[fuck. he wasn't prepared for that, and a wave of emotion crashes through him--lust, need, fear, desire, confusion--and it isn't long before he's trembling, hand clasped over his mouth, slicking noah's hand with precome]
[noah is still just... all fond acceptance and slow coiling, pleasant desire, in the face of that. not in the least bit intimidated or repelled, simply stroking him through it.]
[when he comes, it's with a breathless, muffled cry into his own hand, head a swirling mess of feelings, but the anxiety and fear has almost been completely drowned out, and he's just riding a sea of endorphins and desire]
[he finally goes limp, all tension drained out of him, and his arms drop to his sides. eyelids fluttering, he turns his head to noah and kisses his lips, perhaps uncharacteristically soft and sweet]
[it's cute. raven is cute. noah kisses him back, languid, entirely here for it. he simply hadn't wanted to push what may be considered a line, but if raven is kissing him he has noooo complaints.]
[sighs into noah's lips, content to just kiss and luxuriate in the afterglow for a while. maybe if he gets lost in feeling good, he won't panic about what happened]
[noah seems perfectly willing to give it, and he can kind of tell, that raven doesn't want this to end, even if the feelings are vaguer than that? he's in no rush, at any rate.]
[listening closely, intently, and when the song crescendos, it actually steals his breath for a moment--he didn't realize how captivated he was by being sung to]
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Hhhah--
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--fuck...!
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Mmm...
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Mmhm?
[juuust indulgent feelings, pleasant and warm.]
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... mmm.
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maybe if he doesn't say anything, the moment won't end]
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"Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine... or leave a kiss but in the cup... and I'll not look for wine."
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he is, however, smiling.]
Would that I had the words to follow ones so honeyed as those.
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[aaaaa. his heart is fluttering]
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[dere!!!!]
I do not have such things memorized, but I could sing for you, I suppose.
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[curious]
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[he was a bard. he is very good at it.]
What sort of music do you like?
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... I'm not sure. Whatever you recommend, I guess.
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[he sits up. let's get some dragonsong up in here. his voice is clear and lovely tenor, and he was definitely understating his singing skill before.]
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[listening closely, intently, and when the song crescendos, it actually steals his breath for a moment--he didn't realize how captivated he was by being sung to]
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Not so relevant as your poetry, but I hope it served.
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... it's beautiful.
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[reclining again, wanting snuggles more than to be able to sing properly.]
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... do they hurt at all? Your wrists.
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