Not even the slightest faltering of expression or gaze; not that heād really expected that, but it would have helped. Judeau wasnāt about to make assumptions, but being uninformed was unnatural for one so keen to fact and detail. Honesty was really the only thing he craved at that moment, but it was something he knew was not his to demand.
The flurry of thoughts coursing their way through his mind were halted the moment Griffith advanced, a motion that did not quite startle him, though it was confusing at best for one so distant. The touch of fingers against his cheek so delicate that he could hardly tell them apart from the wind. Just what was he doing? Judeau struggled to process his words amidst the sudden distraction of touch, one that set his heart racing. It was surprising that so subtle a caress could erase his ability to form a coherent thought. The brush of another warm palm against his other cheek was enough to inspire the faintest gasp of surprise, for heād forgotten to breathe for some time now.
With a tilt of his head the Hawk had captured Judeauās lips, a move that only quickened the beat of his heart. Judeau felt the warmth of Griffithās lips against his own, pressed so firmly and yet softer than he could have imagined it. Though he hadnāt the inclination for much thought at that moment, Judeauās desire to pull away from the contact was nonexistent; not even an instinctive flinch. The only movement of his own occurred in the subtle clasp of hands against the waist of Griffithās tunic.
In one moment, Judeau couldnāt bring himself to even care what had inspired him to touch, only that it was infuriating and addicting. If Griffith was doing this to distract him from his scrutinizing study, Judeau would hurt him badly. For one it was decidedly effective, numbing of thought and curiosity. Or ratherā¦ it awoke another kind of curiosity altogether, one that had nothing at all to do with unraveling his many secrets.
Judeau was not at all keen to let him slip away, tilting his own face in an effort to deepen the unlikely bond between them.
The light grasp around his waist roused a quiet little hum from his throat. Heat rose to his cheeks. His breaths shivered. Judeauās lips were so soft, smooth as flower petals, and so very warm. The invitation for more could not have been met with greater enthusiasm, for one touch was not enough ā not nearly so. He needed more, craved the reciprocation, the warmth of another so close against him, Judeauās warmth, the throes in which heād gladly submerge, the subtlest of scent, from a curious taste of tongue brushing over plump, supple lips.
Griffith slid his arms around Judeauās shoulders, pulling him in. A moan buzzed between the tentative sweep and lick, little nibbles followed by gentle suckling. His mouth opened as though the blossom of a flower. His nose nudged freckled skin. He sighed a hum the moment the tip of his tongue met that of Judeauās. He chased the heat, furthering their contact, stroking the otherās flesh, soft little sounds muffled by the lips pressed against his own.
One of his hands ventured downward, fingers curling over Judeauās arm and guiding it further around his waist. āā¦Hold meā¦ā He murmured, and allowed Judeau no time to protest before resuming his explorations. Heās never kissed another like this before, where every fiber of his being tingled with such heightened awareness that he could feel their every contact. There was no hurry to his movements, digits sliding through silky locks of blond hair. Deeper. More. He pulled back a split moment only to gasp, chest visibly heaving, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. Slivers of watery blue peeked between the fluttering part of dark lashes. Griffith looked at Judeau, the tips of their noses touching, as their huffs of breaths mingled between them.
āā¦I want you.ā He whispered, gaze blinking aside, fingers twitching around Judeauās shoulder. āBut I fearā¦I will not have the resolve to take my leave should Iāā¦should weā¦continueā¦ā He bit his lower lip, skin prickling with desire, a throb of heat between his thighs.
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