(( but it's true! gavi's never nervous like this with clients at work. admittedly, most of them also don't sit there and grind against him either, but is that really the point? whatever the point is, it's lost to ash moving against him, leaning in so close... gavi even tilts his head back slightly, ready for a kiss that doesn't come.
words, more words. words gavi has to clear his mind to focus on making sense of.
prying his eyes open, gavi gazes up at ash, cheeks flushed and eyes already blown out. hungry, one might say. his fingers flex and loosen in ash's hair and he whimpers so quietly. ))
I am. ( at least he's honest, even if the wicked glint in his eye betrays his motivations. ) But you make the sweetest little sounds.
( and ash leans down to press his lips against gavi's again, kisses slow, purposeful, tongue tracing over his lip before sliding against the other boy's. one hand planted on the mattress to hold himself up, the other goes to gavi's hair, petting through his bleached strands as his hips move in measured circles against his lap.
there's a breath of a laugh against his mouth before ash unbuttons the rest of his shirt, tugging it off of his shoulders and tossing it carelessly to the floor. ) C'mon, ( he murmurs, corners of his mouth turned up into a devious smile. ) I wanna see more of you.
(( he manages a vague pout in the time before ash meets his lips for that deliberate and oh-so-wanted kiss. gavi arches up to meet him, to press closer, to taste and feel more, more, more. even if only briefly. when there's space between them again, gavi sags back against the bed, blinking up in a daze.
but something sharper comes to his eyes the moment ash tosses his shirt aside. he barely has to wait for ash to speak again to start on his own clothes. the glove, gone. fingers tugging impatiently at the belt around his own waist. buttons of the jacket next. he lifts off the bed just enough to wiggle out of it, eyes fixed on ash all the while. then, with a deliberate swipe of his tongue across his lips: ))
( is this enough? gavi asks with that peek of tongue over his kiss-swollen lips, after gazing at him so purposefully while removing one article of clothing after another. ash understands why gavi does what he does โ because he's good at it. a confidence but a sincere earnestness, too. ash's gums practically ache as he looks down at all of gavi's newly exposed skin, licking over his teeth habitually. humans are considered the victims of vampires, but looking at gavi beneath him with his flushed cheeks and quickening heartbeat that ash realizes he can hear, he feels like the prey.
he sighs softly, unbuckling his belt and tugging it off since it's starting to dig into his belly, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants but letting them sit on his hips still โ just for a little bit of relief. palms trace up gavi's torso, up over his chest and back down again, exploring, before he decides to answer. )
I'm trying to decide if it's worse to lie and say yes or tell you that no, it's not enough.
(( his eyes drift to ash's hands, watching each movement, ever habitual flick of his fingers to get the belt off and his pants undone. it's enough to make him breathless all over again. that intense gaze falls away when ash puts his hands on him. a soft puff of breath slips from those kiss-bruised lips and his lashes flutter until they rest on his pinked cheeks.
he arches up subtly into those exploring hands. gavi catches his lower lip in his teeth, a quiet, needy little sound escaping him. and when he opens his eyes again to peer up at ash, he decides to make this an easier decision. ))
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
words, more words. words gavi has to clear his mind to focus on making sense of.
prying his eyes open, gavi gazes up at ash, cheeks flushed and eyes already blown out. hungry, one might say. his fingers flex and loosen in ash's hair and he whimpers so quietly. ))
You're teasing me.
no subject
( and ash leans down to press his lips against gavi's again, kisses slow, purposeful, tongue tracing over his lip before sliding against the other boy's. one hand planted on the mattress to hold himself up, the other goes to gavi's hair, petting through his bleached strands as his hips move in measured circles against his lap.
there's a breath of a laugh against his mouth before ash unbuttons the rest of his shirt, tugging it off of his shoulders and tossing it carelessly to the floor. ) C'mon, ( he murmurs, corners of his mouth turned up into a devious smile. ) I wanna see more of you.
no subject
but something sharper comes to his eyes the moment ash tosses his shirt aside. he barely has to wait for ash to speak again to start on his own clothes. the glove, gone. fingers tugging impatiently at the belt around his own waist. buttons of the jacket next. he lifts off the bed just enough to wiggle out of it, eyes fixed on ash all the while. then, with a deliberate swipe of his tongue across his lips: ))
Is this enough?
(( for now. ))
no subject
he sighs softly, unbuckling his belt and tugging it off since it's starting to dig into his belly, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants but letting them sit on his hips still โ just for a little bit of relief. palms trace up gavi's torso, up over his chest and back down again, exploring, before he decides to answer. )
I'm trying to decide if it's worse to lie and say yes or tell you that no, it's not enough.
( oh, his difficult life. )
no subject
he arches up subtly into those exploring hands. gavi catches his lower lip in his teeth, a quiet, needy little sound escaping him. and when he opens his eyes again to peer up at ash, he decides to make this an easier decision. ))
It's not enough for me.