( A frisson of satisfaction runs the length of Yazoo's spine when, in the space between heartbeats, he finds himself flipped over onto his back and pressed bodily into the sand. Good, he thinks. He may have forgotten, but at least he's still strong. What could have been a cold and wet experience is made pleasurable by the heat crackling between them: Cloud's expression is intense enough to shiver something low-down in his core, and when that hand moves to peel out of the glove and wrap around he column of his neckβ
His lashes flutter, and Yazoo's lips part on a wordless little sigh as though his touch could be Reunion enough. It pulls at a part of him that's never had reason to stir before: the sensation pulses through the centre of his body to pool heat between his legs, his desire for Cloud finally meeting the physical reality of arousal. The ends of pale hair soak to gunmetal-grey as the rhythmic beat of the water pulls through the strands, but that doesn't stop Yazoo from tilting his head to bare more of his throat beneath Cloud's hand.
Supplication? Hardly. Begging for more isn't in Yazoo's nature; rather, he'll challenge Cloud to take more of what he wants if he has the stomach to do it.
His right hand drifts to the sliver of space between the Buster and the other man's back. There's heat there too, caught between the weight of the metal and the curve of his spine, and Yazoo's fingers splay against the dip of his back while to keep their bodies pressed in close. It's instinctive β he understands the theory of acting on desire, certainly, but it isn't something he's experienced firsthand β but for the time being keeping their hips pulled flush seems to be just about enough to keep the ache tolerable. )
Is that what you want?
( His throat moves against Cloud's hand as he speaks, a warm reverberation. )
To choke me to silence?
( Exhaling softly, Yazoo lifts his free hand up to cup the curve of Cloud's cheek. Would he let him? No, he wouldn't, but there's something enticing about letting him play with the idea, and he arches beneath him just to feel the ripple of the charge in the air. )
It's perfect, and also same!
( A frisson of satisfaction runs the length of Yazoo's spine when, in the space between heartbeats, he finds himself flipped over onto his back and pressed bodily into the sand. Good, he thinks. He may have forgotten, but at least he's still strong. What could have been a cold and wet experience is made pleasurable by the heat crackling between them: Cloud's expression is intense enough to shiver something low-down in his core, and when that hand moves to peel out of the glove and wrap around he column of his neckβ
His lashes flutter, and Yazoo's lips part on a wordless little sigh as though his touch could be Reunion enough. It pulls at a part of him that's never had reason to stir before: the sensation pulses through the centre of his body to pool heat between his legs, his desire for Cloud finally meeting the physical reality of arousal. The ends of pale hair soak to gunmetal-grey as the rhythmic beat of the water pulls through the strands, but that doesn't stop Yazoo from tilting his head to bare more of his throat beneath Cloud's hand.
Supplication? Hardly. Begging for more isn't in Yazoo's nature; rather, he'll challenge Cloud to take more of what he wants if he has the stomach to do it.
His right hand drifts to the sliver of space between the Buster and the other man's back. There's heat there too, caught between the weight of the metal and the curve of his spine, and Yazoo's fingers splay against the dip of his back while to keep their bodies pressed in close. It's instinctive β he understands the theory of acting on desire, certainly, but it isn't something he's experienced firsthand β but for the time being keeping their hips pulled flush seems to be just about enough to keep the ache tolerable. )
Is that what you want?
( His throat moves against Cloud's hand as he speaks, a warm reverberation. )
To choke me to silence?
( Exhaling softly, Yazoo lifts his free hand up to cup the curve of Cloud's cheek. Would he let him? No, he wouldn't, but there's something enticing about letting him play with the idea, and he arches beneath him just to feel the ripple of the charge in the air. )