Arthur pushed into the kiss a little, slowly, probing. His fingers danced along Mikhail's spine, prodding around the small of his back.
Mikhail let out a whimper now, also pushing into the kiss.
Arthur pressed harder, his fingers dancing a bit lower.
Mikhail tilted his head to deepen the kiss, letting out another small whimper.
Arthur's fingers twined in Mikhail's hair, his fingers tracing up the other's spine.
Mikhail let out a small moan, hoping his shirt wasn't in the way.
Arthur soon slid both hands down to pull at Mikhail's shirt, leaning to deepen the kiss, letting his fingers brush Mikhail's torso as he pulled at the shirt.
Mikhail gasped in surprise but helped Arthur take off his shirt, quickly kissing him again after his shirt was off.
Arthur pulled Mikhail against him, his heart thumping so loud he thought for sure that Mikhail could hear it as he hugged the other tightly.
Mikhail pressed himself flush against Arthur, hugging him tighter.
Arthur tensed a little in his grip, his body quivering a little under Mikhail's touch.
Mikhail used one hand to cup Arthur's cheek again, hoping his heart wasn't beating loud enough for him to hear.
Arthur gently pressed into his hand, and further into the kiss, probing gently. His fingers also traced the other's spine, teasing the skin around it, careful of the scars. (Which I remember you mentioned Mikhail has scars, lots of them.)
(Ye, he does)
Mikhail let out another small moan, deepening the kiss again.
Arthur quivered a little, his left hand slipping up the Mikhail's shoulderblades, teasing the skin there as he pressed further into the kiss.
Mikhail pressed in closer to Arthur, wanting more, sweeping his tongue across his lower lip again.
Arthur let him in gladly, pressing inwards himself, his fingers still searching for that sweet spot.
Mikhail explored his mouth again, almost gasping loudly when Arthur found his sweet spot, but he just gasped through his nose instead.
Arthur smiled into the kiss, pressing furthur, probing Mikhail's mouth. His fingers probed that one spot, prodding and massaging it.
Mikhail let out a moan, also pressing into the kiss.
Arthur smiled more, continuing his prodding and kissing. Letting out a small whimper for more.
Mikhail kept letting out small moans, wanting more again.
Arthur gave it to him happily, his other hand twining in Mikhail's hair, pulling him closer as his tongue twined with his.
Mikhail intertwined his tongue with Arthur's letting out another small moan.
Arthur whimpered again, almost desperate for more.
(Pokey…..)
(Srry)
Mikhail used his other hand to tug him closer, wrapping his arms around Arthur.
(Also, PM or skip?)
(skip, I don't do smut.)
(Oki then, time skip to when?)
Lunch? Something like that?)
