[Every time Kit thought that this had gone on long enough he found some other reason to hold out just a little bit longer. The comfortable way they fit against one another. The warmth of Vincent's arms around him. The intoxicating scent of wildfire that clung to the other boy. The way his short hair slid through Kit's fingers, dark as night and soft for all that it was a little coarse.
The way he squirmed at his touch...used his teeth...
It was that very thing that rendered Kit so weak, his own mouth trailing upwards towards Vincent's ear with every nip, along his jaw at every heavy breath that floated across his skin, and nearer to his mouth with every sigh. He knew what he wanted. Was hunting for it, and with a tug of that hair he tilted the other boy's head back so that kiss could finally be all his.
...and it would have been if it weren't for the sudden knock at the door.
Kit nearly jumped at the sound, his head whipping around and preventing any kind of liplock from taking place. And when the knocking persisted, he muttered something like "not now" under his breath before deciding he'd need to see who it was. Awkwardly, he rose to his feet with both hands blindly feeling over Vincent's thigh and front for support. Standing was much more difficult than kneeling had been...]
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The way he squirmed at his touch...used his teeth...
It was that very thing that rendered Kit so weak, his own mouth trailing upwards towards Vincent's ear with every nip, along his jaw at every heavy breath that floated across his skin, and nearer to his mouth with every sigh. He knew what he wanted. Was hunting for it, and with a tug of that hair he tilted the other boy's head back so that kiss could finally be all his.
...and it would have been if it weren't for the sudden knock at the door.
Kit nearly jumped at the sound, his head whipping around and preventing any kind of liplock from taking place. And when the knocking persisted, he muttered something like "not now" under his breath before deciding he'd need to see who it was. Awkwardly, he rose to his feet with both hands blindly feeling over Vincent's thigh and front for support. Standing was much more difficult than kneeling had been...]