Frey’s grin blooms, slow and brilliant, the kind that curves like a promise and glows like sunrise on bare skin. “And I’m just as grateful for all of you,” they purr, voice warm enough to sink into bone.
As Sunjata leans in, their arms loop easily around his neck, the movement fluid and intimate, nails tracing lazy circles at the base of his hairline before dragging just enough to tease. The touch is both grounding and electric, a tether and a spark in the same breath. They draw him that little bit closer, their scent and heat folding around him like a second skin. "Oh, grey eyes," they tut, soft and indulgent, the sound curling against his ear. "You absolutely need no excuse." The words are velvet-wrapped heat, their smile brushing the air between them. "But—" their nails graze again, light as a sigh, "—I’ll always enjoy watching you find one anyway." Frey’s grin deepens, and without breaking that slow, smouldering eye contact, they lean in until their lips find Sunjata’s.
The kiss is unhurried yet consuming, a molten thread pulling through every nerve, flooding him with sensation from the roots of his hair to the arches of his feet. It’s not just a meeting of mouths—it’s a full-bodied claim, something he feels in the thrum of his pulse, in the coil of muscle, in every inch that aches for them.
When they finally draw back, their smile is all wicked satisfaction. They vanish in the next breath, leaving behind a warm puff of honeysuckle and heat, the air rich with the echo of their presence. Only their low, delighted laughter lingers—alongside the very physical evidence of their parting gift, pressing insistently against the inside of his pants.
~FIN
As Sunjata leans in, their arms loop easily around his neck, the movement fluid and intimate, nails tracing lazy circles at the base of his hairline before dragging just enough to tease. The touch is both grounding and electric, a tether and a spark in the same breath. They draw him that little bit closer, their scent and heat folding around him like a second skin. "Oh, grey eyes," they tut, soft and indulgent, the sound curling against his ear. "You absolutely need no excuse." The words are velvet-wrapped heat, their smile brushing the air between them. "But—" their nails graze again, light as a sigh, "—I’ll always enjoy watching you find one anyway." Frey’s grin deepens, and without breaking that slow, smouldering eye contact, they lean in until their lips find Sunjata’s.
The kiss is unhurried yet consuming, a molten thread pulling through every nerve, flooding him with sensation from the roots of his hair to the arches of his feet. It’s not just a meeting of mouths—it’s a full-bodied claim, something he feels in the thrum of his pulse, in the coil of muscle, in every inch that aches for them.
When they finally draw back, their smile is all wicked satisfaction. They vanish in the next breath, leaving behind a warm puff of honeysuckle and heat, the air rich with the echo of their presence. Only their low, delighted laughter lingers—alongside the very physical evidence of their parting gift, pressing insistently against the inside of his pants.
~FIN
