[ Arthur is already starting to bend to meet him when G’raha gets up on his toes, and there is an undeniable eagerness in the way Arthur kisses him, lips parting nearly instantly to seek to take the kiss deeper.
He’s trying his very best not to be too much too quickly, but hells, they had all that time on the beach to let their imaginations run wild, it’s proving a difficult task. Arthur’s whole world has narrowed to the man in front of him, how he smells, how he tastes, the delightful softness of his lips.
[ An eagerness that is returned tenfold. G'raha's eyes fall shut as he allows the touch, the taste, and the scent of Arthur to be his North Star. He wants nothing more than to consume and to be consumed, his wildest fantasies all fleeing in the face of this perfect reality.
There's barely a moment of hesitation before G'raha parts his lips, aiming to meet Arthur's tongue with his own. Gods, it's been such a long time since he was this close to someone. He's only hoping that his now twenty-something year-old body remembers the dance moves better than his century-old mind.
His heart, thankfully, meets somewhere in the middle, pushing back against most of his worries with the simple fact that he would stumble upwards to meet Arthur on any plane. He grips the back of Arthur's shirt, both to give himself something to hold onto and to boldly hitch it up one entire ilm. Too soon? ]
[ Please, if anything, Arthur wishes G’raha would hurry up and strip him faster. Though, he does understand that his boyfriend is a century and some change out of practice, so he’s trying his best to let G’raha set the pace.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t give him a little encouragement.
Loath as he is to break their kiss, especially since they’ve just begun to taste one another, he does, pulling away only slightly. Blue eyes sweep over G’raha’s face, slightly luminous in the shadow cast by their closeness. The only trace of what the Light of the First had done to him. ]
Please… explore me however you like. I want to feel your hands on me.
[ He ducks in to resume their kiss, though pauses just long enough to add as almost an afterthought, ]
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He’s trying his very best not to be too much too quickly, but hells, they had all that time on the beach to let their imaginations run wild, it’s proving a difficult task. Arthur’s whole world has narrowed to the man in front of him, how he smells, how he tastes, the delightful softness of his lips.
Gods, he really should have done this sooner. ]
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There's barely a moment of hesitation before G'raha parts his lips, aiming to meet Arthur's tongue with his own. Gods, it's been such a long time since he was this close to someone. He's only hoping that his now twenty-something year-old body remembers the dance moves better than his century-old mind.
His heart, thankfully, meets somewhere in the middle, pushing back against most of his worries with the simple fact that he would stumble upwards to meet Arthur on any plane. He grips the back of Arthur's shirt, both to give himself something to hold onto and to boldly hitch it up one entire ilm. Too soon? ]
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But that doesn’t mean he can’t give him a little encouragement.
Loath as he is to break their kiss, especially since they’ve just begun to taste one another, he does, pulling away only slightly. Blue eyes sweep over G’raha’s face, slightly luminous in the shadow cast by their closeness. The only trace of what the Light of the First had done to him. ]
Please… explore me however you like. I want to feel your hands on me.
[ He ducks in to resume their kiss, though pauses just long enough to add as almost an afterthought, ]
My darling.