He was going to go mad if they stayed there, like that: he was losing himself in Jigano's shallow breathing, yearning for the hitches in it, listening only for his breathlessness. The rhythm of the fiddlers was entirely lost on him: he heard only the breath slipping past his head.
So when he heard the moan slip past Jigano's lips it tasted like victory, and he grinned—savage and pleased—against his chest, brushing the smile over warm skin. There was something wickedly pleasing about drawing such a sound from someone who always seemed so in control, and heedless of the crowd around them his fingers worked through the hair and against neck and scalp. He wanted more of where that had come from, his other hand skirting lower, circling down and then back up again to the hip—
He hadn't noticed that they had stopped until Jigano's arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, their wants and needs hidden from view in the press of their hips.
Breathing ragged, uneven breaths he held still for a moment, just feeling—savoring the moment, the feeling of their pulses throbbing. His fingers moved slowly and gently through Jigano's hair, twisting a couple of long locks around them. There, among so many people, he felt wild and dangerous, as if all his inhibitions were slowly being scrubbed away.
His head twisted sideways when Jigano lowered his, shivering as his breath and lips touched his ear. This was not what he had envisioned that morning when he had skulked onto the grounds of the Fiat Lux—something he had only entertained in brief bursts of thought, thinking himself too controlled and Jigano not quite ready, yet there they fucking were and there were just no questions left to ask about it.
Except one, apparently, and Rory felt his chest shake in silent amusement. Feeling devilish, he untangled his hand from Jigano's hair, placed his index finger over his lips. It didn't take much, just a little leaning and rising onto his toes, and he kissed Jigano's cheek—far more intimate, somehow, than kissing his chest, another kind of promise, making him shake—moving closer and closer to his mouth. But he kept his hand over it, ready to fend him off should he try to return the kiss.
Oh, it was a little evil, but he felt wicked, and besides, Jigano had shown far more restraint with his hands so far...
"How can I say no to that?" he whispered against his skin, before pulling back, tantalizingly out of reach (with his face at least). He felt giddy and stupid with the whole thing, with knowing that surely some people in the crowd had noticed that they were a little indecent, and with a breathless laugh he tried to disentangle himself from Jigano's embrace and grab his hand instead. He didn't care that his body shouted his intentions to anyone who happened to look down at him, because he was leaving anyway, tugging Jigano away with him, towards the dark and the safety from prying eyes.
Jigano might've claimed the Glade wasn't far but if Rory had any say in matters, they'd probably not even make it all the way there.
So when he heard the moan slip past Jigano's lips it tasted like victory, and he grinned—savage and pleased—against his chest, brushing the smile over warm skin. There was something wickedly pleasing about drawing such a sound from someone who always seemed so in control, and heedless of the crowd around them his fingers worked through the hair and against neck and scalp. He wanted more of where that had come from, his other hand skirting lower, circling down and then back up again to the hip—
He hadn't noticed that they had stopped until Jigano's arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, their wants and needs hidden from view in the press of their hips.
Breathing ragged, uneven breaths he held still for a moment, just feeling—savoring the moment, the feeling of their pulses throbbing. His fingers moved slowly and gently through Jigano's hair, twisting a couple of long locks around them. There, among so many people, he felt wild and dangerous, as if all his inhibitions were slowly being scrubbed away.
His head twisted sideways when Jigano lowered his, shivering as his breath and lips touched his ear. This was not what he had envisioned that morning when he had skulked onto the grounds of the Fiat Lux—something he had only entertained in brief bursts of thought, thinking himself too controlled and Jigano not quite ready, yet there they fucking were and there were just no questions left to ask about it.
Except one, apparently, and Rory felt his chest shake in silent amusement. Feeling devilish, he untangled his hand from Jigano's hair, placed his index finger over his lips. It didn't take much, just a little leaning and rising onto his toes, and he kissed Jigano's cheek—far more intimate, somehow, than kissing his chest, another kind of promise, making him shake—moving closer and closer to his mouth. But he kept his hand over it, ready to fend him off should he try to return the kiss.
Oh, it was a little evil, but he felt wicked, and besides, Jigano had shown far more restraint with his hands so far...
"How can I say no to that?" he whispered against his skin, before pulling back, tantalizingly out of reach (with his face at least). He felt giddy and stupid with the whole thing, with knowing that surely some people in the crowd had noticed that they were a little indecent, and with a breathless laugh he tried to disentangle himself from Jigano's embrace and grab his hand instead. He didn't care that his body shouted his intentions to anyone who happened to look down at him, because he was leaving anyway, tugging Jigano away with him, towards the dark and the safety from prying eyes.
Jigano might've claimed the Glade wasn't far but if Rory had any say in matters, they'd probably not even make it all the way there.
