The ice mage proceeded to sit upon the sleeping males legs resting his hands loosely upon the others hips, body leaning downwards to press a light kiss upon the scar on his forehead. Placing his brims next against the side of the ravenette's neck leaving behind a trail of gentle kisses along the skin. "Time to wake up sleeping beauty." His voice came as a whisper into Gray's ear, a quick nip being given to his earlobe as he moved to rest a kiss finally upon his companions lips.
&&.HE WAS JOLTED AWAKE. IT BURNS.
GRAY COULD TELL it was morning by the sight of the sun casting shaft of golden highlights against their mattress in a distinct, wide bar. And yet, the entirety of his body felt heavy — mind sluggish to the point that coherent thoughts scarcely seemed to connect. Every imprint of Lyon’s kiss was like a scalding ember, immediately pillaging him from the realm of slumber into a probable clarity. It catalyzed the taut muscles in his body into a SEIZE; it stalled the heart that hung beneath his ribs &&. he swore he could discern its unruly clambering at the back of his throat…
And god, to say he hadn’t wanted it himself would be a lie. It was an odd sort of need; for once, it wasn’t exactly a physical desire to satisfy. There was an EMOTIONAL need that Gray wasn’t prepared to explore before, one that he would rather fulfill than dissect. But now that it had transpired into something warm &&. fleeting in the depths of his stomach, Gray allowed himself to shut his eyes and yield to this tender moment ( all the while attempting to fend off the amaranth that previously occupied his pale cheeks. )
…There was no one to WARN him about the white-haired boy with blue eyes. Whose lips were cold like winter, but tasted tender like the long hours of rain. Whose gentle touch discombobulated him with inherent sentimentality, stripped him bare of his judgments ———–
&&. setting his frigid skin ABLAZE.
“Time to wake up sleeping beauty.”
█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ LYON’S TIMBRE WAS rivaled only by the unruly jolt of Gray heart; the ardent crimson it churned now thrashed wildly within his ears, deafening, almost tribal. It was almost savagery — what the other does to him, the profound effect that the silver-haired mage has over his psyche. He elicited a low, feral growl that reverberated through the hollow of his throat, pallid digits tugging weakly at the tuft of silvery locks.
Now with Lyon’s lips teasing along the length of his neck — to his ear, Gray endured a violent surge of shudder that threatened to purloin his consciousness if he doesn’t get a damn grip————–
A HARSH GASP, nearly like an agonized gust of air, throttled from his parched throat and it didn’t require much from the younger Ice-Mage to give into the affections. Lithe digits furling around the thin fabric of Lyon’s shirt, Gray molds further into the kiss as he urged the other male closer; teeth bearing gingerly into his lover’s lower lip. ❛ Fuck, Lyon.. ❜ He wrenched out, voice ragged &&. thin, breathless as he pulled away.
He felt dizzy. —- Intoxicated. D r o w n e d .*
His senses OVERWHELMED with everything that was Lyon.
The mattress creaked beneath his weight as Gray decided to shift — and within a single, swift maneuvering movement he mounted the elder male against the bed. Gray sucked in his staggering breath as Lyon’s knee brushed against his thigh, sentiments clawing &&. his hands fell languidly, only to relax over the other’s. The contact of their skin was BLISTERING, and his calloused fingers dug into his lover’s pale wrists, tightening his hold around them —– until finally he pinned them against the sheet above his head.
Lyon looked beautiful like this, sprawling underneath him like a limpid grace. Gray continued to take in the sight below him, bringing his coarse hand up and brushed it against his boyfriend’s pristine cheek. He watched Lyon’s cornflower eyes, how they were as mysterious as the limitless sky —– yet swimming opulently with ardent AFFECTION ( &&. god, he could feel his very soul luxuriated in the depth of his gaze. )
❛ Y’know, Lyon… Butterflies — can’t see their WINGS. They can’t see how beautiful they truly are, but everyone else can. ❜ The moment Gray managed to capture both wrists with just one set of digits, his freed hand glided down — sliding underneath the cotton material of Lyon’s shirt TO FEEL the rich skin beneath the pads of his fingertips. He leaned in, his skin feverish; obsidian tendrils tickling the other’s cheeks. Then he obliged, umber crown bowed afterward, pinkened tiers ghosting along the contours of his lover’s jaws.
❛ People… they are like that too. YOU are, too. You may not be able to see the beauty of your wings, but god — I can. ❜
Gray could TASTE the elder male’s ragged breath on his, a hint of mint for the taking on the tip of his tongue. He resolved not to, their mouths looming just out of reach, opting to devour the fine flesh from Lyon’s chin downwards. A pressing trail of heated caresses ensued, his teeth emerging, brushing along the column of his boyfriend’s neck —- feeling his pulse hammering away beneath every graze of his lips. ❛ And I can see it so clearly. I … fell in love with it, dammit. ❜ He fell in love with Lyon’s sincerity, fell in love with his HEART. Pearls of sweat gathered in the floor of his mouth, and for that Gray did not care one bit; only savored everything he was offered. A beauty so tangible, and he was his. It required a frequent reminder —- as if, at any moment, Lyon could undo himself from their solid embrace. His.
❛ Your light … it always SHINES on me even if you didn’t realize it. ❜ The rapid beating of his heart was rather reluctant to subside, for the LONGER their bodies pressed to one another, the more heat arose &&. constrained the two; he was certain the other’s heartbeat was as uncontrollable as his. Carefully, Gray decided to tug the offending fabric of Lyon’s collar down —- revealing the fair skin underneath. Wet mouth gingerly fastened upon the vulnerable flesh, he began to cast a series of firm kisses along the smooth blade of his lover’s shoulder —- before worrying his TEETH against the contours of Lyon’s collarbones; successfully left reddened marks in the wake of his ministration.
❛ You’re so beautiful, Lyon … so fucking beautiful. ❜ And he whispered, demurely, taking on the soft voice he usually exploited in such circumstances. Skimming subtle kisses over the bitten skin, Gray lifted himself reluctantly before leaning up to gently seized Lyon’s mouth —- capturing the tender flesh in a kiss tinged with PROMISE.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ … I love you so much.
