The instinctive fear of having Elijah's mouth at his throat fed into Ric's arousal. The arousal, in turn, blunted the sharper edges off the fear and made is something that was far more about desire than it was danger.
Neither distracted him from the other. Every light, exploring touch of Elijah's fingers sent a jolt through Ric, made his cock lift and twitch in response, and his breath catch a little. The drag of Elijah's tongue over his throat just kept him feeling... exposed in a way that was very, very much new for him. Gently pushed a sort of trust on him, quietly demanded that he believe that Elijah was being honest, and wasn't going to do anything that Ric didn't want.
He didn't stop holding onto Elijah. His grip in Elijah's hair stayed as tight as it had been. His mouth dragged over Elijah's shoulder and the other hand continued to drift along Elijah's side, nails dragging enough to scratch. What did change was subtle, but he stopped scrambling to keep momentum going and worrying about not thinking or figuring out what to do.
He just touched Elijah, tasted him, moved a little restlessly, and slowly gave in to just feeling. Slight lift of his hips, a low groan that wasn't really checked. Brain slowly shifting gears to something a little more primal, more reactive, and a lot less civilized.
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Date: 2013-06-08 08:55 pm (UTC)Neither distracted him from the other. Every light, exploring touch of Elijah's fingers sent a jolt through Ric, made his cock lift and twitch in response, and his breath catch a little. The drag of Elijah's tongue over his throat just kept him feeling... exposed in a way that was very, very much new for him. Gently pushed a sort of trust on him, quietly demanded that he believe that Elijah was being honest, and wasn't going to do anything that Ric didn't want.
He didn't stop holding onto Elijah. His grip in Elijah's hair stayed as tight as it had been. His mouth dragged over Elijah's shoulder and the other hand continued to drift along Elijah's side, nails dragging enough to scratch. What did change was subtle, but he stopped scrambling to keep momentum going and worrying about not thinking or figuring out what to do.
He just touched Elijah, tasted him, moved a little restlessly, and slowly gave in to just feeling. Slight lift of his hips, a low groan that wasn't really checked. Brain slowly shifting gears to something a little more primal, more reactive, and a lot less civilized.