[ it isn't messy, but it's close -- more reckless than he ought to be when it's childe, who knows no limits and no law but his own appetite. the trouble's that the thought comes after -- after they've gone stumbling down the hall, childe's body stretched hot against his, fingers raking through the last few buttons of his jacket as childe's teeth scathe over skin, shuddering all over with laughter and inexorable wanting. ]
Ah -- thank you for your reminder.
[ the interim between the foyer and the bedroom's a jumble of greed and heat. the world flashes by in sensation and ghostly impressions -- the slow charring friction of body against body, the obscene salt curve of childe's mouth under his, kissing him in slow, relentless pulses as they cross the floor in strides. he's half-undone by the time they're at the threshold of his room -- shoes kicked off, jacket rumpled, the tie trailing loose around his throat.
the rest takes no thought at all.
he turns on the carpet and sinks back onto the bed, drawing childe down with him. daylight's fading across the walls, red and gold; in the evening flush of the room, childe looks nothing less than ornamental -- sunlight dazzling through his bright hair, the foxish set of his jaw burning like ivory. like something to be caught, kept, thoroughly possessed.
he sinks back a little, one hand bracing against the bed, thighs tilting apart; his gaze sweeps over childe's face for a moment's consideration before his fingertips snag in the loop of childe's belt, tugging him forward into his lap. reckless, careless -- but none of that feels like a reason to stop now. ]
Would you undress yourself for me?
[ notably, he's got other priorities -- chief among them, sucking a kiss into the soft stretch just beneath childe's jaw. ]
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Ah -- thank you for your reminder.
[ the interim between the foyer and the bedroom's a jumble of greed and heat. the world flashes by in sensation and ghostly impressions -- the slow charring friction of body against body, the obscene salt curve of childe's mouth under his, kissing him in slow, relentless pulses as they cross the floor in strides. he's half-undone by the time they're at the threshold of his room -- shoes kicked off, jacket rumpled, the tie trailing loose around his throat.
the rest takes no thought at all.
he turns on the carpet and sinks back onto the bed, drawing childe down with him. daylight's fading across the walls, red and gold; in the evening flush of the room, childe looks nothing less than ornamental -- sunlight dazzling through his bright hair, the foxish set of his jaw burning like ivory. like something to be caught, kept, thoroughly possessed.
he sinks back a little, one hand bracing against the bed, thighs tilting apart; his gaze sweeps over childe's face for a moment's consideration before his fingertips snag in the loop of childe's belt, tugging him forward into his lap. reckless, careless -- but none of that feels like a reason to stop now. ]
Would you undress yourself for me?
[ notably, he's got other priorities -- chief among them, sucking a kiss into the soft stretch just beneath childe's jaw. ]