it was like touching the sun itself, that at some point lost its way and stayed hidden underneath the horizon. ;; there was a need to bruise the form, leave it speechless and defenceless, make the sun stay away from any eyes and protect it from the darkness, but how Jake was supposed to do it, when he was darkness himself ?
Fingers studied Matt's facade even more, before a thumb rested against the other's lower lip, and in that very moment ? Lockley wanted to put them inside to take the voice away and turn him into a statue, that no one was able to hurt. Even him.
" Querido Diablo, la vida es impredecible. -- 'fell like I gotta. It feels like 'm watchin' myself in ya eyes... pieces of puzzles, y'know ? We fit imperfectly .... ya need me an' I need ya... "
Hand slipped and found a warm route to the lawyer's neck, wrapping his fingers around, like a ivy, bringing himself closer to the weary face.
"--tell me, ángel caído , how much do ya trust me ?"
Cool fingers brushed over his cheeks to have a thumb come to rest on his bottom lip, swallowing back the urge to lick the tip of his tongue over it. Jake pulled him as a moth to the flame, helpless to resist, and for the life he didn’t want to. Wanted - needed - to be swallowed whole by the man and wild rage somehow contained inside him.
They were the worst for each other and at the same time, the best. Poles apart but one in the same.
Matthew wanted to reach out and touch him, feel the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips, the desire of their bodies pressed together. Rawness from his senses being overwhelmed faded into the background and all there was left was Jake.
Light pressure around his neck was oddly calming, hanging onto every word. “With my life.” Chin tilting up to expose more of his neck to Jake, he leaned the hand in the slightest in a silent offering for more, tongue flicking out over his lips eagerly to wet them. “mi caballero oscuro, soy tuyo. All yours.”
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