let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone; let me feel you moving like they do in babylon.
"You want to do this?"
Once that has been said, it all dissolves into hands and mouths, skin against skin, nerves and sweat, crescendo and rhythm and flashes of painful clarity juxtaposed against a clinging, throbbing haze. Light forgets his knowledge of time; his knowledge of L drives the words needed to describe it out of his head. So he's not sure how long it has been when it all comes to climax, crashing over him like a tidal wave.
Afterwards he lies there, panting and trembling and reassembling his vocabulary, limbs still tangled in L's. Light's eyes are shut and the unsettled, searching impulse he carries with him near-constantly hasn't kicked in again yet, so he's content to lie there in silence and listen to them breathe.
[[OOC: Private thread, continued from here.]]
Once that has been said, it all dissolves into hands and mouths, skin against skin, nerves and sweat, crescendo and rhythm and flashes of painful clarity juxtaposed against a clinging, throbbing haze. Light forgets his knowledge of time; his knowledge of L drives the words needed to describe it out of his head. So he's not sure how long it has been when it all comes to climax, crashing over him like a tidal wave.
Afterwards he lies there, panting and trembling and reassembling his vocabulary, limbs still tangled in L's. Light's eyes are shut and the unsettled, searching impulse he carries with him near-constantly hasn't kicked in again yet, so he's content to lie there in silence and listen to them breathe.
[[OOC: Private thread, continued from here.]]