[ a laugh simmers in his teeth, nothing but intent and heat. in the aftermath, the world seems to turn on an axis of instinct. he takes the kiss, languid and open, sucking at the bruisy, pretty flush of childe's lip, tongue rolling against tongue, chasing every murmur of breath with the kind of slow hunger that allows for nothing but drowning. the taste curls on his tongue, iron and bitter salt -- but the prize's more than worth its price: the spread of childe's body against him, bowed to a single unyielding purpose, the burn of exhausted adrenaline sparking to new life in his veins.
(how long has it been, that a single touch can make him this greedy? but time seems suspended under the curve of childe's hand -- nothing to measure but the mazy scattering of marks across his skin, the wardrum of childe's pulse between his ribs, sharp enough to call any god to war.)
somewhere in the haze, order's restored. a handkerchief's produced out of some pocket or another; his coat's smudged dry, his fingers polished to passable cleanliness. only his gaze holds, eyes lidded, all unyielding golden attention; his palm's curving beneath childe's jacket, bracketing the arch of a hipbone, thumb tracing slow spirals over bare skin, thoroughly possessive and thoroughly possessed. ]
You are capable of worse.
[ it's barely a murmur, smearing hot between their mouths. it doesn't take a glance to pull childe's clothes together -- fingers snagging in his waistband to haul him close, nearly flush, buttoning him up even as his teeth scrape over childe's lip, an easy goad. ]
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(how long has it been, that a single touch can make him this greedy? but time seems suspended under the curve of childe's hand -- nothing to measure but the mazy scattering of marks across his skin, the wardrum of childe's pulse between his ribs, sharp enough to call any god to war.)
somewhere in the haze, order's restored. a handkerchief's produced out of some pocket or another; his coat's smudged dry, his fingers polished to passable cleanliness. only his gaze holds, eyes lidded, all unyielding golden attention; his palm's curving beneath childe's jacket, bracketing the arch of a hipbone, thumb tracing slow spirals over bare skin, thoroughly possessive and thoroughly possessed. ]
You are capable of worse.
[ it's barely a murmur, smearing hot between their mouths. it doesn't take a glance to pull childe's clothes together -- fingers snagging in his waistband to haul him close, nearly flush, buttoning him up even as his teeth scrape over childe's lip, an easy goad. ]
And I confess -- I am curious to see you try.