Ariel makes it easy to not scrutinize too hard the fine line between lust, longing, affection, and anything else that might be making their hearts beat faster and their skin flush with bracing warmth. As long as he's got Zexion's undivided attention, that fervent embrace of arms and legs and lips keeping him grounded and wanted, Edmund finds nothing whatsoever lacking in his dear chum's feelings on the matter.
There's the familiar snifffles and fidgets that are surely prelude to a breaking-off, eventually, sooner or later whenever the communion of lips becomes too much for Zexion to bear. And yet, yet...there's Zexion's mouth making even freer with his own, suckling like a greedy babe wholly free of shame, as Edmund's pressed backwards and into the cool solidity of the window pane. He blinks in surprise, and then in a covetous return of grasping caresses, his mouth turned up and parting to better admit Zexion's astonishing display of eagerness for kissing.
There's not even the paltry excuse of a treat to share anymore, once the candy is thrust between his lips and begins to melt entirely into a gooey puddle on his tongue. Their mouths meet simply to meet, mingling unabashedly. Oh...and the knee against his hip crease sends his pulse spiking in delighted rampage, all too happy to interpret the signal of something less fleeting than mere kisses. The half-erection he'd been nursing ever since the wet kittenish touch of Zexion's tongue burgeoned into full-blown stiffness at the promise of some enthusiastic grinding.
He's diverted, all right.
Basking in the furious pursuit seems the only proper thing to do, along with (of course) a very polite and fitting return of solicitous attentions. Edmund drags the shimmying hips against his own and twists slightly so that Zexion's knee is between his thighs, and his own leg is perfectly positioned to nuzzle into the groove of Zexion's where leggings and long outer layers cannot quite hide the tempting bulge-shape beneath. He presses a thigh to the bunched fabric. Let Zexion have some reward for the excitement of being pinned against a window and snogged like they'd just discovered how to.
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Date: 2016-12-23 06:27 am (UTC)There's the familiar snifffles and fidgets that are surely prelude to a breaking-off, eventually, sooner or later whenever the communion of lips becomes too much for Zexion to bear. And yet, yet...there's Zexion's mouth making even freer with his own, suckling like a greedy babe wholly free of shame, as Edmund's pressed backwards and into the cool solidity of the window pane. He blinks in surprise, and then in a covetous return of grasping caresses, his mouth turned up and parting to better admit Zexion's astonishing display of eagerness for kissing.
There's not even the paltry excuse of a treat to share anymore, once the candy is thrust between his lips and begins to melt entirely into a gooey puddle on his tongue. Their mouths meet simply to meet, mingling unabashedly. Oh...and the knee against his hip crease sends his pulse spiking in delighted rampage, all too happy to interpret the signal of something less fleeting than mere kisses. The half-erection he'd been nursing ever since the wet kittenish touch of Zexion's tongue burgeoned into full-blown stiffness at the promise of some enthusiastic grinding.
He's diverted, all right.
Basking in the furious pursuit seems the only proper thing to do, along with (of course) a very polite and fitting return of solicitous attentions. Edmund drags the shimmying hips against his own and twists slightly so that Zexion's knee is between his thighs, and his own leg is perfectly positioned to nuzzle into the groove of Zexion's where leggings and long outer layers cannot quite hide the tempting bulge-shape beneath. He presses a thigh to the bunched fabric. Let Zexion have some reward for the excitement of being pinned against a window and snogged like they'd just discovered how to.