Room for Thought

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael gladly moved closer to Dare, completely willing to be engulfed by him. He welcomed the heat from the kiss, feeling it mix with the natural body heat coming from Dare to make his heart pound in his ears. His hand fell down to Dare's side, a pleasant thought coming to his mind at the memory of what had happened the last time he had done the same thing.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare smiled into the kiss, the feel of Michael's hand against his body sending a light thrill to the spot. He remembered last time, when he'd lost his balance, and shifted forward, drawing teasingly closer. The kiss grew looser, more playful, yet somehow, no less heated for it. They were both in this to enjoy themselves, and everything just seemed to come naturally.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael grinned and focused on Dare's lower lip, mimicking what Dare had done the last time, biting it lightly in between letting his tongue run over it. The hand on Dare's side spread, pulling him that much closer, and Michael debated breaking contact with his other hand to bring up. After a moment's indecision he squeezed Dare's hand lightly before pulling his away to run through Dare's hair.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's hand, free now, swept up to Michael's side, fingers curving around to his back. His other hand stroked against the side of Michael's neck, exploring, knowing Michael trusted his hands, though he'd shied away from being kissed there last time. He just wanted the sensation of touching him, seeing the curves in his mind's eye as his fingers slid over them.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael pressed his neck into the touches, urging him on. At the touch on his back, Michael leaned towards Dare as he let his own hand curve farther around Dare's back. He spread the hand that was in Dare's hair out, tilting his head and abandoning the lower lip he had been working on to explore the whole mouth. He tasted and stroked, oblivious to the fact that he had made the kiss deeper again despite Dare's playful motions a few moments before.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare flowed with the returning intensity, his mouth widening, inviting more. He already leaned over his knee, but with the growing heat, he couldn't help leaning just a little more, bringing his upper body lightly against the hard plane of Michael's. His hand at Michael's side shifted, sliding to his back, long fingers spreading against him, trying to ground them both a little. He wasn't worried about losing control so much as forgetting himself enough that he wasn't aware, that he might not remember this feeling later.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael wrapped his arm even farther around Dare's back, accepting the contact of their chests. He let his mouth and tongue move wherever it seemed right and let his hand drop to Dare's neck, wrapping around and pulling him closer. He could feel himself losing control, his mind had left long before, and, instead of running from it, he chased it down and hoped that it meant the session wouldn't end with him making Dare stop again.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's arm slid further around Michael, embracing him, only partially surrounding him, but enough to be some small relief and comfort in everything welling between them. The hand at Michael's neck firmed, then swept up, fingers spearing into his hair, holding him steady as that glow between them grew almost blinding. Dare didn't ask any more, made no demands, even if his body was whispering suggestions to the contrary.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael pulled Dare against him, the contact alone intoxicating. It was a good way to distract himself from the feeling growing in him that he needed more than just the kiss, though it was slowly becoming too much to resist. His arm tightened around Dare, refusing to let him go until he was ready. His body was tingling and shivers raced up and down his spine, sprouting from the touches in his hair.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare raised half off the couch, his upper body pressing hard against Michael's. His brows knitted at the strength of the growing passion coursing through his veins. His hands firmed, one curling against a palmful of hair, the other catching at the back of Michael's shirt, and it was all he could do not to press just an inch farther and topple them again. But Dare was waging his own wars between his body and his increasingly dizzy mind; he didn't want to ruin this, didn't want to take it too far.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael leaned back against the back of the couch to steady them, his other arm finally breaking away from Dare's neck to wrap around him. He was oddly fascinated by the feel of the straight lines of Dare's body when he was used to the softer curves of the girls he had been with. Unlike the last time, though, he wasn't overwhelmed, and he could let himself enjoy it for the moment.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

The feel of Michael's arms around him, the quiet strength pulling him in, sent a wave of heat washing through Dare. He lifted further onto the knee pressed into the couch at Michael's side, keeping the firm pressure of their bodies constant as they kissed. His arm, trapped between Michael and the couch, shifted, pulled free, and his hand curved against Michael's side, debated, then swept slowly up, one stroke for curiosity's sake.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael felt his lips curve in a smile from that stroke, pausing in the kiss for half a second before going right back into it, his arms tightening. Then one hand traveled up Dare's back, spreading out to take him in. The new feel of his upper back beneath Michael's hand brought back the realization of the differences between Dare and the girls he had been with before. While he knew that it was different, it was still odd feeling it.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's muscles shifted beneath Michael's hand, a subtle motion as his arm moved. His hand swept back down Michael's side, taking in the firm muscles, the strength pinned between his weight and the couch. That slight sense of power was drugging, and if at all possible, the kiss intensified further. Dare balanced against his knee as it pressed close to Michael's thigh, but his other leg stretched in front of the couch, foot just on the floor for balance. All his attention was focused on the kiss right now.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael let his hand move over Dare's back, marveling at the feel of the strong muscles moving beneath his palm. It was a good feeling, the warm press of Dare's body on his, around his, he found. Dare's leg was pressed against his, comforting and right. Michael almost wished he could stay just like this, so intense, but not so much that he couldn't stand it.