Cause I haven't updated that in a while!
I still like the idea of individuality within the kissing scenes of the boys… So today's SMS is "What would it be like to be held/kissed by each boy if I were to rewrite it?"
To be held by James is to feel practiced elegance. His hands are held firmly on your back as you scoot in closer on his lap. One hand goes up and holds the back of your neck. It’s all about support. There’s something rehearsed and stiff about his posture. It’s not uncomfortable, by contrast; you’re given reign to adjust as you please, but his hands and body don’t move unless you do and his lips stay firmly above board… at least at first.
When your kiss goes from necessity to indulgence, he becomes more mobile. His form relaxes into the chair; his hands pull you in more intently as the hand once on your back travels downwards to your hips. Less about support and more about control as he essentially has you pinned to him. His lips travel downwards, gracing neck and chest with deep, marking kisses. He feasts like a starving man and for a moment, he forgets all decorum.
To be held by Erik is to also feel something practiced but more natural. His hands guide you to the grass beneath you, twirling themselves around your hair. With soft kisses and nibbles he tests your boundaries. On your cheek, on your lips, your nose, your ears, your chin, and so on. He’s a man of variety, using noises and flinches to see if he should proceed or back off. It’s almost like he’s done every option a thousand times with how accurately he can tell between a moan of pleasure and a squeak of discomfort.
When you choose to go further, it’s you who gets bolder. You start testing his boundaries and he chooses to be more obvious with his tells knowing you are less experienced. It almost becomes a game, one that divulges into light hair pulling and heavy panting. Maybe he lost his practiced edge for a moment there and just let himself feel.
To be held by Sam is to start off on the wrong foot, a pattern with this man. He yanks you onto his lap with a strong grip and kisses you roughly. It’s like a fight. Weak enthrallment can’t hide your discomfort, and you must pull away and tell Sam to be gentler. If you’re going to help him, you have the right to be comfortable. In a turn of character, Sam’s gaze softens as his hold remains firm but is no longer a grip. Tensions in the air soften as he lets you lead, his own inexperience making him unsure of how to proceed. You hold his face as you lean in and show him what you prefer in a kiss. He doesn’t protest, merely putting a hand to your upper back to support you.
Things loosen further as you proceed past what is necessary. His body, once tense and stiff as a board, relaxes as you pull in closer. If you’re wearing a choker, he removes it to kiss the nape of your neck. A calloused hand run up and down your back in a somewhat soothing motion. It’s no longer pressing up against you, but it never leaves your back. He is probably the clumsiest kisser but there’s an awkward charm to it.
To be held by Matthew is to see a new side to him. A nervous, hesitant energy. He wordlessly adjusts you to have your body leaned up against the cupboards you two collapsed near, the soft light of your phone helping you know where you are. His kiss is light and tender, he keeps his hands off you. He’s trying so desperately to be as respectful as possible seeing the awkward situation, you’re held up in. The most he does at the start is rub the draping part of your shirt between his fingers as a stim to ground himself. As you get more comfortable though, the soft hand that rubbed your shirt, lifts to hold your lower back. Your own hands go over his shoulder holding yourself steady.
Things heat up and what was once a tender, nervous kiss turned deep and passionate. You had to give him credit; he knew how to kiss well and even tease your lower lip to deepen said kiss. The light of the phone dims as it powers off from idle timing. And suddenly it goes dark; the only illumination being the golden glow of his eyes. You hazily remember ending up lying on your back on the floor. Whether it was you or Matthew or both that brought you here hardly mattered anymore.
To be held by Damien is to be once more surprised by his contrasting choices. Up until this point, he came across as mild mannered if not a little nervous. He even seemed hesitant to kiss you. But once he gained that reassurance, his eyes grew lustful and before you knew it your body was strewn on top of your grandfather’s desk, albeit gently. He was a wildcard, truly unpredictable. His enthrallment flickered indecisively as he was not used to using his powers against others, yet his kiss spoke of his desperation. His surprising boldness faded when he deemed himself full and attempted to cool himself down as swiftly as possible.
But there was that moment hesitation. Of wanting. You lay back down; he leans back in and the kiss resumes. Now, it’s not as desperate, it’s gentler like he was comfortable doing. He hasn’t gone completely soft though as his hands and legs pin you possessively to the desk. The moment was contradictory, soft but caging, enthrallment weak but still intoxicating. Like he’s trying to hypnotize you into a lulled state. And you fully let him.