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Sweet moments

So this is just a little thing (based on a bigger thing) that I made for a friend for her birthday. Nothing too bad so there’s not drop thing, but still enough to get her fangirl blood warm heh heh

Happy Birthday Boo! I’m sorry I didn’t get this done in time but I hope you like it! You’re such a good friend to me and I wouldn’t have been able to finish this without thinking of your excitement, feeling so relived from your understanding near the end, and seeing your reaction. Love you @boocup​~ I hope this tagged or mentions you properly cause I’ll be pretty mad if I mess it up lol.

PLEASE DON’T REPOST THIS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION OR AT LEAST PUT A LINK TO THIS BLOG OR I WILL FIND YOU. And if I made any grammar or spelling mistakes I’m sorry. I’m learning to write better so bare with me.

 The walls of the master bedroom, located on the second floor of the spacious family sized home, was painted a light and refreshing shade of pastel green, covering every corner of the room from the bottom white molding to the ceiling. At this late hour of the night, it looked soft and gentle touch in the darkness. Furniture and material items were scattered on the stained wood floor; an overstuffed dresser against one wall, a bookcase crammed with reading materials and nick-nacks stood against another, clothes scattered on the floor in a small pile, recent tossed in close proximity to the large bed on a pale brown and cream-colored rug on another. And framing them were white painted windows that looked out beyond at the world, each one like a picture.

 Past the deathly still curtains and a few books, papers, and potted plants that sat on the different ledges, was the endless night sky and the world as the men who lived in the home knew it. The different views from the bedroom consisted of the other houses, the edge of trees from a nearby forest, and the distant lights of a city far beyond the roofs and treetops. Up above the earth and the world of the living, the stars twinkled in a rainbow of colors next to the other celestial bodies of the planets, some in blues and reds, some in solid shades of white, and some no more than pinpricks holes in a deep blue and black blanket. Like gems from the bottom of the sea, their light grew and shrank as they seemingly danced, but never flickered out. Some shined brighter than others, but they were all equally beautiful in the glorious night sky.

 And like how people gaze and watch them, come of the scattered nocturnal lights watched the two lovers; peeking through the cream curtains with eternal eyes from their places so high above. They watched the two men lovers caught in a moment of passion so strong and sweet, even the gods of old could marvel and wonder if was real, how one could love another with so much truth in their hearts.

 Both of the men in the room of springtime leaves had blonde hair of slightly different shades and styles. One was a paler wheat color with a slight wave to his locks, while the other had more golden sun kissed hair, falling straighter in comparison. Both sporting hair that seemed to either curl like a witling flower or stand up like a cowlick, which only added to their appeal.

 Physical, their arms and long legs were thick with just the right amount of muscles to convey strength and beauty while their stomachs and lower torso could have been inspired from the abdominal muscles of classical marble statues. And finally, between their nicely toned thighs (one set being bigger than the other wink) was their members. Both were easily eye catching, but not only for their girth and length, which they could both be considered above average, but for how they can blow past all other men when they used it. They knew how to make people say the most sensual and gratifying noises using their one of a kind bodies. And when they knew the all the things that turned a person on, they’d give them one hell of a ride. One they won’t forget.

 But with two bed breakers in one room, it’d be understandable to image what they can when combining their abilities in…those matters. But tonight, the men claimed these precious moments for a sweet fluttering experiment rather than heart racing ones. A drizzle of rain before the heavy thumping of the storm is always appreciated after all.

 They were both utterly naked on the bed together, their bodies pressed in a loving embrace as they gave small kisses to each other’s cheeks and more passionate ones on their lips. The only evidence that there was anyone there in the dark room was their soft, but deep breaths and the rustle of the blue sheets. The man on top, Matthew, whose wavy hair framed his astonishing amethyst purple eyes, held one Alfred’s hands, whose own eyes were as clear and blue as a summer sky. Both men had pale complexions and normally wore matching square glasses. They also had similar looking faces and contrasted personalities. Matthew was the quiet but kind type and more likely to be worry or concerned over something small, while the latter was loud and cheerful, with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. Even witch such varying personalities, they didn’t repel each other like magnets.

 They were like the old saying, that opposites attract, like no other two forces in this world. This force both strong as steel and sweet as sugar water. That’s how to describe them and their connection.

Looking closely at them, at the breathless and curious scene of the two utterly smitten lovers in bed, it can make the mind wander with images that invoke familiarity. Some might think, in the wildest and freest of ways, that the two powerful men with bodies so beautifully craved like great Greek and Roman statues, could be imagined as great warriors, caught in a moment of passion after a long and hard-fought battle. Leaders of opposite armies who have come together for a night of long, sweet passion., built from the newly bloomed love.

Laying there, with their hands clasped tightly together and their mouths captured in never-ending kisses, their hearts beating like drums to a great, booming song. Harder and faster the rhythm went, shaking their chests with dizzying breathes. When they first ever kissed and took their feelings to the next level the beating was irregular and hardly coordinated. But slowly, as time when on, it became a strong bass duo, their minds communicated through their eyes, with growing pupils like eclipsed suns, and their hearts knew how to follow. And even with their eyes closed, they knew the song by heart.

 But, while they wanted this night to be calm and romantic…it wasn’t enough. The time they’ve spent together, about a few hours as of this moment, had barely satisfied the fiery desire that lingered deep in their muscles and veins. The eternal whispers of urging sung deep in their bones; tempting them to swiftly take the other in shared mutual passion.

 Laying on the bed together like this, their legs touching each other’s skin on the soft sheets, the beasts of their nature slowly shifted from their slumber once again in the warm darkness of their bodies, sending shivers under their pale skin in anticipation of what awaits in the reminder of the night.

Alfred placed a hand on Matthew’s bare chest and gently nudged him back with his palm, looking up with red kissed lips that were tilted to a smile. It made little wrinkles form in the corners of his eyes, causing Matthew to smile back in response to his sweetheart. He was a sucker for Alfred’s smiles, especially when it was in a peaceful and tender moment like this.

 Their heavy breaths mixed and made each other drowsy from their natural scents, warm and damp on their cheeks and lips in the nearness. They panted as if they’ve just run a thousand miles for this embrace and not from the heated kiss. Matthew’s hand released Alfred’s and touched the smooth, heated skin on his thigh, trailing his thin fingers till his sexy cheerful lover gasped from the sensitivity as he reached between his legs.

 His smile changed into a smirk the moment his thumb touched the tip of Alfred. “I get to lead the dance this time you know. So, don’t even think about trying to switch on me, or else I’ll make the walls shake~” He said, and Alfred saw the glint in his eyes change like a shadow, a not so visible sign that Matthew’s beast had awaken, and that it was hungry for him.

Fin~(maybe)

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