biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss OR a possessive kiss meant to stake a claim for siladeu 🧍♂️ bonus if it’s both. pl
& RE : + combined with, “i’d set fire to the world around me but never let a flame touch you.” / closed memes. / @londonfallen.
a promise, a sermon, or a prophecy : perhaps it is all three. amadeu presses their hand 'gainst his chest from where they kneel over him, each leg on either side of alice's body. below them he lays, arms sprawled dramatically to his sides, hair laying every which way 'pon the chapel's floor but most of all along his face, with his hat having long fallen away from them. it is a rare sight, indeed, for one to appear both a mess and so intrinsically put together. were one to look in on them, they might think him the next poor bastard caught in the clutches of the bandersnatch. many have they pinned to this ground, teeth bared, claws digging through their chest in search of their heart. but now, as their palm hovers where normally they would rip, only delicately do they pull at the edges of his shirt. enough to unhook the buttons without ripping it, only to expose that spot 'pon which they so egregiously and oft feasted. the tip of their nail touches him then, gaze lifting from chest to face as they regard him now.
he has not flinched from them, a feat which alone would speak of bravery, but that isn't really the case, though without fear silas often is. fear is a non-factor, instead the unspoken expectation of trust lingers between them. he does not except them to harm him, and so he does not fight. amadeu's lips part, eyes dancing between lilac and maroon in turn with the adoration 'pon their face.
"you can't quell it. you cannot ignore it. now you speak such romantic promises to me as if you cannot even feign it," they murmur, voice soft as to not disturb the oppressive atmosphere that had fallen over the church grounds as they stay locked in this moment. "your heart is racing, silas. hume, monster, or god, even wrapped in the veil of the heavens, we cannot mute the most passionate parts of ourselves. it distresses you, doesn't it? the madness of it all." they push up on their knees now, raising from their place 'pon his lap. they fall over him, hands moving so that their palms rest now on either side of his head. now they look directly down at him, the frayed skirt of their dress falling wayside as their knee moves closer to his body. "i am the one who should not exist. your exception, the broken rule. a million times have you spoken promises that you had every intention to break, but this is not one : not solely because it benefits you, but because it is me." they lower themselves enough to press a chaste kiss to the side of their jaw, but in doing so, they pull away thereafter, once more sat 'pon his lap. "the answer is there, even if you do not speak it. aching within you, even if you cannot choke it out of your heart just yet. i trust you. i know that i will never burn 'neath the flames you fan. i will be the first and last in your entire, eternal existence to know you from your core to the mask you wear, who will tell you this, who will mean it, and who you will not betray."
their claw points to their bottom lip, where they tap for emphasis. "porque me amas, mi ángel." and like that, they seem content to attempt to turn their mind elsewhere.
their eyes narrow, the lift of their mouth hard to catch as they move to push themselves off of him, at last. freedom for the heart they have captured is their intent, though they do not get far within their endeavors. they've barely a moment to register the hand that grasps their arm, hard enough to pull them back down. although they only release a breath of rushed air as they're pulled flush against his chest, they've just enough time to grab at his shoulder once fallen atop him, fingers dug into the very same shirt they'd bunched up only minutes before. they don't get a chance to say anything in retaliation before the very same hand that had pulled them is pushing them in time with the moment silas leans up to close what miniscule distance remains.
they wilt against him almost immediately. he steals their attention back, perhaps quite cross that the idea of losing it had even entered their mind. lips pressed hard against their own, they allow him to guide them over him once more, where he holds them tight 'gainst him now, opposite hand finding its place upon their leg. at the same moment their lips part for him, it trails up, and they hum in both an expression of contentment and amusement. his fingers press into their shoulder and thigh alike : urged to give him what he seeks, their own hands move to settle now 'gainst his neck as they so often do, cradling his jaw in both their palms. it is both a gesture of absolute adoration and a wile to hold his face closer. the kiss between them deepens and their knees press against his hips in the moment his knee bends 'neath them.
" — mercy, silas," they lament, their voice equal parts sigh and moan on his lips. for their efforts, they are met with the sharp bite of his teeth, to which he in exchange is met with bubbling mirth. they can't help but smile, eyes fluttering open to look at him. they are so close, lips still brushing one-another. they can feel his breath on their skin, but see naught aside from his eyes before their own. beautiful does not do him justice. there is no spoken or written word in any language, flourishing or dead, which could properly put into perspective this moment as the deafening silence of the church lends precedence to only their mixed sighs, in which they are entangled with one another.
one hand of theirs shifts only slightly so that they may properly cradle his cheek. the other, however, moves to silas's forgotten shirt, where now they tug proper at the remainder of the buttons still clasped. once they have pulled enough free, they are able to slide their palm under the fabric to push it from his shoulder : their skin is freezing, but alice's own is hot to the touch. if he wanted their attention to remain solely on him, so be it, then. he would not have to demand it twice. they crave it besides, this complete and total possession between the two of them. he commands them without speaking and with total reverence, they kneel to him.
"mm. tu oración es mi deseo." it takes little effort on their part to resituate so that his raised knee fits perfectly in the space between their thighs. "give yourself to me, then, mi amor. i've a great many promises i may make to you, one for every piece of you that you desire i bless..."
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