[ it really is the combination of things to make yves whine embarrassingly loud and arch his back at the same time ]
Adolphe…!
[ he meant to complain except even that manages to sound breathless, and he’s turning his head enough for him to roughly catch adolphe’s mouth instead ]
[ He initiates a kiss once their mouths meet, nipping and biting at the lips and tongue as soon as he nabs them. He thinks that if there are more sensations, it would feel much better for Yves. It's just a matter of how to go about it, but he's never done this before. All is by instinct, and they tell him to be a little rough.
The other hand cards through Yves's hair—undoing the style that was done for the party, and to unfurl it all over the sleeping bags. The hair falls between his fingers. The nipping continues and Adolphe kisses like he's the hungriest man alive. ]
[ watches people explode in fruit and chickens on endgame
it's a dizzying amount of affection, even if it comes with a bit of teeth, and yet he loves every moment of it. the ribbon given to yves by another man falls to the wayside and all his long, long hair spills out against the sleeping bags as he thinks of nothing but adolphe, adolphe, adolphe.
it takes longer than it needs to for him to undo the buttons of adolphe's shirt, as heavily distracted as he is—but once he does it's truly the unexplored territory of being able to trace out the lines of adolphe's body with his fingertips. all he wants is to touch and kiss and know every last bit of his lover, and he takes his time doing that even if he's not strong enough to pull away from kisses ]
The kisses continue and a small sound comes from the back of Adolphe's throat while being touched like this. It's a new sensation, something that he didn't think someone else would be touching, even like this of all things.
But still, he tries not to get distracted by the warmth of Yves's hand with the warmth that spreads throughout his entire body due to the alcohol. The way Yves arched just before was really something that Adolphe didn't think he needed to see, but he got to. Bless. He's been thankful for the smallest things lately, but they build up. ]
Yves...
[ He whispers his name against the mouth for a brief second before he goes back to kissing him. ]
[ even the fruit and chickens feel like so long ago
he loves every way that adolphe says his name, but it really does feel so special when they're intimate like this. in a tone and softness that no one else will ever get to hear—something just for him, he hopes. he sighs in contentment from it, even as he continues to meet adolphe for kiss after kiss.
his hands hook around adolphe's back, fingertips coming to rest at his shoulderblades and encouraging him down and closer until there's no space between them. like yves wants to chase after any contact and warmth he can get.
he manages a brief murmur of his own as he finally makes good on his earlier promise, only departing from adolphe's lips to kiss his way down his jaw, neck, down to his collarbones— ] Love you. [ kiss ] Want you. [ another kiss ] Need you—always.
[ This position is proving to be difficult, but the kisses feel nice as they always have. That's why it's with some hesitance that Adolphe lifts himself up just a bit despite Yves's pull to hovering levels again. His hand that was at Yves's hip slides down to his thigh and then under to fold his leg and pushes it up. ]
I need you.
[ He says breathlessly as he leans in to nip the side of his neck. ]
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[ He bites the outer shell of his ear. ]
Everything?
[ Then he bites down harder as his hand digs under Yves's back to stroke his spine. ]
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[ it really is the combination of things to make yves whine embarrassingly loud and arch his back at the same time ]
Adolphe…!
[ he meant to complain except even that manages to sound breathless, and he’s turning his head enough for him to roughly catch adolphe’s mouth instead ]
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The other hand cards through Yves's hair—undoing the style that was done for the party, and to unfurl it all over the sleeping bags. The hair falls between his fingers. The nipping continues and Adolphe kisses like he's the hungriest man alive. ]
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it's a dizzying amount of affection, even if it comes with a bit of teeth, and yet he loves every moment of it. the ribbon given to yves by another man falls to the wayside and all his long, long hair spills out against the sleeping bags as he thinks of nothing but adolphe, adolphe, adolphe.
it takes longer than it needs to for him to undo the buttons of adolphe's shirt, as heavily distracted as he is—but once he does it's truly the unexplored territory of being able to trace out the lines of adolphe's body with his fingertips. all he wants is to touch and kiss and know every last bit of his lover, and he takes his time doing that even if he's not strong enough to pull away from kisses ]
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The kisses continue and a small sound comes from the back of Adolphe's throat while being touched like this. It's a new sensation, something that he didn't think someone else would be touching, even like this of all things.
But still, he tries not to get distracted by the warmth of Yves's hand with the warmth that spreads throughout his entire body due to the alcohol. The way Yves arched just before was really something that Adolphe didn't think he needed to see, but he got to. Bless. He's been thankful for the smallest things lately, but they build up. ]
Yves...
[ He whispers his name against the mouth for a brief second before he goes back to kissing him. ]
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he loves every way that adolphe says his name, but it really does feel so special when they're intimate like this. in a tone and softness that no one else will ever get to hear—something just for him, he hopes. he sighs in contentment from it, even as he continues to meet adolphe for kiss after kiss.
his hands hook around adolphe's back, fingertips coming to rest at his shoulderblades and encouraging him down and closer until there's no space between them. like yves wants to chase after any contact and warmth he can get.
he manages a brief murmur of his own as he finally makes good on his earlier promise, only departing from adolphe's lips to kiss his way down his jaw, neck, down to his collarbones— ] Love you. [ kiss ] Want you. [ another kiss ] Need you—always.
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I need you.
[ He says breathlessly as he leans in to nip the side of his neck. ]
I want you... so much.