09-21-2022, 09:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-21-2022, 09:45 PM by Jay Carpenter.)
Yes, they were gross. Yes, Nox’s lips tasted of salt and ash. Yes, both their bad breath probably cancelled each other out. Jay wasn’t crazed out of his mind (debatable) and had no short-term plans on stripping Nox to nothing and doing him against the wall. He just let the moment take them both. Thrill and victory and bloody relief to be alive was the kind of thing that couldn’t be ignored. And nobody else on earth knew what Nox they went through except Jay. It was a bond that would never be broken and he wanted to caress and devour and drink in the human being that shared the other half of that bond in order to never forget it.
He ran his hands tight through Nox’s hair, squeezed the back of his scalp, knuckles digging painfully into the rock beneath, and cradled the back of his skull with his palm to make it more comfortable. There was an awareness that he was pulled closer in return. That feeling of acceptance for all their flaws and being desired in return was intoxicating. Jay barely heard Nox’s resistance. He definitely didn’t feel any resistance.
Finally, he separated just a bit. Just enough to open his eyes and remember some of where they were. The darkness was looming. They’d both released the power and the only lamps were the flashlights dropped on the ground in their haste to escape. Nox’s face was riddled with shadows. His hair jet-black in the low light. The silence after all the roaring and fighting was deafening. They were miles underground and an eternity away from the rest of the world. Jay's whisper of a response felt much louder than it was.
“Promise to what? Not die? Don’t worry, I got you,” he said and pushed a hand under the waist of Nox’s pants with a knowing grin. Nothing too serious would happen without the proper supplies (including a shower, because: gross), but they could both use a bit off the top.
He ran his hands tight through Nox’s hair, squeezed the back of his scalp, knuckles digging painfully into the rock beneath, and cradled the back of his skull with his palm to make it more comfortable. There was an awareness that he was pulled closer in return. That feeling of acceptance for all their flaws and being desired in return was intoxicating. Jay barely heard Nox’s resistance. He definitely didn’t feel any resistance.
Finally, he separated just a bit. Just enough to open his eyes and remember some of where they were. The darkness was looming. They’d both released the power and the only lamps were the flashlights dropped on the ground in their haste to escape. Nox’s face was riddled with shadows. His hair jet-black in the low light. The silence after all the roaring and fighting was deafening. They were miles underground and an eternity away from the rest of the world. Jay's whisper of a response felt much louder than it was.
“Promise to what? Not die? Don’t worry, I got you,” he said and pushed a hand under the waist of Nox’s pants with a knowing grin. Nothing too serious would happen without the proper supplies (including a shower, because: gross), but they could both use a bit off the top.
Only darkness shows you the light.