The night was cool around them, but Rory’s body against his was hot and steady, holding him safe and secure in strong arms that he trusted more than any other. There was something deliciously possessive about the way the hunter nipped at his throat, a way of marking him as belonging that appealed to the beast within as well as the man, and Jigano growled soft approval as teeth and fingers both indented his skin.
He breathed his offer, wondering how many words were left between them as their bodies spoke so much more eloquently of what they felt for each other. Rory was hard against him, eager length pressing against his hip, and he wanted to close his hands around it, to no longer wonder what it felt like but to know--
He was in no position to follow through on that burning desire, but Rory was. The muscles of his ass and stomach tightened, hips tilting slowly forward into that initial exploration as his breath stuttered and blue eyes fluttered closed against the sweet electricity that seemed to burn in the wake of gentle fingers on the most sensitive part of his anatomy. His lover rocked against him – rocked with him – and the proud fox cried out, low and sweet, as wandering fingers slid into his loose hair again.
Everything he wanted was here and now, and his grip tightened in Rory’s hair, flexing as the hand that circled him so sweetly drew pleasure from him as deftly as he could draw song from his harp. He gave himself over to it, rocking to the rhythm that his lover set, his breath fast and shallow in the starlight. His free hand reached up for support, for something to brace against, but as his spine arched eagerly into the questing ministrations he let it fall to his side, talon-tipped fingers taut and half-curled in the shadows.
”M-more,” he growled, half begging, half demanding, as Rory’s hand grew slick along his length and began to move more smoothly, heat and pressure coiling in the base of his erection under his lover’s talented coaxing. Gods but he wanted to feel his partner beneath his own hand, joining him in the rising crescendo of stimulation and pleasure, together in every way that mattered. He couldn’t find the words to explain, however, and he was too inexperienced to turn the tables when he was so willingly helpless in the hunter’s hands.
He breathed his offer, wondering how many words were left between them as their bodies spoke so much more eloquently of what they felt for each other. Rory was hard against him, eager length pressing against his hip, and he wanted to close his hands around it, to no longer wonder what it felt like but to know--
He was in no position to follow through on that burning desire, but Rory was. The muscles of his ass and stomach tightened, hips tilting slowly forward into that initial exploration as his breath stuttered and blue eyes fluttered closed against the sweet electricity that seemed to burn in the wake of gentle fingers on the most sensitive part of his anatomy. His lover rocked against him – rocked with him – and the proud fox cried out, low and sweet, as wandering fingers slid into his loose hair again.
Everything he wanted was here and now, and his grip tightened in Rory’s hair, flexing as the hand that circled him so sweetly drew pleasure from him as deftly as he could draw song from his harp. He gave himself over to it, rocking to the rhythm that his lover set, his breath fast and shallow in the starlight. His free hand reached up for support, for something to brace against, but as his spine arched eagerly into the questing ministrations he let it fall to his side, talon-tipped fingers taut and half-curled in the shadows.
”M-more,” he growled, half begging, half demanding, as Rory’s hand grew slick along his length and began to move more smoothly, heat and pressure coiling in the base of his erection under his lover’s talented coaxing. Gods but he wanted to feel his partner beneath his own hand, joining him in the rising crescendo of stimulation and pleasure, together in every way that mattered. He couldn’t find the words to explain, however, and he was too inexperienced to turn the tables when he was so willingly helpless in the hunter’s hands.
