He honestly didn't know why he remained down on the forest floor by Jigano's legs, just.. the idea of getting up didn't cross his mind. It was a little as if Jigano's orgasm had taken something from him (or perhaps, given him something he didn't know what to do with), and he felt it rather acutely, as if he had left himself out in the cold. He had no words for what it was that he felt: it was like someone shoving an object in your hands and asking you to name what shape it was, but no matter how much you turned it over and ran your fingers along it, you just couldn't figure out what it was.
Jigano's eyes opened again, and they gazes met.
More and more he thought that that nameless, shapeless emotion was not necessarily a bad thing. It slid from underneath his hands each time he tried to pin it down, but it was tinged with wonder, which reflected in his eyes.
It wasn't like it was the first time he chose to go down on his knees and give head—but—but—the thing was that he couldn't finish the sentence. Something about it had just been so profoundly different that it left him a little stunned, and honestly, he was grateful for the slow, gentle way that Jigano sank down with him, running his hands through golden hair. Rory, who still felt decidedly small and lost and vulnerable yet pleased, closed his eyes, relaxed, and leaned his head into the touch.
He looked younger like that, innocent despite the reason why his lips glistened. There was just the barest hint of a contented smile present in every aspect of his face.
Jigano's humming was as soothing as the fingers moving over his cheeks; lips touched his, gently, and still with his eyes closed Rory returned the kiss just as carefully. Jigano tasted like summer and honey beer through the distinct flavor of cum.
His own fervent desire had been forgotten in the rush of Jigano's orgasm, but his body had not entirely let go of how recently it had been teased; he began to shiver slightly when Jigano's hands drew across his skin, his fingers leaving little sparks in their wake. His breath shuddered and gladly, he let himself be pulled close, his hands following Jigano's thighs to his waist, splaying over his warm, damp skin.
Holding.
Holding him, and it was enough to get him to open his eyes again. The kiss broke as they panted in the dark.
Seeing the eagerness in Jigano's eyes was enough to make his heart pick up its pace.
The purr sent a pleasant shiver tingling through him, pupils widening as hot blood began to return to a certain part of his anatomy. "I like the sound of that," he breathed, the ghost of that content smile growing into something more lopsided as anticipation surged through him afresh. He could contemplate his shapeless, nameless feeling later.
Still with a hand on Jigano's waist he let himself be pressed down into the cool moss, shuddering slightly as it met his warm skin, but he found the sensation not unpleasant.
Smiling crookedly he reached up to touch his other hand to Jigano's face, trailing along his jaw, gaze roaming over his face.
This was something entirely new. He knew what he could do, what he could offer, but as he drank in the sight of Jigano above him—felt his lean body pressing into his—he realized that he had no idea what to expect, and that fact alone had the breath hitching his throat again.
Jigano's eyes opened again, and they gazes met.
More and more he thought that that nameless, shapeless emotion was not necessarily a bad thing. It slid from underneath his hands each time he tried to pin it down, but it was tinged with wonder, which reflected in his eyes.
It wasn't like it was the first time he chose to go down on his knees and give head—but—but—the thing was that he couldn't finish the sentence. Something about it had just been so profoundly different that it left him a little stunned, and honestly, he was grateful for the slow, gentle way that Jigano sank down with him, running his hands through golden hair. Rory, who still felt decidedly small and lost and vulnerable yet pleased, closed his eyes, relaxed, and leaned his head into the touch.
He looked younger like that, innocent despite the reason why his lips glistened. There was just the barest hint of a contented smile present in every aspect of his face.
Jigano's humming was as soothing as the fingers moving over his cheeks; lips touched his, gently, and still with his eyes closed Rory returned the kiss just as carefully. Jigano tasted like summer and honey beer through the distinct flavor of cum.
His own fervent desire had been forgotten in the rush of Jigano's orgasm, but his body had not entirely let go of how recently it had been teased; he began to shiver slightly when Jigano's hands drew across his skin, his fingers leaving little sparks in their wake. His breath shuddered and gladly, he let himself be pulled close, his hands following Jigano's thighs to his waist, splaying over his warm, damp skin.
Holding.
Holding him, and it was enough to get him to open his eyes again. The kiss broke as they panted in the dark.
Seeing the eagerness in Jigano's eyes was enough to make his heart pick up its pace.
The purr sent a pleasant shiver tingling through him, pupils widening as hot blood began to return to a certain part of his anatomy. "I like the sound of that," he breathed, the ghost of that content smile growing into something more lopsided as anticipation surged through him afresh. He could contemplate his shapeless, nameless feeling later.
Still with a hand on Jigano's waist he let himself be pressed down into the cool moss, shuddering slightly as it met his warm skin, but he found the sensation not unpleasant.
Smiling crookedly he reached up to touch his other hand to Jigano's face, trailing along his jaw, gaze roaming over his face.
This was something entirely new. He knew what he could do, what he could offer, but as he drank in the sight of Jigano above him—felt his lean body pressing into his—he realized that he had no idea what to expect, and that fact alone had the breath hitching his throat again.
