Fallen for the Fallen
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IV
That night, he let his hand fall.
He traced the boy's jaw while he slept, breathing deep and even. He let his fingers play across his eyelids, over his cheeks. Warm digits danced past his lips.
He traced the soft shell of his ear and threaded fingers through thick, dark tresses...
…and he began to murmur something in his sleep which made him bring his hand back.
" – ey…Feels nice…"
Amethyst eyes half-opened.
"Why'd y' stop…?"
That was all the invitation he needed.
His hands were back in his hair again and he wanted to draw him close; over the seemingly endless abyss. The boy pulled himself from his bed and slid into the other's; it had seemed too small for the both of them to have their own space but now they did not need space…
"Will you kiss me?"
He had straddled the larger man… Ruler, he had never seen eyes like his…
But yes. He would kiss him.
So he was under him and he was kissing him – pulling mutters of contentedness from his gentle throat. He touched the boy – his face, neck, chest… and as his hands moved lower their kisses grew deeper. They were drowning in a well of fiery passion.
He slid his hands underneath his shirt and ran possessivefingers across the sculpted landscape of his chest. He brought his head down and a delirious mouth raced across the hot plane of flesh.
He started to remove the fabric barrier, but agentle touch stayed his hand. The boy looked into questioning, amber eyes and guided the fingers to the waistband of his pants.
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Hah!
almost lemon.
Too bad - I don't do lemons. not enough personal experience.
twenty reviews, kay?