icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[ That's a sharp intake of breath from him then, when your leg brushes up against him and he presses into that, his hands catching both of yours and tangling your fingers together as he steals a kiss from your lips. ]

We should-- [ that's murmured breathlessly ] --head to the house.

And I was under the impression that you were ready to fuck me right here.

[He's teasing. Mostly.

Anyway, taking a kiss of his own from your lips before he's straightening up, flashing a crooked smile in your direction just once, then tugging you along. He knows the way anyway.]

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[ He's going to be watching you quietly on that walk over, lagging just a little behind as you tug him along.

This is... nice. It's really nice. It makes his heart hurt a little to think of how seeing you like this is definitely something that makes his day ( or week, or month. )

When you both get to that porch, he'll switch things around and head up those steps and fish out his keys from where they're tucked in his pocket and focus on opening that front door. ]

[Your boy, in the meantime, is dutifully right behind you, watching you open the house for you both, smiling.

It's hard to believe, in moments like this, that it took so much to get the two of you to this point. Sometimes, it makes him happy in a way that might have made a lesser man cry.]

[ Why won't the damn key — oh, there.

He's sending a smile that's caught with the top row of his teeth your way, and then he's catching your hand and all but dragging you inside.

Privacy. At goddamn last.

He's going to pin you to the nearest wall, by the way, and shut the door with his foot. ]

[He really likes it when you smile like that by the way --

-- okay. Hold on. Private space = good. Being pinned to wall = excellent. You close = perfection.

No, he's not ashamed to show how much this pleases him. Did he ever shy away or show any sign of shame since the two of you met up tonight? No. So have another Look, and another tiny little smirk against your lips before he's taking your mouth with his and getting right back to exploring them rather thoroughly.

When he comes up for air (which takes a while, mind you:)]

You better start walking me up those stairs before I decide to strip you down and have you fuck me right here.

[He's starting to feel like his clothes are too damned tight on him at the moment, and neither of you have done much of anything. Guess that's a pretty good indicator of how he wants you so fucking much.]

[ And because you issued that threat: have another kiss, love, this time with the faintest hint of teeth. That's also his hand tugging at that shirt of yours out of those pants you've tucked them into so that he can touch the skin underneath. ]

I'd love to do that, babe. But I'd rather not get in trouble.

[ Palm over your stomach now, and then lower, over the bulge of your cock beneath the fabric of your pants.

Yeah. Upstairs might be a good idea. ] Let's go get your present.

[At this point, the mere skim of your palms over him is enough to make his stomach tighten, and push him to lean against you since he's suddenly weak in the knees/so badly in need of you close.]

Yes. Please.

[Do excuse the lack of eloquence, LaRue, and take some take responsibility for it while you're at it.]

[ He'll lead you upstairs then, to the hallway leading to his room. Like he said earlier, it's just the two of you tonight.

There, on the bed, is the book, by the way. He didn't have time to wrap it, but sometimes, giftwrap is overrated anyway.

Those are his arms coming around your waist, and have a kiss on the side of your head to boot. ]

Advanced happy birthday, Hikaru.

[At least the walk gives him a bit of time to at least try and compose himself. It isn't as easy as it should be, though, because he kind of really fucking wants you.

But let's hold that thought for a moment, because the sight of your gift is enough for him to distract him.

Yes, you're treated to the rare sight of one Hikaru Shinta genuinely awed and happy and pushed beyond words. He looks his age now, as he's picking up that book, and letting his fingers run over the cover and the spine before he opens it.

You really got this for him. Yes, you said as much, but now he's actually holding it in his hands while you're holding him close.]

Thank you.

[Because it can't be said enough. And he's saying it as he turns to you, all wide eyed and young.]

[ If he could punch a happy fist into the air he really, really would, because wow, shit, he wants to take the way you're looking at him at this very moment and commit it to memory. Forever.

He's leaning in and nuzzling your cheek as he pulls you back into him and threads his fingers together to lock you in that loose embrace. ]

You know, [ he's not even going to stop himself from smiling against your skin. ] When you look at me like that, you make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

The feeling's mutual, you know.

[That comes out a little soft from too much emotion, because there are few things that can match the kind of security and joy that he can get by just being with you like this.]

[ Wow, don't look at him like that ( no, always do, please ) those eyes of yours are kind of deadly. ]

I love you.

