|
|
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 13:12:38 GMT -5
Michael turned his attentions to that spot, marking it lightly for possible later use if he wanted to try for the reaction again. It didn't sink in how low Dare's hands were, only that the movements of Dare's fingers felt good against his skin. His eyebrows came together at the feeling and a low sigh came from his lips, but he didn't pull away, his mind so deep into the familiar haze that it didn't even begin to send off alerts.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 13:30:30 GMT -5
Dare's brows creased at the persistent pressure of Michael's mouth against that spot, his breath picking up again as his body demanded more air, more fuel to cope. He felt Michael's sigh as much as he heard it, and it only encouraged him. His hands didn't drop any further, but firmed against Michael, his thumbs sweeping against the center of his abdomen. He couldn't think, didn't want to think. He just wanted more of this, more of what Michael was doing to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 13:42:57 GMT -5
Michael's stomach tucked slightly away from Dare's thumbs, almost as though afraid of the pleasure it brought. He pressed his lips one last time to the spot in the crook of Dare's neck before starting back up towards his jaw. His hands wandered and the one behind Dare came around to the front and they began to mirror one another again, moving against his chest and upper arms.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 13:47:29 GMT -5
Dare felt that small retreat, and though it hardly registered in his mind, his body responded. Dare's hands shifted, slid around Michael's sides, then down to his hips. He stopped himself from going any farther, but it took a great deal of effort. He wanted to press himself against Michael. He still couldn't seem to move though. He was holding on to Michael, thoroughly enjoying the ride, and he'd lost himself so much that pushing ahead wasn't a viable option. He'd gotten to the point where he needed Michael to guide him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 14:00:12 GMT -5
Michael hovered for a moment away from Dare's lips before giving in and kissing him. His hands moved to the sides of Dare's neck and up, into his hair to pull him closer, if it was possible. It was a relief in and of itself to be kissing Dare again, and Michael tried to keep it from being frantic, focusing his energy into it and the result was a deep, intense kiss full of emotion and tension.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 14:08:00 GMT -5
Dare's brows knitted again, the power of the kiss immediately dizzying. He needed more support, before he toppled over, so his hands shifted, one sliding between Michael's lower back and the couch, and the other rising. He braced his arm against the back of the couch again, and his hand speared into Michael's hair, curling slightly against his head. This was so much more than it had ever been, even before Dare moved. He needed balance, but he couldn't think. He rose up further onto the knee closest to Michael, and the other moved over him, straddling him on the couch, though he didn't lower, didn't let anything touch beyond the light press of the insides of his knees to the outsides of Michael's thighs.
|
|
|
|
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 14:31:41 GMT -5
The contact sent shocks through Michael racing from his legs to the tips of his fingers and back down to settle low in his abdomen. Two parts of him warred for dominance, the same scared part that had brought him away from Dare's thumb arguing with the side that said it felt good and that there was no reason to stop. He attempted a compromise and tried to slow the kiss slightly, just enough to start getting his mind back.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 14:36:35 GMT -5
As much as Dare might have taken the more dominant position back, he was still letting Michael lead, so when the kiss slowed, he matched it without issue. His head was still spinning, and he gave no thought toward why the kiss was slowing, or whether the position he was in had anything to do with it. The hand against the couch sifted lightly through Michael's hair, and the other slid back from behind him, then up to Michael's waist.
|
|
|
|
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 14:47:34 GMT -5
Michael continued to slow the kiss until it was a slow, smooth motion and it felt odd to have his hands at Dare's neck. So they slid down his chest and around to rest lightly on his sides. The burning in Michael's stomach seemed to lessen slightly, though only to a dull throb that begged for some kind of relief, though Michael knew with the small bit of his mind that was actually able to think that it would go away with time.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 16:37:37 GMT -5
Dare was still lost in the moment, still following Michael's lead, so as the kiss slowed, rather than pushing it back into intensity, he went with it, his body still pulsing with every beat of his heart. Dare firmly refused himself the relief of pressing himself to Michael, no matter how much he wanted it. This was too good to bring to a sudden stop, or worse, to regret later. Dare said as much with the kiss as his mind filtered back into use.
|
|
|
|
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 16:58:15 GMT -5
Michael pulled in a slow breath, then released it just as slowly as the kiss wound to a stop. It wasn't truly a stop, though, because Michael's lips didn't seem to get the message and kept pressing light kisses to Dare's. His hands moved over Dare's sides as he tried to get his blood to cool from the intensity of the past few minutes. He slowly started to realize the position they were in, and it made him shift slightly underneath, though it only made his legs brush Dare's.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 17:26:18 GMT -5
That slight motion sent twin jolts of electricity up Dare's legs, and an echoing shiver down his spine. He inhaled a quick breath and opened his eyes just slightly to look at Michael from beneath his lashes. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he asked, still somewhat breathless. He couldn't resist, and he leaned closer again, brushing the bridge of his nose softly against the side of Michael's. His lips quirked. "In a hulking, masculine way," he added, his voice light with humor.
|
|
|
|
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 17:39:29 GMT -5
A soft laugh came from deep in Michael's throat and he shook his head lightly. There was Emilian, but he didn't think that he had any place in the Room of Requirement, even just by name. "Not beautiful, no," he said. Beautiful wasn't one that was used, anyway. He met Dare's eyes for a second but dropped them then when he felt the color rising up his neck and towards his face.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 17:58:21 GMT -5
"Well, you are," Dare murmured. He looked at Michael again for a moment, then brought their lips together for a soft kiss. His legs were beginning to protest his half-hovering, wanting to bend back and sit, but he firmly resisted. He didn't want to move either, too happy with where he was to pull back, so he told his legs to just deal with it and nuzzled against Michael again.
|
|
|
|
Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 18:09:01 GMT -5
Michael was amazed at how that made his heart swell, and he found himself murmuring so are you in Dare's ear. His hands moved down Dare's sides and farther, over his hips and outside his thighs to rest on his knees. He kissed Dare lightly, and when he stopped he didn't pull away farther than in inch, their noses still touched as he spoke, "I thought you said you were going to paint your nails, too." He raised an eyebrow and his lips curved as his eyes sparkled in humor.
|
|
