[Take away the years you lost, the years siphoned from you - even them out on a scale of life and death. He can feel it all shift back into place, the proper place, long before he's leaning toward his brother and pulling him down into the embrace to place their lips together. Breathing in, breathing out, water swirling together under the surface.
There are times he wants to sink his teeth into Zephir. Times he wants to rip him apart to show him just how much he desires him. Then there are other times when he just wants to breathe him in, slip together again like two pieces of one puzzle. Be so entirely entwined he no longer knows where he stops and Life begins. He pulls him toward the bed, already stripping the clothes from his frame.]
[ It's immeasurable, every feeling barely contained when he sees Death pull him close and brush their lips together. Zephir gives in without a thought in sight, sighing and breathing him in, a little noise in his throat as their ages begin to trade places. By the time they reach the foot of the bed, Zephir's angles are a little sharper, wider shoulders flexing as he slides larger hands under his brother's shirt. Growing and aging back into his perfect self within minutes is a transformation that would make any human wail in agony. To him it's just coming home.
Shirtless, Zephir undoes the belt, the button; anything that has the audacity to keep them apart has to go until he's sat Death down on the bed and climbed on top, knees digging into the mattress as he sits on Sullivan's lap and kisses his nose. They're not done restoring themselves just yet. ]
[The flex-like feeling of them adjusting in one another's company is always a unique feeling; like scratching an itch that's been bothering you for hours, soothing a sunburn and stretching a muscle all at once. He helps Zephir strip him of his clothes, throwing them aside, stripping until their skin on skin and his hands are kneading the curves of Zephir's ass as he leans back a little to look him in the eye.]
[ He just finds distractions in between those breaks. Zephir kisses him, slipping tongue and digging his teeth, fingers splayed on his nape, eyes closed and peaceful when there's hunger everywhere else. There's a twitch between his legs already, the weight of his cock brushing on another body. Caressing Death's hair, ]
[He loves the feeling of Zephir beneath his hands; he kneads the muscle of his thighs, strokes his hands up- one holding on to the dip of his back while the other comes around to just start pumping him, never looking away from Life's eyes. Everything they do is in perfect balance together - he licks the taste of him off his lips before pulling him back down for more.]
I'm always incomplete without you. Drives me wild.
[ He moves his hips, his back a curve that leans into Sullivan's body, greedy for a kiss, for his tongue, his teeth. Zephir keeps his eyes closed and their chests close, cock trapped in the other man's hand, growing and filling out within seconds, a string of precome wet on those fingers. Life pushes Death down with a palm flat on his chest, crawling forward, coming down to busy his mouth one more time, rolling his hips to rub his other half's dick in the cleft of his ass. Zephir is at full mast, another thread of clear, sticky fluid dribbling from the slit and pooling on Sullivan's navel. ]
I want more.
[ More of death's effects, to age back into his normal self. To touch and feel him, to swallow that white substance. ]
[Sully doesn't need to say 'then take it', because his eyes do the work - he grins, letting go of his cock and taking grip of his hips. He pulls him down toward his own dick, teasing the tip up against his hole before he's got his hand to guide it into Zephir - applying his strength to push him down onto it. He's wanted this for a long time too, and somehow that distance makes it all that much better to crash together.
Once he's got him on his cock, he holds his hip to guide him to move while his other hand reaches up - caressing Zephir's lips, slipping two fingers past them and into his mouth, pinning his tongue down and gliding far back against it.]
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[Take away the years you lost, the years siphoned from you - even them out on a scale of life and death. He can feel it all shift back into place, the proper place, long before he's leaning toward his brother and pulling him down into the embrace to place their lips together. Breathing in, breathing out, water swirling together under the surface.
There are times he wants to sink his teeth into Zephir. Times he wants to rip him apart to show him just how much he desires him. Then there are other times when he just wants to breathe him in, slip together again like two pieces of one puzzle. Be so entirely entwined he no longer knows where he stops and Life begins. He pulls him toward the bed, already stripping the clothes from his frame.]
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Shirtless, Zephir undoes the belt, the button; anything that has the audacity to keep them apart has to go until he's sat Death down on the bed and climbed on top, knees digging into the mattress as he sits on Sullivan's lap and kisses his nose. They're not done restoring themselves just yet. ]
I got you something.
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You must've really missed me.
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[ He just finds distractions in between those breaks. Zephir kisses him, slipping tongue and digging his teeth, fingers splayed on his nape, eyes closed and peaceful when there's hunger everywhere else. There's a twitch between his legs already, the weight of his cock brushing on another body. Caressing Death's hair, ]
How much did you miss me?
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I'm always incomplete without you. Drives me wild.
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[ He moves his hips, his back a curve that leans into Sullivan's body, greedy for a kiss, for his tongue, his teeth. Zephir keeps his eyes closed and their chests close, cock trapped in the other man's hand, growing and filling out within seconds, a string of precome wet on those fingers. Life pushes Death down with a palm flat on his chest, crawling forward, coming down to busy his mouth one more time, rolling his hips to rub his other half's dick in the cleft of his ass. Zephir is at full mast, another thread of clear, sticky fluid dribbling from the slit and pooling on Sullivan's navel. ]
I want more.
[ More of death's effects, to age back into his normal self. To touch and feel him, to swallow that white substance. ]
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Once he's got him on his cock, he holds his hip to guide him to move while his other hand reaches up - caressing Zephir's lips, slipping two fingers past them and into his mouth, pinning his tongue down and gliding far back against it.]