Unzipped (A Meme Starter)

[Cétan]

SACRED WINGS

► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.

Cétan’s brow furrowed as he playfully smacked Agron’s hand from the zipper to his hoodie. “You do know that not every date has to conclude with us in bed, right?” He crossed his arms and pursed his lips, looking quite opposite of the intimidating ruffian he was going for which prompted a hearty laugh from his lover. Cétan shook his head with a smile, retrieving a hair band from his back pocket and coaxing long black hair into a tail. He should have known better than to think Agron would return home without complaint.

That’s not to say Cétan ever felt pressured by Agron. In fact, Cétan would bashfully admit that he enjoyed their physical time just as much, for his lover often reaffirmed his feelings allowing Cétan to know without a doubt that what they had was much more than just passing lust.

The little hairs on the back of his neck shivered when Agron moved behind him, strong arms trapping from escape. Maybe that was the wrong word. Cétan never truly wanted to escape Agron, in reality, he fervently wished to be imprisoned within his embrace forever. So much so, that whenever Agron did cradle him Cétan silently sent a prayer to the heavens that time could stop them where they were.

Agron’s hands moved to his zipper once more and this time Cétan didn’t resist, he only bowed his head and exposed his neck in sweet surrender. Savoring the warmth of Agron’s mouth as he accepted Cétan’s offering.

tag: Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Cétan

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

The moment they had returned to the residence, Agron could not control himself. He needed to touch Cetan, with both his hands and lips. His expression was of mock surprise when Cetan playfully pushed his hand away, saying that they didn’t have to end every date in sex. But … how could Agron control himself? He had quickly realized when developing this relationship with the other, that he had never felt this way about anyone before. The emotional bond between them intensified the physical one, and with that, desire that accompanied it.

"I know," he began to say in agreement as he shifted behind Cetan. He leaned forward, lips moving to Cetan’s ear, as he spoke in a hushed tone directly in it, lips practically pressed against it. "But where would the fun in that be," he said with a flirtatious and mischievous tone at once. His hands moved to Cetan’s hoodie again, slowly unzipping it as he offered his neck to him, and Agron took full advantage. With his other hand, he brushed away Cetan’s long, beautiful locks until all the skin was exposed.

Agron lowered his head, kissing along the back of his neck, gently sucking the skin between his teeth and letting his tongue soothe it over. His hand on the now opened zipper, slid under Cetan’s shirt, hiking it up without fully undressing him … yet. Instead, Agron’s hand glided over Cetan’s well formed chest, feeling the warmth of his torso, Agron feeling his own desire taking a very physical form. "You are so fucking desirable," Agron groaned against his neck, lips still trailing over it, thoroughly enjoying the contact that his hands and lips had found on the gorgeous male.