Unintended || Nathan & Asce
ascec:
He tugs on fabric, unbuttoning Nathan’s shirt without further delay. Pushing it off of his shoulders and letting pale fingers skim over warm, flawless skin. Almost as if every inch consists of precious gold, he’s careful but still determined. Curios, and oh so very ambiguous to himself. As to why the only thing he can think of is touching and getting closer to Nathan. Feeling his skin against his own, his breath and those gorgeous lips. Had there been a heartbeat to listen to as well, Asce believes it would have been just as intoxicating as everything else about the younger male is. So he can’t really help himself when he rasps his fangs against soft skin, not enough to draw blood but still enough to produce a light sting. Chuckling as he pulls back again, spending a few seconds eyeing the other; his bare skin.
There’s warmth, spreading like wildfire. Impatience, clouding his mind like the thickest of mists. All he can see, hear and breathe is Nathan. There is nothing else. Nobody else. And he speculates, how this hasn’t happened earlier. Why such an obvious spark has lain dormant for such a long amount of time. How come, they haven’t expressed any sort of need for each other prior to this moment? Is it because of their great amount of restraint, making the thought hard to even notice, alcohol giving the last nudge for them to cross the line? Or is it something entirely different? A question with an answer that lies hidden—woven into caresses and smiles. Even this a tad strange to him. The fire starting from his belly and spreading through his chest and over his shoulders as fingers seek purchase over Nathan’s lean hips. Asce moves to push the younger back against the wall, grunts in somewhat frustrated need. Because yes, of course there is frustration. The frustration of breathing, the frustration of a sweet, ever so tempting scent. It’s mouth-watering, really. but he suppresses it,m because he knows better. Knows better than to harm.
Though Asce is still impatient. It’s noticeable in the way his lips move and how his eyes barely fall shut. Turquoise hinted beneath long eyelashes. He pulls back, for a few lingering seconds. Offers up a bit of a teasing grin before he speaks; voice a low rumble. “I think it’s time to pick you up on that offer of undressing.” His breaths are a tad paced, although they needn’t be. Maybe, because he has been caught in the moment like this. Because he’s giving up his ability to think, the longer he keeps this close to the other. His warmth, the way his heated body feels against Asce’s own, cold, one is an amazing contrast. It’s driving him crazy.Finger begin to wander shortly after his spoken sentence, sneaking in beneath Nathan’s shirt and beginning to drag it upwards along his torso, exploring exposed skin as he goes on — resuming their liplock for another few moments, giving the younger’s upper lip a gentle suckle before kissing down the pale column of his neck.
Every slightest trace of time and space, long forgotten and since long irrelevant. Not needed whatsoever, because somewhere deep inside of Nathan a purpose for his existence had been born. Still a small bud wet from morning dew, still oh so fragile, but with the possibilities of growing into something beautiful. With the proper time and care, it could. Shoulders already undressed although almost not noted by the younger, the difference in temperature had not changed. Because the fire within was still raging, an any outside factors could not cool him down. He drew a sharp breath from the sting of teeth against his skin, relishes in the sensation as principles he had had for years faded into the back of his mind. The need for closeness grew with the seconds passing by, and there won’t be enough of it. Asce retrieved his teeth, leaving behind what probably were red marks indicating skin irritation, and Nathan was once again lost in turquoise.
Reaching out, and a small surprised sound manage to pass his lips and lips curl even more. Closeness. Gladly accepting whatever he can acquire in terms of closeness, lips returning every motion in a similar manner and hands behind Asce’s back, instinctively keeping him close. He doesn’t give it much thought though, why on earth he has allowed another vampire this close again, why he has willingly given up on the advantage he usually require in order to feel safe. Matters concerning Asce often can’t be logically explainable, but logic would have to give way for feeling. Purely giving into what he felt and he couldn’t get enough of the other. They stop as Asce pulled back, Nathan’s eyes questioningly opening to observe the other and with the still seconds, a growing impatience finally made itself noticed. He had only acted on instinct so far. A small, breathy chuckle escaped him. “I thought you already had.” Chilled fingers sending shivers down his spine just moments later, and Nathan leaned forward to connect their lips once more. Impatience fuelling him more so than ever. Pausing for just a second, a slight smile resting on his features, voice hushed but even so still noticeably low. “Please.., go ahead.”
With his shirt already unbuttoned it would go relatively easily, moving one arm at a time for Asce to completely rid him of the piece of clothing. As his belt was being undone, fingers placed right at the hem of the blue shirt, with care staring to unbutton the elder’s shirt. Voice still unchanged. “I’d like to return the favour as well.” Not paying much attention to his own pants dropping to the floor, resting by his ankles, instead he was solely focused on the revelation of inked skin. Beautiful. Gaze caressing as many details of the pieces of art as possible, abstract concepts such as time had completely seized to exist. Nathan proceeded with care to brush off the fabric completely once every button had been undone. “I hope you don’t mind.”








