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10.Jul.18, 11:05 AM
T’bia startled slightly at M’dox’s voice, dropping his fork with a clatter and blushing furiously. He’d been miles away, trying not to think about the warmth of M’dox pressed against his side or how the floral scent was making him think of the picnic they’d gone on so recently and how he’d put a flower behind M’dox’s ear and how soft his friend’s hair had been and how much he really wanted to touch it but he couldn’t because they were supposed to be eating, even though T’bia hadn’t actually put food on his fork for at least fifteen minutes before he dropped it.
“Yes,” T’bia breathed, eyes wide, and heart fluttering as he dipped his head slightly to look at M’dox out of the corner of his eye. He tilted his head as prompted by M’dox’s nuzzling and smiled softly as he dropped his gaze, looking down and suddenly shy. The soft kiss to his neck had T’bia releasing a soft little gasp and he shivered, the tremble rippling down his spine and making the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up. T’bia rolled his shoulders, quivering from the sensation. Not wanting M’dox to get the wrong idea – it had felt nice – T’bia reached out blindly and put his hand on M’dox’s thigh, kneading and pawing gently, puffing out little mews of pleasure as M’dox trailed soft kisses over his skin.
It felt so good!
T’bia enjoyed the kisses for what felt like a long time, but also no time, before righting the tilt of his head; T’bia stopped M’dox for a moment, and – in an uncharacteristic display of (luck) grace – T’bia shifted from sitting beside M’dox, to straddling his lap, wriggling close to his friend and wrapping his arms around him. T’bia felt more than he listened to Jycenth’s worry that the seat wouldn’t hold their combined weight, because T’bia was more focused on claiming M’dox’s mouth with his own, burying his fingers in his friend’s wonderfully soft hair.
While T’bia had gleaned some idea of what M’dox liked when they kissed, he was gentle and much more of a giver than a taker. He would show what he wanted – such as stealing M’dox’s lips for a kiss – before handing over control as soon as M’dox participated. It wasn’t even that he didn’t like being the leader, so much as he enjoyed following M’dox’s lead more. He didn’t want to be in control, unless M’dox really wanted him to be.
When the kiss eventually broke for some much-needed air, T’bia rested his forehead against M’dox’s for a moment, before smiling playfully. “You give the best kisses,” he teased, voice light and airy, as if he had any experience with anyone else’s kisses to call upon.
“Yes,” T’bia breathed, eyes wide, and heart fluttering as he dipped his head slightly to look at M’dox out of the corner of his eye. He tilted his head as prompted by M’dox’s nuzzling and smiled softly as he dropped his gaze, looking down and suddenly shy. The soft kiss to his neck had T’bia releasing a soft little gasp and he shivered, the tremble rippling down his spine and making the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up. T’bia rolled his shoulders, quivering from the sensation. Not wanting M’dox to get the wrong idea – it had felt nice – T’bia reached out blindly and put his hand on M’dox’s thigh, kneading and pawing gently, puffing out little mews of pleasure as M’dox trailed soft kisses over his skin.
It felt so good!
T’bia enjoyed the kisses for what felt like a long time, but also no time, before righting the tilt of his head; T’bia stopped M’dox for a moment, and – in an uncharacteristic display of (luck) grace – T’bia shifted from sitting beside M’dox, to straddling his lap, wriggling close to his friend and wrapping his arms around him. T’bia felt more than he listened to Jycenth’s worry that the seat wouldn’t hold their combined weight, because T’bia was more focused on claiming M’dox’s mouth with his own, burying his fingers in his friend’s wonderfully soft hair.
While T’bia had gleaned some idea of what M’dox liked when they kissed, he was gentle and much more of a giver than a taker. He would show what he wanted – such as stealing M’dox’s lips for a kiss – before handing over control as soon as M’dox participated. It wasn’t even that he didn’t like being the leader, so much as he enjoyed following M’dox’s lead more. He didn’t want to be in control, unless M’dox really wanted him to be.
When the kiss eventually broke for some much-needed air, T’bia rested his forehead against M’dox’s for a moment, before smiling playfully. “You give the best kisses,” he teased, voice light and airy, as if he had any experience with anyone else’s kisses to call upon.
