He could feel Rory’s hands on him, Rory’s body against his, Rory’s breath on his skin, and it was dizzying beyond his wildest dreams, even with their clothing still between them and the festival around them leashing the heat of desire that coiled in his chest and danced in his blood. Fingers flexed through fabric, teasing at tense muscles beneath and nearly distracting Jigano from the steps of a dance that required no thought at all, only instinct and rhythm.
Both of which were currently given over to the body that held his, drinking in everything that Rory gave him, with a hunger that only grew the more he indulged it. The strength of his emotions were exhilarating, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible as the hunter squeezed his hip with a touch that promised so much more if only they weren’t surrounded by an audience. What Jigano wanted was privacy and a closed door, soft sheets and no interruptions.
What he had was a dark night lit by stars and lanterns and the slow, sweet seduction of the strings and flute some little distance away.
Slow, he could do, if he had to. This was so new to him, so strange and wonderful, that he wanted to savor every second even as his body ached for more and made no mystery of what it wanted. Rory moved against him with a trust and responsiveness that had long fingers flexing again, possessive and eager, a low hum of approval rumbling through the bard’s chest as their feet carried them in slow circles over the cool grass.
He wanted, just as Rory had said he would—
A shiver ran through him as hot breath ghosted over his neck, a reminder of his vulnerability in that moment, heart and soul and body given into the care of his handsome, gentle, fierce, brilliant partner, and he should have been afraid.
With anyone else he would have been.
A strong arm wrapped more firmly around him as Rory’s lips closed on his neck, and Jigano tilted his jaw away from the kiss - the bite - baring more of the sensitive golden skin as his hum turned into a low growl of approval as pain and pleasure inextricably mingled in a wave of sweet fire. Fingers dug sharply into the hunter’s back, bunching in the cloth of his shirt as the fox slowed their steps further. It was getting hard to concentrate, hard to think beyond the moment while his heart raced and his breath came short and shallow. He was used to being the predator, but in every step of this dance he had been the prey and now Rory had caught him close.
And he had no intention of being set free again.
Fingers opened, releasing fabric, one hand sliding up to press high between Rory’s shoulder blades and hold him close while the other stretched down, mirroring the hand on his own hip as he helped to lock them together, close enough that neither could break away without the other’s permission as the dance spun on and the lanterns shone off of heads of silver and gold becoming more and more entwined in the moonlight.
Both of which were currently given over to the body that held his, drinking in everything that Rory gave him, with a hunger that only grew the more he indulged it. The strength of his emotions were exhilarating, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible as the hunter squeezed his hip with a touch that promised so much more if only they weren’t surrounded by an audience. What Jigano wanted was privacy and a closed door, soft sheets and no interruptions.
What he had was a dark night lit by stars and lanterns and the slow, sweet seduction of the strings and flute some little distance away.
Slow, he could do, if he had to. This was so new to him, so strange and wonderful, that he wanted to savor every second even as his body ached for more and made no mystery of what it wanted. Rory moved against him with a trust and responsiveness that had long fingers flexing again, possessive and eager, a low hum of approval rumbling through the bard’s chest as their feet carried them in slow circles over the cool grass.
He wanted, just as Rory had said he would—
A shiver ran through him as hot breath ghosted over his neck, a reminder of his vulnerability in that moment, heart and soul and body given into the care of his handsome, gentle, fierce, brilliant partner, and he should have been afraid.
With anyone else he would have been.
A strong arm wrapped more firmly around him as Rory’s lips closed on his neck, and Jigano tilted his jaw away from the kiss - the bite - baring more of the sensitive golden skin as his hum turned into a low growl of approval as pain and pleasure inextricably mingled in a wave of sweet fire. Fingers dug sharply into the hunter’s back, bunching in the cloth of his shirt as the fox slowed their steps further. It was getting hard to concentrate, hard to think beyond the moment while his heart raced and his breath came short and shallow. He was used to being the predator, but in every step of this dance he had been the prey and now Rory had caught him close.
And he had no intention of being set free again.
Fingers opened, releasing fabric, one hand sliding up to press high between Rory’s shoulder blades and hold him close while the other stretched down, mirroring the hand on his own hip as he helped to lock them together, close enough that neither could break away without the other’s permission as the dance spun on and the lanterns shone off of heads of silver and gold becoming more and more entwined in the moonlight.
