HAPPY INTERNATIONAL KISS DAY??
KISS KISS KISS MEME
a shameless mash of the kissing meme and first kiss meme
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He'll question how they got to this point, and question further on how the past minutes are nothing but a blur of sensation when he could note in details the events of the hours before. Still he is here, in this moment, and they are tracing each other's lips, tongues touching teeth, and when did this become something necessary--the feel of the other under his hands and not under his sword. ]
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Snake Eyes is also a want, but there’s something different about it, as there’s always been something different about his sword brother.
There’s no essentiality to this kind of encounter, one where hunger becomes touch and touch becomes impetuous intimacy, but he still lets himself be pushed back against the wall, anyway, his space taken over by another’s body. He still lets Snake Eyes challenge him with the hard crush of his mouth, and likewise lets the challenge ease when the message behind their actions changes. Kissing Snake changes nothing about who or what they are--but he still wants it. He wants the heat, and the friction, and the slide of Snake’s lips. He grabs Snake Eyes by the back of the neck and pulls him closer in, ( ... )
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And it’s still not enough. He meets his brother halfway, the movement of their mouths raw and wet, tasting Snake Eyes on him. He sweeps his own tongue along the roof of Snake Eyes’ mouth, learning these new, secret places that have opened up to him like a lover would, and nothing is quite enough to satisfy him. He growls, frustrated, and surges against the other’s body. More. He always needs more. This hunger of his isn’t the kind that can be satiated--it just burns, on and on, hotter and brighter.]
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A breath and a beat only, for he's not immune. For each motion made from Storm Shadow gains one opposite from Snake Eyes, and the hand not coiled in Storm Shadow's jacket moves to palm the wall behind; thigh edging between the other's knees, a shift closer, further. There's too much behind them, just as there always was, and why should now be any different?
Why should he expect change in this place of all others?
Frustrated by his own thoughts, he breaks away to shove the mask off fully with one hand, visor clattering as it hits the floor. There is no other pause--he pushes the other back against the wall, continuing what was left off. ]
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A slip. A loss of control. Wordless admittance that he wants something from Storm Shadow.
Emotion.
Storm Shadow wouldn’t--can’t--deny that he’s done the same, entering into this foreign territory, this physical language. Too late to turn back now. And, a part of Storm Shadow amusedly observes, the likelihood that Snake would let him turn back are growing slimmer with every move to brace him against the wall ( ... )
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Instinct said to pick up the sword long abandoned on the floor and use it; instinct told him to force Storm to the ground and move things along.
As if he knows the hows and whys in either case. Snake Eyes has always been a creature of instincts, and his body moves before the mind can catch up. This is why his arms had moved forward that time, to sink blades deeply into unknown and familiar flesh. This is why he had grabbed Storm Shadow moments ago, peeled his mask upward, and pressed his lips to like. Less thought and more reaction; less intellect and more needAnywhere else and this would be disallowed. It existed as a dangerous process, to be certain. Even here, here-- Here is the one who has the ( ... )
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The quirk of the other’s lips is something he feels against his mouth more than sees, and the reason why hasn’t escaped his notice. When all things are said and done, knowing Snake almost as well as himself isn’t knowing him completely; if he had bothered to think about how a situation like this might play out, he isn’t sure he would have anticipated Snake Eyes’ responses.
He is bolder than Storm Shadow might have expected. Might have wanted?
Storm Shadow pulls his head back, but he’s still close enough that his breath brushes Snake Eyes’ jaw.]
So you are under there.
[There is a humor to his tone, but neither of them could fail to notice the perceptible ( ... )
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But this brings out a different expression. Fitting, for the circumstances.]
Ah, poor brother. I’ve inconvenienced you. Shall I cut you out?
[His words come as a murmur. He still has his hands on either side of Snake Eyes’ body from where he’s been ensnaring the other in ultra durable folds of armor.]
I guess there are more uses to this material than I thought.
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Snake freezes once more, a bit too aware of the hands on either side, of how this can be... used... as his brother says. He swallows roughly, skin twitching lightly under fingertips. There exists a duality here--in the way that he abhors feeling caught like this, and is yet... curious... to see where this leads. What exactly Storm Shadow will do now. That duality is ever-present with this one, he thinks. In the way of being held to a vow and wanting a different outcome. And now, yet. This was different, yes. Though he wouldn't have thought things would have shifted this way looking back. ]
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His foe. But also… a brother, a kindred spirit of sorts. If Storm Shadow doesn’t forgive, he also doesn’t forget--and what he remembers is that enduring thread drawn between them that no blade has been able to completely sever. That thread is why he’s still here. Why his lips are swollen and tasting of someone else. Why there’s a hunger in him that won’t stop.
That thread is what has brought them here and what makes him slide his palms over agitated skin and lean in toward Snake Eyes’ ear.]It seems you’re a bit nervous now, brother. I find that strange, considering what you… started. Worried I’ll do something you won’t ( ... )
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