The noise he makes is choking. Tangles high against his tongue, shuddering deep within his own throat— chased by a sharper gasp that’s lost to empty air only a moment later. No words, no curses no attempts at coyness, now.
His hold on Fenris twitches, but he keeps from bearing down even as the whole of his own body locks into a contorted hunch: all spine and lean muscle, all trembling right down to the air squeezed out between the gaps in his fangs as he spills himself shamelessly across the flat of Fenris’ tongue—
Shuddering still once it’s done. Panting so softly that it’s more ambient than present sound, lost to his ringing ears.
And it only occurs to him then that this is the first time he’s done this for himself.
The first time he’s let someone have him for themselves alone. For the simple pleasure of it. For satisfaction without puppeting strings attached. Careful when he pulls himself away.
no subject
His hold on Fenris twitches, but he keeps from bearing down even as the whole of his own body locks into a contorted hunch: all spine and lean muscle, all trembling right down to the air squeezed out between the gaps in his fangs as he spills himself shamelessly across the flat of Fenris’ tongue—
Shuddering still once it’s done. Panting so softly that it’s more ambient than present sound, lost to his ringing ears.
And it only occurs to him then that this is the first time he’s done this for himself.
The first time he’s let someone have him for themselves alone. For the simple pleasure of it. For satisfaction without puppeting strings attached. Careful when he pulls himself away.
And perhaps a little reluctant to let go.