[intentional or not, it's a weakness. he could defend his actions all day, argue and twist facts and tilt reality, but the simple truth is that he does this--all of this--just for looks like that.
the ache to devour isn't just physical, anymore. that's the kind of shit that really gets him off.
the nails at his neck send sparks shivering through his skin and he sinks into him again. lips to lips, lips to neck, teeth to skin, rutting against him with every passing wave of impulse. eventually it's not enough, so he reaches between them and palms at the other through his clothes, and then under his clothes, and then he has to put him down--only because there's no way he's keeping him up against that wall and undoing his pants at the same time.
but he tastes the length of the other's neck and bites at his throat again as compensation. that seems more than fair.
things after that start to lose focus. it doesn't take him long to have Tek pressed back up against the wall again, fingers digging into hip and thigh, sinking into him in a more literal way and trying not to moan with every undulation. it's consuming, so much so that he almost forgets where he is. nothing else is important anymore, just this man, just feeling how good it is, the way the familiar sensation coils up in the pit of his stomach. he's struggling past an impossible warmth for steady breath, but his mouth still finds skin to taste.]
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the ache to devour isn't just physical, anymore. that's the kind of shit that really gets him off.
the nails at his neck send sparks shivering through his skin and he sinks into him again. lips to lips, lips to neck, teeth to skin, rutting against him with every passing wave of impulse. eventually it's not enough, so he reaches between them and palms at the other through his clothes, and then under his clothes, and then he has to put him down--only because there's no way he's keeping him up against that wall and undoing his pants at the same time.
but he tastes the length of the other's neck and bites at his throat again as compensation. that seems more than fair.
things after that start to lose focus. it doesn't take him long to have Tek pressed back up against the wall again, fingers digging into hip and thigh, sinking into him in a more literal way and trying not to moan with every undulation. it's consuming, so much so that he almost forgets where he is. nothing else is important anymore, just this man, just feeling how good it is, the way the familiar sensation coils up in the pit of his stomach. he's struggling past an impossible warmth for steady breath, but his mouth still finds skin to taste.]