They've both been owned by people before, they've been taken without their consent and made to do horrible things, without any respect to their worth as human beings. They've both come out of it violently independent. It's no wonder that belonging to somewhere, to something, to someone is strange and new and awfully addicting.
It's both liberating and terrifying at the same time, giving away that fierce self-governing spirit that they both have in spades to relent to something the other wants, giving away the lead. Rook knows there's a plea in his gaze, but he doesn't know what he's begging for or what he even wants, just knows it is there. A yearning that makes his chest feel heavy as he watches that pretty face twist into an aching frowning that he seems to understand on a gut level alone. He feels the same, even if he has no words to describe it.
His head tilts back with a shuddering groan as Ulysse tightens around him and drives home with more heat. Their gazes for a moment blocked with darkness to endure the pleasure that seems to kick on overdrive right then and there. And when he cracks open his eyes again, there's almost a lost look in that one good eye, searching Ulysse's eyes again.
When their eyes meet, he lets out a soft, desperate moan and surges up, arms wrapping around Ulysse as they rock together, slow and intense. Rook's mouth finds a Ulysse's neck and drags up along it, not even having the mind to kiss but just taste, just feel, over the edge of that jaw and over that smooth cheek to those lips that he needs to kiss.
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It's both liberating and terrifying at the same time, giving away that fierce self-governing spirit that they both have in spades to relent to something the other wants, giving away the lead. Rook knows there's a plea in his gaze, but he doesn't know what he's begging for or what he even wants, just knows it is there. A yearning that makes his chest feel heavy as he watches that pretty face twist into an aching frowning that he seems to understand on a gut level alone. He feels the same, even if he has no words to describe it.
His head tilts back with a shuddering groan as Ulysse tightens around him and drives home with more heat. Their gazes for a moment blocked with darkness to endure the pleasure that seems to kick on overdrive right then and there. And when he cracks open his eyes again, there's almost a lost look in that one good eye, searching Ulysse's eyes again.
When their eyes meet, he lets out a soft, desperate moan and surges up, arms wrapping around Ulysse as they rock together, slow and intense. Rook's mouth finds a Ulysse's neck and drags up along it, not even having the mind to kiss but just taste, just feel, over the edge of that jaw and over that smooth cheek to those lips that he needs to kiss.