Digital Delicacy (SaMS SolarMoon Ship)

We're Doing What Now?

I freeze, feeling my face heat up slightly. "Uh, what the hell are you doing?"

He buries his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder, not replying. I'm acutely aware of how close he is, how his chest presses against my back as he tightens his grip on my waist. It's an oddly nice feeling, though I wouldn't admit it out loud.

"Moon," I try again, slowly grabbing his hands and trying to remove them from over my belt, "you're drunk. Go to bed."

He grabs my belt so I can't pry his hands away, The tugging on my pants heats my face more. I don't even know what to say at this point, so I just stand there.

After a moment, I feel Moon lift his head up. I think he's gonna pull away until I feel his lips against my neck.

The sensation makes me gasp softly. "M-Moon! What are you doing?" I try to pull him off my back, but a part of me wants him to keep going. Though, that's not the right thing to do, so I try to pry him off.

Moon suddenly lets go and spins me around so we're now face-to-face - our faces are rather close now. His hand wraps around my wrist with ease, his other reaching up to grasp my chin so I can't look away. He smells like alcohol, and his chest is pressed against mine.

I know my face is probably redder than his, and he's drunk. My heart almost flies out of my chest, our breathing sounding deafening in the silence. His face is so close to mine, and I can't help but stare at his lips. I realize with a start that I want his lips, the ones pressed against my neck a few seconds ago. They look so smooth, so soft, so oddly kissable.

After I finally find my voice, it's weak and quiet. "Moon, you're not thinking straight. You're drunk, you-you might regret this in the morning-"

"I don't care," he finally replies. His words are still slurred, but he sounds serious. "Solar, I want this. I've wanted this for so long, and that's not the drunk talking. I want you. The question is, do you want me?"

I freeze. Those words were the last thing I expected to leave his mouth through those beau- I mean, those lips of his. He was so close, and that fact alone was enough to not let my words out. I stand there, shocked and staring at him as he patiently waits for a reply.

His lips, his touch, his body. I realize, with a start, that I do want him. I've wanted him like this for so long. That's what those feelings were all this time - the burning every time he even tapped me, the way even seeing him can wake me up and make me giddy, how his voice enchants me as if he were a melody of a siren. I wanted him, I wanted to hold him close and feel every inch of him against me.

Moon is still waiting patiently for a reply, so I give him one in my shaky and timid voice. "Yes... I-I do..."

He stares at me a moment before pulling me and pressing his lips against mine, and I don't hesitate kissing back. The fact that this is even happening ignites my chest. I cling to his shoulders as his hands land on my hips. His lips were so soft, tasting of alcohol and chocolate. I never knew how much I needed that taste until I had it, and I never wanted to lose it.

His tongue fights against mine as he pulls me closer, his hands daring to travel up my shirt and feel my chest. His hands are so cold yet so soft, making me shiver in faint delight. He pulls away for air, and there's a thin trail of saliva connecting out mouths for a moment before is breaks and falls onto my shirt. We stare at each other, gasping and panting.

Slowly, his hands grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it up. I realize what he wants and lets go of his shoulders, holding my arms above my head so he can remove my shirt. He tosses it to the ground next to us, then begins with his own shirt.

The sensible part of me was telling me to stop it here, to not let him do something he might regret when he's sober and hungover. However, I don't listen. Moon wanted to take this all the way, to take me here and now in his dimly lit room, and I was going to let him.

I can't help but admire his chest as it's reveled. He's always been slightly insecure about his chocolate vitiligo, but right now it made him look even more beautiful. Every curve, every crevice, I wanted to explore all of it.

My hands reach up and slowly push his hat off of his head, tangling my fingers in his dark locks. I yank his head closer and kiss him again, aware of our bodies pressed against each other. I feel him walk me backwards, gently nudging me down onto his bed, and I comply. His hands feel over my chest as he continues to kiss me, his lips moving more aggressively as I feel his lust grow. I could say the same of myself.

His lips leave mine and trail down my jaw, back to my neck once again. I gasp and tilt my head so he can reach the spot he wants. I feel him sucking on the skin and can't stop a soft moan from escaping my lips. I was warm all over, shaking a little now as I let him have his way with me.

That night I certainly won't forget. The way his skin felt against mine, his soft gasps as he sighs my name over and over. We stayed like that into the night, and I loved every second of him.