[ So easily pleased, brought to heel by ordinary desires. With each slide of skin between them, that hurt amplifies. The ache rings in Kizuna's pulse points, its soft reverb making him all too aware of his own body's outline. He doesn't want his body to feel so separate from Wolfwood's, to have his reverence placed between them like a wall. If it would give him any sense of peace and belonging at all, Kizuna would gladly let Wolfwood blur his lines with the rigor of his touch, to coat him in his shadowed fingerprints. To be perfect is to be untouched. But when the touch comes and it's the gentle draw of knuckles across the height of his cheek, he sighs, tipping his head into it instinctively.
He's really something special. ]
Anything is a lot to offer. [ Not because Kizuna doesn't believe him, but because he does believe he'd do anything. ] But it's you that I like, so anything is fine.
[ He thoughtfully reaches to run nimble fingers over the other man's wrists, tracing the muscles of his forearms. A shiver runs though his inner thighs — what would it be like to have his weight given up to those hands? Like a prelude, he kisses him again, breath pluming warm and slow in consideration, tongue laying the words upon his mouth. ]
Your strength and your mouth. [ A cute click of his teeth. ] Those are what I want the most.
[ he doesn't have much to offer; not anymore, at least, and not that he's had a lot to begin with. what kizuna sees beneath him is all he gets, and wolfwood is self-aware enough to know that it's a shitty bargain. kizuna could have anyone eating out of the palm of his hand if he wanted, and he's here instead: kissing him and touching him like he's something desirable, like there's something of worth left beneath the blood and sand and grit caked into his skin; like there's still some resemblance of a human inside the monster that he was made to be.
he tips his head into wolfwood's touch so readily, so easily, and wolfwood swallows, his mouth suddenly bone dry. it's you that i like, he says, and wolfwood feels almost embarrassed for a mortifying moment before he's thankfully distracted by the soft touch of kizuna's fingers running up his arms, prickling his skin in their wake. ]
Yeah. [ the image burns itself into his brain, the idea of kizuna braced over him, backlit by the soft light of the room. radiant; divine. he mirrors that shiver, pressing his tongue against that click of teeth, his arms flexing beneath kizuna's hands before his own slide back down kizuna's thighs, palms cupping the backs of them. ] I can do that.
[ it's easy enough to pull kizuna further up his chest until he's directly above wolfwood's mouth. his hands bear most of his weight as he lowers him enough to run his tongue along the underside of his cock, over his perineum to trace the rim of that puckered hole. ]
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He's really something special. ]
Anything is a lot to offer. [ Not because Kizuna doesn't believe him, but because he does believe he'd do anything. ] But it's you that I like, so anything is fine.
[ He thoughtfully reaches to run nimble fingers over the other man's wrists, tracing the muscles of his forearms. A shiver runs though his inner thighs — what would it be like to have his weight given up to those hands? Like a prelude, he kisses him again, breath pluming warm and slow in consideration, tongue laying the words upon his mouth. ]
Your strength and your mouth. [ A cute click of his teeth. ] Those are what I want the most.
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he tips his head into wolfwood's touch so readily, so easily, and wolfwood swallows, his mouth suddenly bone dry. it's you that i like, he says, and wolfwood feels almost embarrassed for a mortifying moment before he's thankfully distracted by the soft touch of kizuna's fingers running up his arms, prickling his skin in their wake. ]
Yeah. [ the image burns itself into his brain, the idea of kizuna braced over him, backlit by the soft light of the room. radiant; divine. he mirrors that shiver, pressing his tongue against that click of teeth, his arms flexing beneath kizuna's hands before his own slide back down kizuna's thighs, palms cupping the backs of them. ] I can do that.
[ it's easy enough to pull kizuna further up his chest until he's directly above wolfwood's mouth. his hands bear most of his weight as he lowers him enough to run his tongue along the underside of his cock, over his perineum to trace the rim of that puckered hole. ]