[Normally, Irahl would have recoiled and retreated long before arriving at this point. The things that chase him away are memories, and the fear of being seen in terrible, quiet vulnerability. But, there's nothing about wrestling and playing while pinned under a monster that matches up with anything familiar--nothing negative, anyway--and there isn't anything about this here that could be considered quiet. There's no one in the world there to scrutinize them. And Vincent has been doing so well in fulfilling Irahl's wish for utter mindlessness.
So, when the other man grinds against him with such intent and Irahl pulls away, it's only so he has more room to breathe. He hadn't caught his breath before, so he writhes and turns his head, fighting against painful, spasming ribs to draw in a deeper, warm inhale when this new wave of headiness hits him.
Among the many things that he hasn't been focusing on, with all of the pain and action and alcohol, Irahl hadn't noticed little details such as the direct line drawn between their violent game before and the one they're suddenly playing now. Vincent presses and moves against him, and Irahl immediately discovers that he's probably been wanting it for a while.
On the exhale, Irahl doesn't even have a chance to catch the groan or the claws that move from Vincent's neck to tighten compulsively into his hair.]
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So, when the other man grinds against him with such intent and Irahl pulls away, it's only so he has more room to breathe. He hadn't caught his breath before, so he writhes and turns his head, fighting against painful, spasming ribs to draw in a deeper, warm inhale when this new wave of headiness hits him.
Among the many things that he hasn't been focusing on, with all of the pain and action and alcohol, Irahl hadn't noticed little details such as the direct line drawn between their violent game before and the one they're suddenly playing now. Vincent presses and moves against him, and Irahl immediately discovers that he's probably been wanting it for a while.
On the exhale, Irahl doesn't even have a chance to catch the groan or the claws that move from Vincent's neck to tighten compulsively into his hair.]