[Somehow, despite the start to their date, Liem had not truly expected that the end of it would find him here, with Set murmuring in his ear and and his fingers once again undoing the buttons of his clothes. He hadn't really expected to be desired, despite everything. When was the last time that someone fucked him while they were clear of mind, not dizzied with liquor or reeling from someone else's rejection? This outing has been no drunken whim. And he'd grown so used to the tease of Set's ruthless willingness to touch him that he'd neglected to imagine it might be anything more.
Yet, somehow, it is. A soft suggestion of a laugh escapes him as he lets the hand slide free from his gentle grip, at the murmured question at his ear.]
Doesn't that go without saying?
[Cool hands find Set's arms, skim up, over his shoulders and the sides of his throat to frame his jaw as he tilts his face up to meet that chaste kiss. He is a little shy about it; as ever, that first parting of his lips carries both hunger and apprehension, an invitation — not always accepted — to meet that cool mouth and those sharp teeth with the warm balm of desire. And still his hands cradle Set's face, and still he lets that kiss pull him in, irresistibly, like he's been longing for nothing else but this.]
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Yet, somehow, it is. A soft suggestion of a laugh escapes him as he lets the hand slide free from his gentle grip, at the murmured question at his ear.]
Doesn't that go without saying?
[Cool hands find Set's arms, skim up, over his shoulders and the sides of his throat to frame his jaw as he tilts his face up to meet that chaste kiss. He is a little shy about it; as ever, that first parting of his lips carries both hunger and apprehension, an invitation — not always accepted — to meet that cool mouth and those sharp teeth with the warm balm of desire. And still his hands cradle Set's face, and still he lets that kiss pull him in, irresistibly, like he's been longing for nothing else but this.]