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Call it a thank you, or a preview, or a Christmas present, but here...a brief moment with a little picture that looks roughly the same, from the Manga FAKE. *looks hot*
He licked his parched lips and then blinked at last, focusing again on James.
“Lie with me,” he repeated slowly, and felt his heart swell and pound in his chest when James nodded. “No,” René shook his head instantly and slid his hands away from James’ cock, lying next to the other on his stomach, knowing that he still did not fully understand. He smoothed the wrinkles he had created and then flicked a look upward into James’ confused eyes. The move brought him down closer to James.
They were very different from the words James usually chose to describe their passion, and he could not quite grasp the meaning of the phrase. Two people lying together seemed a thing of peace, for children and old married men and women. And yet it also made him remember when he had woken to see James next to him, and had wanted him. He still wanted him; he burned with it. The English, he decided at last, would come up with a thousand ways to talk of fucking instead of simply fucking. But the words would not leave his mind.
“Lie with me,” he said again, forcefully, meaning it now, and when James nodded his consent, slid quickly down over the length of James’ body until they were face to face and his body could not get closer. He only vaguely realized that he had asked, and forgot the matter completely when James crushed their mouths together hungrily.
René opened his mouth in a sigh and leaned in further, guided by strong hands at the back of his neck. Fingers curled into his hair and angled his head, and he allowed it, groaning his approval when James’ pushed his tongue into his mouth. James’ lips were hard now, insistent, and René panted against them as the kiss went on, bolts of pleasure streaking down his spine until he was shifting rapidly on top of James’ body in an effort to dispel them.
With each desperate movement the growing hardness of his cock brushed against linen that was hot and slick from James’ sweat and the aching prick under it, and another flood of blood down to his belly left him weakened and dizzy. He broke off the kiss and sucked in a breath, only to find his hands reaching around James’ head to pull him up for another. He slid his tongue easily between James’ shocked lips and then slid it back out, tracing their tasty firmness curiously. He had not truly kissed James before.
He licked his parched lips and then blinked at last, focusing again on James.
“Lie with me,” he repeated slowly, and felt his heart swell and pound in his chest when James nodded. “No,” René shook his head instantly and slid his hands away from James’ cock, lying next to the other on his stomach, knowing that he still did not fully understand. He smoothed the wrinkles he had created and then flicked a look upward into James’ confused eyes. The move brought him down closer to James.
They were very different from the words James usually chose to describe their passion, and he could not quite grasp the meaning of the phrase. Two people lying together seemed a thing of peace, for children and old married men and women. And yet it also made him remember when he had woken to see James next to him, and had wanted him. He still wanted him; he burned with it. The English, he decided at last, would come up with a thousand ways to talk of fucking instead of simply fucking. But the words would not leave his mind.
“Lie with me,” he said again, forcefully, meaning it now, and when James nodded his consent, slid quickly down over the length of James’ body until they were face to face and his body could not get closer. He only vaguely realized that he had asked, and forgot the matter completely when James crushed their mouths together hungrily.
René opened his mouth in a sigh and leaned in further, guided by strong hands at the back of his neck. Fingers curled into his hair and angled his head, and he allowed it, groaning his approval when James’ pushed his tongue into his mouth. James’ lips were hard now, insistent, and René panted against them as the kiss went on, bolts of pleasure streaking down his spine until he was shifting rapidly on top of James’ body in an effort to dispel them.
With each desperate movement the growing hardness of his cock brushed against linen that was hot and slick from James’ sweat and the aching prick under it, and another flood of blood down to his belly left him weakened and dizzy. He broke off the kiss and sucked in a breath, only to find his hands reaching around James’ head to pull him up for another. He slid his tongue easily between James’ shocked lips and then slid it back out, tracing their tasty firmness curiously. He had not truly kissed James before.
