23.Feb.12, 12:13 PM
Valerian wasn’t quite sure what he wanted in that moment when lips met and Erisi’s offer had been made and realized. The first thing his mind came up with was that he was kissing one of his closest friends in the strange new world they had been swept to with the very obvious fact that said friend was male coming in as a close second. The third thought that came a fair bit after the first two was the one that encouraged him in the decision of accept the offering and counter or deny and run. It didn’t matter that Erisi was a man; the kiss felt good. His limited experience with women chimed in and the inevitable comparisons between the two sexes when it came to kissing sprang into action. He couldn’t remember the name of the pretty girl that he had finally given into the advances of but he could recall she had a talented mouth and Erisi was now proving he wasn’t so bad either. If his mind wasn’t currently working on staying active and alert while it sorted through the desires his friend created, Valerian was certain he would have silently chuckled to himself at Erisi reacting to hearing he ‘wasn’t so bad’ at working with his mouth.
Once the realization that he still hadn’t responded favourably, Valerian smirked, pulling back just enough to break contact and reply with a short, “okay,” whether it made any sense or not, he didn’t care. They were both men of words and knew how to wield them as weapons but they both seemed to have lost their eloquent touch since the question was asked. Valerian didn’t care as he decided to put his mouth to better use and kiss his friend back, giving as good as he was given. He had initially matched the intensity deciding that seemed reasonable but the longer they held contact, the more intrigued Valerian became, finding it was rather enjoyable to make out with a friend. It was comfortable, even, finding there wasn’t a pressure to hold back or keep up but to simply explore and have fun in the moment.
But to what he assumed would be Erisi’s surprise, Valerian did push the kiss on, craving more, as his hand suddenly proved as it found its way to his friend’s shirt, bunching material within his fist. If Erisi didn’t catch on to the rising interest in their make out time than he was a sharding dimglow and Valerian wasn’t sure he’d want to continue treating that level of intelligence with such an oral treatment when another more effective one could tear into the man.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Once the realization that he still hadn’t responded favourably, Valerian smirked, pulling back just enough to break contact and reply with a short, “okay,” whether it made any sense or not, he didn’t care. They were both men of words and knew how to wield them as weapons but they both seemed to have lost their eloquent touch since the question was asked. Valerian didn’t care as he decided to put his mouth to better use and kiss his friend back, giving as good as he was given. He had initially matched the intensity deciding that seemed reasonable but the longer they held contact, the more intrigued Valerian became, finding it was rather enjoyable to make out with a friend. It was comfortable, even, finding there wasn’t a pressure to hold back or keep up but to simply explore and have fun in the moment.
But to what he assumed would be Erisi’s surprise, Valerian did push the kiss on, craving more, as his hand suddenly proved as it found its way to his friend’s shirt, bunching material within his fist. If Erisi didn’t catch on to the rising interest in their make out time than he was a sharding dimglow and Valerian wasn’t sure he’d want to continue treating that level of intelligence with such an oral treatment when another more effective one could tear into the man.
TO BE CONTINUED...