Entry: Kiss
Title: I Want You Forever
Rating: M
Genre: fluff, yaoi
Warnings: yaoi, touching, kissing, groaping yaoi
Pairings: why ruin a good surprise? >:)
Author: abraxas-ren
Summary: A sudden and unexpected kiss sparks a torrent of passion between two males.
When it happened it seemed to come out of nowhere. Like a bolt of lightning. Unexpected. Shocking. And its passing left me weak as if drained by exhaustion.
This reaction, a mix of fear and excitement, overwhelms my body. I cannot believe it. I cannot help that I cannot believe it. Can you understand that? You can understand that! It is so new and different, so sudden without cause, so beyond what either you or I suspected of each other's character. You knew, already, this moment of uncertainty would be happening.
My heart races while my feet threaten to fail. I reach your hand and you allow my fingers to wrap between your fingers. Touch by touch - breath by breath - I realize the reality of the moment. It happened. For whatever reason. It happened.
I did not image this sort of thing, the echo of which lingers, still, within the realm of my senses.
You did it - I cannot forget that you did it - and by the smirk across your face I know you know....
We remain, hand in hand, silent without a trace of awkwardness beyond the uncertainty of what we were to do next. It is my first time and, I suspect, your first time. We need a moment to gather thoughts.
This, this thing that could be between us, is alien. Yet I cannot deny that I am aroused by the possibility. Until that moment, that instant, I was unaware of the power your beauty. Now, that I see you and these unknown dimensions of you, I am swept by your eyes - watery, azure radiance - by your face - ageless despite centuries - by your skin - exposed everywhere warm, smooth and flawless - the objects of my usual taste cannot compete with the perfection of your feature.
And it is, perhaps, the forbidden nature of this kind of relationship that adds spice to our mutual and insatiable appetites.
I press my hand against your face just to trace the shape of your eyes - then to brush aside the locks that tease your brow. You hold my other, free hand and tug my side into your rise. We come together, your body and my body, we find a sliver of paradise within the embrace of our arms around our waists. Embracing. Grinding. Binding as if melting into a single being.
It cannot be denied - the reality of that spark of intimacy and what continues to develop. As our cheeks rub together, I wish to be with you everywhere. As our hands explore what garments allow, I suspect your wish is my wish too. And by the shaking hesitating of your touch you display your own nervousness....
I am spurred by your display of vulnerability. I grasp you tight. I clasp your hand, your fingers, and squeeze to assure that you should not fear any kind of rejection.
"Do it, please, do it" you beg through a crisp yet gruff voice. "What you do," you explain to my confusion, "what you love to do - I will not slap away your complement...."
At length, as I realize what you crave, as it sinks into my thought, I cannot resist it and that you smile then blush then utter a short, excited yelp reveals that you want more and, eagerly, I give you more. More roaming. More exploring - patting, grasping - those cheeks of yours beneath those furs.
By the gods, what other treasures remain hidden by your pelts?
"Kiss me, again, Koga!" I struggle to speak - and as I finish, already, your lips ravage my lips. Your tongue wets my face. As I seek your most vulnerable, sensitive features, as I massage you where you howl by my slightest touch, I know then and there that I want you forever.
Rating: M
Genre: fluff, yaoi
Warnings: yaoi, touching, kissing, groaping yaoi
Pairings: why ruin a good surprise? >:)
Author: abraxas-ren
Summary: A sudden and unexpected kiss sparks a torrent of passion between two males.
When it happened it seemed to come out of nowhere. Like a bolt of lightning. Unexpected. Shocking. And its passing left me weak as if drained by exhaustion.
This reaction, a mix of fear and excitement, overwhelms my body. I cannot believe it. I cannot help that I cannot believe it. Can you understand that? You can understand that! It is so new and different, so sudden without cause, so beyond what either you or I suspected of each other's character. You knew, already, this moment of uncertainty would be happening.
My heart races while my feet threaten to fail. I reach your hand and you allow my fingers to wrap between your fingers. Touch by touch - breath by breath - I realize the reality of the moment. It happened. For whatever reason. It happened.
I did not image this sort of thing, the echo of which lingers, still, within the realm of my senses.
You did it - I cannot forget that you did it - and by the smirk across your face I know you know....
We remain, hand in hand, silent without a trace of awkwardness beyond the uncertainty of what we were to do next. It is my first time and, I suspect, your first time. We need a moment to gather thoughts.
This, this thing that could be between us, is alien. Yet I cannot deny that I am aroused by the possibility. Until that moment, that instant, I was unaware of the power your beauty. Now, that I see you and these unknown dimensions of you, I am swept by your eyes - watery, azure radiance - by your face - ageless despite centuries - by your skin - exposed everywhere warm, smooth and flawless - the objects of my usual taste cannot compete with the perfection of your feature.
And it is, perhaps, the forbidden nature of this kind of relationship that adds spice to our mutual and insatiable appetites.
I press my hand against your face just to trace the shape of your eyes - then to brush aside the locks that tease your brow. You hold my other, free hand and tug my side into your rise. We come together, your body and my body, we find a sliver of paradise within the embrace of our arms around our waists. Embracing. Grinding. Binding as if melting into a single being.
It cannot be denied - the reality of that spark of intimacy and what continues to develop. As our cheeks rub together, I wish to be with you everywhere. As our hands explore what garments allow, I suspect your wish is my wish too. And by the shaking hesitating of your touch you display your own nervousness....
I am spurred by your display of vulnerability. I grasp you tight. I clasp your hand, your fingers, and squeeze to assure that you should not fear any kind of rejection.
"Do it, please, do it" you beg through a crisp yet gruff voice. "What you do," you explain to my confusion, "what you love to do - I will not slap away your complement...."
At length, as I realize what you crave, as it sinks into my thought, I cannot resist it and that you smile then blush then utter a short, excited yelp reveals that you want more and, eagerly, I give you more. More roaming. More exploring - patting, grasping - those cheeks of yours beneath those furs.
By the gods, what other treasures remain hidden by your pelts?
"Kiss me, again, Koga!" I struggle to speak - and as I finish, already, your lips ravage my lips. Your tongue wets my face. As I seek your most vulnerable, sensitive features, as I massage you where you howl by my slightest touch, I know then and there that I want you forever.