He groaned into the skin that still tasted of sunlight and sweat, unconsciously rocking his hips against Jigano as the pressure in him mounted again; each breath over his ear sent shivers coursing through him, dangerous and delicious as he felt Jigano's pulse under his palm. He wanted to lose himself in the arms wrapped around him, his yearning strong and hot again, but somehow he pulled himself together, just a little, his husky whisper rewarded with another moan. Pleased, he smiled, hungry and sharp.
Though he was less pleased with the distance between them, the cool night swirling in and touching his skin with teasing hands, cooling off the thin layer of sweat. His breath shuddered in his chest as he stared into Jigano's eyes, wanting and defiant of this space between them, his hands on his lover's hips. Thumbs, rough from years of hard work, stroked the smooth skin as he waited, trembling and tense.
The kiss did nothing to soothe his aching need—a keening growl passed from his lips even as he kissed him back, running his fingers lightly over golden flanks, tracing his shoulder blades and teasing over his neck. He wanted to pull him close again, to run his hands properly over every inch of him, to memorize the way his body moved beneath his hands and his mouth, kiss the inside of his thigh in a path towards the center—
He wanted to do things just to feel Jigano's reactions, to learn what he could do to him, with him, until he was well and truly his; a possessiveness he usually left at the door, but this, this was different, and that was why he took a second to simply breathe when Jigano stepped back.
Rory had been naked in front of lots of people before. It didn't bother him. It didn't matter, because they had been a handful of liaisons, a couple of nights of shared warmth and pleasure, and then nothing. Just enjoyable things that were never expected to lead anywhere, or last beyond a few moments.
But this was Jigano. This was something else entirely and for a moment even his desire-addled brain found itself confused on how to move forward when he wasn't holding on to anything anymore. Rory didn't possess the skill to dance out of his pants, and he found himself oddly self-conscious about it as his lips finally remembered the shape of a wry and wanting grin.
He was just himself: he let his dark eyes roam Jigano's body now that they were a little apart, shameless, fingers undoing his belt even as he pinned the heels of his boots under the toe of his other foot and stepped out of them. Perhaps he was tempered by the self-conscious pose of his partner, for he curbed the wicked desire to remain half-clothed as he conducted his study, shimmying out of his pants without flourish and stepping away from them to stand naked and breathless in the dark.
He pulled in air through his parted lips, hissing at the cold slap of it in his lungs, and reached out through the darkness to grab Jigano's hands. His mouth quirked into a small, crooked smile as he tried to unwrap his arms and hold them out, to let both the air and Rory's eyes close to his skin. Don't be afraid he wanted to whisper, though he didn't think it was fear that closed-off posture expressed, but something else, something he couldn't put a name on but thought that he, too, felt in that moment. He felt oddly vulnerable, and—still holding on to one hand—stepped around until he was slightly behind Jigano. Much as he still yearned he felt a little stunned, as if the footing had been torn out from under him and he didn't quite know how to catch himself. As if he needed a moment to just catch his breath and get his bearings.
So he wrapped his arms around Jigano from where he stood slightly to the side and behind, holding him close; there was contact in the press of his hip against Jigano's butt cheek, and though his desire was still obvious, it lacked urgency in that moment. As he nestled his head on a warm shoulder he thought that he just needed a moment to let his mind catch up, to understand that this was real. "You're beautiful," he whispered into the neck he kissed, one hand flat on Jigano's chest as the other began to roam lower, fingers drifting over his thigh, stroking the smooth skin on the inside of it.
Though he was less pleased with the distance between them, the cool night swirling in and touching his skin with teasing hands, cooling off the thin layer of sweat. His breath shuddered in his chest as he stared into Jigano's eyes, wanting and defiant of this space between them, his hands on his lover's hips. Thumbs, rough from years of hard work, stroked the smooth skin as he waited, trembling and tense.
The kiss did nothing to soothe his aching need—a keening growl passed from his lips even as he kissed him back, running his fingers lightly over golden flanks, tracing his shoulder blades and teasing over his neck. He wanted to pull him close again, to run his hands properly over every inch of him, to memorize the way his body moved beneath his hands and his mouth, kiss the inside of his thigh in a path towards the center—
He wanted to do things just to feel Jigano's reactions, to learn what he could do to him, with him, until he was well and truly his; a possessiveness he usually left at the door, but this, this was different, and that was why he took a second to simply breathe when Jigano stepped back.
Rory had been naked in front of lots of people before. It didn't bother him. It didn't matter, because they had been a handful of liaisons, a couple of nights of shared warmth and pleasure, and then nothing. Just enjoyable things that were never expected to lead anywhere, or last beyond a few moments.
But this was Jigano. This was something else entirely and for a moment even his desire-addled brain found itself confused on how to move forward when he wasn't holding on to anything anymore. Rory didn't possess the skill to dance out of his pants, and he found himself oddly self-conscious about it as his lips finally remembered the shape of a wry and wanting grin.
He was just himself: he let his dark eyes roam Jigano's body now that they were a little apart, shameless, fingers undoing his belt even as he pinned the heels of his boots under the toe of his other foot and stepped out of them. Perhaps he was tempered by the self-conscious pose of his partner, for he curbed the wicked desire to remain half-clothed as he conducted his study, shimmying out of his pants without flourish and stepping away from them to stand naked and breathless in the dark.
He pulled in air through his parted lips, hissing at the cold slap of it in his lungs, and reached out through the darkness to grab Jigano's hands. His mouth quirked into a small, crooked smile as he tried to unwrap his arms and hold them out, to let both the air and Rory's eyes close to his skin. Don't be afraid he wanted to whisper, though he didn't think it was fear that closed-off posture expressed, but something else, something he couldn't put a name on but thought that he, too, felt in that moment. He felt oddly vulnerable, and—still holding on to one hand—stepped around until he was slightly behind Jigano. Much as he still yearned he felt a little stunned, as if the footing had been torn out from under him and he didn't quite know how to catch himself. As if he needed a moment to just catch his breath and get his bearings.
So he wrapped his arms around Jigano from where he stood slightly to the side and behind, holding him close; there was contact in the press of his hip against Jigano's butt cheek, and though his desire was still obvious, it lacked urgency in that moment. As he nestled his head on a warm shoulder he thought that he just needed a moment to let his mind catch up, to understand that this was real. "You're beautiful," he whispered into the neck he kissed, one hand flat on Jigano's chest as the other began to roam lower, fingers drifting over his thigh, stroking the smooth skin on the inside of it.
