He's trembling, moving backwards in order to create some distance between the two.
"…This...you can't…s-stop this…we can't do this…" stumbling over his own words, he feels lost, not knowing what to do or say. This wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't plan this. So why? Why is he giving him those looks, saying those things, touching him, making him feel so…
Older man ignores younger's weak protests and moves closer, trapping him between his body and the bed. Not giving him chance to say anything, he captures those soft lips, swallowing every word and protest.
'I know you're not mine…you're him and at the same time you're not …but still my body craves for your touch'
Hands travel down his body, pulling away the T-shirt he is wearing. He wants to scream, tell the other to stop. But he can't, because of the feeling, created by of those warm lips on his skin. So good, so good it burns and yet so wrong. He turns away, closing his eyes 'This is not happening, it's a dream, it's a nightmare.' Hand slips behind his head, turning him back and he's forced to meet those warm, brown eyes again.
"Just tonight…just this one night…I need you…please…"
Actions speak louder than words.
Soft panting, gasps of pleasure and weak whimpers are only sounds drifting across the room as the he moves, bringing their bodies together. Lips trail down the soft skin of his neck, across his chest. Lips, tongue, teeth and he's crying out, begging for more. He hates it, he loves it. These two feelings are battling inside his head and neither one is winning.
Every move, every touch brings them closer to the edge. Hot mouths collide, tongues battling for dominance. He's losing…though he knew this long before it even started, before he even took a step into this room. He's losing and he loves it.
And then that mouth moves, tongue sliding slowly against his ear, whispering those sinful things, sweet words that make him melt, and finally he falls over the edge. His body jerks, shuddering almost violently and he screams, calling out his partner's name. Other soon follows, moaning low and buries his face against younger male's neck, sinking his teeth to his skin.
They lay there, panting softly. He leans into older man's touch when a hand moves to brush a stray hair away from his face, silver glowing in soft light.