[Matt can't help it -- he laughs, some of the feverish, worshipful, slightly-brainwashed spell broken in the face of Lance's awkward, achingly teenage-appropriate reaction. It's a bright sound, genuine and bursting out of his chest so suddenly that there's a cacophony of fluttering kicks against where Lance's hand rests on his stomach.]
You're cute. [He says it approvingly, pushing forward, surprising strength hidden under the gentle, soft curves of his reformed body. He's easily able to press Lance onto his back in the sand, kneeling over him, braid sliding over one shoulder, laid bare by a robe that's already coming loose, as if in response to their actions. Matt's skin is silky-soft, freckled and pale and sunkissed somehow, even in the middle of space, and there's a red-hued bite mark where neck and shoulder meet. The tooth marks are too sharp to be humanoid, but they haven't drawn blood, suggesting that their owner was careful, gentle when they used their teeth on Matt.
Shifting so his knees are on either side of Lance's waist, hands on his shoulders, Matt pauses to catch his breath, even that short motion enough to leave him winded. It's more noticeable now that he's completely naked under the robe, which slides open enough in the front to show the soft swell of his chest, rides up on his thighs which are bare and heated, gripping to Lance's hips. He exhales, reaching up and pushing a curl out of his face.] You're so young, but you're so cute.
[Then he's ducking down for another kiss, this one slow, lingering, teeth and tongue coaxing at Lance's lower lip, drawing it into the older boy's mouth to suck at.] Try and tell me you haven't thought about it. [He murmurs this, one hand sliding down to where Lance's stomach is still flat, lean.] Tell me you don't ache for it.
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You're cute. [He says it approvingly, pushing forward, surprising strength hidden under the gentle, soft curves of his reformed body. He's easily able to press Lance onto his back in the sand, kneeling over him, braid sliding over one shoulder, laid bare by a robe that's already coming loose, as if in response to their actions. Matt's skin is silky-soft, freckled and pale and sunkissed somehow, even in the middle of space, and there's a red-hued bite mark where neck and shoulder meet. The tooth marks are too sharp to be humanoid, but they haven't drawn blood, suggesting that their owner was careful, gentle when they used their teeth on Matt.
Shifting so his knees are on either side of Lance's waist, hands on his shoulders, Matt pauses to catch his breath, even that short motion enough to leave him winded. It's more noticeable now that he's completely naked under the robe, which slides open enough in the front to show the soft swell of his chest, rides up on his thighs which are bare and heated, gripping to Lance's hips. He exhales, reaching up and pushing a curl out of his face.] You're so young, but you're so cute.
[Then he's ducking down for another kiss, this one slow, lingering, teeth and tongue coaxing at Lance's lower lip, drawing it into the older boy's mouth to suck at.] Try and tell me you haven't thought about it. [He murmurs this, one hand sliding down to where Lance's stomach is still flat, lean.] Tell me you don't ache for it.