He hadn’t known what Rory would taste like until it happened: a gentle heat, a whisper of honey beer, the memory of fire and a pinch of stardust. The wolf in man’s clothing might have kissed him fiercely, sharply, giving in to hunger and base lust, and Jigano would have responded in kind… but instead he was met with the same gentle reverence that he showed for this incredible creature who had touched his heart, and in that moment more than any other he gave himself over to Rory and the wordless, intricate web they had woven between each other, that seemed to wrap them in warmth and a limitless desire.
Fingers grazed his skin at last, leaving fireworks in their wake as muscles tightened in anticipation beneath that touch and his breath hitched into the kiss as he leaned forward, into the body that rose to meet his. Rory had already learned one way to get a reaction from him, and as a hand found its way back into his hair he didn’t try to stop his approving moan, lips parting to match the hunter’s hunger as hips pressed tight together and clothes remained frustratingly in the way, even as a wandering hand slide over smooth golden skin with silent promise.
No longer constrained by the pretense of a dance, Jigano’s hands were final free to wander as well, slipping beneath the blue tunic and lifting it as he spread his fingers wide to touch as much as possible, greedy in his newfound freedom as he slid from Rory’s hips to his back, tracing up along the bumps of his spine with a delicate touch while the other hand slipped lower, working beneath the hunter’s belt to explore what he had only seen demurely clothed before.
He didn’t know when his eyes had closed. All the world seemed alight around him, fire in his chest, in his blood, in every place their skin touched. His body sang beneath Rory’s touch, hyperaware of each breath and pounding beat of their hearts, and his ears flicked, furred and pointed atop his head where they poked from his white mane. He was losing control for the first time in what felt like a lifetime and it was exhilarating to trust someone so completely, to offer himself and hold nothing back.
A growl rumbled in his chest, and he rocked his hips forward, grinding against his lover with a delicious friction that left him panting into the kiss, wanting more, needing more, but holding back to savor the symphony of sensations Rory was stimulating in him. Rory was a wildfire, a wolf, confident and experienced in how he touched and kissed. Jigano was instinct and enthusiasm, and a quick learner, and his hands cherished every part of the hunter that he could reach as he lost himself in their shared passion and learned what would make Rory gasp.
Fingers grazed his skin at last, leaving fireworks in their wake as muscles tightened in anticipation beneath that touch and his breath hitched into the kiss as he leaned forward, into the body that rose to meet his. Rory had already learned one way to get a reaction from him, and as a hand found its way back into his hair he didn’t try to stop his approving moan, lips parting to match the hunter’s hunger as hips pressed tight together and clothes remained frustratingly in the way, even as a wandering hand slide over smooth golden skin with silent promise.
No longer constrained by the pretense of a dance, Jigano’s hands were final free to wander as well, slipping beneath the blue tunic and lifting it as he spread his fingers wide to touch as much as possible, greedy in his newfound freedom as he slid from Rory’s hips to his back, tracing up along the bumps of his spine with a delicate touch while the other hand slipped lower, working beneath the hunter’s belt to explore what he had only seen demurely clothed before.
He didn’t know when his eyes had closed. All the world seemed alight around him, fire in his chest, in his blood, in every place their skin touched. His body sang beneath Rory’s touch, hyperaware of each breath and pounding beat of their hearts, and his ears flicked, furred and pointed atop his head where they poked from his white mane. He was losing control for the first time in what felt like a lifetime and it was exhilarating to trust someone so completely, to offer himself and hold nothing back.
A growl rumbled in his chest, and he rocked his hips forward, grinding against his lover with a delicious friction that left him panting into the kiss, wanting more, needing more, but holding back to savor the symphony of sensations Rory was stimulating in him. Rory was a wildfire, a wolf, confident and experienced in how he touched and kissed. Jigano was instinct and enthusiasm, and a quick learner, and his hands cherished every part of the hunter that he could reach as he lost himself in their shared passion and learned what would make Rory gasp.
