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kinkfest2008-06-15 09:23 am
aniai.livejournal.com) wrote in kinkfest2008-06-15 09:23 am
Entry tags:
Kandara [DDS:AT, Serph/Gale, PG13]
Title: Kandara (Cave)
Author/Artist:![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aniai
Rating: PG13
Warnings:supertame none
Word count: 207
Prompt: Serph/Gale; silent reassurance - Serph knows Gale is thinking too hard about the bodies in the walls.
Serph knows Gale is thinking too hard about the bodies in the walls. Should their legs go like this? Can Serph bend that way? To Gale, things that are carved into stone surely have more meaning. How could Serph want to just make it up as they go along? It’s so different from what he knows from the carvings, but Serph isn’t the type to stop and consider points like that.
Serph holds Gale’s head with both hands and presses their foreheads together. His eyes are still colourless and flat. Gale shifts, tries to push him gently to remind him that they still don’t have the right position, but Serph’s hands grip harder to keep him still. Gale begins to notice their combined body heat and the change in Serph’s smell.
Serph puts his lips close to Gale’s ear, cheek to cheek, so they can hear the patterns and spikes in each other’s breathing. When Serph moans softly the feeling races hot down his spine. When Gale does the same, Serph’s nails and teeth dig into him. Serph has untangled his legs and simply sits over Gale’s thighs slowly circling his hips against Gale, and when he opens his eyes they have chips of colour in them.
Author/Artist:
aniaiRating: PG13
Warnings:
Word count: 207
Prompt: Serph/Gale; silent reassurance - Serph knows Gale is thinking too hard about the bodies in the walls.
Serph knows Gale is thinking too hard about the bodies in the walls. Should their legs go like this? Can Serph bend that way? To Gale, things that are carved into stone surely have more meaning. How could Serph want to just make it up as they go along? It’s so different from what he knows from the carvings, but Serph isn’t the type to stop and consider points like that.
Serph holds Gale’s head with both hands and presses their foreheads together. His eyes are still colourless and flat. Gale shifts, tries to push him gently to remind him that they still don’t have the right position, but Serph’s hands grip harder to keep him still. Gale begins to notice their combined body heat and the change in Serph’s smell.
Serph puts his lips close to Gale’s ear, cheek to cheek, so they can hear the patterns and spikes in each other’s breathing. When Serph moans softly the feeling races hot down his spine. When Gale does the same, Serph’s nails and teeth dig into him. Serph has untangled his legs and simply sits over Gale’s thighs slowly circling his hips against Gale, and when he opens his eyes they have chips of colour in them.
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I love that you went with that idea though! It's such a twist, I'd been thinking something horrific along the lines of five years ago, but given the paintings and carvings in parts of the Junkyard it makes so, so much sense that they'd query it and just... yay :D. I really, really like this. Thank you!
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I'm happy that you like it though :)