[ He's as much a party to the intimate nearness as Eiden is, his lips close enough to be an invitation, parting to welcome him and meet his hunger with a sigh brushing against his cheek. 'Here without respite' — maybe, at least that kiss is not the clumsy fumbling of a novice, with the easy enthusiasm of a long-awaited craving.
Jointed metal fingers clink and clatter when he carefully threads them into Eiden's hair, cradling the curve of his skull in the cup of an unforgivingly steely palm when he hazards the first taste of his lips. The warm, brief brush of his tongue, wet and soft, against the seam of Eiden's mouth. On whether that's another invitation or a declaration of intent, he has some plausible deniability that it's either when he pulls back enough to breathe a question against his kiss-damp lips: ]
If you can't tell I want this too, [ oh, but how a smile transforms the shape of his vowels, makes the whisper something less conspiratorial, more akin to exhilaration, ] Then I know another way I can convince you.
[ A twist of his wrist is all it takes for him to slide his hand inside the straining sling of his beachwear, and as his confident grip finds traces of slick pre on heated, needy skin, he gasps near Eiden's mouth, closing his fingers around that captive cock for a slow stroke, root to leaking tip. ] ...Flatterer.
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Jointed metal fingers clink and clatter when he carefully threads them into Eiden's hair, cradling the curve of his skull in the cup of an unforgivingly steely palm when he hazards the first taste of his lips. The warm, brief brush of his tongue, wet and soft, against the seam of Eiden's mouth. On whether that's another invitation or a declaration of intent, he has some plausible deniability that it's either when he pulls back enough to breathe a question against his kiss-damp lips: ]
If you can't tell I want this too, [ oh, but how a smile transforms the shape of his vowels, makes the whisper something less conspiratorial, more akin to exhilaration, ] Then I know another way I can convince you.
[ A twist of his wrist is all it takes for him to slide his hand inside the straining sling of his beachwear, and as his confident grip finds traces of slick pre on heated, needy skin, he gasps near Eiden's mouth, closing his fingers around that captive cock for a slow stroke, root to leaking tip. ] ...Flatterer.