Backdated to last weekend
WHO: Berwald & Sindre
WHEN: 1st of November, after midnight
WHERE: at the house
WHAT: Happened after the halloween party.
RATING: (R?) Kiddies, avert your eyes, for there is porn here.
The night air washed coolly over them as Berwald slammed the front door of the mansion open and stalked out, one hand on Sindre's back. Berwald barely noticed the change in temperature, his focus on the series of steps it would take to get them both home and behind closed doors. Where no one could touch his boyfriend like they had any right... and even now, his free hand tightened reflexively into a fist at the thought.
Berwald glanced down at the Norwegian when it suddenly occured to him he hadn't even asked him if he wanted to leave, but as Sindre didn't seem particularly upset about it and was perfectly cabable of saying so if he was, Berwald decided not to ask.
He hastened his steps even more, hand still on his boyfriend's back, urging him to follow. Berwald wanted to touch him more than that, but he wasn't sure he could stop if he started and they were still in public. He'd half wanted to kiss him there at the party, in front of that and everyone. Except that that was theirs and wasn't for strangers to see.
And that was why he would be patient until they were back home. He would.
It wasn't a long drive, but it still felt like it took an eternity. Good thing the streets were mostly empty at this time of night, because Berwald found it difficult to entirely focus on driving, his gaze far too often drawn to the man on the seat next to him. The soft plastic cover of the steering wheel squeked under the too hard clutch of his hands.
After somehow managing to drive into the dark driveway and stop the car at approximately the right place, Berwald took a deep breath. Ok, out of the car, lock the door, open the front door-- except when he got to the front door, Sindre was already standing there, a pale form in the gloom, a slight smile on his face just barely visible in what little light got to the porch from the streetlights beyond the garden.
Berwald just looked at him a moment, something tightly drawn expanding in his chest, and then he crossed the last few remaining steps separating them and crowded Sindre against the door, using what little height difference he had to cover as much of him as he could, face pressed into his hair. It smelled a little of the temporary green hairdye, but underneath that familiar. Berwald took a few choppy breaths that didn't really help anything, and then pulled Sindre's face up to kiss him, open mouthed and greedy, his thumbs stroking the side of his face, the hollow place between jaw and neck where Berwald could feel his speeding pulse.
WHEN: 1st of November, after midnight
WHERE: at the house
WHAT: Happened after the halloween party.
RATING: (R?) Kiddies, avert your eyes, for there is porn here.
The night air washed coolly over them as Berwald slammed the front door of the mansion open and stalked out, one hand on Sindre's back. Berwald barely noticed the change in temperature, his focus on the series of steps it would take to get them both home and behind closed doors. Where no one could touch his boyfriend like they had any right... and even now, his free hand tightened reflexively into a fist at the thought.
Berwald glanced down at the Norwegian when it suddenly occured to him he hadn't even asked him if he wanted to leave, but as Sindre didn't seem particularly upset about it and was perfectly cabable of saying so if he was, Berwald decided not to ask.
He hastened his steps even more, hand still on his boyfriend's back, urging him to follow. Berwald wanted to touch him more than that, but he wasn't sure he could stop if he started and they were still in public. He'd half wanted to kiss him there at the party, in front of that and everyone. Except that that was theirs and wasn't for strangers to see.
And that was why he would be patient until they were back home. He would.
It wasn't a long drive, but it still felt like it took an eternity. Good thing the streets were mostly empty at this time of night, because Berwald found it difficult to entirely focus on driving, his gaze far too often drawn to the man on the seat next to him. The soft plastic cover of the steering wheel squeked under the too hard clutch of his hands.
After somehow managing to drive into the dark driveway and stop the car at approximately the right place, Berwald took a deep breath. Ok, out of the car, lock the door, open the front door-- except when he got to the front door, Sindre was already standing there, a pale form in the gloom, a slight smile on his face just barely visible in what little light got to the porch from the streetlights beyond the garden.
Berwald just looked at him a moment, something tightly drawn expanding in his chest, and then he crossed the last few remaining steps separating them and crowded Sindre against the door, using what little height difference he had to cover as much of him as he could, face pressed into his hair. It smelled a little of the temporary green hairdye, but underneath that familiar. Berwald took a few choppy breaths that didn't really help anything, and then pulled Sindre's face up to kiss him, open mouthed and greedy, his thumbs stroking the side of his face, the hollow place between jaw and neck where Berwald could feel his speeding pulse.