He was barely thinking anymore, reduced to the frenzied need to claw his way closer and closer, through fabric and skin and flesh—
He wanted to be even closer than his hands on Jigano's skin, closer than the hand on his ass; close enough to find some way to convey the senseless, burning need in him. He wanted to growl and rip their clothes to shreds, fell them to the forest floor and just .. something, anything, until they were both screaming. He wanted to push them to the edge and stay there forever just as much as he wanted the release.
But he didn't rip into Jigano's tunic, just tugged it up, momentarily foiled by the fox's slowness at complying. A mindless growl rumbled in the back of his throat, not soothed by the hand stroking his cheek or the eyes mirroring his own; his tongue struggled to form the words take it off (a terse command), but in the end, he didn't need to remember how to use words, for Jigano ducked out of the tunic and Rory pulled it over his head with a certain lack of care. It was a nice tunic but it was in the way and it needed to go.
And there he was, in almost all his glory, bathed in the silver light.
Rory found the cool air held in his lungs, like storm clouds clearing for a moment, his mind settling in the confines of his skull again. He still quivered like an animal, reaching out with one hand to trace the muscular planes of Jigano's chest, chasing the scars from the wolf bite and the bruises from the Spire with both fingers and eyes.
Hands fumbled between them and with his newly reclaimed capacity to think (just a little) he rocked back, reaching up to cup Jigano's warm, blushing face in his hands. He was dying to feel his touch again, to feel it everywhere, but he found his interest thoroughly captured by what was being offered.
"All of it," he whispered huskily, his eyes hungry, his mouth smiling a dark challenge; they were tossing control and vulnerability back and forth between them, and it was exhilarating, leaving him breathless. He leaned in to offer an encouraging kiss before withdrawing a single step, his pulse roaring with anticipation in his ears.
He wanted to be even closer than his hands on Jigano's skin, closer than the hand on his ass; close enough to find some way to convey the senseless, burning need in him. He wanted to growl and rip their clothes to shreds, fell them to the forest floor and just .. something, anything, until they were both screaming. He wanted to push them to the edge and stay there forever just as much as he wanted the release.
But he didn't rip into Jigano's tunic, just tugged it up, momentarily foiled by the fox's slowness at complying. A mindless growl rumbled in the back of his throat, not soothed by the hand stroking his cheek or the eyes mirroring his own; his tongue struggled to form the words take it off (a terse command), but in the end, he didn't need to remember how to use words, for Jigano ducked out of the tunic and Rory pulled it over his head with a certain lack of care. It was a nice tunic but it was in the way and it needed to go.
And there he was, in almost all his glory, bathed in the silver light.
Rory found the cool air held in his lungs, like storm clouds clearing for a moment, his mind settling in the confines of his skull again. He still quivered like an animal, reaching out with one hand to trace the muscular planes of Jigano's chest, chasing the scars from the wolf bite and the bruises from the Spire with both fingers and eyes.
Hands fumbled between them and with his newly reclaimed capacity to think (just a little) he rocked back, reaching up to cup Jigano's warm, blushing face in his hands. He was dying to feel his touch again, to feel it everywhere, but he found his interest thoroughly captured by what was being offered.
"All of it," he whispered huskily, his eyes hungry, his mouth smiling a dark challenge; they were tossing control and vulnerability back and forth between them, and it was exhilarating, leaving him breathless. He leaned in to offer an encouraging kiss before withdrawing a single step, his pulse roaring with anticipation in his ears.
