Title: Synchronicity
Chapter Title: "smile, this city's burning down"
Theme/Prompt: 16. Rip, 64damn_prompts
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Pairing: DA/A
Words: 258
a/n: two in one day. I'm on a roll. :D
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Neither was certain who'd started it – whatever it was – but it sure wasn't stopping anytime soon, emphasised by the dark-haired man's arm tightening around the boy's waist, making him unable to escape. Not that he'd want to, what with the large hands sliding oh so slowly up his sides, and the whirr and vibration of the skimmer beneath them making it that much more difficult to hold back his quiet sounds of appreciation.
The poor Sky Knight couldn't even really recall how he'd ended up in this position, seated comfortably in the lap of his arch-enemy, hands fisted in ebony hair, trying very, very hard not grind against him in a moment of weakness. The elder had already ripped part of his uniform near the collarbone, and was contentedly making use of the milky skin exposed, licking and sucking and biting his way up the boy's neck, making sure to leave marks so as to show just who exactly he belonged to.
The redhead was struggling to just stay coherent, belatedly realising he'd just let slip a whimper, abruptly feeling the chuckle of the man at his throat, and damn he just didn't care anymore, he wanted this now. Hands fisted in the familiar Cyclonian uniform, Aerrow ground against the man, face flushed and letting out steady, soft pants. There was a flicker of something in crimson eyes before the man let out a growl and shoved the smirking boy down on to the seat of the skimmer, and oh he was definitely going to enjoy this.
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