Rory was as desperate for his touch as the fox was for the hands that stroked and held him, he realized with a distant joy, looking down as the hunter pressed his face against Jigano’s thigh. For a moment his hands gentled from where they had tangled in blond hair, but the desire in blue eyes wanted so much more, and he flexed his fingers in response – all he could do, in the position they were in, and not nearly enough, but Rory gave him no time to regret that further before his wicked teasing drew the plea from Jigano’s throat.
A plea that was answered in the shaking breath, hot with promise, that caressed his shaft a moment before lips pressed against him and he tensed from crown to heels, biting his lip near to bleeding as his hips rolled eagerly into the attention. That Rory watched him while he did it – fierce, wild, wicked, wonderful – only added to the forbidden pleasure of the moment, the sweet fire that left his honey-gold skin sheathed in sweat and crying out in protest that the hunter wasn’t pressed against every inch of him.
But he had firm hold of a number of inches that mattered most, and while Jigano was well familiar with how to hold himself back with a hand on himself – his own, at least, if no other – the slick, wet heat of Rory’s mouth closing over him was enough to test his endurance to the limit in a few short seconds. His passionate groan was anything but quiet now, and only his lover’s careful pacing and attention to his readiness kept him from losing himself so soon.
Black-taloned toes curled into the moss beneath his feet, anchoring him as he tried to hold himself still against the delicious pressure of the mouth and hand that worked him over so deftly. Long fingers flexed to the rhythm the hunter set, urging, commanding, begging for more as Jigano bowed his head to watch a sight he had never dared imagine even in his newly-returned dreams. Silver hair slipped forwards, unheeded, his fox’s ears doing nothing to hold back the loose tresses as he panted soft animal noises against the pulse that hammered through him loud enough to drown out anything besides his lover’s voice.
He had never been touched like this before – never let anyone close enough to try – and he couldn’t remember if he had told Rory that before or not, but it didn’t matter now, nothing mattered but the man kneeling between his legs, the mouth around him that licked and sucked, the hand that stroked and pulled and coaxed--
Tension twisted through him, urgent, demanding and it was only a moment’s warning that the edge he had been balancing on had tipped beneath him. ”Rory! I—I’m--” The name was half-growled, a plea and a warning as he tightened his grip on his lover’s hair and tried to tug him back, a residual flicker of worry guttering through him at taking advantage of the man who had brought him such pleasure. His body held no such compunctions against what was going to happen, regardless of his intentions, and he arched with a cry as his hips jerked forward and he lost himself. Ecstasy crashed over and through him, white hot and blinding as he shuddered and spent himself beneath the Fiat Lux moon.
A plea that was answered in the shaking breath, hot with promise, that caressed his shaft a moment before lips pressed against him and he tensed from crown to heels, biting his lip near to bleeding as his hips rolled eagerly into the attention. That Rory watched him while he did it – fierce, wild, wicked, wonderful – only added to the forbidden pleasure of the moment, the sweet fire that left his honey-gold skin sheathed in sweat and crying out in protest that the hunter wasn’t pressed against every inch of him.
But he had firm hold of a number of inches that mattered most, and while Jigano was well familiar with how to hold himself back with a hand on himself – his own, at least, if no other – the slick, wet heat of Rory’s mouth closing over him was enough to test his endurance to the limit in a few short seconds. His passionate groan was anything but quiet now, and only his lover’s careful pacing and attention to his readiness kept him from losing himself so soon.
Black-taloned toes curled into the moss beneath his feet, anchoring him as he tried to hold himself still against the delicious pressure of the mouth and hand that worked him over so deftly. Long fingers flexed to the rhythm the hunter set, urging, commanding, begging for more as Jigano bowed his head to watch a sight he had never dared imagine even in his newly-returned dreams. Silver hair slipped forwards, unheeded, his fox’s ears doing nothing to hold back the loose tresses as he panted soft animal noises against the pulse that hammered through him loud enough to drown out anything besides his lover’s voice.
He had never been touched like this before – never let anyone close enough to try – and he couldn’t remember if he had told Rory that before or not, but it didn’t matter now, nothing mattered but the man kneeling between his legs, the mouth around him that licked and sucked, the hand that stroked and pulled and coaxed--
Tension twisted through him, urgent, demanding and it was only a moment’s warning that the edge he had been balancing on had tipped beneath him. ”Rory! I—I’m--” The name was half-growled, a plea and a warning as he tightened his grip on his lover’s hair and tried to tug him back, a residual flicker of worry guttering through him at taking advantage of the man who had brought him such pleasure. His body held no such compunctions against what was going to happen, regardless of his intentions, and he arched with a cry as his hips jerked forward and he lost himself. Ecstasy crashed over and through him, white hot and blinding as he shuddered and spent himself beneath the Fiat Lux moon.
