AU #666: A TINGE OF DOUBT CROSSES MY MIND

[halfcocked]

[sprawled on Hakuren's bed with his laptop, dicking around on Google again; without preamble, begins to read in an attempt at a silky voice:]


I dream'd this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way
Enthralled my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv'lits were--


--her what? This one sucks! Lemme find a better one. Her waste!?

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[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[curls his fingers in Hakuren's hair, tugging a little, and bites back, kissing hard]

Mmhmmm . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[pulls back just a little, breathless]

... What do you want?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm--huh? [blinks hazily]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[kneading at the back of Devit's neck gently]

I said, what do you want?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[squirms again, a slow, languid wriggle]

Mm, uh, whatever you wanna do . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

A little direction doesn't hurt ...

[leans to nip at Devit's jaw, considering]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head back with a quiet moan]

Just touch me, however you want . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'm not as creative as you ...

[ducks further, dragging his lips against the pulse, before nipping sharply]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[arches a bit and slides his hands down to knead at Hakuren's back, licking his lips]

W-well . . . 's good . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

Don't say that until afterwards.

[nips again, then shifts lower to press his lips to the Kor scar]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[loosely wraps his legs around Hakuren and squirms some more, making low, encouraging noises]

It's always good, mmmm . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[traces it briefly with his tongue] It feels more like trial and error, still ...

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[leans up a bit to look down at him]

I don't mind, though, I mean . . . that's what I do.

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[leaning his forehead against Devit's chest, not looking up]

[mumbles something that suspiciously sounds like "practice"]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[runs his hands soothingly through Hakuren's hair]

You can practice on me all you want, baby, I like it~

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[sob, you can probably feel his face heating up at that, and just -- thumps his forehead against Devit's chest again]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[combs his hands through the hair, undoing the ponytail]

Just uh, just do what you want!

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[mumbles and kisses the scar again, running a hand up and down Devit's side nervously]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[murmurs encouragingly and presses into that, playing with Hakuren's hair; very relaxed]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[ONLY KIND OF REALLY OBVIOUSLY NERVOUS, running a hand down Devit's chest before pressing a very fast, very light kiss over a nipple]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[breathes deeply, a little shakily, and massages at Hakuren's scalp]

Mm-hmmm, it's good . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[trying it again, then, lingering a bit more this time, with a hand on Devit's hip for balance]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

T-that's nice . . . Hakuren . . .

[kneading rhythmically]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[a little bolder now, since things seem to be going well -- dragging his tongue over the nipple, murmuring a little]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[gasps a little, arching into that, tongue is very good] Ooooh . . .