Sunday is here so I’m making a hasty hasty six post. This might be the last for Cynfal and Gwion for a while so I’ll need to design myself a new Six Sunday drawing. I’m not sure whether to do pirates or something else.
Anyhow – here’s the link and here’s the six continuing pretty much from where we left of last week. If you like romance – sorry – if you like het – um, sorry – if you like flowey language – omg sorry. Click the cut to read more.
Cynfal would have preferred to see what he was doing, but the pleasures of stripping the shirt from that long smooth back, the strong tangle of legs, the sinewy strength of his lover could be felt as well. Gwion seemed more eager to get on with it, turning onto his front, drawing his knees under him. “Please,” he said again, but Cynfal lingered over the job. On his own knees he folded over the body beneath him, hands roving from bowed head and folded arms, down Gwion’s sides to fasten on his hips. Gwion tensed, taking a breath but Cynfal ran his hands up his chest to find and tweak a nipple, then stroked up Gwion’s throat to find his mouth.
“Spit,” he ordered and Gwion did.
Now I have to go and fill in the holes in the floors in the living and dining rooms. Don’t ask!