( why the tenderness, he’d ask, were it not the very thing that steals his breath away the most. the contrast between the soft lips at his cheek and the blood trickling down his neck from that same mouth makes his chest twist into a bundle of knots, tangled in a wanting that runs deeper than the superficial heat of the game. mine, he says, and the sigh that escapes kirma is one of delight. oh, if only it could truly be so, that aventurine’s sheer force of will could remake him into something better, more suiting for the intensity shining in his eyes, and— if only such a feeling would fade along with the game, once this week ends. still, it remains an intoxicating thought. being wanted, and… belonging. )
I’m not yours… yet.
( even that admission makes him dizzy, to acknowledge that eventuality. neither of them even know how deep that will run, the way the echoes of their silly little play (for that’s all it is, once they have clearer minds again) will resonate across the rest of their hours here.
that, too, is for another thread. in this one, kirma’s palm slides down to aventurine’s neck, unconsciously brushing along the edge of his brand. his eyes don’t stray from aventurine’s face, not even as he bites the corner of his mouth to hide a fleeting smile— or draw attention to it, perhaps. )
Rabbits are wily animals, after all. ( maybe some of that yapperism is infectious? maybe it’s too easy to follow aventurine’s lead. ) They’ll slip right out of your jaws if you aren’t careful—
( said like his breath isn’t hitching in time with his thrusts, clipping the end of his words, sounding dangerously close to moans. all he knows is that he doesn’t want to lose that gaze to the complacency that comes with victory before he’s done drowning in it. )
no subject
I’m not yours… yet.
( even that admission makes him dizzy, to acknowledge that eventuality. neither of them even know how deep that will run, the way the echoes of their silly little play (for that’s all it is, once they have clearer minds again) will resonate across the rest of their hours here.
that, too, is for another thread. in this one, kirma’s palm slides down to aventurine’s neck, unconsciously brushing along the edge of his brand. his eyes don’t stray from aventurine’s face, not even as he bites the corner of his mouth to hide a fleeting smile— or draw attention to it, perhaps. )
Rabbits are wily animals, after all. ( maybe some of that yapperism is infectious? maybe it’s too easy to follow aventurine’s lead. ) They’ll slip right out of your jaws if you aren’t careful—
( said like his breath isn’t hitching in time with his thrusts, clipping the end of his words, sounding dangerously close to moans. all he knows is that he doesn’t want to lose that gaze to the complacency that comes with victory before he’s done drowning in it. )