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Jul 07, 2011 03:28

[ erik's too fucking warm sometimes.

like when arthur has him pressed back against a wall, his hands dragging up his sides to curl and twist in the fabric of his shirt like he doesn't believe he's actually there. but he is, and for all his fucking warmth, he's so sharp. sharp and hard, with shoulders that are too wide and too broad for him to fit his hands around, and arthur could taste him forever, could get sick on the feel of him against him.

he hates it a little, too, and it's wrong in a lot of ways that arthur can't tolerate. ( but he keeps his fucking mouth shut and tolerates it anyway and what the rest of his brain doesn't know can't hurt shit because he can pretend forever, motherfucker )

arthur's hand curls around the back of erik's neck to pull him tight against him, dragging his tongue into his mouth until his lungs pound and he about chokes from lack of oxygen. when he pulls back, it's only for a second, and only to knock one of erik's legs aside with the toe of his shoe, pressing a knee between his thighs as he pulls him into another slow, insistent kiss. ]
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