The second his arms are free, they go around Harvestman's neck as Arashi surges into that ferocious kiss, fingers combing through dark hair and doing absolutely nothing to help Harvestman shed the robe. Instead he drinks up the attention, indulging in it shamelessly, and wordlessly coaxing more with every little stroking touch.
His breath leaves him sharply when his back hits the wood, and he sucks it back with a ragged moan, his hips rolling almost unconsciously up into that touch. Even as his insides smolder with steady impatience, he lets himself enjoy the slow burn, gasping his approval for Harvestman's mouth and raking his fingernails again over whatever skin he can reach. The silk of his robe is mostly a tangle around his waist, sleeves still half-draped in the crook of each elbow, and he writhes with eagerness and rolls his head back with a whine.
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Date: 2014-06-21 06:27 am (UTC)His breath leaves him sharply when his back hits the wood, and he sucks it back with a ragged moan, his hips rolling almost unconsciously up into that touch. Even as his insides smolder with steady impatience, he lets himself enjoy the slow burn, gasping his approval for Harvestman's mouth and raking his fingernails again over whatever skin he can reach. The silk of his robe is mostly a tangle around his waist, sleeves still half-draped in the crook of each elbow, and he writhes with eagerness and rolls his head back with a whine.
"John."