Drabbles

Madness

Madness.

That is what it is.

He is utterly mad.

His eyes are fixated on the pale canvas on his bed. The other man lying on his stomach, the tight muscles under the ivory skin leading to the curve of the pale globes beckons his touch. A leg is carelessly curved around the pillow exposing the hint of the taint, caving him under the spell. He pushes himself from the door where he stood, feeling pretty predator-ish despite their earlier activities.

A soft surprised sound escaped the younger when tanned hands cup those pale unmarked skin, waking him up from the pleasure induced stupor. He bites down on his moan when a harsh nip is delivered and tempered with an open mouthed kiss, the sharp pain pleasure sending a zing to his cock, wakening it to his surprise when he thought he is already all spent.

The older stares at the slightly pink star, remembering how it came to be this pink, how it looks wrapped around his cock earlier, how he had spilled inside far too soon and the pearlescent fluids spilling out.

"Are you going to stare all night?"

He shakes his head ruefully at his sassy lover before diving down to lick and lavish attention at the wrinkled pink, enjoying being able to drive the other as mad as he, losing all coherent thoughts, all that matters is the two of them together.

This is madness.

Even the thought of them being together, in this society that is barely tolerant.

But as he pressed a hot kiss on the other's clavicle, the sounds of the younger's pleasure filling the air as his fingers rub and prod at the hard prostate and he swallowed the loud cry in a deep kiss, he could really not care less.

Let them be utterly mad.