It was good that they had left when they did: the memory of Jigano's hands finally slipping underneath the hem of his shirt, his thumbs stroking across his skin, was still enough to steal the breath right out of his lungs. When it had happened it had been like a blow to the back of his head, a blinding surge through his entire body as he'd shivered under the touch. It had taken so much to break away, only the promise of some solitude to feel those fingers across more of him to beat back the senseless desire to stay where they were just to prolong that moment.
Sooner or later, someone would've looked at them for longer than half a heartbeat, and taken offense to their youthful, shameless ways. And Rory desperately didn't want it to end.
So he dragged them into the dark, using the sounds he could hear from Fiat Lux to guide him away, into stillness and silence where the cool wind swept against hot skin and starlight bathed them in cold silver.
To his surprise, it was Jigano who stopped first, tugging on his hand. He came to a graceless halt, turning around with his heart set pounding anew, for this was it, this was where they could do exactly what they wanted, and this time, it was Jigano catching him, and not the other way around. A hand, pale in the darkness, rose to cup his cheek, elegant fingers stroking the scar, and Rory shivered with the anticipation of suddenly not knowing, of having relinquished control. This wasn't just his fire tugging Jigano along anymore.
This was Jigano wanting and acting on that want and it had him aching with a want to know—
His eyes were dark with want as he looked into Jigano's face, his hands hanging still by his sides. ”I want you,” Jigano said, and Rory's tongue began to fumble for responses: I'm here, so take me, I want you too, but none of them made it past his lips.
Because Jigano was kissing him, and for a moment, Rory was stunned by the sensation of it. The warmth of it, the taste of it, just the knowledge that it was Jigano kissing him in the dark, starlit forest.
Then he kissed him back, gentle, his hands rising again. His fingers teased the hem of Jigano's tunic, slipping beneath it to once again rest against his hip, but this time with nothing in between.
And it was electrifying.
Wrapping his other hand in the long hair again his kiss grew hungrier, and he pressed himself close, as close as he could, his breath fast and shallow, his blood hot, fingers wandering around the skin below Jigano's waist.
Sooner or later, someone would've looked at them for longer than half a heartbeat, and taken offense to their youthful, shameless ways. And Rory desperately didn't want it to end.
So he dragged them into the dark, using the sounds he could hear from Fiat Lux to guide him away, into stillness and silence where the cool wind swept against hot skin and starlight bathed them in cold silver.
To his surprise, it was Jigano who stopped first, tugging on his hand. He came to a graceless halt, turning around with his heart set pounding anew, for this was it, this was where they could do exactly what they wanted, and this time, it was Jigano catching him, and not the other way around. A hand, pale in the darkness, rose to cup his cheek, elegant fingers stroking the scar, and Rory shivered with the anticipation of suddenly not knowing, of having relinquished control. This wasn't just his fire tugging Jigano along anymore.
This was Jigano wanting and acting on that want and it had him aching with a want to know—
His eyes were dark with want as he looked into Jigano's face, his hands hanging still by his sides. ”I want you,” Jigano said, and Rory's tongue began to fumble for responses: I'm here, so take me, I want you too, but none of them made it past his lips.
Because Jigano was kissing him, and for a moment, Rory was stunned by the sensation of it. The warmth of it, the taste of it, just the knowledge that it was Jigano kissing him in the dark, starlit forest.
Then he kissed him back, gentle, his hands rising again. His fingers teased the hem of Jigano's tunic, slipping beneath it to once again rest against his hip, but this time with nothing in between.
And it was electrifying.
Wrapping his other hand in the long hair again his kiss grew hungrier, and he pressed himself close, as close as he could, his breath fast and shallow, his blood hot, fingers wandering around the skin below Jigano's waist.
