[ this is where it ends, he's pretty sure. here in the water, half sitting up with ren slid back into his lap and fingers along the line of his throat. he swallows tightly, nothing but air, as his head tilts upwards without resistance now. there's a cloying taste somewhere in the back of his throat. ]
Kind of tired of hearing that word.
[ in earnest, but also said as an excuse, upper body pulling upwards and fingers curling in wet hair to bring ren down. this shuts people up. it also satisfies the throbbing need building at the base of his spine and threatening to explode upwards into his head. head tipped upwards with the help of ren's hands, he kisses him and he holds fast. it's different from that moment with wine back at the festival. it's full and a little hungrier, not at all calculated or placed precisely. it's a frantic crack of lightning, lucky enough to land right where it wants.
it feels good and it feels dangerous all at once, and it fills him, which is rare. ]
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Kind of tired of hearing that word.
[ in earnest, but also said as an excuse, upper body pulling upwards and fingers curling in wet hair to bring ren down. this shuts people up. it also satisfies the throbbing need building at the base of his spine and threatening to explode upwards into his head. head tipped upwards with the help of ren's hands, he kisses him and he holds fast. it's different from that moment with wine back at the festival. it's full and a little hungrier, not at all calculated or placed precisely. it's a frantic crack of lightning, lucky enough to land right where it wants.
it feels good and it feels dangerous all at once, and it fills him, which is rare. ]