@gilesian prompted:
a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body . ( from rip to matt )
↪ 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ . // accepting
The record had ended a few minutes ago, leaving behind what most would consider silence. Matt didn’t really know such a thing. The quiet was punctuated by the city sounds outside, quickly being overwhelmed by the much more intimate sounds of their bodies. Heart beats accelerating almost in tandem, the soft rustle of clothes being shifted and pulled away from heated flesh.
Back against the wall, he experienced everything in an amplified manner that he really never could find words for. It wasn’t just that his skin was sensitive beyond anything most people could comprehend, it was that it became the entirety of comprehension. Perhaps the only time he was able to focus past the vast limits of his awareness were during these intimate moments. Sex and fighting were two things that could root him firmly in his flesh, make him feel utterly human rather than a vessel of God’s omniscience.
Matt gripped Rip’s hair as his mouth went lower, trailing a path across his clavicle and he could sense the movement of his body more than feel it, close as their bodies were. Rip was lowering himself to knees, fingers sliding under his belt line, hooking his leather belt like an anchor as his mouth grazed his stomach. It was a question without words. He exhaled softly, tightened his fingers in the tangle of fine strands around his fingers.
“Please — “ For once, he could appreciate the relative stillness between them, thick with the tension of anticipation.
