More kisses. Then being moved onto the bed most unceremoniously, which elicits a laugh and a Villiers tugging Imriel close to place even more along neck and shoulder, cloth and skin, accented by sharp breaths at those nimble fingers while his own hold on to Imri with care.
See: rolling on top of Villiers to pin him to the bed, descending on his throat and chest in a flurry of kisses, nibbles, and licks. Oddly gentle, today, but still with that Kusheline grace: infinitely cruel, infinitely kind.
It's a nice combination, as perplexedly paradoxical as it may seem to the outsider.
It leaves Villiers giving thanks, at least, with lips and tongue and the lightest of grazes with teeth. Fingers slide under the edges of cloth, while Villiers does his best to relax under him, leaving himself open to whatever it is that Imriel may wish.
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Okay, bed.
And fumbling to get Villiers' shirt off.
And seeking out exactly the right spots with his fingernails.
And... there's the bed!
Pouncetacklenuzzlebitemmmmmmm.
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More kisses. Then being moved onto the bed most unceremoniously, which elicits a laugh and a Villiers tugging Imriel close to place even more along neck and shoulder, cloth and skin, accented by sharp breaths at those nimble fingers while his own hold on to Imri with care.
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See: rolling on top of Villiers to pin him to the bed, descending on his throat and chest in a flurry of kisses, nibbles, and licks. Oddly gentle, today, but still with that Kusheline grace: infinitely cruel, infinitely kind.
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It leaves Villiers giving thanks, at least, with lips and tongue and the lightest of grazes with teeth. Fingers slide under the edges of cloth, while Villiers does his best to relax under him, leaving himself open to whatever it is that Imriel may wish.
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