[ Lyney doesn’t make it clear what he thinks will happen at the end of this but Wriothesley is warm and he’s drawn. Captivated by tired smiles, strong hands and a voice that knots his stomach. It was curiosity first, infatuation and attraction but now he’s seeing a risk worth the reward. A selfish want he doesn’t know the core of.
Did he need to? Did he need to know the method behind the magic this time?
The kiss captured him and he’s practically whimpering into the slow workings of Wriothesley’s offer. He barely has a chance to kiss back before he’s pulling away and he longs for it more than he did when he was the only pushing the Duke for affection.
Their gaze doesn’t break and they’re left in this middle ground again. Two small hands take hold of a cut jaw, agreeing to terms and rules with his own kiss. Lyney is far more rough but he kisses deep — mouth open and teeth catching his bottom lip. Chasing that taste sweet on his tongue and trying to find sense of this all. None is there, so he doesn’t stop — not when the Duke is on the ropes again. The opportunist doesn’t care about what happens next, for now it validates something in him and banishes the cold all the same.
He pulls back eventually, two hands instead dragging down to the texture of his shirt to steady himself. ]
I want you in ways I didn’t know I did.
[ Shaky and heavy words but they’re real, peppered kisses catch Wriothesley’s jaw, working down to the side of his neck. ]
This moment is ours — no one else’s. No stage, no titles. Just us.
no subject
Did he need to? Did he need to know the method behind the magic this time?
The kiss captured him and he’s practically whimpering into the slow workings of Wriothesley’s offer. He barely has a chance to kiss back before he’s pulling away and he longs for it more than he did when he was the only pushing the Duke for affection.
Their gaze doesn’t break and they’re left in this middle ground again. Two small hands take hold of a cut jaw, agreeing to terms and rules with his own kiss. Lyney is far more rough but he kisses deep — mouth open and teeth catching his bottom lip. Chasing that taste sweet on his tongue and trying to find sense of this all. None is there, so he doesn’t stop — not when the Duke is on the ropes again. The opportunist doesn’t care about what happens next, for now it validates something in him and banishes the cold all the same.
He pulls back eventually, two hands instead dragging down to the texture of his shirt to steady himself. ]
I want you in ways I didn’t know I did.
[ Shaky and heavy words but they’re real, peppered kisses catch Wriothesley’s jaw, working down to the side of his neck. ]
This moment is ours — no one else’s. No stage, no titles. Just us.