But this prompt just called out to me begging me to write it! I love you more then anything else. Anyone else. And stillβ¦stillβ¦you push me away. Each breath he breathes, each deep soothing breath, he can feel himself trying to calm down. As he tries to reign in his shaky emotions. The tension builds as the dark haired man counts away the seconds through his heart beats, he is uncertain of what caused all of this- his eyes conveying every emotion that flits though his eyes.
He wants to ask why the other man is acting like this, wants to know what he has done wrong. Slowly his mouth opens, as he prepares to ask⦠But he never gets the words out before he is slammed against the wall, his head hitting the solid object a little too harshly for his liking. Blinking, to clear the haze, he looks down and stares at the other man who is currently gripping his dress shirt, fabric crinkling in his grip as he twists his hands, fists never letting up on their death grip.
Fingers lighten their grip as he deepens the kiss, his tongue pushing and forcing its way inside. Soon the two are nipping and sucking as fingers curl up in hair, pushing their bodies closer together. A jean clad leg pushes its way between the dress slacks making the other man moan into the kiss. He feels his knees give out on him until the only thing keeping him upright was the wall behind him and the blond man before him.
His back arches has he feels the jean clad leg slowly rub against his crotch, knee sliding sensually against his thigh. Fingers twist in hair as the kiss is deepened, moans swallowed up by the other man. He still has not moved away as he watches his lover, who is currently leaning against the wall.
Golden eyes glint slightly as he takes in the older man; it is subtle- if he had not known his lover as well as he does he would have missed it just like how the whole film crew has. But he can tell how flustered the take has left the dark haired man. His cheeks were brushed with a barely visible, rosy pink blush.
