Fic: The Moment Before
Title: The Moment Before
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Summary: Noah kisses Luke and loses himself in the moment.
Spoilers: Nope.
Notes: Hm. Well, not entirely sure where this came from. Intended to drabble some kissing. Which this is. Just a little different than I had imagined.
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Noah loves this moment.
This moment right now, right before.
Watching as Luke’s eyes fall dark and his lids lower to gaze at Noah’s bottom lip. This moment where they are so close he can actually feel their hot breaths melting together, each puffing out slow plumes of air into the shallow space. Pouring the warmth onto their skin. Preparing their bodies.
He loves taking that small second, that single heart beat to speed up his pulse, blood thick in his veins racing.
He also loves to watch.
He sees Luke’s tongue dart out to wet his lips. Pink strokes painting that perfect bow in slickness, an invitation to taste. Temptation whispering soft in his ear to bite.
Brand.
Mine.
And then he is shutting his eyes, hiding them from the broken world that they are apart of and lets his body take over, moving in slowly until he feels the smooth lips brush up against his. Tastes the flavor he was salivating for earlier as he probes open that mouth, fights some for control. He licks across and swallows Luke’s moan. The vibration bouncing though him before settling in his overheated gut.
Then they are kissing. Deep, long, forceful kisses. Kissing while their lips swell between them and their tongues scrape at each other, begging, pleading.
Exploring the silence.
Trying to empty everything they have into each other.
Noah then finds his hand at the nape of Luke’s neck, fingers tangling with his hair, pulling him in deeper. Wants to breathe Luke in so he won’t have to breathe anymore on his own.
He’s lost himself now. In this. Crushing his mouth against the other, clutching at Luke’s back. Sealing this moment, all the words exchanged, all the pain twisted into their past.
Noah hates when they break apart.
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Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Summary: Noah kisses Luke and loses himself in the moment.
Spoilers: Nope.
Notes: Hm. Well, not entirely sure where this came from. Intended to drabble some kissing. Which this is. Just a little different than I had imagined.
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Noah loves this moment.
This moment right now, right before.
Watching as Luke’s eyes fall dark and his lids lower to gaze at Noah’s bottom lip. This moment where they are so close he can actually feel their hot breaths melting together, each puffing out slow plumes of air into the shallow space. Pouring the warmth onto their skin. Preparing their bodies.
He loves taking that small second, that single heart beat to speed up his pulse, blood thick in his veins racing.
He also loves to watch.
He sees Luke’s tongue dart out to wet his lips. Pink strokes painting that perfect bow in slickness, an invitation to taste. Temptation whispering soft in his ear to bite.
Brand.
Mine.
And then he is shutting his eyes, hiding them from the broken world that they are apart of and lets his body take over, moving in slowly until he feels the smooth lips brush up against his. Tastes the flavor he was salivating for earlier as he probes open that mouth, fights some for control. He licks across and swallows Luke’s moan. The vibration bouncing though him before settling in his overheated gut.
Then they are kissing. Deep, long, forceful kisses. Kissing while their lips swell between them and their tongues scrape at each other, begging, pleading.
Exploring the silence.
Trying to empty everything they have into each other.
Noah then finds his hand at the nape of Luke’s neck, fingers tangling with his hair, pulling him in deeper. Wants to breathe Luke in so he won’t have to breathe anymore on his own.
He’s lost himself now. In this. Crushing his mouth against the other, clutching at Luke’s back. Sealing this moment, all the words exchanged, all the pain twisted into their past.
Noah hates when they break apart.
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