Richard's breath hitched, at the coolness, the pleasure, the familiar lull between eagerness in actions and sharpness in words, even when it was veiled, fogged. It was a different form of play, of challenge, and he can't get enough of it.
The arm which ended in Alec's hair just held him close. Gangly Alec might be, but he wasn't ever quite graceless, not in the way he breathed, not in the way his voice shaped the words he spoke.
The other hand... well. It caressed a buttock, then around the hip, then started stroking lightly along Alec's stomach, inching closer and closer to the erection he could feel against him - but not rushing to it.
"No? Then what is an answer?" Not then what answer should I give you? That was never how they engaged. Each of them did what he thought he needed, or wanted, and they somehow met in the middle. Inside each other, even when they weren't touching at all.
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Date: 2014-01-09 03:03 pm (UTC)From:The arm which ended in Alec's hair just held him close. Gangly Alec might be, but he wasn't ever quite graceless, not in the way he breathed, not in the way his voice shaped the words he spoke.
The other hand... well. It caressed a buttock, then around the hip, then started stroking lightly along Alec's stomach, inching closer and closer to the erection he could feel against him - but not rushing to it.
"No? Then what is an answer?" Not then what answer should I give you? That was never how they engaged. Each of them did what he thought he needed, or wanted, and they somehow met in the middle. Inside each other, even when they weren't touching at all.