[The enthusiastic response was all Zhao needed for an invitation. Hesitation was left at the door. He had his answer on how Majima felt. There was no reason left not to enjoy this.
(A whisper of doubt said otherwise. He ignored it.)
Zhao ran his tongue across Majima's lips with a soft hum of appreciation. Majima's enthusiasm almost caused a chuckle to rumble through his throat but Zhao held it back. Instead he responded in kind. He pressed back, insistent. He brought a hand up and found Majima's hair, swept through it, tangled his fingers within its silky strands, mussing up the neat ponytail as he found purchase.
Another few seconds (that felt like hours) passed as they stay locked together, worked together and fought against one another at the same time, each wanting more and more from the other. And then Zhao's second hand raised slightly, set lightly on Majima's hip. Then gripped tighter and pulled the olderyounger man towards him. Held him in place.
The kiss lasted a good minute, maybe two, or more. Zhao couldn't be sure. But it was lengthy. He only broke it off because it couldn't last forever. It led to a nibble, and a quick bite at Majima's neck, and a breathless chuckle as he stopped himself from doing more. He spoke instead to keep himself in check.]
How's that for an answer?
[All cheek and haughty manner. A playboy gangster at his finest. A smart-alack lilt to his voice, confident, steady, in control. There was more underneath. More desire. A silent promise of more...if it was accepted.]
no subject
(A whisper of doubt said otherwise. He ignored it.)
Zhao ran his tongue across Majima's lips with a soft hum of appreciation. Majima's enthusiasm almost caused a chuckle to rumble through his throat but Zhao held it back. Instead he responded in kind. He pressed back, insistent. He brought a hand up and found Majima's hair, swept through it, tangled his fingers within its silky strands, mussing up the neat ponytail as he found purchase.
Another few seconds (that felt like hours) passed as they stay locked together, worked together and fought against one another at the same time, each wanting more and more from the other. And then Zhao's second hand raised slightly, set lightly on Majima's hip. Then gripped tighter and pulled the
olderyounger man towards him. Held him in place.The kiss lasted a good minute, maybe two, or more. Zhao couldn't be sure. But it was lengthy. He only broke it off because it couldn't last forever. It led to a nibble, and a quick bite at Majima's neck, and a breathless chuckle as he stopped himself from doing more. He spoke instead to keep himself in check.]
How's that for an answer?
[All cheek and haughty manner. A playboy gangster at his finest. A smart-alack lilt to his voice, confident, steady, in control. There was more underneath. More desire. A silent promise of more...if it was accepted.]