09-08-2024, 11:31 PM
Hayden’s body was flawless, unmarked by imperfection, and he knew it. He positioned himself like a sculpture—laid on his side, his elbow propping up his face, his pose both deliberate and effortless. He knew exactly who he was and what effect he had. The showmanship was intoxicating, and Seven watched with rapt attention, unable to tear his eyes away.
When Hayden teased him about the future, Seven allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. But it wasn’t long before his gaze was drawn downward, following the slow, deliberate movement of Hayden’s hand as it trailed up his own thigh. The gesture was pure invitation, and Seven was happy to oblige, letting out a low murmur of approval before moving to join him.
Starting at Hayden’s ankle, he cradled the other man’s calf in his hands, his touch gentle but purposeful. His lips followed the path of his palms, barely brushing against the skin as he hovered over him. The low light cast soft shadows over the curve of Hayden’s thigh, accentuating the taut lines of muscle. As Seven’s hands roamed higher, the pressure of his touch deepened, savoring the firm resistance of flesh beneath his fingers.
He paused just shy of Hayden’s inner thigh, teasingly close but not quite there, before shifting his weight to lie fully atop him. The air between them thickened with anticipation, their bodies aligned, heat radiating in the space where their skin and flesh met.
Seven’s eyes locked onto Hayden’s, the shadows playing around them, obscuring the full depth of what lay beneath. He wondered what Hayden saw in him in that moment, what thoughts flickered behind those half-lidded eyes.
His fingers traced a slow line along Hayden’s cheek, a soft caress that belied the growing tension between them. His hair fell forward, brushing their faces, mingling as their lips hovered inches apart, close enough to share breath.
“That sounded very nice,” Seven murmured, his voice a soft rasp, lips barely grazing Hayden’s. A playful, hungry smile curled at the edge of his mouth. “But let’s see if we can get you a little more practice.”
When Hayden teased him about the future, Seven allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. But it wasn’t long before his gaze was drawn downward, following the slow, deliberate movement of Hayden’s hand as it trailed up his own thigh. The gesture was pure invitation, and Seven was happy to oblige, letting out a low murmur of approval before moving to join him.
Starting at Hayden’s ankle, he cradled the other man’s calf in his hands, his touch gentle but purposeful. His lips followed the path of his palms, barely brushing against the skin as he hovered over him. The low light cast soft shadows over the curve of Hayden’s thigh, accentuating the taut lines of muscle. As Seven’s hands roamed higher, the pressure of his touch deepened, savoring the firm resistance of flesh beneath his fingers.
He paused just shy of Hayden’s inner thigh, teasingly close but not quite there, before shifting his weight to lie fully atop him. The air between them thickened with anticipation, their bodies aligned, heat radiating in the space where their skin and flesh met.
Seven’s eyes locked onto Hayden’s, the shadows playing around them, obscuring the full depth of what lay beneath. He wondered what Hayden saw in him in that moment, what thoughts flickered behind those half-lidded eyes.
His fingers traced a slow line along Hayden’s cheek, a soft caress that belied the growing tension between them. His hair fell forward, brushing their faces, mingling as their lips hovered inches apart, close enough to share breath.
“That sounded very nice,” Seven murmured, his voice a soft rasp, lips barely grazing Hayden’s. A playful, hungry smile curled at the edge of his mouth. “But let’s see if we can get you a little more practice.”