they’ve been like this long enough for cedric to be flustered. he pulls at the hood of jan’s blue sweater, revealing the skin underneath, peppering kisses down his jawline, onto his neck, into his collarbone. his other hand traces the shape of jan’s side, fingers barely touching his skin, delicate enough to merely brush against the soft, invisible hairs prickling up with goosebumps from the touch. cedric rolls his hips against jan’s, once, twice, so slowly that it takes him a few breaths to complete each thrust, the next one even harder, more lingering than the one before. his lips tug at jan’s neck until a string of spit comes up with him when he pulls away. when he kisses him he’s hungry, desperate to stretch out this moment for as long as he can.
“ can you feel what you are doing to me? ” @centerbacking whispers.
he feels it as soon as jan talks. the added pressure makes him wince, the moan hidden behind another sloppy kiss. his hands reach up into jan’s hair, his side now exposed, the skin warm through the fabric of cedric’s clothes. he plants his knees into the couch more firmly, takes up a rhythm that feels impossible with so many layers of clothing between them. cedric’s breath becomes labored as he keeps up the pace, hot against jan’s scarlett cheeks. even with jan’s lower lip stuck between his teeth, he separation between them is frustrating, devastating, driving him insane. he gives jan’s lip a hard bite before he soothes it with his tongue, hands fumbling for the edge of jan’s sweater. he can feel the heat radiating from jan’s skin underneath as it’s exposed and it’s almost enough to make him moan again. jan’s sweater soon finds itself on the ground. cedric’s hands travel over jan’s torso like it’s a pilgrimage, worshiping every part of it, mouth against the skin like it’s a prayer.
