[ his teeth bite down hard against his collarbone, impulse as he hears his name, and when they kiss, eiden's mouth is both soft and receptive, but just as eager to dominate, tongue exchanging a pass with his, licking hungrily into his mouth with hand still tangled in blonde hair. he gasps at the full-body twitch, the hunger, the heat.
as their lips part, hands grasping his hips, he can feel it, the needy slide of their bodies. eiden's hands search for stability, one on baptiste's thigh, the other curling an arm around his waist as he looks at him with heavily-lidded eyes, a hungry smile on his lips. baptiste rocks with him and he draws him in close. a heel braced, he pushes his hips up to meet him flush now, once, twice, then a steady rhythm as he drinks in every sound, the look on his face that he wants to commit to memory. ]
Hah... that's it... there you go...
[ he draws them more than easily into rhythm, frantic, hungry, desperate, spurred on both by the heat of this man - exhuberent, bright - and the tingling of the sweet fruit on his tongue. of course he fucks him, of course he does precisely as he's told because as far as he's concerned, a man like this deserves a warm welcome to this hell of a place.
he draws him down as he returns to reclining again, only because it means he can use his hips more, rolling them sensually to a deep grind inside of baptiste as that hand on his hip rakes upwards to frame his pectoral and massage slowly, thumb cresting a nipple again to play with it, tugging, teasing. ]
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as their lips part, hands grasping his hips, he can feel it, the needy slide of their bodies. eiden's hands search for stability, one on baptiste's thigh, the other curling an arm around his waist as he looks at him with heavily-lidded eyes, a hungry smile on his lips. baptiste rocks with him and he draws him in close. a heel braced, he pushes his hips up to meet him flush now, once, twice, then a steady rhythm as he drinks in every sound, the look on his face that he wants to commit to memory. ]
Hah... that's it... there you go...
[ he draws them more than easily into rhythm, frantic, hungry, desperate, spurred on both by the heat of this man - exhuberent, bright - and the tingling of the sweet fruit on his tongue. of course he fucks him, of course he does precisely as he's told because as far as he's concerned, a man like this deserves a warm welcome to this hell of a place.
he draws him down as he returns to reclining again, only because it means he can use his hips more, rolling them sensually to a deep grind inside of baptiste as that hand on his hip rakes upwards to frame his pectoral and massage slowly, thumb cresting a nipple again to play with it, tugging, teasing. ]
More - I wanna hear you. Louder...