meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

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slow dancing ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND GO FOR IT. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the deal FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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[tranquilizing]

At some point, Takeshi shifts, inverts his body to Ezio's and stretches out again. If Ezio wants to touch him, this makes it easier, puts him back within reach. And if he'd rather just float on affection and pleasure, Takeshi's more than happy to indulge him.

"You're so beautiful, my friend..." His lips are brushing the hipbone nearest him, tracing the sharp angle of it slow and sweet, before dipping under into the valley they form. He nibbles the skin there, traces it down and lower to the juncture with his thigh and raises his head to trail fingertips over the spot. Takeshi sighs softly and just drinks in the sight of Ezio splayed on pillows and floating on his touch, "pleasure suits you so well."

Soft and feather light, he whispers fingertips up the soft, sensitive skin of his balls. Gently, he takes them in hand, caresses them, tugs lightly, rolls them between his fingers. With a hum, he smiles up at Ezio, dusting kisses on the soft, smooth skin off him.

[bello]

Skin, a warm expanse of it, hardly a breath away and Ezio indulges himself, not only wanting the pleasure, but to please in turn. His fingers reach out as Takeshi brushes him between the legs, touches him so very softly that it makes his hips arch suddenly and his breath cant. It feels so good, to be brushed so lightly, as if it were a feather touching his skin, not Takeshi's mouth or hands.

Swallowing he leans forward, press a soft kiss to his skin, feel warmth against his lips. It draws his tongue out and he trails out over him, brushing a scar here with his tongue and pulling back to run his thumb over it slowly, admiring it with a warm gaze.

He teases fingers down along Takeshi's leg, brushing his knuckles across his skin, up behind the back of his knee and the soft skin on the inside of his thighs. Everything is just that much more sensitive, that much more detailed and he drinks in every bit of it.

[tranquilizing]

He chuckles softly as Ezio rises for his touch, just lets the warmth of his breath and the sound whisper over his skin, a promise, a tease, before he draws Ezio between his lips. So sensitive, these parts of him, and lovingly, Takeshi plays his mouth over them, sucks softly, fills himself on the light weight of them and slowly lets them go as his lover starts caressing him in turn.

It makes his eyes lashes drift lower, heavy on the soft, sweet pleasure of Ezio's touch and the spell of languid pleasure they're weaving together. Takeshi shivers slightly when fingers find the backs of his knees, the sensitive hollow of his inner thighs, and whispers a groan of pleasure shaped like his name to the base of him when he feels his lips join in.

With light fingers, he taps on Ezio's hip, asking him to prop himself on his side as well and glances up between their bodies as his fingers skim idly up the length of him, "Insieme?"

[bello]

He laughs, a deep, heated thing as he slowly strokes Takeshi between the legs, long, languid pulls of him as he shifts to the desired position, entire body simply nerves and skin and he shivers as he props himself up and meets the others eyes.

"Certamente," he manages with one particularly prominent stroke delivered to the others arousal before he lowers his head and brushes lips to the very tip of it, tongue flicking out. He laps slowly at the head, a wet, solemn swipe of tongue against the beaded precome there.

[tranquilizing]

"God that feels good..." He coasts on the sensations, the strength and calluses of the fingers gripping him, the tenderness he can feel in the sure, lazy strokes that Takeshi knows will spin him high but never over. It's so good, so right in this moment, and he returns the touch, slow, and sure, and lets each of his fingers drag over the crown and head of him in a slow twist before letting his tongue chase and follow his fingers' path.

The flat of his tongue licks up the underside of him, three languid strips from base to head, sucking just a little at the extra skin. He loves this part of Ezio, that it moves with him, that's it an extra layer of sensation for them both. He lingers on the underside of his head, just above where foreskin gives way, and circles the sensitive skin there with just the tip of his tongue, plying lazy pleasure on him.

[bello]

Ezio moans, feels the deliciously terrible way that Takeshi laves at him with his tongue. It makes him groan softly, tipping his head back to take a breath before returning with the climbing urge to please, parting his lips to breathe softly against the head of his cock. The taste of him still lingers on his tongue, musky, heady, and he dips his mouth down to take his head teasingly into it, sucking and releasing with a lewd, wet sound.

He hums softly against him, taking him fully into his mouth and letting his head sink down, pull up, lean in again, tongue pressing against the bottom of his shaft lazily.

[tranquilizing]

Takeshi loves those sounds, wants more of them, always. There is a heady intoxication that comes from knowing he's making his lover feel good, appreciating, enjoying, loving him.

He licks up soft, slick skin of his head, his tongue flat. Presses the tip of it into him, into the tiny opening at the tip and stabs at him lazily a few times, gathering thin droplets that merely hint at Ezio's pleasure and desire. Later, in time, they'll be thick with it and Takeshi will drink him down, savor him thoroughly.

For now, all he can do is moan into his skin as Ezio sucks at him almost teasingly and lets him go. The feel and sound combination is lewd and perfect and maddening and his hips can't help but rock just slightly forward, approving, wanting more.

Letting saliva pool in his mouth to slick the way, Takeshi retaliates by drawing Ezio's cock between his lips and inching, slow and sure down the length of it until he feels him hit resistance at the start of his throat. He doesn't swallow him deeper, not just yet, just enjoys the feeling of Ezio filling his mouth for a moment, lets his tongue play and tease as he sucks at him lightly, revels in the tiny differences this angle and position provide. And then Takeshi hums, a slow, easy tune as he just as slowly eases his head back and off Ezio's cock until only the head of him sits on his lips.