[ Wise can't help the startled noise that escapes him when Lighter flips their positions again, his eyes blown wide out of the initial shock before a faint flush colours his face. The boxer's frame easily dwarfs his own, and when he could feel the heat of Lighter's skin, it draws out a soft whine at the exquisite sensation of being pressed so close. His fingers seek purchase on the fabric of Lighter's shirt as their mouths crash into each other again, holding onto him as if he's the only thing stopping Wise from falling.
It's overwhelming, every little bit that Lighter does, the way he touches him, the way he kisses him like a man starved. Wise isn't used to such intensity despite having spent more time with Lighter lately, but he's drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Lighter burns brighter than the sun, than any fire he's ever witnessed in his life. He whimpers as the man licks a path towards his ear, his head tilting to give him better access as his hands move to wind around that strong back. ]
Lighter—
[ A soft plea, murmured against the man's hair when his head turns to chase after him. He guides the man's arms to help him peel off the ripped shirt, allowing him to explore every counter and dip of muscle he can reach. His fingers are careful as he maps out every scar, wondering quietly what kinds of stories they must hold.
But rather than ask, Wise shifts closer to press a kiss, soft and fleeting, on the largest one going down his shoulder. It's not like he has any idea how to keep up with Lighter's pace, so he's acting upon his own selfish and simple desires instead. ]
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It's overwhelming, every little bit that Lighter does, the way he touches him, the way he kisses him like a man starved. Wise isn't used to such intensity despite having spent more time with Lighter lately, but he's drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Lighter burns brighter than the sun, than any fire he's ever witnessed in his life. He whimpers as the man licks a path towards his ear, his head tilting to give him better access as his hands move to wind around that strong back.
]
Lighter—
[ A soft plea, murmured against the man's hair when his head turns to chase after him. He guides the man's arms to help him peel off the ripped shirt, allowing him to explore every counter and dip of muscle he can reach. His fingers are careful as he maps out every scar, wondering quietly what kinds of stories they must hold.
But rather than ask, Wise shifts closer to press a kiss, soft and fleeting, on the largest one going down his shoulder. It's not like he has any idea how to keep up with Lighter's pace, so he's acting upon his own selfish and simple desires instead. ]