As Nuage leans in to pull Nih's bottom lip between his teeth with words that leave blood coursing more quickly than ever, Nihlus growls again and reaches to firmly grasp Nu's tight little ass in one hand, the other going to the back of the sky's head to pull him in for another kiss - one that ends with Nihlus returning the favour, though with less gentle sliding, and with more of an abrupt bite.
Nuage is in his arms then, and he doesn't really have to think about the motion - they spend so much time tangled up like this that nothing surprises him any more. They're kissing as he carries his counterpart to their room, one hand sliding up the back of his t-shirt, the other still stubbornly grasping his tail. It doesn't help him concentrate when Nuage slides his hand into his hair and tugs his head back, forcing his mouth open, leaving him to drown with want as their tongues tangle wetly and passionately. But he would never drop Nu, or hurt him, or ever put him in harm's way - though he does narrowly avoid the door frame on his way into the room. But Nuage wouldn't notice...
A low, guttural sound of approval leaves the taller, darker man as his sub leans over to take off his jeans without having to be told. As Nu struggles with his skinnies (his favourite style), Nihlus reaches and runs his hand up Nu's inner thigh, grinning at his lover's struggle and the way his cheeks flush red when his hand finds the warmth radiating from between the tops of his legs.
He's finally gotten them off, wriggling like the sexiest worm you've ever seen, and Nih gives his tail a good slap as he bounces off to the bed. He can feel his arousal disrupting the way his pants fit, but Nuage seems to have noticed - cocking a playful brow once he's done twitching his bottom as if Nihlus doesn't already want him to the fullest extent - as his next words are quite demanding.
Well, demanding for Nuage, anyway... But demands sound good coming from his smart mouth.
Far less coy than his playful lover, Nihlus maintains intense eye contact whilst reaching up to tear off his baseball tee, then leaning over to take off his joggers in one fell swoop. But Nu did get the show he asked for, and Nihlus stands there for a moment in his wine-red boxers, breathing heavily and grinning darkly at Nuage. His eyes admire the slender man's toned stomach and narrow hips, the curve of his calves and the swell of his appreciable arousal... With that sighted, Nihlus loses his patience and throws himself in the bed, socks still on, though that's no surprise with him.
He always forgets - too caught up in his desire for Nuage by the time he's supposed to be taking off his socks.
He's on the inside of the bed, one leg over Nu's hips as though the pressure placed there is completely innocent, a hand gently tracing each rib with a delectable slowness. His eyes have been following the path of his hand, but then they jump to Nuage's meek blue eyes, something more than need or desire burning in their glowing depths.
"You know I meant it, right? You really are gorgeous."
He's leaning in for another round of kissing then, sliding his hips forward until they grind against Nuage's, wrapping his leg around the other to pull them closer together. His hands grope at Nuage's pliable face, mouth open and wanting and accepting of his lover. For a while, that's all there is between them, the heavy breathing and the grinding and the blissful kisses.
But Nihlus breaks it yet again, closer now to losing himself than he had been before - disheveled, hair a mess, eyes even more so.
For a second, the dom looks unsure of himself - uncertainty flashes in his eyes, and when he speaks, it's with a stutter that neither have heard before.
"I-I think I'm in love with you, Nuage..."
Nihlus
that's all I want