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[shiro2hero]

[Really, Erik couldn't have nailed it better if he tried. In reality, this is what he wanted -- he wanted to stop making so many choices, stop calling the shots. Just for a little while. Like now. He goes willingly, his head tilted up to meet more of the kiss, any kiss. All of them.]

[Ground him back down to earth.]

[scarcastically]

[ like a cat, he is over shiro, his teeth dragging across shiro's lower lip before sucking on it gently. ]

Tell me you want this.

[shiro2hero]

[That's... very good. The fact he doesn't need to take control, the fact he can rely on this man to have this in hand. The order in his voice.]

I want this. [And try to arch his head up for another lingering kiss.]

[scarcastically]

[ there's a low rumble in his chest at that. is it satisfaction? ]

Say it again.

[shiro2hero]

[His hand strays to the center of the other's chest. Like he's trying to feel that sound.]

I want this.

[scarcastically]

[ his grin could cut through anything. ]

Good, 'cause I want you.

[shiro2hero]

[He's not sure if it's the smile, or the words themselves, but that. Is really good. All of this is.]

You've got no idea what you're doing to me right now.

[Except he's going to try and kiss him again, so hey. Maybe he does.]

[scarcastically]

[ he's here for it, leaning down to kiss shiro back with complete abandon, letting his right hand dig his fingers in shiro's hair, tugging the strands lightly, wanting to make the man arch below him. ]

[shiro2hero]

[How does Erik know exactly what to do? Exactly what works to make him melt, make him need more from him. His hands wander, while those fingers tighten in his hair, arching, palms running along the other's chest.]

[scarcastically]

[ he's practiced at this. he had to be, to turn his whole body into a weapon. for fighting, fucking, you name it, erik's probably done it. threw everything he had into the fire. a neverending blaze. but for the first time, it's a little tempered. not driven with a desire to hurt.

how long will it last though? either way, erik's eyelashes flutter as shiro's fingers ghost over his scars. ]

[shiro2hero]

[Well. At least one of them has practice. Or at least more experience than one partner and a brief few moments during the festival.]

[A fire versus a slow burn. Erik in all his haste versus Shiro's hands slowing to trace lines of muscle and ridges in scars. Leaning himself flush into the other, looking for more.]

sorry this took so long! fade to black.

[scarcastically]

[ which is fine because erik takes the lead, pressing shiro into the mattress, smothering all their concerns in the heat of the moment. and whatever feelings erik could never fully express, fully explain, he shows in the burn of his fingers and the hunger in his kisses. ]