SEA SERPENT.

     The trail of Leon’s thumb across his knuckles leaves a trail of stirred nerves in its wake and a shiver right down his goosebumped arms into the delicious knot, the pleasurable twist in his gut. ’I want you’ - it’s simple enough; his knees fall weak. One tug, one press from Leon’s fingers at his waist and he could tumble forward into those arms, those eyes, that man with nary a care. Cyrus swallows thickly, his mouth dry. ‘You do?’ he wants to ask. He doesn’t. He can’t.

    Heart thumping something wild, a rabbit alone in unfamiliar wood, he shifts closer until there’s nothing left between them. With a turn of his hand, he slips his fingers through Leon’s, palm against palm, as his eyes drift down to Leon’s lips, studying every detail with care like a favorite new sonnet. It isn’t far to go when he leans in, head tilting to brush his lips against Leon’s jaw. To feel the warmth of Leon’s skin against his lips with such a shy, halting movement is all he dares for now. It’s over too soon as he pulls back, squeezing Leon’s hand gently as if to ask, ’was that alright?’

      ❛ oh?  speechless? ❜   his brow sails high over the flinty blue of his gaze,  and his wide-candied grin has a  sweetness  of its own,  hewn around at the mischievous thread of his lips in little dashes that line his mouth.  

the sly pull of his sharpened expression deepening,  he breathes a sigh,  lets his fingers twine through cyrus’s –—  and pulls cyrus back in,  touch crossing over his back,  catches the open silence on cyrus’s lips with his own,  a pleasant hum zinging through his fingers down to his toes.  his heart flickers like two stones  striking  and his spine bows,  searching for the upward arch of cyrus’s to meet it,  the kiss sliding to a slant,  eager and greedy and a little  reckless  for connection but still  soft.   

THREE WORDS. / @dediguedin

     ❛ aye,  I am. ❜   he drops his grinning lips to press his smile in against cyrus’s jaw,  feels the heat well up in his cheek there.  sturdy callouses coat leon’s palms but they’re gentle when they slip down cyrus’s wrists to take his hands. 

THREE WORDS. / @serirosea

     ❛ well,  that’s a shame! ❜   leon tips his head up,  soft smile cresting with the tide of his movement.  a brow wings up,  vulnerable.   ❛ I always find I feel  better  after a good cry.  don’t you? ❜

Leon is lacking: 

1)  spaghetti 2)  a cute animal mascot 3)  intelligence

❛ how about a  parrot? ❜

THREE WORDS. / @diavoleste

     ❛ ha! ❜   an asperous laugh joins his thumb hitched as his jaw,  index finger tapped at his chin’s divot.  his smirk is  cutlass sharp  at the corners,  curling. 

THREE WORDS. / @scruffyandscraggly