Jigano was warm in his arms. Wild and alive, his heart hammering beneath Rory's palm; loud, like a storm, if he rested his ear against his neck. Precious and beautiful. Eager and wanting. In that lull he felt humbled by the creature trapped in his embrace, mystified and awed.
With a groan he buried his face into Jigano's shoulder, arms momentarily tensing around him. He almost wished for the wildfire to start in him again, for the brainless, primal desire to overwhelm him and direct him—but all he felt was that peculiar stillness, and only a distant echo of the need still running hot and rampant in his blood.
It was like finding himself with the bard unclothed in his arms was all he had wanted, and now that he finally had him, he felt afraid of ruining it somehow.
A hand covered his, warm; long fingers found the messy mane of his hair, unconstrained by the braids. The breath hitched in his chest, a sharp inhalation between his teeth and Jigano's skin, and he pressed himself closer. More he wanted to say, but instead he found himself giving yet another little bite, his fingers digging into Jigano's thigh as he shuddered against him.
All he needed—all he wanted—was hands upon himself, and having them tangled in his hair was good enough. And Jigano's face brushing against his, his hips pressing back into him, was all the encouragement he needed.
But he got even more: the words delivered on a shaking breath. He found his response in action, not words, his hand following the inside of Jigano's thigh all the way up. He handled him delicately for a moment, responding to the wordless begging of the body grinding into his by rocking into the motion, groaning at the sweet sensation. Excitement of a kind he had not felt in forever sang in his blood, urging him on; Jigano had said that he was his for the asking, but Rory, wanting to bite down on his shoulder and never let go, felt more like taking. So his free hand moved up, along Jigano's throat, his cheek, back into his white hair; panting into his shoulder as he rolled his hips against him Rory let his questing hand close around Jigano's erection. A thrill traveled up his arm and to his wildly pounding heart as he began to explore what Jigano liked, letting his lover's breath and body guide his hand.
With a groan he buried his face into Jigano's shoulder, arms momentarily tensing around him. He almost wished for the wildfire to start in him again, for the brainless, primal desire to overwhelm him and direct him—but all he felt was that peculiar stillness, and only a distant echo of the need still running hot and rampant in his blood.
It was like finding himself with the bard unclothed in his arms was all he had wanted, and now that he finally had him, he felt afraid of ruining it somehow.
A hand covered his, warm; long fingers found the messy mane of his hair, unconstrained by the braids. The breath hitched in his chest, a sharp inhalation between his teeth and Jigano's skin, and he pressed himself closer. More he wanted to say, but instead he found himself giving yet another little bite, his fingers digging into Jigano's thigh as he shuddered against him.
All he needed—all he wanted—was hands upon himself, and having them tangled in his hair was good enough. And Jigano's face brushing against his, his hips pressing back into him, was all the encouragement he needed.
But he got even more: the words delivered on a shaking breath. He found his response in action, not words, his hand following the inside of Jigano's thigh all the way up. He handled him delicately for a moment, responding to the wordless begging of the body grinding into his by rocking into the motion, groaning at the sweet sensation. Excitement of a kind he had not felt in forever sang in his blood, urging him on; Jigano had said that he was his for the asking, but Rory, wanting to bite down on his shoulder and never let go, felt more like taking. So his free hand moved up, along Jigano's throat, his cheek, back into his white hair; panting into his shoulder as he rolled his hips against him Rory let his questing hand close around Jigano's erection. A thrill traveled up his arm and to his wildly pounding heart as he began to explore what Jigano liked, letting his lover's breath and body guide his hand.
