Soap runs down my face. I blink it off.
We're laughing, kissing each other's mouths, hands slipping everywhere and nowhere at once. Every touch is affectionate but charged. Like we're holding ourselves back without evenknowing why. And somewhere between the laughter and the water and the tangled breath, I forget this is fucking temporary.
…
We step out of the bathroom and everything feels slower now. The air between us is heavy, very charged, like something's about to happen and we both know it.
He's pulling his shirt on and his fingers are fumbling slightly at the hem as he drags it down over his chest. His hair's sticking to his forehead.
He looks so fucking good I almost forget to breathe. I don't even think. I just reach out and grab him by the waist, gently but firmly, and pull him down onto me where I'm already half lying on the bed.
He lets out a small sound as he straddles me. He ends up sitting on my hips, facing me, and for a second, we just stay like that. His legs are on either side of me, locking me in like a cage. If I twitch my dick on purpose, he's gonna feel it. He's literally sitting on it. I lace my hands behind my head and sink back, getting comfortable with Rava on top of me like this.
We're not doing anything. We're just…sitting here. Watching each other like neither of us knows what we're supposed to do next, but we both feel it. That pressure. That slow, magnetic pull.
His knees press into the bed on either side of me, grounding himself. His hands rest on my chest for balance, and my fingers are already back on his waist.
My favorite place on his body. There's just something about it…about how my hands fit there, how warm and alive he feels. I could stay like this forever. Just holding him here. Letting him breathe on me. Letting him look at me like that. And then hereaches up. Slowly. His fingers brush against my mouth. No, not my mouth.
My lip ring.
He touches it like he's never seen one before. Just barely, almost not touching it at all, but I feel it everywhere.
"Shit," I whisper, almost under my breath. I grin without even meaning to. "This stupid little piercing has never been worth it until right now."
He smiles and traces it again, gently. I feel my pulse in my jaw. "Did it hurt?"
"Oh, like hell," I mutter. "They had to clamp it, then pierce it through. Whole thing bled like crazy."
His eyes narrow like he's trying to imagine it. "So why'd you do it?"
I tilt my head, still smiling. "Honestly? I thought it looked hot. But now?" I slide my hands slowly up under his shirt, brushing my thumbs across his warm skin. "Now I know I did it just forthismoment. So you can touch it like that."
He rolls his eyes, but he's biting back a smile. His thumb grazes the edge of the ring again, slower this time. Less curious, more fond. I exhale through my nose, try to keep it cool, but it's fucking useless.
"Come here," I whisper. He leans down, and starts kissing me slowly.
Super slowly. I kiss him back just as slow, one hand sliding up his back under his shirt, the other still clutching his waist.
When he pulls back, just a little, his lips hover over mine. Our noses touch. His breath is shaky. His voice is quieter than I've ever heard it. "I like it," he says.
"What?"
"The ring," he murmurs. "It's very…you."
I laugh, my forehead resting against his. "Yeah? Good. Because I'm not taking it out anytime soon."
"You better not," he says. "I'm kind of obsessed with it now." "Good," I whisper, then nudge his chin with mine and kiss him again, longer this time, deeper.
This is definitely NOT what we agreed on. Not even fucking close. But we don't seem to care. We melt into it.
This kiss is all the things we don't say. All the feelings neither of us is ready to admit out loud but can't hide when we're like this.
He shifts a little, settling more comfortably over me, and I groan softly against his mouth. "Fuck, I love when you're on top of me," I murmur, not even trying to filter it.
He chuckles against my lips. "Yeah, I noticed. You're hard." And we both laugh. And now I'm scared. Because for a second, it doesn't feel forbidden. It just feels right.
I kiss the side of his head. I can't stop touching him. Now I fucking get it. This is what people mean when they say they're happy. That thing that makes you want to stay frozen in time. And it's the first time ever I'm feeling it too. I can finally relate.
