the dark is rising, will/bran, touch
Title: Speaking through touch
Author: dragondaughters
Theme: Exploration of love through the five senses
A/N: Possibly a bit shorter than it should be but unfortunately I was in a rush.
Their first touches are hesitant. Light and feathery, they trace skin with fingertips and brush lips on lips. It speaks of buried longing. It is entriely unlike the rough grip with which they gabbed each others hands and ran back to Bran's silent cottage. But now it is full of heavy breathing and sighs.
The touches grow more intense suddenly, as they fall into passions grip. It is more insistant and speaks of still-present desire. Hands seek skin and lips seek mouths. Bran kisses will with a heat that burns him up. Will kisses Bran with relief and love.
Bran's hands are under Will's shirt, caressing his back and pulling him closer. It reminds Will of the open fields and his fingers of the harp strings which have calloused them. One of Will's hands has tangeld itself in Bran's white-blonde hair, the other wondering down to his arse and squeezing at it through the fabric of his worn jeans.
They speak through touch, the pain of being apart, the relief of their reunion and their desire for each other. Brans insitant hands are slipping closer to Will's crotch and Will's head is thrown back as he gasps. Will places a gentle ahdn on his lovers chest and instantly they are moving toward the bedroom. But they do not break apart, still craving the fmailiar touch of each others hands they move awkwardly as one out of the kitchen.
Bran falls back onto the neat white bed with will on top of him and kisses him hard as he feel Will gring his hips into his own. He can feel Will smiling into his mouth.
Author: dragondaughters
Theme: Exploration of love through the five senses
A/N: Possibly a bit shorter than it should be but unfortunately I was in a rush.
Their first touches are hesitant. Light and feathery, they trace skin with fingertips and brush lips on lips. It speaks of buried longing. It is entriely unlike the rough grip with which they gabbed each others hands and ran back to Bran's silent cottage. But now it is full of heavy breathing and sighs.
The touches grow more intense suddenly, as they fall into passions grip. It is more insistant and speaks of still-present desire. Hands seek skin and lips seek mouths. Bran kisses will with a heat that burns him up. Will kisses Bran with relief and love.
Bran's hands are under Will's shirt, caressing his back and pulling him closer. It reminds Will of the open fields and his fingers of the harp strings which have calloused them. One of Will's hands has tangeld itself in Bran's white-blonde hair, the other wondering down to his arse and squeezing at it through the fabric of his worn jeans.
They speak through touch, the pain of being apart, the relief of their reunion and their desire for each other. Brans insitant hands are slipping closer to Will's crotch and Will's head is thrown back as he gasps. Will places a gentle ahdn on his lovers chest and instantly they are moving toward the bedroom. But they do not break apart, still craving the fmailiar touch of each others hands they move awkwardly as one out of the kitchen.
Bran falls back onto the neat white bed with will on top of him and kisses him hard as he feel Will gring his hips into his own. He can feel Will smiling into his mouth.