Atem doesn't mind taking charge, not in the least, especially when it earns him sounds like Ryou's making right now. But it's not often Ryou leans in to do what he wants. Not with this kind of energy. Atem breathes out a sigh that makes his chest buzz louder, as that hand goes up his thigh; it's a clearly approving sound, and he shifts his body closer to the edge of the countertop, so that more of him can be in contact with more of Ryou.
He really likes that touch. He likes the sounds Ryou's making. This isn't a slow melting of metal in his heart, not this time -- now, it feels like his skin is flashpaper, like his blood is gunpowder, and everything's lighting up at once.
When the kiss breaks for air, Atem takes hold of the side of Ryou's face with one hand, sliding fingers up his temple into his hair, short of breath.]
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Atem doesn't mind taking charge, not in the least, especially when it earns him sounds like Ryou's making right now. But it's not often Ryou leans in to do what he wants. Not with this kind of energy. Atem breathes out a sigh that makes his chest buzz louder, as that hand goes up his thigh; it's a clearly approving sound, and he shifts his body closer to the edge of the countertop, so that more of him can be in contact with more of Ryou.
He really likes that touch. He likes the sounds Ryou's making. This isn't a slow melting of metal in his heart, not this time -- now, it feels like his skin is flashpaper, like his blood is gunpowder, and everything's lighting up at once.
When the kiss breaks for air, Atem takes hold of the side of Ryou's face with one hand, sliding fingers up his temple into his hair, short of breath.]
Go on.
[It's literally a purr.]
Unless you'd rather take this back to bed...