"Please." He did not know what to ask for- mercy, release, a chance to reciprocate? A chance to touch and tease and be the one guiding this? To lay out boundaries unspoken and remove himself, to sit behind his eyes and enjoy, yes, but not be so intricately entwines in Michel's hands- that. Perhaps that was what he wanted and what he could not find the words to express. But this...every brush of lips brought him into his skin. Every nip and brush of breath or swipe of tongue like fire coiling in his gut, leaving him sheened with sweat and shuddering in a fine ruin. It was not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be the one in control.
Yet from the moment Michel pressed that desperate, aching, hungry kiss to his lips, Zevran had been off balance. He could not quite regain his footing.
He did not wish to. For a moment, for an hour. Trembling hands settled along Michel's jaw, Zevran's throat working as he swallowed past his shuddering sighs. He could instruct. Offer thorough, filthy words as to what would help him off but he could not find them. "I need more. Please."
More than this, more than being hung between a rock and a hard place, mind slowly teased out of him by such tempting lips.
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Date: 2016-03-10 10:44 pm (UTC)Yet from the moment Michel pressed that desperate, aching, hungry kiss to his lips, Zevran had been off balance. He could not quite regain his footing.
He did not wish to. For a moment, for an hour. Trembling hands settled along Michel's jaw, Zevran's throat working as he swallowed past his shuddering sighs. He could instruct. Offer thorough, filthy words as to what would help him off but he could not find them. "I need more. Please."
More than this, more than being hung between a rock and a hard place, mind slowly teased out of him by such tempting lips.