oh what tangled webs we weave
Lachlan!
11-04-2020, 07:42 PM
Forgotten was the party happening a couple hundred yards away. It was entirely possible a passerby might see them, but given the locale and well, the list of other things occupying Tyrian's mind, he was all but guaranteed not to think too much about anyone who happened to stumble close enough to be noticed. More than likely the pair would simply disappear into the background as the other party goers went about their own affairs.
Little by little, touch by touch Lachlan was coaxed over onto his back. Tyrian moved with him; shifting, waiting, rising with his movements until he hovered over top of him. It was easy to settle over him. Lachlan fit perfectly beneath him and the rapid rise and fall of his chest against Tyrian's own felt right. He was comforting and warm in a buzzy way not unlike those first few sips of mead. It was not enough for Tyrian, however. He wanted what Fel had gotten with him. He wanted to give that to Lachlan and to get it for himself. Tyrian wanted an unfiltered, virginal reaction. Tonight it would be the feather in his cap.
Starting at Lachlan's chest Tyrian began to inch downwards as he peppered Lachlan's upturned chest and then his belly with nibbles. He took his time feeling, listening and yes, reveling in his control of the situation. He could appreciate both positions; they each had their perks. This was entirely new for him and he was loving every second of it. Tyrian had to force himself to be deliberate, to give Lachlan time to sink into the moment. When at last he hovered over the end game, Tyrian glanced down and then up at Lachlan with a small, impish smile. If Lachlan hadn't caught on yet Tyrian's intention now was unmistakable.
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Little by little, touch by touch Lachlan was coaxed over onto his back. Tyrian moved with him; shifting, waiting, rising with his movements until he hovered over top of him. It was easy to settle over him. Lachlan fit perfectly beneath him and the rapid rise and fall of his chest against Tyrian's own felt right. He was comforting and warm in a buzzy way not unlike those first few sips of mead. It was not enough for Tyrian, however. He wanted what Fel had gotten with him. He wanted to give that to Lachlan and to get it for himself. Tyrian wanted an unfiltered, virginal reaction. Tonight it would be the feather in his cap.
Starting at Lachlan's chest Tyrian began to inch downwards as he peppered Lachlan's upturned chest and then his belly with nibbles. He took his time feeling, listening and yes, reveling in his control of the situation. He could appreciate both positions; they each had their perks. This was entirely new for him and he was loving every second of it. Tyrian had to force himself to be deliberate, to give Lachlan time to sink into the moment. When at last he hovered over the end game, Tyrian glanced down and then up at Lachlan with a small, impish smile. If Lachlan hadn't caught on yet Tyrian's intention now was unmistakable.
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