milliways_bar: Sharing Comfort

[almost_arabian]

{{Continued from here.}}His room was not particularly messy, but it did seem a considerable amount warmer than the downstairs. Drier, scented lightly with sand and dust and all the things Arabia is supposed to smell like - similiar to Mexico. There are no spices in the air, so it's likely they're almost identical

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[misterparker]

Parker leans in, nestles really, licks lightly at Lawrence's neck. Soft sucking and licks as he backs them up the door, wants to feel full length press against himself.

[almost_arabian]

There is certainly enough of Lawrence's lean body to press against the door. He smiles only slightly at the young man's movements, stopping at the cool wood against his back and gathering a hand into the small of Parker's spine, settling their forms together.

It's odd, this gentleness, but not altogether unpleasant.

[misterparker]

Parker sighed and tilted his head up, feeling settled. Warm body, soft warm body was so much better than the cold hard nothingness of...

He wasn't going to think about it, or about how the last time he found himself in bed with a man it was violent and just barely not bloody.

Instead, he nuzzles at Lawrence's neck, his hands searching for skin, finally just settling on cupping the back of Lawrence's head fingers running up into the hair. Parker licks lightly at Lawrence's neck and sighs against the skin.

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence finds that more often than not it's bloody and violent, but that could be because his sexual endeavours have lately been involving vampires and faeries, who are really more violent than you might think.

After letting the other man exploring his skin - he's pressed his robe to the side reasonably quickly - he brushes his mouth over Parker's quite sweetly, leaning into the hand in his hair.

If nothing else, it's a lovely change of pace from the rushed, speedy intimacy as of late. "The bed," He muses, quietly, "Is far softer than the door."