Closet (nsfw)
While doing some light reading and drinking in the library, Lyon and Drifter get a little distracted.
A broom clatters to the ground as Drifter backs Lyon into a closet and shuts the door behind them, their lips never breaking apart. His kisses are unpracticed but eager, and she drinks them up. Roughly cupping his face in her hands, she dives in deep with her tongue, tasting the wine they were just enjoying. It makes her head swim.
"Take them off," she whispers, tugging a finger at the leather belts around his waist. She doesn't trust herself to get them all off in a hurry without ripping something. Lyon quickly unfastens them, letting them fall into a heap around his ankles, their religious weight temporarily forgotten.
"Good," she whispers against his lips, then palms his growing arousal through his pants. He chokes back a breathy noise, but she wants him loud. She does it again, harder this time, and swallows the moan that escapes him into a rough kiss. Drifter has learned that he can be quiet, even in bed, and any sounds he makes are things to savor.
With one hand she undoes the last of the fastenings and frees his hard cock into the hot air of the closet. He says something in Gaullique she doesn't understand as his knees go weak, his hands grabbing her arms to help steady himself. She traces soft kisses from his temple to his ear.
"You okay with this?" Being so quiet, she needs to make sure she isn't pushing him too far or too fast.
A quick and reassuring nod.
"Please, mon miracle."
The 'please' has her lightheaded. She wants more of that begging from him, but another time. Right now, she's set on one thing.
The floor is cold on her knees as she settles in front of him. She licks a line up his hip where flesh meets living metal, and a full body shiver from the priest is her reward. Moving down, she peppers kisses along the length of him until her lips are on the tip of his cock, and he has to put his hands on the door to steady himself.
Drifter swallows him all the way down until her nose is buried in his bush of hair. A shaky moan slips through clenched teeth and he curls in on himself. She pulls back until her lips are on his tip again before moving back down. Tip to base, tip to base. Slow and heavy, tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. There are sputtering sounds above her.
"I-I don't know how much how much longer I can last if you keep doing that."
The words spill out of him. Exactly what she wants to hear. She takes one of his hands and brings it to the back of her head, making sure he has a good handful of her hair. Then her own hands fall to rest on her thighs as she looks up at him. Still and waiting, she hopes he understands the silent invitation.
Lyon swallows thickly, starts to say something, then catches himself. What he wants to ask needs a moment to be translated into something she will understand. She's learned that excitement makes him want to slip back into Gaullique, and to hear him struggle just to speak does things to her ego.
"Are, are you certain?" he asks.
She gives what little nod she can with the length of him in her mouth. He breaths in deeply, trying to steady himself. The hand in her hair tightens its grip as he starts to move, pumping his hips into her mouth. Slowly at first, but he quickly loses himself, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his release.
A strained, startled noise from above her. He tries to pull out, but her hands are quick to grab his hips, keeping him pressed deep inside her mouth as he spends down her throat. His deep moan fills the small room.
She drags her lips as she pulls off, licking his tip and making sure not a drop of him goes to waste. More shivers and unsteady breaths from above.
"Oh, Lua…" Lyon sighs.
Drifter gets to her feet. With a finger under his chin, she tilts his head up so she can get a good look at him. Despite being the one on her knees, he looks more of a mess— strands of flaxen hair cling to his sweat-sheened forehead, and his cheeks have a red flush that spreads down his neck.
Then his eye meets hers, and there's such a tenderness in his expression it makes her heart do funny things in her chest.
She holds his face, gently this time, and kisses him deeply.
They should drink in the library more often, she decides.
