Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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FILL: Mikey/William - SkinromanticalgirlJuly 9 2011, 15:29:42 UTC
There’s something about Mikey’s neck that he fixates on, something about the long and slender stretch of skin, the delicate arch of it when he tilts it back and surrenders. Right now it’s post-surrender, and William is watching the frantic beat of Mikey’s pulse slow back to normal. He’s decorated with perspiration, glowing in the soft light of the bedside lamp. William traces a line from Mikey’s chin to the hollow of his throat, scratching lightly at the bump of his Adam’s apple.
Mikey shivers and moves closer to William, his pulse stuttering and picking up again. His throat is sensitive and William can’t help but take advantage, leaving small scratches and scrapes, bright pink lines that fade before Mikey leaves. “Please.”
He should resist, he knows. They’ve already been in bed for hours, working each other over. He has scratches of his own and there are fingerprint bruises on Mikey’s hips, both of their bodies slick with sweat and spit and come. He doesn’t, of course. He can’t. He curves his hand around the base of Mikey’s throat and leans in, teeth scraping the hint of stubble on Mikey’s jaw.
Mikey moans and his lips stay parted, his head tilted just right so that the palm of William’s hand settles a hint of pressure. William feels Mickey’s breath catch and he presses down just a bit harder, deliberate and steady as he moves his mouth down, sucking wet, red spots onto Mikey’s throat. His tongue traces pulses and perspiration, sucking and biting and kissing until Mikey’s whimpering and writhing beneath him, his cock half hard again.
These marks will last and William pulls back just enough to admire them. Mikey’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly under William’s gaze. “G-good?” He asks softly, his voice raw.
William nods and leans in to kiss him, to press their bodies together. “Perfect.”
Mikey shivers and moves closer to William, his pulse stuttering and picking up again. His throat is sensitive and William can’t help but take advantage, leaving small scratches and scrapes, bright pink lines that fade before Mikey leaves. “Please.”
He should resist, he knows. They’ve already been in bed for hours, working each other over. He has scratches of his own and there are fingerprint bruises on Mikey’s hips, both of their bodies slick with sweat and spit and come. He doesn’t, of course. He can’t. He curves his hand around the base of Mikey’s throat and leans in, teeth scraping the hint of stubble on Mikey’s jaw.
Mikey moans and his lips stay parted, his head tilted just right so that the palm of William’s hand settles a hint of pressure. William feels Mickey’s breath catch and he presses down just a bit harder, deliberate and steady as he moves his mouth down, sucking wet, red spots onto Mikey’s throat. His tongue traces pulses and perspiration, sucking and biting and kissing until Mikey’s whimpering and writhing beneath him, his cock half hard again.
These marks will last and William pulls back just enough to admire them. Mikey’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly under William’s gaze. “G-good?” He asks softly, his voice raw.
William nods and leans in to kiss him, to press their bodies together. “Perfect.”
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I have shivers here. The marks on his neck, and William taking advantage.
I love those two so much.
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