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protective_logic) wrote2015-06-29 10:34 am
protective_logic) wrote2015-06-29 10:34 am
[A Dream]
The hands that slide over his skin are larger, warm, and calloused. They're exactly what he remembers from the couch, from the kitchen, from the few experiences they've shared in the time together. Hands run over his skin and brush heavily over it, thumbs catching sometimes on him, bits of roughness in an otherwise slow, smooth pull. Hands that find their way down, and don't hesitate or fumble with his pants. Just get them open and...
Delta shudders in pleasure under the new and different kind of attention, his voice wanting to keen in pleasure. His eyes close, his head tilts back. There are lips on his chest now, kissing in places he's still new to being touched in at all. Lips that are warm and soft moving across his skin in silent worship. They are pleasure, like he didn't know could happen. Each kiss soft and lingering, until suddenly they aren't simple kisses. They're open mouthed and hungry, they're hot and wet and he doesn't care because there is even a bit of teeth scraping against his skin and that is just lovely beyond belief.
His own hands come up then, reach up and reach out and tangle in hair. Hair. Delta's eyes open, his brow scrunched in confusion, and he's met with a laughing, smiling gaze. York's beautiful, piercing gaze from one eye, and the blank one from the other. There is pleasure in his attention, and Delta is torn between laughter and shouting in shock. This wasn't what he asked for. Wasn't what he wanted.
Love you York whispers, his mouth leaving Delta's skin for half an instant.
And I you, always Delta hears another voice respond. His own. York seems to glow with pleasure at the praise as he slips lower. His hands slip lower, and there's a shock of pleasure through Delta that is so sharp that he's both confused as to the origin, and absolutely certain what has come to pass.
Delta wakes suddenly, a sob tearing through his chest that he smothers into his pillow. He can't wake the twins. no one can know. No one can ever know.
Delta shudders in pleasure under the new and different kind of attention, his voice wanting to keen in pleasure. His eyes close, his head tilts back. There are lips on his chest now, kissing in places he's still new to being touched in at all. Lips that are warm and soft moving across his skin in silent worship. They are pleasure, like he didn't know could happen. Each kiss soft and lingering, until suddenly they aren't simple kisses. They're open mouthed and hungry, they're hot and wet and he doesn't care because there is even a bit of teeth scraping against his skin and that is just lovely beyond belief.
His own hands come up then, reach up and reach out and tangle in hair. Hair. Delta's eyes open, his brow scrunched in confusion, and he's met with a laughing, smiling gaze. York's beautiful, piercing gaze from one eye, and the blank one from the other. There is pleasure in his attention, and Delta is torn between laughter and shouting in shock. This wasn't what he asked for. Wasn't what he wanted.
Love you York whispers, his mouth leaving Delta's skin for half an instant.
And I you, always Delta hears another voice respond. His own. York seems to glow with pleasure at the praise as he slips lower. His hands slip lower, and there's a shock of pleasure through Delta that is so sharp that he's both confused as to the origin, and absolutely certain what has come to pass.
Delta wakes suddenly, a sob tearing through his chest that he smothers into his pillow. He can't wake the twins. no one can know. No one can ever know.