[ The evening is made up of dimly lit candles and sheets that are half falling off the bed and pillows that have been shoved up to the headboard. Tristan remembers evenings like this where candles were just dim lamps and the bed was ten times smaller (or at least felt it). They were younger and things were lighter and the call to Heaven was nearly deafening. Now... well. Now it's different. Heaven's far away now, a muffled kind of roar that you can barely touch with the tips of your fingers.
So distractions are in order. It starts with lazy, slow, open-mouthed kisses, fingers tangling in Dani's hair that he wraps around his knuckles, tugs warmly and affectionately. It changes into clothing peeled and fallen to the floor. Candles lit one by one.
A heat is pushing from the pit of his stomach up and bringing him to try and rut up against Dani's thigh as he leaves little, angry welts along his throat with his blunt teeth, scraping over skin, bruising and nipping. ]
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So distractions are in order. It starts with lazy, slow, open-mouthed kisses, fingers tangling in Dani's hair that he wraps around his knuckles, tugs warmly and affectionately. It changes into clothing peeled and fallen to the floor. Candles lit one by one.
A heat is pushing from the pit of his stomach up and bringing him to try and rut up against Dani's thigh as he leaves little, angry welts along his throat with his blunt teeth, scraping over skin, bruising and nipping. ]
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