Oh gods, it was everything—his fingers worked through the white hair, the moan against his lips sending a shiver through him. Wild and reckless he pressed his hips into Jigano, fingers exploring the slope of his spine, the warmth and the strength of the surrounding muscles; a compromise between his curiosity and the need burning hot in him—
But out from under the watchful eyes of the festival-goers Jigano seemed to have found his courage, and Rory's kiss stilled. His lips were still on Jigano's but he stopped moving for a moment, eyes closing as hands found his skin. Along with the cool air fingers moved across his quivering muscles, hungrily gliding across his body and onto his back, one trailing up his spine; his breathing grew more ragged, neither a moan nor a gasp, and gently he tried to close his teeth around Jigano's lower lip.
He definitely liked this version of Jigano, and how he began to help himself to Rory's body. His own fingers dug lightly into Jigano's back, pausing their exploration to give a happy little gasp as the hand slid below his waistband.
With a giddy smile he resumed the kiss, stroking along the base of one triangular ear before letting his hand drop—
And moaning unceremoniously as Jigano began to grind against him, sending sparks dancing over his skin and the back of his eyelids. He shifted slightly to find his own sweet spot, closing his arm around Jigano's warm waist—too much clothes—as he rocked right back against him, more than half-lost in the sensation. His breaths came in jagged bursts.
He didn't even think about the cold as he let both his hands wander to the hem of Jigano's tunic after a moment, gathering the fabric up in his fists as he began to pull it up. He drew back from the kiss to stare breathlessly into his (friend's? partner's? lover's?) face before trying to tug the garment off over his head.
Because he wanted nothing in between them.
Because he wanted to see, to touch and drink in every detail of the elegant creature he found himself both catching and caught by.
But out from under the watchful eyes of the festival-goers Jigano seemed to have found his courage, and Rory's kiss stilled. His lips were still on Jigano's but he stopped moving for a moment, eyes closing as hands found his skin. Along with the cool air fingers moved across his quivering muscles, hungrily gliding across his body and onto his back, one trailing up his spine; his breathing grew more ragged, neither a moan nor a gasp, and gently he tried to close his teeth around Jigano's lower lip.
He definitely liked this version of Jigano, and how he began to help himself to Rory's body. His own fingers dug lightly into Jigano's back, pausing their exploration to give a happy little gasp as the hand slid below his waistband.
With a giddy smile he resumed the kiss, stroking along the base of one triangular ear before letting his hand drop—
And moaning unceremoniously as Jigano began to grind against him, sending sparks dancing over his skin and the back of his eyelids. He shifted slightly to find his own sweet spot, closing his arm around Jigano's warm waist—too much clothes—as he rocked right back against him, more than half-lost in the sensation. His breaths came in jagged bursts.
He didn't even think about the cold as he let both his hands wander to the hem of Jigano's tunic after a moment, gathering the fabric up in his fists as he began to pull it up. He drew back from the kiss to stare breathlessly into his (friend's? partner's? lover's?) face before trying to tug the garment off over his head.
Because he wanted nothing in between them.
Because he wanted to see, to touch and drink in every detail of the elegant creature he found himself both catching and caught by.
