I really do not know what this is. More blockage, I guess.
Drabble. If the message is not clear, it's because I'm rusty.
This is kind of along the lines of 'On Top'
Disclaimer: Nothing.
-Positions-
It was not hot out, or even cold. There was no breeze, no humidity and the weather was just temperate. It was still, unmoving, unchanging but calm, the calm before the storm. There was peace and dare they say, serenity but the feeling only ever lasted briefly and were chased away by the love of their dark and cloudy storm.
He lay down on the grass and shortly after, footsteps joined him. Yuriy smiled. Boris sprawled out as well. He draped an arm over the redhead's chest, and snuggled into his neck. They sighed happily.
Yuriy tangled his fingers in the silver locks, as a warm kiss was pressed into his neck.
''Borya…do you know how rare it is to have you in this position.'' His voice was not tainted by his teasing nature, it sounded genuine and thankful.
He felt warm and secure, but most of all, Boris was cuddled up to him, in such a loving position. It was almost as if they had made love, and Yuriy was on top. The thought made his cheeks flush a light pink.
Boris replied with another, soft kiss, before adding, ''I'd much rather, this position.'' His lips murmured, as they trailed up the ivory flesh.
A first breeze brushed past them, and Yuriy shivered. His skin was hot, suddenly, as was his body. He knew this feeling all to well. There could never be innocence, or serenity between them. They were too passionate for tranquility. There love was but a storm and there would be no brief calm, until after they made love.
''You're sucking up to me, aren't you?'' Yuriy smirked playfully, up at those dark emerald eyes.
''If I was sucking up to you…I'd be in a different position.'' Boris leaned down and kissed his lover, with intent of being on top.
The air suddenly felt hotter.
-EndE-