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A/N: I wrote this for a kissing meme over on LJ. There is no specific characters in this little drabble/ficlet, but since I am a Harry Potter shipper, I'm imaging the people are in there. Feel free to draw your own conclusions, though! =^;^=
His Kiss
His tongue... ohh... is like a snake: precise, calculated, and thorough as it goes in for the kill. I've kissed more than a few guys in the past, but to compare them to him? No, there is no comparison.
Some men are all lips and use very little of their tongue when they kiss. A shame, really. Entrance into another person's mouth is a sacred act, I think, and the tongue can tell a tale of love, lust, and need.
Some men are all teeth, thinking that their aggression conveys their desire better than a soft, caressing lick. Maybe it does... sometimes... but I know I'd rather be stroked than nipped.
Some men use too much of their tongue, choosing to lap every inch of a mouth. Too much of a good thing? Sometimes, yes, especially when the one being kissed never gets a turn.
As you can tell, I like to kiss the way my lover's do. I follow their lead and rejoice in the different ways I am told that I am loved and desired. At least... I did until he kissed me.
My mouth is coaxed open with gentle strokes of his tongue, and then we make love. Each embrace of his slick muscle is an invitation to respond in kind. Sometimes we battle for dominance, and sometimes we just dance to a song that only we can hear.
I'm kissing him now, and... ohh... he's telling me that he wants me. His tongue is persistent and is not letting me have a moment of rest. He's taken my breath, which I give to him willingly, and I am in heaven as I drown in his arms... and in his kiss.
~Fin~
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