Thread: Love Is War { Kveria | EverUndine }

In more ways than one, he felt defeated. He wanted this badly, and Jolyons mouth on his heated skin was making it entirely too difficult to stick to his original goal of keeping his head and at least one hand in the game. Was it wrong to think of this as a game? Alistair wasnt entirely certain of that yet either way he was was certain that it was time to give in to his more primal instincts and urges. No matter what he thought he wanted, his body was craving something much different it was completely opposed to the idea of Alistair doing anything but baring himself to Jolyon in all its glorious entirety, to show off the firm body and the strong arms. In his head, he felt exposed now with his shirt discarded and the cold swept in to chill him briefly before Jolyons voicewhich he found slightly condescendingbrought that heat back in full swing. He didnt particularly like being talked to as if this was a privilege to be in Jolyons company physically. Normally hed voice his distaste, but he couldnt find it inside to do it this time. It was that mouth on his skin, making it all too impossible to think or breathe or really do much of anything but grip onto the edge of the desk, close his eyes and make some kind of sad attempt at holding back a groan. Fine, he fairly hissed, removing one hand from its white-knuckled grip and placing it at the back of Jolyons head, fingers lacing into the obsidian-coloured hair as he pulled back. He needed to take the time to catch his breath, clear his head and find the rest of his speech. It didnt take long for him to regroupbeing a Hunter made it habitually easy to recover from these sorts of circumstances, and for that he was more thankful than hed ever been in a long while. Once hed steadied himself, the hand in Jolyons hair brought the Vampire closer so that they could brush lips once more Alistair couldnt exactly place the feeling, but it was this sort of welling, blissful perfection that spread out over the top of his chest and made it difficult to breathe once more. I. He started, feeling the weight on his chest increase phenomenally as he tried to find the words. It was harder than hed originally anticipated, and pride wasnt even a part of the equation now. Could he even say he was properly embarrassed now that he stood there stark naked in front of Jolyon, engaging in these things that had only ever haunted him in dreams, never considered possible to come to fruition? He had nothing to hide and it was obvious that the Vampire wanted him just as much. It didnt stop Alistair from thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow, or the day after. If he spoke now and let his bodily desire take over, how was he going to pay for it in the future? Alistair was far from being a worrier he just considered this perfectly normal paranoia, the minds way of preparing itself for anything. There was nothing wrong with it at the worst of times. He could admit that he was a little annoyed with himself at the moment, however. He had already seen disappointment at his hesitation on Jolyon oncehe didnt want to see it again. I want. That didnt make it any easier, though. He leaned in to force the words out into Jolyons ear, his voice husky with the reduced volume and coarse with need. I want you inside its driving me crazy, and I want you. It felt relieving to say these things out loud, bring them to realisation and make them existence just like all the rest of this, which he felt was being drawn deep out of his shoddily locked away subconscious. The anticipation itself of finally getting what hed been craving all this time made his cock twitch and his eyes travelled down Jolyons alabaster frame, wetting his lips as he did so. He wanted to emphasize his desires, gave Jolyon something that he probably never thought he would, and never would again, hear leave the Hunters lips. Please .