Post by Dafydd Jones on Dec 7, 2012 11:39:07 GMT 1
Dafydd knew that he had been babbling but he just had to get it all out before he chickened out. He'd had a lot longer to think about what he felt and was going to say than Ian had but Ian was still the calm and composed one whilst Dafydd had been a flustered fool. Ian didn't care that he was a mutant. Ian's confession of his own difference was all so strange and confusing – a story straight out of fairy tales or nightmares but at the same time so clearly and painfully real. There was no way to fake that look in Ian's eyes and Dafydd had no idea how to react to it or what to say. But Ian didn't care that he was a mutant and that meant that Dafydd knew exactly what he wanted to do.
He sank back down onto the bed beside Ian and reached behind himself to push the tray further across it, away from where it might spill. Breakfast could wait a while but the longing he saw on Ian's face and felt in the pit of his own stomach could not; cupping his hand again to Ian's cheek he eagerly kissed him once more. His other hand pulled Ian's arm around his waist before releasing it to reach around Ian's neck and shoulder, pulling himself closer until he was pressed up against his handsome, naked chest with its tight nipples and awesome pecks. His fingers slid up into Ian's dark, sleep mussed hair.
Dafydd nibbled at Ian's bottom lip, sucking and nipping before pressing his lips more firmly in another intimate kiss that let his tongue slip through his lips and into Ian's mouth to teasingly caress Ian's own silver tongue. Ian had such delicious lips to kiss; did it really matter that he was a man? Certainly not at that moment, no it didn't. Dafydd could do this all day long. He may never have kissed a man before but a kiss was a kiss and Dafydd was pretty good at it, though far too modest to ever try and claim it and not experienced enough to know it. This time though he did not pull away.
He sank back down onto the bed beside Ian and reached behind himself to push the tray further across it, away from where it might spill. Breakfast could wait a while but the longing he saw on Ian's face and felt in the pit of his own stomach could not; cupping his hand again to Ian's cheek he eagerly kissed him once more. His other hand pulled Ian's arm around his waist before releasing it to reach around Ian's neck and shoulder, pulling himself closer until he was pressed up against his handsome, naked chest with its tight nipples and awesome pecks. His fingers slid up into Ian's dark, sleep mussed hair.
Dafydd nibbled at Ian's bottom lip, sucking and nipping before pressing his lips more firmly in another intimate kiss that let his tongue slip through his lips and into Ian's mouth to teasingly caress Ian's own silver tongue. Ian had such delicious lips to kiss; did it really matter that he was a man? Certainly not at that moment, no it didn't. Dafydd could do this all day long. He may never have kissed a man before but a kiss was a kiss and Dafydd was pretty good at it, though far too modest to ever try and claim it and not experienced enough to know it. This time though he did not pull away.