“I ever tell you your aura feels like a tattoo gun, sometimes?Fucking addictive, tattoos.”He tugged to bring Declan’s hand down to the bracelet of nettles on his other arm.“I’m not afraid of sharp, Murderpunk.Not afraid of you.”
It was Declan’s turn to touch.He stroked a nail lightly over the nettle, took that moment to look at it.To keep his eyes down and voice light when he said, “I don’t think you’ll fear me.”
Antonio leaned in then, so his lips nearly brushed the silver of Declan’s earrings.
He was so very warm.
“I want to feel your teeth when I kiss you,” Antonio said, near a whisper.Declan’s breath quickened, lips parted.“Been wanting to run my hands up your wings and see if you like them touched.See what makes you shake.”
The world didn’t need to be set ablaze to burn after all.Not with Antonio’s words searing through him, a brush of heat when too long chilled.Too much, too good, a dizzying high of touch and lust and truth.
After seeing Declan in nothing but his smallclothes, half-covered in the results of a bloody, disgusting battle, Antonio still wanted to touch Declan.Wanted to put his gorgeous hands on wings no one had held to discover if it brought Declan pleasure.
Yes.
Voids, yes.
“I’m very close to tackling you to the floor,” Declan’s voice came out unsteady.Raw.Ravenous.“Something that may impede your ability to touch.”
“Oh yeah?”Lips to his jaw, drawing a shiver from him.“What’re you gonna do instead?”
Everything.Anything.
“Kiss you,” is what he said, pushing at Antonio’s chest.Pressed him back despite the man’s weight, until Antonio sat upright again, eyes dark, the bond between them bright with need and affection and relief.“We can find out what it’s like, with these teeth.Ideally without causing damage.”
Declan never had someone wanting to kiss him, like this.There’d never been Antonio.
“They don’t lookthatsharp.”Antonio grinned, reaching out to brush his thumb over Declan’s lips.“Pretty sure we can figure it out.And if I bleed, you’ll heal it.”
Consent to use magic, and Antonio’s utter trust, struck just as surely as his touch.He’d been cautious of magic since that first morning when he’d felt Antonio’s upset at the touch of glamoured cloth.
Antonio’s hand slid into Declan’s hair.Declan’s curved around the back of his neck.One of them pulled, or both.All that mattered was the warm press of Antonio’s lips.He was the bite of soft leather and rough copper, as grasping as Declan.
Everything and anything.
Declan wantedmore.He drew him in, down, closer.Antonio’s groan ofwantdragged more from him with the twist of his hand in Declan’s hair.“Figure it out.”Declan kissed the sentiment from his lips, deepened the kiss with only the slightest beat of pause.
Teeth, he called them.Like any other.Nails.
Fangs.Claws.
Declan broke the kiss only to breathe, dragging his nails down the back of Antonio’s neck.He was rewarded with an answering groan and Antonio’s other hand, solid where it gripped Declan’s ass.
“You should fuck me against a tree at some point,” words broken around shivering breath but he laughed when he said it, “but not now.I like where we are now.”
Where they were then, his teeth pressed gentle to Antonio’s lower lip, the flex of eager fingers on an ass with not that much to grab.Perfect, all of it.
A wild drunken night.A blow landed that had you grinning with it.A touch that fit like worn-soft leather.
“Fuck you on the damned moon if you want.”Antonio’s voice, serrated at the seams, a want-rough growl as ragged and breathless as Declan’s own.
“We can work our way up to the moon,” Declan murmured in agreement, reaching for more.
Exploratory touches to jaw and throat while he leaned in, drank in the ragged shape of Antonio’s breath with kiss after greedy kiss.He lost time to it, gone with the drag of Antonio’s tongue and reddening lips.
It’d beenages.And kissing never felt like this.It didn’t send a wildfire through his veins, claws careful the way he rarely paid mind to.Every other time he climbed on top of a strapping man, there had been a full glamour, and the human unaware of what they truly touched.
Antonio’s hand slipped up from Declan’s ass and under the hem of his shirt.Talented fingers found the ridge of his spine, and blunt human teeth nibbled at his lower lip.
