fortunefail | Appointments

[And it's a continuation of this trainwreck here.

By the time the two reach the hobbit hole, the fruit's started to reach its full effect on Yuan. He's too horny to even be ashamed about the fact that he is feeling such a thing. ... No, why should he even be ashamed? There was always mild sexual tension and unspoken affection between Kratos and himself- or so his memories claim thanks to the experiment.

The moment they've entered, Yuan will make sure to lock the door and close all the curtains in a hurry.]

[He can't help but grin at that. It's small, though.]

Hm... you certainly aren't wasting any time. [Says the man who's currently sitting on the bed, removing his boots and gloves. The fruit is beginning to reach full effect with Kratos as well, and he completely approves of the things that only seem to show that Yuan is just as eager as he is to start.]

[Removing his boots does seem like a sensible idea to Yuan as well, but it was already an endless walk to get here and he's far too eager for physical contact. Those boots can wait, because for now, he needs to do what he's been wanting to do for ages. That is, to stride up to Kratos, grab the side of his face with one hand and lean in for a kiss.]

[It feels more amazing than Kratos has ever imagined, somehow. He kisses back, already too excited for his own good. The fact that they're finally doing this, after so long, is a thrill of its own.]

[It's a thrill, indeed. Yuan settles down in his friend's lap, legs on either side of his waist, hoping to get even closer. His free hand runs up and down Kratos' chest, not too gently.]

[It's way too appealing, having Yuan in his lap like this. He likes that Yuan isn't being too gentle with the hand running up and down his chest, either--in fact, it causes him to moan softly, parting his lips for the other man. One of his hands moves to Yuan's back.]

[The parting of those lips provides the perfect opportunity for Yuan to deepen the kiss, and he won't hesitate to do so immediately. When he feels the man's hand on his back, his wings unfold themselves almost reflexively.

It feels a bit unreal to be doing this, but at the same time... He's already waited for so damn long.]

[There certainly won't be any complaints about Yuan deepening the kiss--that's what Kratos wanted. His hand avoids Yuan's wings, moving lower before trying to pull his old friend forward, threatening to topple both of them.

Perhaps another thing he wanted.]

Edited (THAT ERRRREEEEEERRR WAS NOT THERE OK) 2012-02-22 20:25 (UTC)

[Yuan was just marveling at how much time they're saving because Kratos isn't wearing much more than swimtrunks when he realizes what the man is trying to do. Looks like Kratos isn't wasting any time either. He's got no objections to this and his hand moves to Kratos' shoulder, pushing him down. Let's hope the other man takes care his wings don't get flattened too much.]

[He does. It might lead to a major mood killer otherwise.

It's amazing how arousing something as small as Yuan pushing him down can be. He continues to kiss feverishly while he finds himself under another body and rather enjoying that fact.]

[On the flipside, Yuan is enjoying being on top of another body. It's giving him the freedom to be in control of the situation himself- and to be in control of Kratos, for that matter. He finally has the man's full attention and the opportunity to manipulate him at will. A point he'll continue to illustrate by rubbing his hand along the man's chest again.]

Mm... [Kratos craves more of that touch, and it probably shows in the small things he does... such as his nails slightly digging into his Yuan's back.]

[The sensation of those nails is quite gratifying, but nothing compared to what still lies in store. Yuan breaks the kiss to draw a deep breath, before moving his attention a little lower, mouthing and sucking at Kratos' neck.]

Ah... [He digs his nails in further, moaning softly. This wasn't nearly enough for Kratos, but he's waited for so long... he can let this build up.]

[That moaning is like music to Yuan's ears. It serves to prove that he's getting to Kratos and as much as he'd like to take things further, he can't let an opportunity like this pass by without exploiting it. He keeps sucking at the man's neck, one hand still pressed against his chest while the other runs up and down Kratos' upper arm.]

[Another moan, this one possibly holding a slight tone of frustration.] Yuan... [Kratos' breath hitches as the hand on Yuan's back moves to gently brush against the feathers of the other man's wings.]

[Yuan's eyebrows contract into a mild frown at that frustrated moan. The way he sees it, Kratos has no reason to be frustrated. A notion he forgets all about the moment fingers brush past his feathers, causing a moan of his own to escape him.

Damn that felt good.

He shifts his position a bit, moving his right knee between Kratos' legs so he can press up against the man's crotch.]

[Oh, did Yuan like that? He'll repeat the action then, elegantly stroking his fingers along the feathers. The pressing against his crotch doesn't go unnoticed, though, and he groans--it's probably become evident of how aroused he's become.]

[The moment Kratos' fingers brush past a particulary sensitive spot, Yuan's wings twitch uneasily and he ends up sucking at the man's neck so harshly it's bound to leave a painful mark. He couldn't really stop himself and he doesn't even think to apologize.]

[He winces in pain.] Ah--! [He finds that the action didn't just inflict pain on his person, though. On the contrary, it was also rather--]

...Yuan...

[There's a brief moment where Yuan experiences remorse for his slip-up, but Kratos' following response is a bit confusing. He breaks away a bit, though not even to make eye contact.]

... Did you enjoy that?

I...

[Is there even a reason to lie about it? He had enjoyed it. He wants Yuan to do more of that.] I did enjoy it. What do you intend to do about it?

[Was that a challenge? It certainly sounded like one.]

That should be obvious. [He returns to sucking at Kratos' neck, this time more harshly than before, slowly making his way down to the man's shoulder and collarbone.]

Nnngh! [His hand retreats from Yuan's wings and lowers, nails resuming their digging. His other hand grips the covers below him as he decides that he really wants to be free of his swim trunks soon.]

[He's definitely getting to Kratos, now. The nails digging into his back are nice, but the layer of cloth in-between reminds him that he's still wearing a shirt. He reluctanly breaks free from Kratos' grip to move into a sitting position, so he can take the damn thing off.]

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