For a moment there was a brief struggle, a call for dominance, but it was quickly silenced. A gentle touch, a caress of lips that had quiet simply locked the man below him. For his old friend had now surrendered himself, his mind blank for all but the thought of getting closer. It seemed a dream, for here Corneliun was the dashing rogue, a man that should indeed belong within a romantic novel designed to lead the fine virtuous hearts astray. But no, here he was instead, with all his dominance and charm and his pure adoration being poured out across the sand.
He felt Valo reach for him, a lustful craving for more. He withdrew for a moment, leaving the artist’s lips trembling. A beg of the breeze that made him look so vulnerable, and it was something that Corneliun could not help but feel he had to tend to them. At his own pace of course, for he was the one who held the hands back, who now cause the quivering artist to simply want all. His hold loosened around his wrists, tracing down his slender arm, his lips running across those cheeks, before meeting his once more. A brief torment, followed by a deep resounding satisfaction.
He lead them both forward, his hands now being planted firmly on the cool sand. It was the neediness of the artist that kept him there, to be a shelter against those invisible eyes that surrounded them. Of the stars that stared down upon them and the breeze of the ocean. Yet ignoring the slowly registering thoughts of what was going on, Corneliun continued, a pure desire to simply dive deep within into the darkness of their passion and not rise from it. For Valo was his to use in any manner he desired.
So gently he pulled away, those golden honey eyes staring softly upon the artist, his artist. And below him he left the parted lips of the man, a fragile being who had become wrapped up within his arms. His lip curled and calm enveloped the rogue as for a moment he simply hovered above, a warm hand tracing the ivory features. Divine was the brief thought that flickered through the mind of the mixed blood, a fragile rose that could be crushed in a simple movement. And it was because of this that he felt himself being calm and soothing, instead of a man surrendering himself to an instinctual and uncontrollable nature.
His hand slipped behind Valo’s head; bring it up to him, the artist’s cool head resting against the fiery one of the rogue. He held him there, a gentle breathing filling the silence before he gave a gentle kiss upon the forehead of the artist. Cruel perhaps, that he could hold back pleasure and desires whilst drunk, but it was because of this that he held himself back. To be influenced by alcohol over something of such a sensitive nature would provide only hurt. So with that gentle, yet roguish smile he pulled away, leaving Valo once more in the darkness and craving for him and him alone.
Slowly the rogue sat himself up, inhaling deeply before pulling off his coat and throwing it over Valo. A simple gesture of a gentleman, as he pulled it around the form of the artist.
“You’ll get cold,” he said with such simplicity before a final kiss came from him.
And here in the gloom the eyes of the mixed blood sparkled, that ever alluring smile coming from his lips, a hand cupping the face of his good friend. And after a moment of silence as his thoughts began to gather and clear through the alcohol he spoke once more, a smooth voice escaping his lips.
“Let’s go home Valo.”
He felt Valo reach for him, a lustful craving for more. He withdrew for a moment, leaving the artist’s lips trembling. A beg of the breeze that made him look so vulnerable, and it was something that Corneliun could not help but feel he had to tend to them. At his own pace of course, for he was the one who held the hands back, who now cause the quivering artist to simply want all. His hold loosened around his wrists, tracing down his slender arm, his lips running across those cheeks, before meeting his once more. A brief torment, followed by a deep resounding satisfaction.
He lead them both forward, his hands now being planted firmly on the cool sand. It was the neediness of the artist that kept him there, to be a shelter against those invisible eyes that surrounded them. Of the stars that stared down upon them and the breeze of the ocean. Yet ignoring the slowly registering thoughts of what was going on, Corneliun continued, a pure desire to simply dive deep within into the darkness of their passion and not rise from it. For Valo was his to use in any manner he desired.
So gently he pulled away, those golden honey eyes staring softly upon the artist, his artist. And below him he left the parted lips of the man, a fragile being who had become wrapped up within his arms. His lip curled and calm enveloped the rogue as for a moment he simply hovered above, a warm hand tracing the ivory features. Divine was the brief thought that flickered through the mind of the mixed blood, a fragile rose that could be crushed in a simple movement. And it was because of this that he felt himself being calm and soothing, instead of a man surrendering himself to an instinctual and uncontrollable nature.
His hand slipped behind Valo’s head; bring it up to him, the artist’s cool head resting against the fiery one of the rogue. He held him there, a gentle breathing filling the silence before he gave a gentle kiss upon the forehead of the artist. Cruel perhaps, that he could hold back pleasure and desires whilst drunk, but it was because of this that he held himself back. To be influenced by alcohol over something of such a sensitive nature would provide only hurt. So with that gentle, yet roguish smile he pulled away, leaving Valo once more in the darkness and craving for him and him alone.
Slowly the rogue sat himself up, inhaling deeply before pulling off his coat and throwing it over Valo. A simple gesture of a gentleman, as he pulled it around the form of the artist.
“You’ll get cold,” he said with such simplicity before a final kiss came from him.
And here in the gloom the eyes of the mixed blood sparkled, that ever alluring smile coming from his lips, a hand cupping the face of his good friend. And after a moment of silence as his thoughts began to gather and clear through the alcohol he spoke once more, a smooth voice escaping his lips.
“Let’s go home Valo.”
