Bonsoir bonsoir ! Comment allez-vous ?
Okay so I have to let you know that I'm a very anxious and stressed person. Because of that I can't really manage to do 2 things at the same time. For example I can't see a therapist during my school-time because it messed up my emotions and I can't work if I'm sad or upset. I know some people can but I don't manage it well. Same for my hobbies, I like to draw and write but I can't really do that during school-time so I end up stressing and doing nothing, I just focus on having grades.
But this year I want to improve on those skills so before college started I tried to do something : I included all the hobbies I wanted to do into my school schedule as if they were part of it. This way I thought I could trick my brain into thinking "hey this is actually something to do" and it kind of makes me do it.
Why? Because I discovered that when I'm forced to do things (for school for example) I do them, and I have to wake up in order to do it. But because I'm not forced to do my hobbies I end up not doing them at all because I think "oh I have the time" and then I just don't have enough time anymore because I slept all day.
So today for example I scheduled 90 minutes of writing as if it was a school subject, right after my I.T lesson. And guess what? I did write!
So... I guess tonight I have some writing for you?
But you may know (or already know) that English isn't my mother-tongue so I surely messed up tenses and grammar and all of this language things. So if you have some mistakes to report don't hesitate to tell me!
Big, warm hands enveloped Apollo. Even with his shirt on he could feel it.They started at his backbone, sliding heavily but softly at his shoulders. But they soon became hungry for skin to mark.
Apollo felt the palms raising up at their tips to trace the lines of his collarbones.
Then they continued their way up on his neck, and the warmness was back as he felt the palms now cupping his face.
Apollo gulped, he wanted to grasp them with his own hands but he didn't dare to move because he was afraid to disturb their dance. Instead he closed his eyes and tried to calm steady his breath.
The hands stayed here for a moment as if the other was studying him, inspecting his features. But they were in the dark, he couldn't see him. Only the thumbs remained moving, caressing slowly his cheeks. When they moved again, they landed on Apollo's lashes, brushing them softly with their back causing Apollo's eyelids to flutter as he wasn't used to the ticklish sensation they brought.
An index traces the line of his nose, then of his brows, and once again the tips were back. They touched his forehead and went up, up, up into his hair. At this gesture, Apollo titled his head backwards and soon they were spreading at the top of his head and were now progressing on the back, intertwining each finger with Apollo's hair as they went down.
They didn't took the same path as their arrival, rather than the face they choose to leave by Apollo's ears, wrapping themselves around them completely, toying a little with his lobes before digging into the back of Apollo's neck.
But instead of driving further they traced the outlines of Apollo's shirts they went back to the front neck and slowly started to travel down Apollo's chest. He shivered at the touch.
Their owner must have felt it because he stopped their track, before they kept going along Apollo's ribs.
Then they rest patiently on his hips.
Apollo opened his eyes as if he could grasp the other's eyes. He knew he couldn't see him, and even if he agreed to, he wanted to know who was this person with such kind hands and sweet caresses.
Everywhere the hands landed, Apollo felt hot, they were patient, slowly as they made their way onto Apollo's skin.
Apollo thought of how the other wanted so badly to touch him, how he craved him, and yet his hands remained gentle, they weren't harsh, they didn't rushed, but something was screaming at him.
Apollo tried to understand what was this feeling, frowning his brows when he heard a soft sigh and felt the grip around his hip tightening. He would practically hear the other's thoughts, begging him silently to let him continue discovering more of Apollo's skin.
Then something clicked in Apollo's head.
That's it! Feel free to critique it or to tell me how you feel about it if you want ~
Oh and it's supposed to be Klapollo, the "other" being Klavier, but because Apollo isn't supposed to know it (yet) I made sure as a reader you don't either, even if it's tagged as "Klapollo"!
I wish you a good day and a good night ~
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