2, CLEARLY THIS IS A THING NOWhirac_utzumMarch 1 2011, 01:49:47 UTC
[Elfangor bites his lip, grinning, as he tilts his neck with the pull of Matt's teeth. He slides his hands along Matt's arms, tangling with his fingers.] Mmm, hey there.
[For once, worries about PDA aren't even sort of on Matt's mind. If there are other people in the park with them, they can just deal. Besides, there are hedges right over there if this gets heated.
Matt fully intends for it to get heated.
He drags his mouth down and turns his attention to sucking a mark onto Elfangor's neck, feeling extra-possessive today.]
[He lets out a shuddering gasp at the sudden attention to his neck, pressing into that delicious sensation, all but melting into Matt's touch.
And that he's doing this right here, where anyone could see? Oh, he's perfectly fine with that, anywhere Matt wants, but it sends and extra curl of heat down his spine to know that Matt would want to claim him so publicly.]
[Matt lifts his head to admire his work, has to duck back in for a quick lick over the reddened skin. It's even hotter than usual, somehow, to think mine, and he lets a hand trail lazily downward, toys with the hem of Elfangor's shirt.]
[He tries to say oh god, yes, but it gets lost in a strangled whimper, his attention completely fixated on Matt's tongue on his neck and the tease of his hand, oh, fingertips just barely grazing skin, and even that slight contact sends fire shooting along his nerves, urging him to press closer, more, oh please. He's not sure whether he merely thinks that or if he says it aloud.]
[That noise is gorgeous, and Matt wants more, wants to bare skin and taste it, and is still faintly aware one shouldn't do that in the middle of a park.
Sheltered by a hedge, however, would be fine. Matt hooks his fingers into Elfangor's belt loop and tugs.]
[Elfangor follows readily, eagerly, and he can barely wait until they round the hedge to pull Matt back in for a kiss, tugging insistently at his shirt, nipping at his tongue, moaning and grinding against him.]
[Matt keeps his hold on the belt loop and uses it to drag them both to the ground, so much easier that way. He straddles Elfangor's hips and looks down at him for a long, heated moment, then plucks at his shirt.]
[He fumbles with the buttons in his rush to get out of the shirt, but it's taking too long, he needs to get out of it, needs to feel the heat of Matt's gaze transmuted into heated skin, so he gives up on the buttons and tries to pull it over his head. But it gets tangled, catches around his arms, and so he is left with his arms bound together over his head, still struggling with the fabric, fuck, needs to be able to reach out to touch Matt. He lets out a low moan, grinding up into his hips.]
[Elfangor's pulse quickens when Matt takes hold of his hands to stop his struggling. Feels his skin twitching under that drag of nails, fire, urgent, coiling low, making him press up all the more frantically with a keening whine.] Matt--
[His breath comes harshly, panting. Darts out his tongue to wet his lips. Wants to close the small space between them, but wants even more for Matt to be the one to do it.]
[Fuck, Matt loves hearing his name like that, and he surges forward to capture and suck on Elfangor's tongue. It's not often power goes to his head like this, but right now, he savors the feeling, and keeps sliding his hand down, teasing at the button of Elfangor's jeans.]
[That kiss leaves him breathless, head spinning, writhing under Matt, whimpering at the tease of his hand at his jeans, fuck, and he bites down on his lip.]
[Matt has to lean back in and lick over Elfangor's lower lip; it's almost as irresistible as that spot on his neck. He pops the jeans button as he does, slides his hand in, just a teasing brush against hardness.]
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Hey, you.
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Matt fully intends for it to get heated.
He drags his mouth down and turns his attention to sucking a mark onto Elfangor's neck, feeling extra-possessive today.]
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And that he's doing this right here, where anyone could see? Oh, he's perfectly fine with that, anywhere Matt wants, but it sends and extra curl of heat down his spine to know that Matt would want to claim him so publicly.]
Ohh-- fuck, you feel so good...
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[Matt lifts his head to admire his work, has to duck back in for a quick lick over the reddened skin. It's even hotter than usual, somehow, to think mine, and he lets a hand trail lazily downward, toys with the hem of Elfangor's shirt.]
Need to taste more of you.
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Sheltered by a hedge, however, would be fine. Matt hooks his fingers into Elfangor's belt loop and tugs.]
Over here.
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Oh god, need you so much--
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This. Off.
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Hang on...
[He trails his other hand down Elfangor's chest, letting his nails drag, leans in until their mouths are just a breath away.]
I kinda like this.
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[His breath comes harshly, panting. Darts out his tongue to wet his lips. Wants to close the small space between them, but wants even more for Matt to be the one to do it.]
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What d'you want, tell me.
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Ohgod-- anything, anything you want, oh, please--
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Mm, but I want you to tell me.
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