Two Men In A Tub (A Meme Starter)

[Cétan]

SACRED WINGS

✗ Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

If there was one thing Cétan was learning, it was that Agron was quite possibly the most persuasive person he’d ever come across in his twenty two years on Earth. His light colored eyes and puppy dog face were nearly impossible to turn down, so while Cétan wanted nothing more than to hibernate after their latest horizontal tumble, he found himself embedded and engulfed with his lover in a tub not quite big enough for two. But it wasn’t too bad, he thought, as Agron’s arms circled around him and drew him back towards his chest.

It was silly, the quiet embarrassment that he felt while resting in Agron’s embrace. They had connected their bodies several times before but Cétan couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability he had when naked with Agron and not engaged in sex. It kind of felt like Agron could pierce through his skin and see the soul underneath. Frightening to be sure, but also exhilarating to be so exposed and know that Agron took that soul as he was. All his flaws and failures…

Cétan shyly threaded thin fingers between Agron’s, a sheepish smile forming to accompany heavy lidded eyes. Agron’s hands were manly, rough and aggressive when they needed to be, but only Cétan knew how they were also gentle and considerate.

Steam from the water clouded his mind, along with Agron’s hot breath at the nape of his neck. Yeah, he thought, this wasn’t too bad at all.

tag: Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Cétan

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

It was moments like these that Agron found the ultimate solace. Whenever he was in the company of the man that he was falling in love with … if he wasn’t there already. Something about Cétan was just so damn amazing. His presence was a need that Agron hadn’t realized he was so deprived of all his life. So whenever he could hold him, touch him, kiss him, physically – and verbally – express the emotions that he felt toward him, he would. And not just during sex. But tender moments like these, where they were engulfed in each other in the bath tub, were incredible. This was true intimacy, for with Cétan it was not simply about sex. It never had been. Cétan was special, and Agron wanted to make sure he damn well knew it.

He wrapped his arm around Cétan, holding him against him so that Cétan’s back was against Agron’s chest, having him seated in his lap and feeling his body so perfectly fit against his own. His hand reached for the soap, slowly moving it over and down Cétan’s first chest, then along his thigh, while Agron’s lips sought his neck, placing kisses against his skin while his hands moved over his body to lather him in soap. "You feel so damn good," he moaned against his skin. Agron wondered if there would ever be a time where he could truly keep his hands off of Cétan … and part of him already knew that there never would be.