His lips twitch lazily, and he lets out a chuff of laughter. Of course Squalo knows, the man never has any doubt about his own value.
The hand on his wrist catches him by surprise as well, but he nods dumbly. So he moves his fingers over Squalo's abs instead, heating his skin just enough that they feel particularly good as he traces them along the younger man's skin.
It's been over a year, and part of him still expects the spell to be broken. His phone will buzz with some message from Augustine, telling him he needs to leave immediately and track someone. Or Crusher will break something, or Jason will call him up drunk. Fuck, there's plenty of people here that could drag him into something that trumps the gorgeous man on top of him. But none of that happens. He's free to take, and for once Squalo seems to be giving freely.
His fingers trace around to Squalo's back, pulling him in closer as Dodger seeks out a hungry kiss. He shifts his weigh, laying back on the couch and guiding Squalo down to grind slowly and purposefully against him. There's a look in his eyes that's almost entranced, put in a daze by just how much of a privilege he's being afforded. For once, Squalo Superbi is all his.]
[ To be fair, he's been all his before. But that probably seems like another world now. And then Squalo's rightful husband entered the scene and mixed it all up. ]
[ He's still there, but something between them seems to have broken. ]
[ Squalo doesn't know if he can repair it. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it either. Not right now. Not when for the first time in weeks there's fingertips dancing over his skin that feel just the right amount of hot, not when he can finally lash out back at him, not when he can feel wanted again. ]
[ Even better, the man in front of him seems to understand what an amazing honor he's been granted to have Squalo want him in return. ]
[ He follows along downward, resting one forearm against the back of the couch to partly trap Dodger's face beside it and leaning in to accept that kiss, a little sloppy and lazy but there's still enough force and teeth for it to feel somewhat rough. ]
[ He backs off a little just to laugh breathlessly against the other's lips as he slowly rolls his hips, making sure to grind down at just the right angle. He smears more of their mixed blood against Dodger's cheek with the tip of his nose in a brush that's almost gentle before he's back for more kissing with a bite to his bottom lip. His free hand traces down Dodger's side, pausing at his waist and slipping under his shirt somewhere near the arson mark because that's delicious irony. ]
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His lips twitch lazily, and he lets out a chuff of laughter. Of course Squalo knows, the man never has any doubt about his own value.
The hand on his wrist catches him by surprise as well, but he nods dumbly. So he moves his fingers over Squalo's abs instead, heating his skin just enough that they feel particularly good as he traces them along the younger man's skin.
It's been over a year, and part of him still expects the spell to be broken. His phone will buzz with some message from Augustine, telling him he needs to leave immediately and track someone. Or Crusher will break something, or Jason will call him up drunk. Fuck, there's plenty of people here that could drag him into something that trumps the gorgeous man on top of him. But none of that happens. He's free to take, and for once Squalo seems to be giving freely.
His fingers trace around to Squalo's back, pulling him in closer as Dodger seeks out a hungry kiss. He shifts his weigh, laying back on the couch and guiding Squalo down to grind slowly and purposefully against him. There's a look in his eyes that's almost entranced, put in a daze by just how much of a privilege he's being afforded. For once, Squalo Superbi is all his.]
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[ To be fair, he's been all his before. But that probably seems like another world now. And then Squalo's rightful husband entered the scene and mixed it all up. ]
[ He's still there, but something between them seems to have broken. ]
[ Squalo doesn't know if he can repair it. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it either. Not right now. Not when for the first time in weeks there's fingertips dancing over his skin that feel just the right amount of hot, not when he can finally lash out back at him, not when he can feel wanted again. ]
[ Even better, the man in front of him seems to understand what an amazing honor he's been granted to have Squalo want him in return. ]
[ He follows along downward, resting one forearm against the back of the couch to partly trap Dodger's face beside it and leaning in to accept that kiss, a little sloppy and lazy but there's still enough force and teeth for it to feel somewhat rough. ]
[ He backs off a little just to laugh breathlessly against the other's lips as he slowly rolls his hips, making sure to grind down at just the right angle. He smears more of their mixed blood against Dodger's cheek with the tip of his nose in a brush that's almost gentle before he's back for more kissing with a bite to his bottom lip. His free hand traces down Dodger's side, pausing at his waist and slipping under his shirt somewhere near the arson mark because that's delicious irony. ]