In the confidential darkness of their not-so-very-hidden place, Edmund finds himself secreting a laugh in the hollow below Zexion's ear, amused and pleased at such a description of himself and, in turn, that Zexion should espouse such opinions about their friendship. "Kings don't believe in doing things by halves," he quips with a jaunty wriggle of satisfaction. "A friendly ankle simply wasn't up to snuff today. You are being awfully cozy all round, you know."
Approvingly, he spreads a hand over the warmth-swathed solidity of Zexion's flank, rippled with far more limberness than muscle, and tucks the curve of his elbow around his effusive companion's waist. This was a rare mood of Zexion's, not just cuddly but ripe with affection as well as snark. Edmund saw no harm in taking full advantage of it. Just as, indeed, his other hand had no compunction in making free with the generous pleasures of Zexion's arse.
He must leave off further explorations for the moment, though, if he is to properly enjoy the even rarer delights he'd just been soliciting and that now slid against his lips, under his tongue, the softness of the candy mingling with Zexion's lips, the tiny clack of teeth when he tilts in deeper, the slightly obscene slickness that renders the gelatin a slithering, quivering lump of sweetness between them. The explicit act he remembers from the video streams - snowballing - seems suddenly elevated to an entirely new level of epicurean fetish. Passing semen twixt each other's tongues, congealing into a thick glutinous mess, held little appeal after the sugary suppleness of a Turkish delight.
Eyes closed, Edmund murmurs the most hushed of appreciative moans for the sinful treat, doubled by the forbidden depths of Zexion's mouth. The tip of his tongue laps almost shyly, as though unsure of his due, King or no. He's hungry but ah, he won't be a savage and gobble a whole box of goodies all at once. He licks into the corner of Zexion's mouth, where little crystals of sugar cling, snow-like, practically waiting for him to gather them up. His swipes are so delicate, it takes several of them to collect every grain.
The perfume of the rosewater is beginning to make his head swim a little. Sighing, he leans more heavily against Zexion's body, and his legs find a hip to cradle. The closer contact brings the familiar warmth that closeness always brought in the city limits. He's tempted to overthink this - the true limits of his control, if he can't bear to put aside the pleasures of the flesh for even an hour anymore - but this is simply too delicious to talk himself out of. He'll dwell on the particulars of his weak nature later, as long as Zexion doesn't tease him too much about it now.
In fact, talking is impossible for the moment, when he's doing no more than mouth at the disintegrating edges of the sweetmeat, trying not to be the one to take the first real nibble. Instead, he worries his lips teasingly across the pursed bow of Zexion's, cupping once more with lewd abandon at the underside of one cheek. More touches roam up Zexion's back, this time burrowing under layers to traverse the knobby planes of bare skin over spine. Fortunately for Zexion, Edmund's hands are as warm as ever, no shock of cold against the exposed flesh he finds.
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Date: 2016-12-22 04:01 am (UTC)Approvingly, he spreads a hand over the warmth-swathed solidity of Zexion's flank, rippled with far more limberness than muscle, and tucks the curve of his elbow around his effusive companion's waist. This was a rare mood of Zexion's, not just cuddly but ripe with affection as well as snark. Edmund saw no harm in taking full advantage of it. Just as, indeed, his other hand had no compunction in making free with the generous pleasures of Zexion's arse.
He must leave off further explorations for the moment, though, if he is to properly enjoy the even rarer delights he'd just been soliciting and that now slid against his lips, under his tongue, the softness of the candy mingling with Zexion's lips, the tiny clack of teeth when he tilts in deeper, the slightly obscene slickness that renders the gelatin a slithering, quivering lump of sweetness between them. The explicit act he remembers from the video streams - snowballing - seems suddenly elevated to an entirely new level of epicurean fetish. Passing semen twixt each other's tongues, congealing into a thick glutinous mess, held little appeal after the sugary suppleness of a Turkish delight.
Eyes closed, Edmund murmurs the most hushed of appreciative moans for the sinful treat, doubled by the forbidden depths of Zexion's mouth. The tip of his tongue laps almost shyly, as though unsure of his due, King or no. He's hungry but ah, he won't be a savage and gobble a whole box of goodies all at once. He licks into the corner of Zexion's mouth, where little crystals of sugar cling, snow-like, practically waiting for him to gather them up. His swipes are so delicate, it takes several of them to collect every grain.
The perfume of the rosewater is beginning to make his head swim a little. Sighing, he leans more heavily against Zexion's body, and his legs find a hip to cradle. The closer contact brings the familiar warmth that closeness always brought in the city limits. He's tempted to overthink this - the true limits of his control, if he can't bear to put aside the pleasures of the flesh for even an hour anymore - but this is simply too delicious to talk himself out of. He'll dwell on the particulars of his weak nature later, as long as Zexion doesn't tease him too much about it now.
In fact, talking is impossible for the moment, when he's doing no more than mouth at the disintegrating edges of the sweetmeat, trying not to be the one to take the first real nibble. Instead, he worries his lips teasingly across the pursed bow of Zexion's, cupping once more with lewd abandon at the underside of one cheek. More touches roam up Zexion's back, this time burrowing under layers to traverse the knobby planes of bare skin over spine. Fortunately for Zexion, Edmund's hands are as warm as ever, no shock of cold against the exposed flesh he finds.