𖤓WARNING! CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT/SMUT! TRANSGENDER CHARACTER USES AFAB LANGUAGE, GENDERFLUID CHARACTER USES AMAB LANGUAGE𖤓
The Sun portends good fortune, happiness, joy and harmony. It represents the universe coming together and agreeing with your path and aiding forward movement into something greater.
I was cuddled against Moon in the cabin, watching the sun rise through the port window. Water lapped hungrily at the side of the boat, echoing against the metal of the hull. The ferry would slow to a stop in Avengelis soon, and we would have to try and find somewhere to live, even with our lacking funding and no real plan. The stress ate at me from the inside, causing my hands to fidget nervously. Moon noticed this, apparently, and reached to touch his hands to mine.
"Mordred? You okay, love?" He asked me. I let the British accented 'love' linger in my mind for a moment, before I answered. I made sure to lower my voice so as not to disturb the other people in our cabin.
"I'm just stressed, is all. We don't have any real plan whatsoever, so I'm just trying to think of how we're gonna transition from Fishlegs to Avengelis." I sighed, nuzzling into Moon's shoulder. He chuckled and leaned into me, wrapping a hand around me.
"Well, I could help you take your mind off of some things ~" He murmured loftily, carefully grazing his fingers under my shirt, just to draw expectant circles on my hip bone. MY face immediately flushed a deep red.
"N-no, I need to think of some kind of plan." I laughed nervously, frantically ignoring the heat pooling in my abdomen and looking away. Moon's ice cold fingers left for a moment, only to softly graze my jawline, turning my face back to him.
"Y'know, you think too much." He whispers, pulling me so close we were breathing each other's air and our noses were touching. I inhaled sharply.
"And how do you plan to fix that?" I asked.
"Like this." He answered, a soft yet flirtatious smile spreading his lips.
His lips crashed into mine, and immediately, any stress left my body like a cloud floating away in the breeze. I groaned as he bit my bottom lip, pulling me into his lap.
No sex drive? How wrong could I possibly be?
(The answer was very)
Moon was achingly slow, teasing, and intentional with every touch. He'd run his hands down my sides, reaching underneath my shirt to rub circles into my chest, then carefully tracing lines down to my back, my stomach, my thighs.
And I'd push right back. I'd pull myself tighter into his grip, tangling my fingers in light blue hair and tenderly brushing my thumb underneath his eye, on his cheeks, his neck, and on his nape and collarbones.
I moaned softly as he gently took my hips and rocked his own to mine. He pulled away, and started gently kissing at the skin of my collarbone, continuing to rub against me just enough to make me want more but not enough to sustain me completely. It was gentle, slow, lazy, and nearly thoughtless.
"Jesus Christ." I groaned as he bit my neck. "I thought you were a virgin." Moon paused.
"I am" He admitted, leaning back so that I sat atop his hips and he laid with his legs crossed and his arms folded behind his head, which looked up at me with a sly smirk, heavy eyes, and quirked eyebrows.
