surrendering to gravity

[campjesus]

When they're out of sight of the rest of the Room, Brody bites down in earnest with the flat, blunt teeth in between his fangs -- not to hurt, just to leave a little mark. He waits a few seconds before releasing and repeating it a little to the left

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[surface_level]

Brody is light, which helps Lucas to carry him across the (freshly cleaned and even looking bright, is that a new lamp in the corner) room to his bed without danger of dropping him. Perhaps too light, but it does give Lucas a chance to feel protective. He enjoys that chance. He may not be even close to Brody in practical strength, but he has what he feels and he has his knife and his lack of fear and it is good to lower Brody down to the fresh blue sheets and believe that he could make a difference in keeping him safe from some imaginary looming danger

[campjesus]

"Mmph. C'mere." He pulls him on top of him, wraps his legs around him and turns his head, catching his mouth with his own. He's making a conscious effort to keep the biting to a minimum; his control isn't always (okay, is never) the best and he doesn't want to break the skin and make him bleed. He doesn't think it would make him frenzy, but it would kill the mood

[surface_level]

The last thing that concerns Lucas is Brody's fashion sense. He demonstrates this by ending the kiss only to slide down and shove Brody's extra-large shirt up, trailing his tongue along one of his ribs and then biting at his chest sharply. A sound comes out between his teeth like the guttural beginning of a word he doesn't complete, caught up in sliding his other palm beneath Brody's back and then scratching nails down his spine.

[campjesus]

His arms need to move to accomodate this; he drops them briefly to his side, then reaches over and wraps them around him, his fingers in his hair and clinging to him. His back arches upward and he makes a noise somewhere between a whimper and a sigh, squirming slightly. "Fuck -- do that again --"