These touches, this attention, all of it conspires to reduce his bones to liquid, as indicated by the needy way that his body ripples toward Harvestman's hands and mouth. All of it is slow and fluid, unhurried, but Arashi is breathless and panting already, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss.
He doesn't so much as smirk in response. Instead, Arashi weaves his fingers around Harvestman's hand and wrist and seals his lips around the vampire's fingers with an audible moan, reverently stroking skin with his fingertips. His tongue slips between Harvestman's fingers and at first everything is quick and teasing, little licks back and forth, but then Arashi's tongue curls and drags along them and he sucks and lets his eyes fall shut in a parody of absolute bliss.
Only once does he draw them out, to gasp for breath that he shouldn't need, and he leaves hungry bites against Harvestman's fingers in the meantime, arching his back and rolling his hips like water. When he opens his eyes again, there is bright and wicked lust in their black depths. "John, please..."
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Date: 2014-07-01 03:46 am (UTC)He doesn't so much as smirk in response. Instead, Arashi weaves his fingers around Harvestman's hand and wrist and seals his lips around the vampire's fingers with an audible moan, reverently stroking skin with his fingertips. His tongue slips between Harvestman's fingers and at first everything is quick and teasing, little licks back and forth, but then Arashi's tongue curls and drags along them and he sucks and lets his eyes fall shut in a parody of absolute bliss.
Only once does he draw them out, to gasp for breath that he shouldn't need, and he leaves hungry bites against Harvestman's fingers in the meantime, arching his back and rolling his hips like water. When he opens his eyes again, there is bright and wicked lust in their black depths. "John, please..."