[ saiph wants him desperately; it's a sickness crawling sweet and slow through his bloodstream, and the infection spreads deeper whenever they come together like this, with larus' hands on his body and his teeth too damn close to this throat. larus doesn't have a heartbeat anymore but saiph touches him like he can still feel it, palm flat on his chest as he pushes him back, stepping away from the closet and wrapping himself around him.
his fingers trace the arc of his spine, from scapula to waist, impossibly tender to counter his rougher and less forgiving mouth. ]
I want to feel you on me.
[ obviously, in any which way, up the wall or on the bed, murmured between little biting kisses to his neck and shoulder. saiph's nature is to take until he's satisfied ( he never is ) and leave nothing behind for anyone, just razed husks and hollow shells filled only with his memory. he wants larus' tongue in his mouth; he wants his teeth in his pulse; he wants him all around him, on his cock, inside him; he wants to ruin him for the next person who looks his way with lowered lashes, shy and coy all at once. mine, in the bruising press of his fingers down larus' back, in the rough tug on his belt, popping open the front button his trousers.
he's impatient, only tugging his trousers and underwear half-way down his hips, enough that he can circle his hand around his cock, squeezing firmly. his forehead drops against larus' shoulder, stroking him dry for a few uncomfortable seconds before he pulls away and shoves larus toward the bed. ]
So tell me you want me, too.
[ selfish and needy, stripping off the remainder of his clothes and sweeping the fabric into a crumpled pile beside him. ]
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his fingers trace the arc of his spine, from scapula to waist, impossibly tender to counter his rougher and less forgiving mouth. ]
I want to feel you on me.
[ obviously, in any which way, up the wall or on the bed, murmured between little biting kisses to his neck and shoulder. saiph's nature is to take until he's satisfied ( he never is ) and leave nothing behind for anyone, just razed husks and hollow shells filled only with his memory. he wants larus' tongue in his mouth; he wants his teeth in his pulse; he wants him all around him, on his cock, inside him; he wants to ruin him for the next person who looks his way with lowered lashes, shy and coy all at once. mine, in the bruising press of his fingers down larus' back, in the rough tug on his belt, popping open the front button his trousers.
he's impatient, only tugging his trousers and underwear half-way down his hips, enough that he can circle his hand around his cock, squeezing firmly. his forehead drops against larus' shoulder, stroking him dry for a few uncomfortable seconds before he pulls away and shoves larus toward the bed. ]
So tell me you want me, too.
[ selfish and needy, stripping off the remainder of his clothes and sweeping the fabric into a crumpled pile beside him. ]