A sigh.
Everything is so hot, heavy and tense; he can feel his blood pumping strong, since the veins of his wrists, to even his toes. His head turns into a thousand thoughts, his black hair lay on his shoulders, his panting against the other, moving his hips in the same rhythm- The moment is theirs alone, the sound of their skins beating, sobs and moans not contained, the murmurs escaping their throats and tongues that intertwine again.
And blue eyes can not escape the black. It is impossible, totally impossible to escape those flakes of light that made him so mesmerizing, so beautiful and his. How Elliot could resist looking at that face, when it is so hot, pretty and-? "L-Leo?" suddenly stopped, with his cheeks still flushed, not by shame- it was lost at the beginning of those actions- but the heat rising in his face. A hand, however, goes to the lower cheeks, stroking them softly, as if afraid of breaking that body so "fragile", and now almost at its limit. "Are you okay?" A fine tone of concern lodged itself at the end of his question, and now filled his palm with the black wires.
"Uh-?" Only now realizes how far his mind was. No, it was not Elliot's fault, Leo was enjoying the moment as his master was, and it was exactly what was thinking. But his thoughts, rather than concentrating on pleasure, remembered pain. And the fear. Fear of losing him again, to see more wounds on that body- now pressed against his-, realizing death taking on the blood that trickled between his fingers,- which now touched his face- the pain would have to see him being taken to a place without Leo, a place that no one else could touch him. And cold tears streamed from the illuminated iris, falling into the blonde's fingertips.
"Leo?" frightened by the sudden reaction, bent down to wrap him in a hug "is hurting too much? W-Want me to stop? "He tried to clean the noirette's face, rinse the sadness that seemed to take him away. He did not want to see Leo suffer, much less get hurt. Never, never wanted to see him sad. Something strongly struck his neck, making his mind admitting he could kill for Leo. Yes, he'd kill for Leo, no matter who.
A murmur.
Leo shook his head, "n-no, sorry, it doesn't hurt so much," tried to regain his composure, and kissed the Nightray's forehead, returning to move "was just... I-It's nothing, don't worry, okay?" withdrew a little messy fringe that his master had, smiling.
That smile should have calmed Elliot, because he smiled back. Leo then took the initiative to kiss him again, in a slow, pleasant and loving way. The Baskerville needed air, then broke away, but came back with a closer connection of his lips to his jaw, making a small way of kissing him on his neck, collarbone, shoulders...
It's all your fault.
A touch.
For a moment, closed his eyes that Elliot watched and loved so much. The eyes that always brought misery, eyes that allowed his world being so different from others, that have gone through so much history. They closed to allow himself to feel the slightest touch of the corner of his nails, fingers that touched Elliot's half open shirt, and on the left side.
Your fault.
Another kiss is deposited into his forehead. The hand rests on the shirt; perhaps if it closed, would be able to grab his heart. The same beating in his entire being. The same had been spotted with the black mark.
A cry.