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tsuki_no_bara for organising the Original Character Ficathon. With thanks also to ravyns_lair for organising the thank you ;)
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Warm breath and soft lips on his neck and not having to open his eyes to know that Jem is smiling - Kael suspects that this might be one of the best feeling in his world, and the faint murmurings that escaped his own lips are insubstantial psalms to sing his thanks and joy. Lust and love spiced the air between them, made it shiver with potential and peace, and if he never opens his eyes again his mind's eye will forever see the curve of Jem's muscled arm, the liquid slide of his buttocks, the shape of his love moving above him, outlined in dusk against the sky and the white glint of teeth in an unguarded smile. His memory would curl around it and his fingers are tracing the path of his mind's eye so that soft hitched breathing against his shoulder: low moans that harmonise with his own and keep him soaring in
this moment.
He imagines that even thinking that their aura's seem chorded with happiness, reverberating in harmony in the warm darkness falls under the category of romance. Revelling in it as he does, rolling his sense of their co-joined energies against the roof of his mouth like a connoisseur breathing wine or tasting perfume oils will almost certainly end in hyperbole if he speaks of it aloud. Instead he slides sweat-slick fingers over spiced silk skin, tracing muscles and delicate flowing veins, fills his own pulse with signals that spoke of completion, wholeness, home, angles his head to invite Jem's tongue and teeth to his neck, and cants his hips to offer delicious suggestions to sensitised and resurgent flesh.
Their first connection had been desperate, hungry, almost violent with speed and teeth and orgasms that shook them both together, and their second had been lovemaking, deep and slow and strong and sweet. This is pure decadence, lazy and gentle and he is hardly sure of where each ended and began, with all boundaries soaked away and nothing between them except everything and there is only warm breath and a hot tongue on his neck and the bliss of not having to open his eyes to know that Jem is smiling with eyes and heart alike.
tsuki_no_bara for organising the Original Character Ficathon. With thanks also to ravyns_lair for organising the thank you ;) ***** ***** *****
Warm breath and soft lips on his neck and not having to open his eyes to know that Jem is smiling - Kael suspects that this might be one of the best feeling in his world, and the faint murmurings that escaped his own lips are insubstantial psalms to sing his thanks and joy. Lust and love spiced the air between them, made it shiver with potential and peace, and if he never opens his eyes again his mind's eye will forever see the curve of Jem's muscled arm, the liquid slide of his buttocks, the shape of his love moving above him, outlined in dusk against the sky and the white glint of teeth in an unguarded smile. His memory would curl around it and his fingers are tracing the path of his mind's eye so that soft hitched breathing against his shoulder: low moans that harmonise with his own and keep him soaring in
this moment.
He imagines that even thinking that their aura's seem chorded with happiness, reverberating in harmony in the warm darkness falls under the category of romance. Revelling in it as he does, rolling his sense of their co-joined energies against the roof of his mouth like a connoisseur breathing wine or tasting perfume oils will almost certainly end in hyperbole if he speaks of it aloud. Instead he slides sweat-slick fingers over spiced silk skin, tracing muscles and delicate flowing veins, fills his own pulse with signals that spoke of completion, wholeness, home, angles his head to invite Jem's tongue and teeth to his neck, and cants his hips to offer delicious suggestions to sensitised and resurgent flesh.
Their first connection had been desperate, hungry, almost violent with speed and teeth and orgasms that shook them both together, and their second had been lovemaking, deep and slow and strong and sweet. This is pure decadence, lazy and gentle and he is hardly sure of where each ended and began, with all boundaries soaked away and nothing between them except everything and there is only warm breath and a hot tongue on his neck and the bliss of not having to open his eyes to know that Jem is smiling with eyes and heart alike.
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