{Synchronicity} "i’m ready to begin, the waiting has to end"
Title: "i'm ready to begin, the waiting has to end"
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Theme/Prompt: 21. rise, 64damn_prompts
Characters/Pairings: Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating: K
A/N: oh, Aerrow, you and your pesky hormones lol whoremoans.
It would start with a light brush past his side when either of them was trying to get the upper hand, escalating into proper grasps and shoves and kicks where it burnt whenever the elder touched him, prickly heat flooding his nerve endings, suffocating his senses.
Aerrow didn’t understand, had never felt this before, feeling confused and jumpy and it was terrible and he hated it. The man was in his mind, under his skin, submerging him in this horrible new perplexing thing he couldn’t comprehend and he hated it.
It kept rising and rising and rising and he couldn’t do anything and it wouldn’t go away and it was getting too hot - like he was going to explode - and he needed it to stop. Aerrow needed to do something, anything, so when he pressed his lips against the Dark Ace’s he justified it in thinking it was the only plausible action to do at this point. He just hadn’t been expecting reciprocation.
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Theme/Prompt: 21. rise, 64damn_prompts
Characters/Pairings: Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating: K
A/N: oh, Aerrow, you and your pesky hormones lol whoremoans.
It would start with a light brush past his side when either of them was trying to get the upper hand, escalating into proper grasps and shoves and kicks where it burnt whenever the elder touched him, prickly heat flooding his nerve endings, suffocating his senses.
Aerrow didn’t understand, had never felt this before, feeling confused and jumpy and it was terrible and he hated it. The man was in his mind, under his skin, submerging him in this horrible new perplexing thing he couldn’t comprehend and he hated it.
It kept rising and rising and rising and he couldn’t do anything and it wouldn’t go away and it was getting too hot - like he was going to explode - and he needed it to stop. Aerrow needed to do something, anything, so when he pressed his lips against the Dark Ace’s he justified it in thinking it was the only plausible action to do at this point. He just hadn’t been expecting reciprocation.