Somewhere in what they were doing Emryc pushed up and back against him and Morgan yielded control of how they were arranged, releasing his grip on the couch. Their positions were reversed and the free hand found itself hooked around a shoulder, an insistent pulling that only intensified when the other man ran down his thigh. Morgan's legs wrapped overtop Emryc's, keeping him close. He wanted him closer than they were. But Emryc took his time, and Morgan waited.
Morgan looked up at at Emryc, gold met silver, the colours bleeding together together into something new. The beasts didn't circle each other now, they stared each other down, clawed, roared, free of what kept them from each other. The hand that pulled at Emryc's shirt instead slipped beneath it, raking fingers across the scars of his back with enough force he could've left deep cuts if he didn't keep his claws trimmed dull. He pulled and writhed and grasped but Emryc just looked down at him with eyes that burned just for him.
Then Emryc kissed him. Morgan's arms wrapped around the other man when he closed in, pulling his heat close with unnatural strength He pressed up against Emryc with fervor, lips parting against the other man's as the rumbling purr reached a fever pitch and tinged with something like a whine. A hand slipped from Emryc's back and latched onto his high, iron fingers leaving bruises in their attempt to pull him closer. It was a gesture Morgan hadn't known he'd wanted, hadn't expected from the half-Sephi, but when it happened his heart sang and he burned even brighter.
He needed him now. Morgan tried to find a way around Emryc's clothes to remove them, but he was more likely to actually tear them off before he figured out how to undo them the traditional way. His legs squeezed tighter, bound the half-Sephi more tightly, desperately, breath coming quick and rough. Emryc knew what Morgan wanted, and Morgan knew what Emryc wanted. He had a tiger cradled in his arms and it only purred and begged for more, sank into his touch, pawed at the last things that kept them apart.
It was going to be a long night.
Morgan looked up at at Emryc, gold met silver, the colours bleeding together together into something new. The beasts didn't circle each other now, they stared each other down, clawed, roared, free of what kept them from each other. The hand that pulled at Emryc's shirt instead slipped beneath it, raking fingers across the scars of his back with enough force he could've left deep cuts if he didn't keep his claws trimmed dull. He pulled and writhed and grasped but Emryc just looked down at him with eyes that burned just for him.
Then Emryc kissed him. Morgan's arms wrapped around the other man when he closed in, pulling his heat close with unnatural strength He pressed up against Emryc with fervor, lips parting against the other man's as the rumbling purr reached a fever pitch and tinged with something like a whine. A hand slipped from Emryc's back and latched onto his high, iron fingers leaving bruises in their attempt to pull him closer. It was a gesture Morgan hadn't known he'd wanted, hadn't expected from the half-Sephi, but when it happened his heart sang and he burned even brighter.
He needed him now. Morgan tried to find a way around Emryc's clothes to remove them, but he was more likely to actually tear them off before he figured out how to undo them the traditional way. His legs squeezed tighter, bound the half-Sephi more tightly, desperately, breath coming quick and rough. Emryc knew what Morgan wanted, and Morgan knew what Emryc wanted. He had a tiger cradled in his arms and it only purred and begged for more, sank into his touch, pawed at the last things that kept them apart.
It was going to be a long night.
@Sreeya