"Gladly," Edmund hushed, grinning, body melting into the accommodating litheness of his mate's, intriguing planes of softness and hardness welcoming his own teenage angularity. He was secretly pleased at luring his fastidious chum back to their lurid hidey-hole, for Zexion could conceivably have dismissed the invitation as the height of gauche ham-handedness and simply let him linger in the meeting-place alone and expectant until he was forced to slink back, defeat admitted, tail between his legs to their tea-table of propriety.
Happily, they get to revel in the fruits of their philandering amid the folds of red velvet that swathe their illicit rendezvous, thanks to Zexion's cooperation with the plan. Edmund was more than willing to play along with the appearance of coyness, in pursuit of even more fun with his bandying bedmate. "Mm, yes, just so." He pressed his lips to the exposed curve of cheek, turned as if by magic for the canvassing of his mouth. "Merely another dessert to enjoy...or maybe I enjoy melting you like chocolate under my tongue, lapping at you until you soften and ply for me, spreading liquidy and salty-sweet." h Obscene words for the most proper establishment in Ariel... He ghosted across the corner of Zexion's lips. Gods, but he wanted it. "That's how I picture your mouth. Hot, tender, tempered-smooth..." He was tempted, most sorely, his palate whetted by those slow-savoured delectables while Zexion teased at kisses they couldn't have at their buttoned-up dining-place.
"Worthy? I?" He laughed, a soft breathy thing against Zexion's chin. "What have I done to deserve fulfillment of my desires, besides gorge myself on sweeties?" A furtive snuggle to feel the homespun fleece of Zexion's jumper against his own warm woolens, though the crisp cotton beneath it made his own layers less cozy. How lovely it would be to simply drape himself in velvet and knits against the smoothness of Zexion's bare skin, rub and rub until he surfeited in softness...
"Mm, but you're right, the Pearl can't serve me anything near this," and his hand found a palmful of buttock to cup and weigh judiciously, the Just indeed, Zexion's arse never finding lacking in his estimation. He whispered to the shadows of his companion's mouth. "Shall we taste together?" His other hand stole into a pocket, to bring out a slightly squashed but still quite plump bit of Turkish delight, which found its way to the part of Zexion's lips, pressed between them like the softest of phallus-heads.
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Date: 2016-12-16 04:19 am (UTC)Happily, they get to revel in the fruits of their philandering amid the folds of red velvet that swathe their illicit rendezvous, thanks to Zexion's cooperation with the plan. Edmund was more than willing to play along with the appearance of coyness, in pursuit of even more fun with his bandying bedmate. "Mm, yes, just so." He pressed his lips to the exposed curve of cheek, turned as if by magic for the canvassing of his mouth. "Merely another dessert to enjoy...or maybe I enjoy melting you like chocolate under my tongue, lapping at you until you soften and ply for me, spreading liquidy and salty-sweet."
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Obscene words for the most proper establishment in Ariel... He ghosted across the corner of Zexion's lips. Gods, but he wanted it. "That's how I picture your mouth. Hot, tender, tempered-smooth..." He was tempted, most sorely, his palate whetted by those slow-savoured delectables while Zexion teased at kisses they couldn't have at their buttoned-up dining-place.
"Worthy? I?" He laughed, a soft breathy thing against Zexion's chin. "What have I done to deserve fulfillment of my desires, besides gorge myself on sweeties?" A furtive snuggle to feel the homespun fleece of Zexion's jumper against his own warm woolens, though the crisp cotton beneath it made his own layers less cozy. How lovely it would be to simply drape himself in velvet and knits against the smoothness of Zexion's bare skin, rub and rub until he surfeited in softness...
"Mm, but you're right, the Pearl can't serve me anything near this," and his hand found a palmful of buttock to cup and weigh judiciously, the Just indeed, Zexion's arse never finding lacking in his estimation. He whispered to the shadows of his companion's mouth. "Shall we taste together?" His other hand stole into a pocket, to bring out a slightly squashed but still quite plump bit of Turkish delight, which found its way to the part of Zexion's lips, pressed between them like the softest of phallus-heads.