A Few Self-Indulgent Scenes with Edmund
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illicitresearchWho: Zexion & Edmund Pevensie
Where/When: City of Ariel (Pre-Reboot), A Fussy "Prudish" Tearoom on a Chilly Late Afternoon
Warnings: Foodporn, Footsie, All that underaged sex good stuff that comes from a heavily aphro'd game context.
The end of Zexion's nose was still a fierce shade of pink by the time he finally shed his outer layers and unwound his scarf, and it still felt colder than the rest of his face, prompting the habitual rubbing between service as the tea parlous maids bustled about, shooting disapproving looks and tutting and gaping in wide-eyed disapproval at couples fondling each other beneath the twee tables as if that were actually a scandalous offense.
It was all tongue-in-cheek play, of course, and that in itself was marvelous people-watching entertainment, if not for the spoils of his own present company. Upon Edmund's arrival, he held up his own shrunken cup from its saucer with sly guilt playing at the corners of his mouth, along with a rich brown smear that he licked away with far less sublety than was proper, shrugging.
"I know, I know, skipping tea for drinking chocolate's a right punishable offense by your sensibilities," He surrendered, easing his shoulderblades back against the parlour chair and setting his cup back down. "But alas, it tempted me, I simply couldn't help myself."
The array of sweets seemed unfairly delectable today too, three tiers of crispy, fudgey and chewy, ganache truffles oozing caramel and delicately half-dipped rolled wafers, rich two-bite black forest cakes and other attractive morsels rolled in crushed nuts and candied peel.
Where/When: City of Ariel (Pre-Reboot), A Fussy "Prudish" Tearoom on a Chilly Late Afternoon
Warnings: Foodporn, Footsie, All that underaged sex good stuff that comes from a heavily aphro'd game context.
The end of Zexion's nose was still a fierce shade of pink by the time he finally shed his outer layers and unwound his scarf, and it still felt colder than the rest of his face, prompting the habitual rubbing between service as the tea parlous maids bustled about, shooting disapproving looks and tutting and gaping in wide-eyed disapproval at couples fondling each other beneath the twee tables as if that were actually a scandalous offense.
It was all tongue-in-cheek play, of course, and that in itself was marvelous people-watching entertainment, if not for the spoils of his own present company. Upon Edmund's arrival, he held up his own shrunken cup from its saucer with sly guilt playing at the corners of his mouth, along with a rich brown smear that he licked away with far less sublety than was proper, shrugging.
"I know, I know, skipping tea for drinking chocolate's a right punishable offense by your sensibilities," He surrendered, easing his shoulderblades back against the parlour chair and setting his cup back down. "But alas, it tempted me, I simply couldn't help myself."
The array of sweets seemed unfairly delectable today too, three tiers of crispy, fudgey and chewy, ganache truffles oozing caramel and delicately half-dipped rolled wafers, rich two-bite black forest cakes and other attractive morsels rolled in crushed nuts and candied peel.
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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.