Marks.
Marks everywhere.
All over his neck, his chest, his stomach, his... well... they were every where. His front two teeth had bit down so sharply into his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning that he'd found himself quickly tasting his own blood. Yet somehow.. he didn't mind. Having to stay quiet when he did that.. with his tongue...... it had the same sort of affect of being in class, when you know you have to stay quiet but someone said something really funny.... it makes it even funnier.
Well with this, it was like trying to stay quiet made it seem better, sends more shivers up his spine to compensate for the lack of sound, and oh god did it make it feel better.
Where was the logic in that?
His lips twitched into a momentary smile, head tilting involuntarily back with a rush then relaxing, anticipating the next rush. Rush of sensation, rush of emotion, rush of... Kira.
Athrun's glasses hadn't been taken off, more had simply fallen askew. When and how... neither of them would have been able to tell you afterwards. Though Athrun would probably blame it on
the proximity of Kira's dick to his face. Kira, of course, would deny that any such thing had ever occurred, or that he'd ever want such a thing to occur.... why he would do this? It was practically part of the protocol. The rules they followed with each other. Athrun always the whiney horn dog, Kira always pretending he didn't want it and then only in the final moments of reluctance did the masks come off...
come flying off so that finally they could be who they were, with each other...... as well as be steamy hot at the same time. Genius system they'd worked out.
"Kira!" he begged, though begged isn't a word that truly does justice to the tone that Athrun used.
He was writhing with the desire to have kira under his skin, craving every aspect of him at that moment. To drown in his scent, to only feel his skin and nothing else, and to never loose that soft touch of his hair as it brushed his waist. Another short gasp of the name he knew best accompanied by the familiar arch of his back. He couldn't help the moan that ran thru his lips like silk, at that moment sliding out as if it were easier than breathing. And it felt as if it
was.
But he was brought back down from his high as Kira stopped what could only be described as the magical talents of his mouth and tongue to gently shush Athrun. He did so as if to a child. Smiling up at him from where he now rested his head... his left hip.
It looked as if the message was lost on Athrun, the look of "fuck me nau plz" completely over ruling all possibility that anything other then sexy terminology would get through to him.
"Athrun.." his voice was low, the way Athrun had quickly come to adore. His purple eyes flashed with a sadistic edge as his lowered his face to athrun's leg, his lips brushing his skin so as to speak into it. "Mmmm" the tinniest shiver was allowed to crawl up his back then slither back down again. "We'll wake the whole ship if you dont keep quiet...." A smirk layed against his leg. "And Yzak's not a
happy camper when's he's woken at three in the morning, is he Athrun?"
As if he had to ask.