[ it doesn't take much for eiden to go down willingly with him, arms fast around the other as he clutches back at him. his skin prickles with relief, craving the warmth of baptiste's body for his own. he shakes through his orgasm, feeling baptiste's roll through him and continuing to coax it outwards without fail. his lips graze the place he's bitten, gasping open-mouthed against his skin as he hears the other swear and laughs.
it's more... exhilarated than anything. ]
Holy fuck... is right... here...
[ lips grazing a shoulder, kinder this time, as his fingers keep him close on the way down to rest on the lounge. it's perfectly sized, comfortable as hell, though eiden wonders if that's the haze post-orgasm that fills him. he guides hands where they seek him out, pressing into them sweetly to then shift the course of his lips to graze a jaw, a cheek, the corner of a mouth. a warmth surges through him, his essence simmers down, leaving him with a contented glow. ]
[The slow collapse into the lounger is a welcome descent. Once strained muscles are leaden as the sudden release of pressure leaves them tingling and warm. The fluttering kiss to irritated flesh breathes life to a blossom of warm good. It brings an airy laugh from Baptiste's chest as his head finds soft comfort in cushion.
He only registers that his arms have wrapped around Eiden when his palm caresses the back of the other man's neck. A blink - owlish in his afterglow - ushers in a contented smile.]
And I'd... perform for an audience like you anytime. [A pause. A chuckle.] VIP.
[With some semblance of sense slowly returning, Baptiste nestles into a rain of kisses of his own: tip of the nose, cheekbone, forehead. Though after the last his head finds itself lulling into a particularly comfortable spot. His lips graze forehead again while his own noise finds respite in the other's hair. He takes in a scent of sweat, citrus and.... what he could only describe as sun.
Baptiste smiles. His tongue flicking over his bottom lip.]
Though every good act needs a wind down, you know- [His arms pull at Eiden's weight - shifting the young man's body against his own. The desire for just a quick indulgence of rest tugs at his mind - even as their scavenger hunt time limits continue their relentless countdowns.] Just a quick one~
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it's more... exhilarated than anything. ]
Holy fuck... is right... here...
[ lips grazing a shoulder, kinder this time, as his fingers keep him close on the way down to rest on the lounge. it's perfectly sized, comfortable as hell, though eiden wonders if that's the haze post-orgasm that fills him. he guides hands where they seek him out, pressing into them sweetly to then shift the course of his lips to graze a jaw, a cheek, the corner of a mouth. a warmth surges through him, his essence simmers down, leaving him with a contented glow. ]
Heh - I'd get tickets... again... front row.
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He only registers that his arms have wrapped around Eiden when his palm caresses the back of the other man's neck. A blink - owlish in his afterglow - ushers in a contented smile.]
And I'd... perform for an audience like you anytime. [A pause. A chuckle.] VIP.
[With some semblance of sense slowly returning, Baptiste nestles into a rain of kisses of his own: tip of the nose, cheekbone, forehead. Though after the last his head finds itself lulling into a particularly comfortable spot. His lips graze forehead again while his own noise finds respite in the other's hair. He takes in a scent of sweat, citrus and.... what he could only describe as sun.
Baptiste smiles. His tongue flicking over his bottom lip.]
Though every good act needs a wind down, you know- [His arms pull at Eiden's weight - shifting the young man's body against his own. The desire for just a quick indulgence of rest tugs at his mind - even as their scavenger hunt time limits continue their relentless countdowns.] Just a quick one~