[ These quarters are sparsely decorated: two cots, two chests, a table with chairs, and a desk -- nothing to knock or jostle as Richard is bolstered back. He’s busy digging his hands up under cloth for the lay of muscle over and under Gideon’s ribs, grasping at the heat and strength in him on his way down in wrestling pursuit of a belt buckle. It’s disorderly, desperate.
Unbecoming, for a snake.
But Gideon’s stretch upward makes it easier, as does their shared sense of urgency. Maybe they’ll make it to the bed.
Until then, it’s all clawing and biting and fighting clothes off against this wall in the dark. ]
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Date: 2021-06-16 07:51 am (UTC)Unbecoming, for a snake.
But Gideon’s stretch upward makes it easier, as does their shared sense of urgency. Maybe they’ll make it to the bed.
Until then, it’s all clawing and biting and fighting clothes off against this wall in the dark. ]