Mmm yes
Title: Mmm yes
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Rating: T (vaguely NC-17)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: The imagined meeting of Peter and Caspian after years apart.
Mmm. Yes. He groaned into the mouth while the hands worked their way down lower across years of bronze build up and shedding and want.
After years.
The hands scrambled frantically until they reached their destinations with hot whispers and gasps and eyelids that squeezed shut and spilled over tears or perspiration.
It didn't matter.
It was all licked off the same in the end. He hastily undid the belt buckle, the last clasp coming undone with a clink and his eyes travelled down to the silky curls and long anticipation. The raindrops clinked their own rythym to their guilty exclamations of so long too long.
They lay disheveled, casually flicking their wet hair from their eyes so as to not miss any moment of this perfection, this beauty.
The clock chimed something. Irrelevant.
The raindrops still poured in turets as he made his way to get up only to be held by a hand on his wrist. No, stay.
That mistake years ago hovered in the air between them and pulsed in the veins beneath the expectant palm. I--yes. A hesitant smile and a creak, creak, crinkle in the sheets to lay closer to what was between them. Still sticky, still sweet. Still the rain on the panes and still the fingers never left his wrist, still wrapped embracing the warm blood racing between them.
Mmm. Missed you. Sleepy mumbles he wasn't sure he heard and wasn't sure he said. Buried head deep into his shoulder, arm thrown across his stomach, fingertips grazing the skin between where front meets back, just vaguely tickling.
Irrelevant. He couldn't plan on staying. Maybe just a few more minutes, never intending for sleep. But sleep comes warm and welcome. After years.
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Rating: T (vaguely NC-17)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: The imagined meeting of Peter and Caspian after years apart.
Mmm. Yes. He groaned into the mouth while the hands worked their way down lower across years of bronze build up and shedding and want.
After years.
The hands scrambled frantically until they reached their destinations with hot whispers and gasps and eyelids that squeezed shut and spilled over tears or perspiration.
It didn't matter.
It was all licked off the same in the end. He hastily undid the belt buckle, the last clasp coming undone with a clink and his eyes travelled down to the silky curls and long anticipation. The raindrops clinked their own rythym to their guilty exclamations of so long too long.
They lay disheveled, casually flicking their wet hair from their eyes so as to not miss any moment of this perfection, this beauty.
The clock chimed something. Irrelevant.
The raindrops still poured in turets as he made his way to get up only to be held by a hand on his wrist. No, stay.
That mistake years ago hovered in the air between them and pulsed in the veins beneath the expectant palm. I--yes. A hesitant smile and a creak, creak, crinkle in the sheets to lay closer to what was between them. Still sticky, still sweet. Still the rain on the panes and still the fingers never left his wrist, still wrapped embracing the warm blood racing between them.
Mmm. Missed you. Sleepy mumbles he wasn't sure he heard and wasn't sure he said. Buried head deep into his shoulder, arm thrown across his stomach, fingertips grazing the skin between where front meets back, just vaguely tickling.
Irrelevant. He couldn't plan on staying. Maybe just a few more minutes, never intending for sleep. But sleep comes warm and welcome. After years.