The question crossed Allelujah's mind for just a moment as well, but oddly enough, it was Hallelujah who mentally shunted it aside. [i]He's YOUR man right now, Allelujah. Don't mess it up.[/i]
How unusual of Hallelujah to take interest in the personal life of his counterpart... but in the back of his mind, Allelujah understood the slow, burning affection that he had for Lockon and was beginning to realize it was just as much his as Hallelujah's. On this realization, he pressed up into the man's lips and wrapped his arm around the strong torso hovering protectively over him. Lips rolled with lips, his bare chest rubbed against Lockon's thin shirt, and almost without thinking he slowly shifted his leg so their thighs rubbed together through their pants.
"Lockon..." the young man looked up at him with sad, pleading eyes. At first, he didn't realize what Lockon was saying... was he gently turning Allelujah's advances down? Was he not good enough for the older man?
Another small mental bump from Hallelujah jerked him from that train of thought, and he smiled a little. No... that wasn't it, and it was stupid that he'd even thought so. Fact of the matter was, they were both still drunk, and Allelujah realized he wasn't comfortable with the thought of maybe destroying what the two of them were sharing. "Alright... that's the right thing to do," he admitted, if a bit reluctantly. "Alcohol and all..." but he couldn't resist planting a sweet kiss on those proffered lips nonetheless.
"Alright... I'd like to stay too," he murmured, clinging gently to the man and tugging him down gently on himself. "Just promise me you won't let me think tonight was a mistake, okay?"
He sighs gently as their lips roll together, delighted in the taste of the hot lips, the scent of whiskey on Lockon's breath, the slight tickle of flesh touching... Truly, perfectly wonderful.
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How unusual of Hallelujah to take interest in the personal life of his counterpart... but in the back of his mind, Allelujah understood the slow, burning affection that he had for Lockon and was beginning to realize it was just as much his as Hallelujah's. On this realization, he pressed up into the man's lips and wrapped his arm around the strong torso hovering protectively over him. Lips rolled with lips, his bare chest rubbed against Lockon's thin shirt, and almost without thinking he slowly shifted his leg so their thighs rubbed together through their pants.
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Another small mental bump from Hallelujah jerked him from that train of thought, and he smiled a little. No... that wasn't it, and it was stupid that he'd even thought so. Fact of the matter was, they were both still drunk, and Allelujah realized he wasn't comfortable with the thought of maybe destroying what the two of them were sharing. "Alright... that's the right thing to do," he admitted, if a bit reluctantly. "Alcohol and all..." but he couldn't resist planting a sweet kiss on those proffered lips nonetheless.
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He sighs gently as their lips roll together, delighted in the taste of the hot lips, the scent of whiskey on Lockon's breath, the slight tickle of flesh touching... Truly, perfectly wonderful.
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