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"I love you" :: Sixsmith & Bond
Rufus’s grin widened considerably at the metallic click of the lock, barely glancing the key’s destination. Something in the other man’s eager smile told him he wouldn’t be leaving tonight.
James’s teasing was easy, comforting and familiar despite their recent meeting. “Try and stop me.” Rufus challenged, letting himself be pulled forward. He was gaining a new appreciation for the scarf- turns out it was useful in more than one respect.
Their mouths crashed together, bringing a relief that made Sixsmith groan against his lips. He buried his hands deep under the other man’s layered clothes, gripping his hips. He felt James jump at the sudden chill- his hands were actually freezing from their walk to the room- but he only held on tighter. Heat radiated from his companion’s body, warming him from head to toe, and he smiled into the kiss. Perfect.
James would deny to his dying day the yelp that left his lips at the feeling of icebox fingers violating the warm skin of his core, along with how he squirmed helplessly for just a moment as the man held him down and made him suffer through the chill. But thank god the indecent sound was muffled by those gorgeous, hungry lips set on driving him mad with lust, the ice in his frame thawing as he melted against the blond.
"You brute, as if I’ve ever make you stop," he murmured with a grin between kisses after he recovered from the ordeal and tossed away his fedora without a thought, ironically enough happy to have those same fingers tracing his iliac crests. James released his grip from the end of the wool scarf and raised the hand to cup the side of his jaw and caress the fine stubble coming in from the late hour. He wasn’t sure just how much of his drunkenness was attributing to the warm glow the man was making him feel, but he knew in that moment without a doubt that he was happy. He held Sixsmith close by a palm at the small of his back and eventually ran his tongue along the seam of his lips as if asking permission to dip inside, purring his contentment against them like a big old tom cat.
It was only fair to be courteous and check before kissing like the French.
Once his fingers warmed against James’s skin, Rufus gripped his closer, grinning into their fevered embrace when the other man’s body jumped and his fingers thawed against flushed skin.
"Good- kindly don’t."
Sixsmith felt more than heard himself gasp, a great shuddering than ran down the length of his body as he felt a tentative tongue graze his lips. He granted James’s greedy tongue entrance, pressing himself closer and savoring the tenderness with which his companion cradled the small of his back. So many people used alcohol as an excuse to act like a brute- but James was on his best behavior.
well, as good behavior as one man can be on as he kisses another.
oh sweet lawd I do not deserve you//
Beautiful Maurice/Clive art.
Cuff-Link Romance by melonxcake, deviantart.com, circa Aug 2012
(Coincidentally, just found a crit in which June Perry Levine wrote about this scene.)
I’d love it if even one person did this
Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
[now whenever mun sees this man, muse always thinks of Thomas.]