Anton & Sullivan

[antonnachzehrer]

The corners of Anton's mouth twitch as he slides his fingers under Sullivan's shirt, moving down to slowly kiss every inch of skin revealed. He pauses briefly at each nipple to lavish them with special attention, before sliding the cloth up, over Sullivan's head, and dropping it to the floor.

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[timbits_tootsie]

Naked now, Sullivan shivers a little and pulls Anton down onto himself, hooking his ankles loosely together over his clothed thighs. He presses their mouths together and nips carefully at the man's bottom lip with sharp teeth. A small smile touches his mouth as he trails his kisses over Anton's cheek and jawline, up to the shell of his ear. "You've got clothes on," he whispers.

[antonnachzehrer]

"So I do," Anton replies, threading his fingers through Sullivan's hair. "What should we do about that?"

{WHY DO YOU NOT SEND ME REPLIES, LJ? ARGH. D:<}

[timbits_tootsie]

"I think I can find a solution to that."

Sullivan rolls them around with a nudge and seats himself on top of him with one leg on either side, hands lifting the hem of his night shirt and pulling it up over his head, as Anton did to him a minute earlier. "Then the pants," he says, and moves down the man's body.

(Because LJ is clearly having its period or something lately >:/)

[antonnachzehrer]

Anton's lips twitch again as he watches Sullivan, pleased to see him enjoying himself, the tension gone from his shoulders. When he has finished removing Anton's pants, Anton sits up and drags him closer, stealing his lips in another kiss, fiery and hot this time.

{Really. >:/}