Mathièu & Ibelin

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin isn't sure what to do when he feels Mathieu part his lips, but it makes their mouths not quite fit right against each other, so he moves his head until they do. His tongue darts out unconsciously to lick his lips, and he feels it touch Mathieu's without meaning to.

{XD Oh my Gooooood, Karina, they. Are. So. Cute.}

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[timbits_tootsie]

Mathieu's breath hitches in his throat a little at the wet touch. It makes his head light and warm, and it is curiosity and that warmth that has him touching the tip of his tongue to Ibelin's mouth.

(My heart can't take this. You might as well shoot me now before the cute gives me a heart attack! Or, no, let me die from the fluff.)

[antonnachzehrer]

It feels strange, to have someone else's tongue touching his, and Ibelin thinks he ought to want to pull away, but he doesn't. He likes the touch; it makes him warm and happy and wanted.

He touches his tongue against Mathieu's, wondering what it feels like.

{Same here. Eee. ♥}

[timbits_tootsie]

Mathieu responds with a soft breath and slips his tongue into Ibelin's mouth, finding that he doesn't taste much like anything, but that kissing him like this makes his toes curl and his heart thump against his ribcage. He learns that kissing with tongues is a little difficult, and wet, but he likes it anyway.

(All the butterflies in my stomach :O)

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin breaks off suddenly, eyes blinking lazily. "What are we doing?" he asks, voice soft and somewhat confused.

{Me too~}

[timbits_tootsie]

"...I don't know," Mathieu whispers, looking him in the eye. "Maybe we should sleep."

[antonnachzehrer]

"Maybe," Ibelin says, feeling shy but not letting his gaze wander. "But... It feels nice."

[timbits_tootsie]

"It's not a bad thing if we like it, is it?" he asks. Their noses touch, the tips of them rubbing together. "We don't...have to stop."

(This internet :/)

[antonnachzehrer]

"We probably should," Ibelin says, even as his lips move to seek out the other boy's.

{Boo, internet. :/}

[timbits_tootsie]

Mathieu swallows. "I don't want to," he whispers, so close that their mouths are touching.

[antonnachzehrer]

"... I don't either," Ibelin admits quietly, and presses their mouths together.

[timbits_tootsie]

It stops to matter that it is late, or that they can't sleep in tomorrow morning. Mathieu loses track of anything that isn't Ibelin's mouth, breath and skin while they kiss. Their tongues taste and map out each other's mouths, and then they do not; it all floats together until his head spins and his arms wrap themselves tightly around the other boy.

Eventually though, sleepiness does catch up with him, and he parts from the kiss with a soft whine of protest and gives the corner of Ibelin's mouth a last peck. "Sleepy," he mumbles.

[antonnachzehrer]

"Mmm," Ibelin agrees, cuddling closer, resting his forehead against Mathieu's neck. "Sleep," he mumbles, already beginning to drift off.

{Excuse me, I need to go find a new set of teeth because mine have ROTTED FROM THE CUTE.}

[timbits_tootsie]

Come morning Mathieu wakes to the throbbing of his own head, a dry mouth...and one of Ibelin's arms holding him. He blinks the sleep from his eyes and shiifts with a groan, feeling hungover but too comfortable to get up.

"Wake up," he says, shaking Ibelin gently. "We have work, don't we?"

(And my blood sugar is so high now that I might spontaneously combust any second.)

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin groans and buries his face in his pillow. "What time is it?" he grouses.

{Yup. Ooh, ooh, this time when they awkwardly skirt around each other trying to pretend last night didn't happen, they should also be trying to figure out if they shouldn't be pretending. :D}

[timbits_tootsie]

"Don't know. We should get up. I don't want to be late," he mumbles. His head protests when he pushes himself up onto his elbows. He lowers it and rests his forehead against Ibelin's temple, as if it is the most natural thing in the world. "We drank too much last night."

(YES.)

[antonnachzehrer]

"We were celebrating," Ibelin mumbles. "We were supposed to drink too much."

{:3}