[ He's going to brush his lips up against that mouth of yours again, in a kiss that's going to try to start slow but spike quick because (a) alone in house, (b) you've worked him up, and (c) does he actually need any more reason than just the fact that he wants you? ]

[And he is perfectly all right with that kiss, and those unspoken reasons of yours. He's so fine with it, in fact, that before your lips even met his, his lips were already parting, and his eyes were already sliding shut as if doing that will help him taste you better.

Barely a minute in, and his body's easily swinging back into your space, back against your body. He's slowly, almost absently setting the book down in favor of letting his hand slide over your face. The better to let his fingers tangle themselves up in your hair, and help him hold you in place.]

[ There's a sigh when he can slide his tongue against your mouth in the hopes of coaxing yours out to play. He's also shifting nearer, hips flush against yours, palms moving now over the shape of your body as if he could let them memorize each dip and angle.

The familiar taste of you prompts a sound from the core of him: pleased, hungry, and so full of want. ]

I am so glad we're got the house to ourselves tonight.

[Making an amused sound as he's tracing your jawline.]

Should I assume that you planned it that way, or that we just got very lucky?

[By the way. Him sounding a little low and breathless? Your fault. He has kind of wanted you to fuck him since you came up to his room.]

We got lucky.

[ Hey. You're not the only one who's a little dizzy from the way all the blood's rushed from his head to... other places. ]

Babe... [ soft and warning now, ] you keep on touching me like that I can't guarantee that the buttons of your shirt will survive.

[Well, well, well.

Leaning in now, to trace your earlobe with his tongue nice and slow and say:]

That's kinky, Mr. LaRue. Kinky in a way that I really don't mind since I can always have you pay for damages.

[Would that be his other hand tracing its fingers down the length of one of your arms? Yep.]

[ Is that a breathless laugh escaping him? Yes, that is most definitely a breathless laugh escaping him.

He is also going to start backing you towards his bed. ]

I'd sooner buy you a new one, but your stylist might consider my budget too small to do your wardrobe justice.

If you let me make you my kept man, then budget wouldn't be a problem whenever it occurs to you to rip my clothes off.

[Yes, he went there. Trash talk with you is so much fun, as is this whole you bringing him into your bed.]

[ What is it about you talking to him like that that's such a goddamned turn-on.

Okay, first things first: retaliate by smoothing his hands along the jut of your hip and down the curve of your ass so he can press right up against you. ]

Mmm, tempting. [ Nibbling on your lower lip now. Just a little hint of teeth. ] But I'm not that kind of guy.

[ Leveling a look straight at you, Blade King. ]

I play for keeps.

[Has he ever told you how much he loves the way you do that? Touch him, that is.

Granted, it's not like he's ever bothered hiding his enjoyment before. And you're intelligent enough, aren't you, young man?]

So you intend to be the one keeping me, is it?

[The mirth in his tone and in his eyes, however, is definitely underscored with another feeling entirely.

Sometimes, in moments like this, "love" almost feels like a quaint word to describe what he feels for you.]

[ Consider yourself sat down on that bed with him bending from the waist and catching those lips of yours possessively. God, help him. You taste divine. ] If you have objections, Hikaru, you should have left them on the porch.

[ Has he ever told you that he loves the way you smell right where your jaw angles into your neck? Shame on him.

He's going to pin you to the mattress now and fuck him, maybe that was a mistake ( yes, you've worked him up a lot, he's kind of straining in his jeans. ) ]

Christ— [ fumbling at those buttons now ] —I am not kidding, babe, just get your goddamn shirt off.

[There's a little laugh over your skin and close to your ear. It hitches just as much as his breath has, as a result of all of the little things that you've been doing to him.]

What a mouth you have on yourself tonight, LaRue.

[Saying that as he's twining the fingers of both of his hands between the fingers on both of yours, and dipping in to kiss you as he oh-so-gently moves your hands away from his body. After that's done, he's breaking away from that kiss with a crooked smile, and keeping his gaze right on your face as he obediently unbuttons his shirt.]

I'm doing this on one condition.

[ You torture him for fun. He's pretty damn sure of this. ]

What.

[ Are his eyes a little dark as he's trying ( read: trying ) to focus on your face and not... where... those... hands... are. ]

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