[ He's so gentle it might trick someone into believing this is okay: ignoring the hands lifted to stop him, being told to wait — to stop, essentially — and closing the distance anyway, Zephir takes Iggy's hands in his, curls his fingers and guides them to his chest. Head angled, he leans down until they're barely an inch apart, one careful kiss leading to parting the young man's lips with his tongue, fingers pressing on his cheeks to force the mouth open. Less than a mouthful of sludge pours into Iggy, sticky and sweet. Black honey.
Zephir licks his own lips clean when he comes back up, forceful hand now caressing the man he just claimed. Temporarily, of course. This one belongs to his other half. ]
cw consent what consent
[ He's so gentle it might trick someone into believing this is okay: ignoring the hands lifted to stop him, being told to wait — to stop, essentially — and closing the distance anyway, Zephir takes Iggy's hands in his, curls his fingers and guides them to his chest. Head angled, he leans down until they're barely an inch apart, one careful kiss leading to parting the young man's lips with his tongue, fingers pressing on his cheeks to force the mouth open. Less than a mouthful of sludge pours into Iggy, sticky and sweet. Black honey.
Zephir licks his own lips clean when he comes back up, forceful hand now caressing the man he just claimed. Temporarily, of course. This one belongs to his other half. ]
It's better this way. I promise.