[Gosh I'm so sorry I basically just like vanished for a week. Everything has been a huge emotional roller coaster here, up to and including the general election. On the one hand, Theresa May is now pretty much a zombie PM, but she's like the walking dead who don't even realize they're already dead? And Corbyn is now the most powerful politician in the UK, which we are thrilled about. But we are still stuck with this shitty Tory government, now propped up by a bunch of far-right twats from Northern Ireland. All of which is to say nothing of various personal and family stuff of the past 7 days. ANYWAY. You got to go a festival!! OMG we narrowly missed the date of the one around the Asakusa shrine when we were there. I am pining for Japan so hard right now...and perhaps not coincidentally looking at a job posting there hahaha. Also, what did you think of the onsen you went to??]
The shudder that went through Aurus's body made him tremble all over, his breath catching in a near moan as he let his head fall forward against Charles' shoulder, fingers tensing against his flanks. For a moment he felt almost like he couldn't bear to move at all, but then he reached up to catch the man's hand and still it just before the touch became too much--it was a very fine line, the sensation unmistakably intense, pleasure and a hint of pain edging together. The scale could easily tip the other way though, and asking Charles for this was opening that door, leading him to a place where Aurus knew he could easily end up being overwhelmed.
That wasn't any accident though. Letting themselves be overtaken by passion, by need, letting them each be guided by the way their touch moved the other's body--this was where their path was inexorably leading them. It was just a matter of finding that moment when the updraft of thermals would catch and carry them, lift them away from the encumbrance of too many conscious thoughts.
So maybe it was no accident that Aurus recovered himself only by thin degrees, face pressing to Charles' throat and lips dragging over the skin, breath hot on the pulse point just below his ear as he let his grip on his wrist go, trusting his hands to go where they pleased.
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The shudder that went through Aurus's body made him tremble all over, his breath catching in a near moan as he let his head fall forward against Charles' shoulder, fingers tensing against his flanks. For a moment he felt almost like he couldn't bear to move at all, but then he reached up to catch the man's hand and still it just before the touch became too much--it was a very fine line, the sensation unmistakably intense, pleasure and a hint of pain edging together. The scale could easily tip the other way though, and asking Charles for this was opening that door, leading him to a place where Aurus knew he could easily end up being overwhelmed.
That wasn't any accident though. Letting themselves be overtaken by passion, by need, letting them each be guided by the way their touch moved the other's body--this was where their path was inexorably leading them. It was just a matter of finding that moment when the updraft of thermals would catch and carry them, lift them away from the encumbrance of too many conscious thoughts.
So maybe it was no accident that Aurus recovered himself only by thin degrees, face pressing to Charles' throat and lips dragging over the skin, breath hot on the pulse point just below his ear as he let his grip on his wrist go, trusting his hands to go where they pleased.