These Dreams | nutmeg
Sweaty fingers clasped eagerly onto hot skin as
sticky-sweet kisses were exchanged.
His
mouth tasted distinctly of cum as he pushed his member deep within the
body beneath him, which released a pleased moan in reply.
He
thrust again and again, moving deeper and harder to illicit more cries
from his partner. Then he moved down, his lips once again claiming
those below him, smoothering the cries with heated passion. The two
tongues pressed together, battled and surged, moving in an ancient
dance as part of a ritual older than human memory.
Gasping for
the air that had been stolen from him by his desire, he felt his body
begin to tremble in response to the sensations that were crawling up
his spine. He was close. So close...
Hyde awoke with a soft
cry, siting up and clutching the blankets to his chest. It had been
only a dream, nothing more. Still, the dream had had an effect on him,
as he noticed by the tension of his body and the tenting of the covers
over a certain part of his anatomy.
"Baby? What's wrong?" The
soft voice cooed before also noticing the irregularity of their
bedding. "Let me deal with that. so you can get back to sleep."
Gackt smirked softly, then slipped beneath the sheets to assist his
distraught lover.