[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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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.]