When the dust begins to setlle and the victory is mine...
Don't think. Dance. Just dance. Swing and say, hips matching the pounding thunders of bass. Reality was but a dream, a cruel illusion. Time slowed to still, becoming meaningless. Nothing else mattered in this trance.
All your bones and teeth will rattle...
"Till the end of time..." Yes that feels right. Lower till his knees tease the floor. long silver tresses plastered to a sweaty pale face, eyes closed to lend th imagination in conjuring images that coaxed him into arousal.
When the dust begins to settle you will pay...
Loz against him, tight grip on his shoudlers rocking against him in a tangle of hungry hips gorging themselves on sweet ripples of pleasure. His mind was blank of all sins except desire and lust, he wanted the other and he wanted him now. A soft gasp left parted lips, his tongue tasting cool air and each breath rushing Loz's husky scent into his lungs. Voices melded to a murmur of pleas begging to be sated as hips crushed and hands roamed. Closer, higher! Closer! Yes! YES!
"Brother?" Yazoo's eyes snapped open, whirling on the inquirer. It was then the elegant elder realized his hand had snaked down to stroke himself sometime during his delusion. Recoiling it he looked up to Loz and leaned back against the single king size bed they all shared, attempting to compose himself before the inevitable onslaught of questions.
"What were you doing?" Loz came over to sit on the bed beside him.
"Pleasuring myself." Yazoo answered simply, cracking a sly gun as he recieved a befuddled look in return.
"Why?"
"Because that is one does when they have no partner to partake in." the elder replied reclining back on his elbows. Loz's eyes locked onto the naked form of the other, a foreign emotion gradually creeping over the strong man and making his blood rush. His gaze roved over Yazoo, coming to continually settle on the hardening flesh between his thighs. Yazoo's grin broadened as his sibling debated how to conquer these strange feelings. His innocence was to be expected, the younger was yet a virgin. Yazoo, however, knew the heat of a luxorious bed courtesy of his demented creator, Hojo. His first experiences were far from pleasant but it was knowledge he had refined and retained. He was the only one of the three that could comprehend such musings and he knew it was up to him alone to educate his breathren.
"Brother..." Loz slowly slid himself over Yazoo, driven instinctively to mount his naked brother, shuddering as he stripped away his clothes and hot skin melded together.
"Yes...?" the other whispered into his ear, sliding his tongue along the lobe.
"I'll be your partner... If you teach me." Yazoo chuckled, wrapped his arms around the other's broad shoulders and bringing him down until their lips barely ghosted.
"Lesson one..."
