larue: (it's only a crime if I get caught)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] icarusalsoflew 2015-02-17 04:01 pm (UTC)

[ When you kiss him back, the sound that leaves him is caught between a moan and a sigh. He uses his tongue to coax yours out to play and his hands tremble as his fingers move to undo your pants, palm snaking beneath the fabric that serves as a barrier between your skin and his.

He breaks off just as he traces the length of you, forehead pressed to yours as his breathing turns labored. ]


Help me get you out of this? [ Saying that, even as he's moving his hand between the mattress and your back, all the better to tug at the waistband there.

I want to see every inch of you. That's murmured through the mental link, his blood up, his heart hammering as he remembers your playful banter on that second to the last night at what was once Ys.

It had been push and pull then, you and him. Teasing, baiting -- all to your mutual benefit. Just one of the many ways you've both found yourself coming together, even in a place as foreign and as unsettling as Arcadia. ]

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