"And that will get you what you want," Heahmund snorts a bit sardonically. But he doesn't say it again even though he's thinking about it. He's thinking about what he should be doing and that they're putting themselves in danger this way, in many ways. But he doesn't pull from the kiss and doesn't do the responsible thing this time.
He reaches his hand behind Ivar's neck, gripping firmly as he kisses him back and the other's intensity crashes over him in a wave. He feels the other's hand under his shirt and the fingertips over scars that are rarely touched, and even more seldom Heahmund being willing to speak about them.
Heahmund doesn't make his own exploration yet, simply curling his hands harder against his neck.
Ivar is slow, wanting time to last as long as possible. There might not be another time, for Heahmund might build up his walls again, or he might die tomorrow, leaving Ivar all alone again. So his kisses build up in a leisurely manner, his lips meeting Heahmund's softly at first before pressing harder. As much as he wants to greedily explore Heahmund's body quickly, instead, he takes his time.
His fingers move over his skin, letting the warmth be absorbed by his fingertips and the nails scrape along the contours of his body. Ivar's always relied on his hands, so they're quite sensitive to the touch. Eventually, he starts to pull Heahmund's shirt off, eager to move his mouth over his chest.
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He reaches his hand behind Ivar's neck, gripping firmly as he kisses him back and the other's intensity crashes over him in a wave. He feels the other's hand under his shirt and the fingertips over scars that are rarely touched, and even more seldom Heahmund being willing to speak about them.
Heahmund doesn't make his own exploration yet, simply curling his hands harder against his neck.
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His fingers move over his skin, letting the warmth be absorbed by his fingertips and the nails scrape along the contours of his body. Ivar's always relied on his hands, so they're quite sensitive to the touch. Eventually, he starts to pull Heahmund's shirt off, eager to move his mouth over his chest.