Gioco d'attesa

[ranuccio]

It wasn't as if Alec has asked him anything. No explanation, no excuses. None asked, and none given. Ranuccio had turned up one morning at dawn, and the door was open for him. He knew the way to his room. There were clothes laid out for him when he woke up, food for him on the table when he wanted to eat. He wandered down to the imposing library,

Comments

[ranuccio]

Ah, that sweet, rocking movement of hips tells Ranuccio more than what his ears can. His movements are careful, considerate, a slow stroking designed to build up tension and want.

"I don't have the bloody faintest," Ran's honesty is murmured against Alec's lips, the feel of Alec's hand on his back welcome in ways Ranuccio can't explain. A couple of clumsy steps push Trevelyan against the panelled waal beside the fireplace. Ranuccio wants to hold him there, tight to the wall, ..forever. To be sure of what Alec thinks, what he feels, to keep him under his hands, pressed by his body...because as soon as there will be space between again, everything might change. Once again.

It's branding, in a way, made with mouth and lips and teeth and tongue instead of fire. In the back of Ranuccio's mind, Jason's presence is something to shake away from this room, from Alec's thoughts. And if it were not Jason, it wouldn't be different. A possessive knee kicks Trevelyan's thighs apart, both of Ran's hands dipping into his clothes, cupping his balls, as Ranuccio keeps kissing him as if his own life depended on it.

*kicks LJ once again. repped last week, should have checked before, sorry.

[janus_tm]

"Good, because if I don't know and you don't know, then it means we can both play without either of us having the advantage.. it means that we find out together what comes out of this dealing of the cards.."

Alec's words come in short spurts, just like the breath he's trying to control and failing to. But it's a game, isn't it? They both just said so.. So what matters if he relinques control and lets go? It may be that it's just a move in the game, you let go of something to gain something, and right now it feels like he has a lot to gain.. if he let go of just a little..

Thrusting his painfully throbbing cock into Ranuccio's hand, he buries his head in the curve of his shoulder and bites into that tendon that is so beautiful, and so tasty.