i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Instinctively Ever's gaze tried to drop as Danta's fingers began to work at the buttons of his shirt—surely he ought to help?—before the ancient's lips force his jaw to remain elevated. "You can send your compliments to the House of Midnight." Ever protests mildly, feeling as though he deserved utterly no credit for the few things he managed to great right.
Though no touch thus far has compared to the feel of Isla's, the ancient's demanding hands against his body has Ever breathing more roughly than he'd intended to, against the other man's neck. Heat flushed through his cheeks as the combined motion of their hips once again had the door rattling on its hinges, and were it not for the perfunctory knock on the other side of said door, the banging would likely have continued on.
Reaching for the white powder as soon as it was offered, Ever would twine his fingers through Danta's before turning their hands over to expose the ancient's wrist. With his free hand, the aviator sprinkled the powder onto Danta's skin, using the veins that disappeared into his palm as a guide. Glancing up at the Maverick through hooded blue eyes and smiling faintly, Ever inhaled the dust from Danta's skin in a rather practiced motion, before chasing the sensation by pressing his lips a good deal more forcefully than he had thus far, against the other man's mouth.
Though no touch thus far has compared to the feel of Isla's, the ancient's demanding hands against his body has Ever breathing more roughly than he'd intended to, against the other man's neck. Heat flushed through his cheeks as the combined motion of their hips once again had the door rattling on its hinges, and were it not for the perfunctory knock on the other side of said door, the banging would likely have continued on.
Reaching for the white powder as soon as it was offered, Ever would twine his fingers through Danta's before turning their hands over to expose the ancient's wrist. With his free hand, the aviator sprinkled the powder onto Danta's skin, using the veins that disappeared into his palm as a guide. Glancing up at the Maverick through hooded blue eyes and smiling faintly, Ever inhaled the dust from Danta's skin in a rather practiced motion, before chasing the sensation by pressing his lips a good deal more forcefully than he had thus far, against the other man's mouth.
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