WHAT DO YOU LOVE?

ㅤ𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, thumb dragging over the smoothness. bodies are bare, left to the gaze of each other upon the bed. how could he possibly not admire ted, he was everything & more that trent could have dared dream. his breath is caught just briefly at the back of his throat before shifting closer. a hand frees itself to cup the back of ted's neck, guiding him closer into a deep & explorative kiss. parting with a nip just a breath away. gaze tips to the silk, then back to ted ― a silent questioning for confirmation, vocalizing it only a moment after. ❝ 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎? ❞

eyes  are  closed.         reveling  in  the  touch,     head  leaning  into  trent’s  hand,     cheek  nuzzling  impossibly  closer.     he  flexes  his  thigh  almost  subconsciously  as  the  other  man  squeezes  it,     quite  literally  chasing  both  of  trent’s  hands,     anything  ted  is  lucky  enough  to  feel.     he  opens  his  eyes  at  the  sound  of  his  voice,     normally  warm,    brown  optics,     now  dark  and  brimming  with  desire.     lips,     red  and  properly  kissed,     purse  into  something  of  a  smile.          “     i’m  not  anything  worth  lookin’  at  when  you’re  here,     too.     ”          chin  is  tucked  down  towards  his  neck,     wanting  to  see  trent,     wanting  to  bask  in  that  gorgeous  aura  he  was  just  insinuating.          “     wish  you  wouldn’t  stop  touching  me.     ”

 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧, something deprived, wrists twisting in their bounds. hips offering a momentary arch  :  a silent request to have something [ ... ] anything. the tie snaked around his wrists faintly burning at the friction. cheeks burn at the thought of himself in a position like this  ( it’s precisely why he asked to try it ). body shifts with a whine, looking to sang-woo in a half smile. ❝ next time, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗. ❞

 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐠 at ted’s bottom lip, retracted as he parts for a breath. there’s a hand that snakes upwards, fingers threading into ted’s hair. there lies a faint temptation to pull, to remind him to KEEP LOOKING. he finds restraint in the other hand taking a firm purchase at ted’s thigh, squeezing there, lifting the leg just barely.  ❝ look at you, ted. you remind me of a baroque painting, gorgeously lit, astonishing to look at.. ❞ so soon he shifts lower, licking a stripe up ted’s pelvis, pressing a kiss just to the side.  ❝ the only difference is that 𝚒'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. ❞

❛❛      get   on   your   knees.      ❜❜

⟳ @trentcrim.