The shapes and colors mingled slowly, and his eyes and ears did think that it had been a dream. But dreams do not last long, and it seemed to last for hours, neither dreams are as pleasurable as well.
Had long admired him. Someone able to save a world and create a legend, the man who turned families in important ducats, and his own in heroes. Hero - a description that was for him, a perfect description. And idol was another, especially now, with him lying on his bed, eyes emeralds set in brown, bright with the vision of the blonde's unprotected chest. Jack blinked twice, with his long eyelashes, and smiled at Yura "will not you come?".
He'd be crazy to deny – nor even answered, just took a few steps forward, touching his knee on the bed trying not to get too awkward. His eyes were penetrated in the other, who pulled him into a kiss. His lips were good, they were warm and soft, and moved with his perfectly. Was so distracted by this that did not even notice the Vessalius tongue entering his mouth, or the hands that went to his discovered back - and since he had no more clothes? It didn't matter; he no longer wanted to feel them in his body, only that heat going up and down on his whole spine, along with the hand movements from the man in front of him. He was... Exactly as expected. From head to toe, from fingertips to his lips, he was like in his dreams.
Wanted to go on forever there, experiencing the taste and smell of his blond hair, but his body was acting faster than his mind. Soon he would reach the end, and Jack wanted to give an good end to that right now. Laid him beneath, stroking Yura's waist. "Jack-sama..." the redhead murmured in his ear, not wanting to end that fast, but Jack only gave him a kiss and smiled again. Ah, that smile, so pure but provocative, he did Yura tremble to see it.
Their fingers intertwined when Jack wrapped his hand on his cock. For a moment they were together, and no one could separate them - not even the forces of Abyss or a tragedy in Sablier. It did not take long for Yura end in his hands, kissing him with passion and desire. He opened her eyes-
He wasn't there.
The smell, the heat, hands and eyes were not there. The sensation ended at his wake, and the words were all the product of his fantasy.
It was just a dream, a beautiful dream.
Jack just sat on his bed, scratching his head "who was this in my dream?"