Tennessee Whiskey

Chapter 7: Arc 1 - Wet & Exposed (Part 2)

The apprehension is palpable. They remain submerged in hyper-saline water for as long as they could possibly bare - that being when Yao said they could, because if it were up to Alfred to decide, they would hardly have stayed in for more than a mere few seconds. The sun has since disappeared, and taking its place, a moon and a brilliant display of the elevating heavens.

When they've come ashore, Alfred is swift to rummage his backpack for the blanket; not because it's cold, but because he acknowledges that Yao isn't going to be receptive to any kind of pleasure if he's lying bare back in the jagged sand.

Who would?

Yao gives total absorption to this and watches with a silent anxiety, holding himself shakily. How can he be so worked up over this? He had no problem giving pleasure to Alfred, he's done so before...yet something about receiving the same treatment is somehow - frightening? Intimidating?

Their surroundings are silent, save for the sounds of rustling leaves in a light breeze. Not even the insects scattered among the dark nature are chattering. Alfred perches himself down when the blanket is tactfully spread out, patting to the spot in front of him in a beckoning manner. Yao can feel a tightening in his stomach and a sudden chest hitching at being summoned, and at first remains idle in his current location.

A silent discernment reaches Alfred that the elder is nervous, and attempts to assure the other with an innocent smile. Yao sighs in surrender, cautiously approaching the spot reserved for him. When he sits down, his body only seems to stiffen with anxiety. As if his entire flesh is being sucked into his bones. The American is mindful of this, simply placing a hand over Yao's, holding it tenderly with additional comforting caresses.

The brunette relaxes marginally, slackening his shoulders. Alfred finds the nerve to lean in cautiously, granting Yao a few soft kisses along his jaw.

Alabaster fingers tighten their grip on tan, anticipating what will come next. Another hand reaches forward, coming to rest on Yao's waist, while finally, Alfred's lips seek to claim the other's with a surprisingly predatory kiss. The dancer is receptive, tilting his head to give them a better angle.

Their kiss is slow, exploratory, and passionate. Yao, deciding to be submissive, granting Alfred the freedom to do as he pleases. Being taken care of this way is possibly the most intimate interaction he has ever participated in.

The hand placed at his waist is well-mannered, only moving slightly in elliptical motions for a calming stimulation. His skin prickles with a certain enticement. Releasing his hand from Alfred's, he works his fingertips against the back of the other's neck, silently urging for more. This is, after all, an activity with an end goal.

The heroic nation acquiesces, both of his hands now claiming ownership of Yao's delicate and pure waist, working down to and offering a soothing massage. The gesture finally provokes Yao into a carnal mindset, spreading his legs in invitation.

Alfred accepts this with glee, gently pushing Yao to lie down and climbing on top. His hand mindlessly scales down the length of Yao's lanky thighs, making the shorter's skin prickle with quiet excitement.

"Are you okay?" Alfred asks faintly, pulling away and looking down to a clearly distressed Chinese.

Silence. Yao simply nods.

"Y'know you can tell me if I'm going too fast?" He follows up, genuine concern on his face.

"No, I'm alright." Yao affirms, smiling airily.