"...you are so good at everything you do. And then you smile at me and I feel like I can't- like I can't breathe anymore."
Aonung's words were coming out in pants now as he unknowingly cornered Neteyam against a rock. There was a moment where the two just stared at each other. Blue eyes meeting gold. And then Neteyam could see the realization of what he just said flood into Aonung's face. Before the other could panic, Neteyam surged forward and captured his lips in a deep kiss.
His mouth parted over Aonung's and for a moment the two just froze. One hand on Aonung's cheek, the other on his chest. Under the dark blue pads of his fingers he could feel the way the Metkayina's breathing stuttered. Leaning in once more, Neteyam pressed their mouths together again, letting their lips touch.
"What are you doing?" Aonung whispered.
Neteyam could hear the slight tremble in his voice and he could feel it in his own. "I don't know," he uttered, his breath ghosting across the other. "Do you want me to stop?
"No."
The word was almost growled and then Aonung smashed their lips together. Now it was Neteyam's turn to be taken aback as Aonung roughly pushed his mouth open and ran his tongue along his own. Two big hands settled on his waist and thumbs roughly pushed against the soft skin there. Neteyam keened. To say his waist was sensitive was an understatement. It seemed Aonung picked up on that because the corner of his lip twitched against Neteyam's and he traced his long fingers up it slowly. The dark blue skin twitched against Neteyam's will and he let out an embarrassing whimper.
It was as if a switch went off in Aonung the second the sound came out of Neteyam's mouth because he ripped his lips away and pinned him with a heated stare. "Again."
He wanted to tell him to fuck off, as color flooded his cheeks but Aonung just squeezed his waist until his head dropped and he let out a low groan of pleasure. Aonung smirked but Neteyam did not miss the way his breathing picked up. "So sensitive," he mocked into the Omatcaya's ear, running his thumbs up and down the blue stripes. He could feel his toes curl.
Growling, he pushed Aonung back before planting another kiss to his lips, this time grabbing his hair. Neteyam took only a moment to revel in how soft the curls were before he yanked on them. Forcing the other's head back, he was granted access to his mouth once again. Previous jab forgotten, Aonung immediately kissed him back, wasting no time sliding his tongue in Neteyam's mouth. The dark blue Na'vi groaned at the sensation, unable to keep his demanding grip on the other's braids. Aonung took advantage of this, grabbing Neteyam's jaw with a finned hand and pinning it to the side.
Not once breaking eye contact, the Metkayina lowered his lips to Neteyam's throat and placed a sucking kiss there. His breath caught in his lungs. Unable to stop himself, Neteyam emitted a soft whine. His throat constricted as Aonung continued to place kiss after kiss along the sensitive skin he found there. Those pale lips left a scorching trail of heat in their wake and his knees almost buckled when a firm tongue pressed into his pulse point, followed by a nip of sharp canines.
There wasn't even an excuse anymore. He had been the one to kiss Aonung this time, not the other way around. And there was no stopping it. His hands grabbed desperately for the other as Aonung's tongue ran across the curve of his jaw. Fuck.
He needed to get more control over this situation. Pulling Aonung from his neck he brought their faces up together. Taking his hand from the other's curls, he brought it down to his cheek, tracing his fingers over the teal stripes he found there. Aonung's breathing was coming out in breathless pants and his blue eyes were wide. He wondered what Aonung saw when he looked back at him. Did the word freak still come to mind?
Tilting his grip beneath the Metkayina's jaw, he brought their lips slowly back together. Savoring the feeling, he gently slid his hands down the other's chest until they rested hesitantly on his firm waist. More? It was a silent question being asked.
In response, Aonung shortly nodded, opening his mouth to let Neteyam deepen the kiss. His tongue gently teased the other, sliding lightly over it and Aonung groaned in response. That sound would haunt Neteyam's dreams. Before he could do it again, he felt one hand being buried into his braids while the other pinned him firmly to the rock behind them.
As time went on, the kiss became more and more heated. The hands originally on Aonung's waist were now gripping his hips, desperately trying to pull him closer. While the hand in Neteyam's hair had him arching his neck back into the brutal onslaught of lips.
To his shock, a firm thigh was wedged roughly between Neteyam's legs. He bit back a whine as it rubbed ever so slightly against him.
"Come on Neteyam," Aonung urged in a silky voice, pushing it up slightly. Heat flooded his core at the mocking tone. The forest boy growled back but was unable to stop himself from grinding down on the other's leg. It felt so good. Pleasure sparked up from his lower stomach and to his embarrassment he let out a low whimper. Unable to stand the knowing smirk on Aonung's face, he reached forward and grabbed the other boy through his thin loincloth, satisfied when the Na'vi groaned and let his head fall into Neteyam's neck.
Moving his hand up and down, he gripped the hardness he found beneath the cloth, wanting to hear those sounds again. The two stayed entangled like that for more time than Neteyam was willing to admit, pushing against each other in a desperate tangle of limbs.
"Just like that," Aonung encouraged, settling a finned hand on Neteyam's waist, helping him rut forward.
"Fuck," Neteyam whimpered as the sensitive skin of his cock was trapped between Aonung's leg and the leather of his covering. As if reading his mind, Aonung reached down and ripped it off, letting it fall somewhere to the side. Now the wetness from his tip was rubbing across Aonung's smooth teal skin and it was almost too much to take.
Chest panting, Neteyam reached beneath Aonung's loincloth and gripped him firmly, circling the head of his cock with his thumb. Aonung's whole body shuttered. "Wiya, Neteyam."
The sound of the Metkayina moaning his name sent him over the edge. The pressure in his lower stomach exploded and Neteyam came, desperately seeking Aonung's lips, needing something to help ground him. The taller boy worked him through it, pressing small kisses across his mouth as he squirmed against his thigh. Never taking his own hand away, Aonung thrust up into Neteyam's fist until he was not far behind, splattering his release across Neteyam's hand with a low groan.
Silence. The two stood there, panting as the reality of what they had just done sunk in. Aonung's hand was still buried in Neteyam's hair and the dark blue boy's forehead rested on the other's shoulder. Slowly they detached themselves. The Omaticaya wiped his hand on the rock behind him and Aonung cleaned Neteyam's mess of his thigh with a leaf.
With a sinking feeling in his gut, Neteyam looked up, dreading to see what he might find in the other's eyes. Only to be taken completely aback when those pale blue eyes reflected not disgust, but fear. Unsure what else to do, Neteyam took a small step forward and placed his hand on the other's chest. Aonung flinched and Neteyam felt his heart drop. He made to take his hand away but before he could blink the Metkayina grabbed his arm and pulled the two of them back together. A teal hand cradled Neteyam's cheek and a pair of trembling lips pressed softly into his forehead.
Neteyam felt his body crumble into the hold and he gripped the other back in relief. The pounding of his pulse began to slow as the warmth of the other's skin soaked into him. Slowly, Aonung pulled away. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, a loud horn rang out through the trees, distinctly coming from the village.
The two boys jumped apart and Neteyam searched Aonung's eyes, looking for some kind of explanation of what was happening. The other's ears pricked up as he listened before turning back to Neteyam.
"The tulkuns have returned."