[Part of him isn't at all surprised its going the way its going, their bodies intertwining as if glowing skin is impossible to pull away from sullen flesh. The fabric between them seems a subtle annoyance, the blanket that had once covered their knees pulled away by his own hand as he leans back, lets Kaspar settle in glowing radiance below. His face feels like its burning, and he gasps out a whine - it must be hunger. He's known hunger of a kind, before, staring at bare tables and sullen faces of family, but this is different. How can hunger, such an insidious feeling, light up his senses like this, make his eyes shine bright? Kaspar pulls him out, already half-hard with no shame to be felt, and his eyelashes flutter as the man's tongue slides lovingly over him.]
[Its funny. Before, he had felt a little bad about not bringing something to feast on for the campfire, too focused on the materials for the fire itself. Now, perhaps that fire is the feast, here, deposited in Kaspar's hands for him to consume as much as he wants. His grapevines feed on his blood. Let Kaspar feed on him too, and break him down when all is said and done.]
Ah. Hey. [A breathless tone of voice still infused with warmth comes. His hand reaches forward to brush through the man's hair, ever soft, before giving it a tug of encouragement. Lava, this man might be, but lava moves slow, eats through foliage and flowers as it moves along. He doesn't mind, but he can't help to push it further, punctuating growing desire with a fond little hiss.] Eat me up.
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ninetydegrees
campfire truly got some heat to it
2023-01-24 18:14 (UTC)[Its funny. Before, he had felt a little bad about not bringing something to feast on for the campfire, too focused on the materials for the fire itself. Now, perhaps that fire is the feast, here, deposited in Kaspar's hands for him to consume as much as he wants. His grapevines feed on his blood. Let Kaspar feed on him too, and break him down when all is said and done.]
Ah. Hey. [A breathless tone of voice still infused with warmth comes. His hand reaches forward to brush through the man's hair, ever soft, before giving it a tug of encouragement. Lava, this man might be, but lava moves slow, eats through foliage and flowers as it moves along. He doesn't mind, but he can't help to push it further, punctuating growing desire with a fond little hiss.] Eat me up.