Kael and Jem - summer loving.

[alexdraven]

Kael's hand on his hip was just – perfect. Slow, gentle caresses, rippling through his skin while the sun wrapped them in languor and the wind stroked the leaves overhead and the birds and the crickets and the stillness hummed in harmony. Naked under the sun's eyes, with no sense at all of time passing, only touches and brief delicate kisses. Lips on skin and locks of hair drawn over nipples and water somewhere, not so far away, adding it's own note to the melody. Drifting pollen for the working bees and gadding butterflies, and Kael's eyelashes dusting along his collarbone, flashes of sparkling eyes in between. White white teeth biting into berries and red lips. Laughter, low and real, rolling through them both for no reason save the joy of it all. No need for words or cues or wishing, only love and bliss and pleasure, stretching out from bone to skin, heart to soul, muscle to mind. Endless blue sky and sun kissed shoulders and fingers roughened just enough to feel real where they touched him, scars and calluses all part of perfection. Without time to narrow it pleasure was everything and every moment, and he came feeling cream and honey, heavy and slow and shaken, eyes wide for the sky and the shape of his lover, fingers buried some in grass and some in silk soft hair. The one smelt of the other, and the tongue touched to his could have been pure summer, perfect love, or berry juices.