Damn straight. [Rude didn't soften the words. He knew Reno would just shrug or laugh them off. It was true though, Reno had given Rude quite a few scares over the years. And despite his stoic exterior Rude had one weakness and that was losing Reno permanently. He couldn't bare the thought.] You--
[He hadn't expected the sudden bite at his collarbone despite the teasing trail Reno's lips made as he was talking. The gasp of surprise was almost inaudible but the soft groan afterwards wasn't nearly so. Whatever else Rude had been going to say was lost to the pleasure he felt from that tantalizing action. Rude shifted, pressing bodies together, and back out; he tucked his head down and spoke softly in Reno's ear. Demanding:]
[ Hell, yes— the excitement Reno feels the moment he hears that gasp. It was a gamble, a surprise— because he likes being a little unpredictable, even with the one person who can predict his antics the most.
Then comes in the demand, warm breath on his ear sends a delectable shiver down his spine, and the way his partner moves against him, shifting his hips, makes him moan softly. It's not fair (but he never plays fair himself)- and it's what makes it so exciting. He's trapped completely and at Rude's mercy, and that's enough to make his heart beat faster. The entirety of his world, locked under the blankets consisting only of an infuriatingly hot dragon—
Beneath them, the stuffing of the mattress crackles, as he wantonly presses against his partner's larger frame. Literally, no one lives on this floor, and two floors beneath them. That's a lot of privacy to get comfortably settled in.
But there is a demand to give in to. The softness of Reno's lips traces the bite mark, before he follows it again, this time with the tip of his tongue. He traces up, as far as he can reach, to the mighty shoulder— leaving a trail of warmth, that cools down all too soon. The texture of scales tells him where to not attempt another bite— and there it is again, the taste of skin. Drives him a little bit crazy, really. Once again he lets his teeth sink in, savouring the half-second of resistance before the skin nearly yields under the pressure and sharpness.
—or maybe it did. He swears he can feel a bead of blood on his lips, but maybe it's just imagination? ]
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[He hadn't expected the sudden bite at his collarbone despite the teasing trail Reno's lips made as he was talking. The gasp of surprise was almost inaudible but the soft groan afterwards wasn't nearly so. Whatever else Rude had been going to say was lost to the pleasure he felt from that tantalizing action. Rude shifted, pressing bodies together, and back out; he tucked his head down and spoke softly in Reno's ear. Demanding:]
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Then comes in the demand, warm breath on his ear sends a delectable shiver down his spine, and the way his partner moves against him, shifting his hips, makes him moan softly. It's not fair (but he never plays fair himself)- and it's what makes it so exciting. He's trapped completely and at Rude's mercy, and that's enough to make his heart beat faster. The entirety of his world, locked under the blankets consisting only of an infuriatingly hot dragon—
Beneath them, the stuffing of the mattress crackles, as he wantonly presses against his partner's larger frame. Literally, no one lives on this floor, and two floors beneath them. That's a lot of privacy to get comfortably settled in.
But there is a demand to give in to. The softness of Reno's lips traces the bite mark, before he follows it again, this time with the tip of his tongue. He traces up, as far as he can reach, to the mighty shoulder— leaving a trail of warmth, that cools down all too soon. The texture of scales tells him where to not attempt another bite— and there it is again, the taste of skin. Drives him a little bit crazy, really. Once again he lets his teeth sink in, savouring the half-second of resistance before the skin nearly yields under the pressure and sharpness.
—or maybe it did. He swears he can feel a bead of blood on his lips, but maybe it's just imagination? ]