02-22-2018, 02:05 PM
Oh shit. This feels amazing. A shake breath escapes past his lips and his eyes threaten to fall closed. Whatever the other man was doing to him, Nuage liked it. All of it, and wanted more of it too. But he wouldn’t voice that out. The voice, the tongue, the magic the dark man worked was clearly working. ”S-sorry..” he whispers, only meeting the stranger’s gaze for a short moment before glancing away. ”Can’t help it..” Nuage’s stomach tightens, and the flutter of anticipation, want and desire rises with each little touch.
Addicting, it is so very addicting. It both scares and excites him, make him long for more and at the same time wanting to run from it. He doesn’t know what is happening, what his body is telling him, but more importantly; what the stranger’s body language is telling him. What Nuage does know is how his words are reassuring, just as leaning into the broad chest of the taller male gives him a strange sense of safety.
Silently the bay and blue stallion curses himself. One thing to break free from that too fucking amazing thing, curse his shyness, but it was even worse to feel lost when staring at the stranger. The lump in his throat is instantly back, and Nuage finds himself unable to meet the glowing blue gaze. Backing away from the intense dark male is completely out of the question too.
His breath is shallow, and he is so very much aware of the other male. From the warm breath that hits his tender nose, to the eyes that hungrily roam his figure, and let not forget to mention how close they are standing. All without actually touching. They could have just as well been magnets, feeling the strong pull between one another, and rising tension the longer they try to fight it.
The man’s voice pulls a soft moan from him, one he cannot conceal behind his blue lips. Lips he is gently nibbling by the time he manages to make himself to look up. The spark it cause is enough to make Nuage shudder again, and almost his eyes break contact again. ”Nuage..” he mumbles shyly, cursing himself for the weak and almost stuttered reply. ”It means cloud.” Why Nuage shares that particular bit of information he does not know, the words had been spoken before he had even been aware he was about to say them. It’s enough to make him glance away, teeth sinking in his lower lip.
What now? The silence isn’t exactly unpleasant – heck, it only makes Nuage feel more thrilled and aroused – but his nerves make him want to babble. He doesn’t recognize himself like this; the handsome stranger is turning him into one big mess. ”What is your n-name?” Starting off strong, or so he thinks, only to end with an almost too high pitched voice for a young stallion.
Damn you, Nuage.
Addicting, it is so very addicting. It both scares and excites him, make him long for more and at the same time wanting to run from it. He doesn’t know what is happening, what his body is telling him, but more importantly; what the stranger’s body language is telling him. What Nuage does know is how his words are reassuring, just as leaning into the broad chest of the taller male gives him a strange sense of safety.
Silently the bay and blue stallion curses himself. One thing to break free from that too fucking amazing thing, curse his shyness, but it was even worse to feel lost when staring at the stranger. The lump in his throat is instantly back, and Nuage finds himself unable to meet the glowing blue gaze. Backing away from the intense dark male is completely out of the question too.
His breath is shallow, and he is so very much aware of the other male. From the warm breath that hits his tender nose, to the eyes that hungrily roam his figure, and let not forget to mention how close they are standing. All without actually touching. They could have just as well been magnets, feeling the strong pull between one another, and rising tension the longer they try to fight it.
The man’s voice pulls a soft moan from him, one he cannot conceal behind his blue lips. Lips he is gently nibbling by the time he manages to make himself to look up. The spark it cause is enough to make Nuage shudder again, and almost his eyes break contact again. ”Nuage..” he mumbles shyly, cursing himself for the weak and almost stuttered reply. ”It means cloud.” Why Nuage shares that particular bit of information he does not know, the words had been spoken before he had even been aware he was about to say them. It’s enough to make him glance away, teeth sinking in his lower lip.
What now? The silence isn’t exactly unpleasant – heck, it only makes Nuage feel more thrilled and aroused – but his nerves make him want to babble. He doesn’t recognize himself like this; the handsome stranger is turning him into one big mess. ”What is your n-name?” Starting off strong, or so he thinks, only to end with an almost too high pitched voice for a young stallion.
Damn you, Nuage.
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