So deliciously warm and searing, and the heat of Saralegui's gasp puffed along his skin, as perfect as a second kiss. And all at once, the hollow ache of hunger wracked him, made his jaw ache, made his hands want to clench harder on the pretty man before him. Beautiful as a shaft of moonlight, as dawn touching mist--
He slipped his hand down along Saralegui's hair, loosing his grip, and leaned back from the kiss-- though not to gasp for breath.
"Tell me what you like best," he commanded, in a voice not hitched or shy but cold and certain as steel. He pressed towards the small, subtle touch near the skin of his hip, and pressed one leg a little between Saralegui's knees, using his posture to herd Saralegui, forcing the other man to take a step back. And then another, and then another, 'till the backs of Sara's thighs touched the bed.
"Tell me what makes your toes curl, what makes your blood run hot as molten metal. What makes you forget to breathe."
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So deliciously warm and searing, and the heat of Saralegui's gasp puffed along his skin, as perfect as a second kiss. And all at once, the hollow ache of hunger wracked him, made his jaw ache, made his hands want to clench harder on the pretty man before him. Beautiful as a shaft of moonlight, as dawn touching mist--
He slipped his hand down along Saralegui's hair, loosing his grip, and leaned back from the kiss-- though not to gasp for breath.
"Tell me what you like best," he commanded, in a voice not hitched or shy but cold and certain as steel. He pressed towards the small, subtle touch near the skin of his hip, and pressed one leg a little between Saralegui's knees, using his posture to herd Saralegui, forcing the other man to take a step back. And then another, and then another, 'till the backs of Sara's thighs touched the bed.
"Tell me what makes your toes curl, what makes your blood run hot as molten metal. What makes you forget to breathe."