Anarin/Curufin: Cranky Cookies
Shivering a little, Anarin slowly pulled back from the kiss, lips lingering as long as possible. âI forgot how good it feels to kiss you.â he sighed softly, nipping Curufinâs lower lip before he began to push the tunic down over the manâs shoulders âI want toâŠto touch you and feel your skin against mine. Take all this off?â he asked, pulling and tugging on the tunic to get rid of it before tossing ti away blindly before he slid his hands down the firm skin
âYes,â Curufin said, sighing. He helped Anarin get the tunic off him, and as Anarin slid his hands down his torso, he brought his own hands on Anarinâs shoulders, gently massaging him before tugging on his tunic to take it off. As he did this, he fiddled with the band of his own pants, allowing it to be easily slipped off whenever Anarin was ready.
He leaned forward and brought his lips to Anarinâs, kissing tenderly as one hand slipped under Anarinâs tunic, caressing him. The other hand worked on undoing one button after another until a thin line of Anarinâs skin was exposed. Curufin moved to kissing him on the neck, and as he did so he tugged on the tunic till it slipped off Anarinâs shoulder.Â
Anarin sighed, head tilting back to expose his throat as he relaxed into the touches and smiled softly into the kiss, threading his fingers through silky black hair to hold him close.
Goosebumps prickled over his skin with each time Curufinâs fingers brushed his skin with each button undone on his tunic. Anarin pressed into the otherâs mouth and groaned weakly, rolling his shoulders to slide the top off slowly.
Curufin took Anarin's hands and guided them to the waistband of his pants, encouraging him to help him out of it. But as he shifted around, he lost his balance and fell backward. It was just enough to break the mood momentarily, and he grinned sheepishly, looking rather silly, up at Anarin.
To make up for it, he traced patterns over his own abdomen with one hand while beckoning Anarin closer.
