distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck. (from sunday because , well , kissable ... )
Sunday wasn't exactly secretive about his entry into the Archives, and as the airlock slid closed with a loud hiss, Dan Heng feigned ignorance and pretended to be fully absorbed by the work on the two holographic screens burgeoning with tabbed browsers and word processors. The room always felt different when Sunday entered it, a kind of fragrance that lingered in the air like a flowering tree diffusing its scent through an open window in springtime. So, when Sunday loomed over him in his chair, a pleasurable shiver thrilled the length of his spine as a soft, feathery sensation fluttered atop his skin at the nape of his neck, precluding the softer sensation of Sunday's lips.
There was no disguise in the way Dan Heng yielded to him instantly, leaning back in his seat as pangs of arousal drifted lazily through his body with every languid kiss, internal temperature rising a little higher with every kiss. Sunday's hands came to brace on the armrests of his chair, leaning in closer and trailing to Dan Heng's shoulder, deliberate and seductive. He felt a small puff of air as the Halovian's amusement could be felt rather than seen, and Dan Heng's lips curved in reply.
"I don't think... we ever authorized the Stellaron Hunters' entry to the Express," Dan Heng pondered aloud, the small sound of one of his turtleneck's zippers tugging downwards, then the other. Sunday didn't need the encouragement, as he was spurred to let delicate fingers slide the fabric away from Dan Heng neck, revealing the clavicle and the trapezius the Hunter was more than willing to explore, to trek with tender steps in the movement of his lips, Dan Heng closing his eyes in rapture.
Maybe the Stellaron Hunters could stand to trespass on the Astral Express more often.
