[It was almost amusing how much Vincent fought to be silent and still on the bed. Almost, but Kit could read him successfully, even in the dark, using other parts of his body. Or one part in particular above all the others, which he visited slowly to the back of his throat, tongue ambitiously gliding down the underside and providing a warm, slippery trail for when his head raised again.
He didn't need to watch the way the outside lights from the neighbor's house next door stole into the room and rested like like an amber aurora across Vincent's skin: but he did. He absorbed the way the shadows of the other boy's face were eclipsed, searching in the darkness for any trace of expression he might glean from that angle.
Arousal was only one part of what they were doing, after all.
Was Vincent happy? If this was his first, as Kit suspected it was, would it be a moment he looked back on with fondness? Or would he look back with regret? That last thought stilled him, his hands momentarily twitching beneath the other boy's before they pulled away. Why did such a thing matter if none of the rest did? Or had all those concerns found a way to slip in under the door like so many mice? Had he unknowingly stepped into a trap of his own making?
He frowned, glad for the shadows and for the way Vincent had collapsed backwards. Probably, if his eyes were even open at all, he was looking everywhere else but at him. He wouldn't see the worry that graced Kit's features, or the reluctance he showed when he leaned back over him and wrapped his mouth around his erection again. Tongue teasing the tip with light flickers, his hands moving to fondle between his legs. He would focus on these things. Give Vincent what he wanted. And then...
What then? He didn't know. Maybe steal the boy's cigarettes and sit out back for a while to really clear his head.]
this is fine...probably...not...
He didn't need to watch the way the outside lights from the neighbor's house next door stole into the room and rested like like an amber aurora across Vincent's skin: but he did. He absorbed the way the shadows of the other boy's face were eclipsed, searching in the darkness for any trace of expression he might glean from that angle.
Arousal was only one part of what they were doing, after all.
Was Vincent happy? If this was his first, as Kit suspected it was, would it be a moment he looked back on with fondness? Or would he look back with regret? That last thought stilled him, his hands momentarily twitching beneath the other boy's before they pulled away. Why did such a thing matter if none of the rest did? Or had all those concerns found a way to slip in under the door like so many mice? Had he unknowingly stepped into a trap of his own making?
He frowned, glad for the shadows and for the way Vincent had collapsed backwards. Probably, if his eyes were even open at all, he was looking everywhere else but at him. He wouldn't see the worry that graced Kit's features, or the reluctance he showed when he leaned back over him and wrapped his mouth around his erection again. Tongue teasing the tip with light flickers, his hands moving to fondle between his legs. He would focus on these things. Give Vincent what he wanted. And then...
What then? He didn't know. Maybe steal the boy's cigarettes and sit out back for a while to really clear his head.]