10-15-2016, 11:59 PM
Pyre studied the stranger’s face, let his eyes rove the stallion’s body again, trying to pinpoint what was causing such an odd reaction. It wasn’t the shape of him, nor the look in his eyes, nor the mischief of his grin as it played across his lip, though those were all well and good. But when the man spoke...Pyre would’ve just let it go, but the reaction persisted, a tingling warmth that returned whenever he heard that voice, felt the words flowing across his skin like a caress.
Curious.
Still, the subtle signs of discomfort in the other man distracted him, spurring Pyre to fix whatever ailed him somehow. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, not that there was really a damn thing he could do about the problem, but somehow that little fact didn’t seem to matter to the frustrating ache in his chest compelling him to act.
But before he could put the feeling into words, he got a good bit sidetracked as the other man stepped closer, closing the distance between them until he was almost touching Pyre, muzzle hovering right over his jawline, breath flowing across his neck and setting sparks to flaring in all those interesting places that voice had left warmth settling inside him. Well then. “Would it now?” he found himself crooning, his eyes drifting closed as he melted just a bit beneath the onslaught of such inexplicably familiar tones that sank into him and felt...almost right.
Almost.
Subtle undertones of dissonance were just enough to keep him from tracing his lips along the other man’s neck and inviting him to distract away, though not quite enough to stop the soft little groan that almost-caress evoked as the stranger pulled away. Pyre half-opened his eyes, and for half a heartbeat the ones that met his felt like the wrong color, like they should be--but he couldn’t quite place it, and the sensation was gone before he could figure out what the hell it meant, slippery and elusive and aided in its escape by the words falling from strange lips and drawing Pyre’s attention. Words that drew a low, throaty laugh out of him.
“Yeah, you’d be seeing a very different side of me too right about now if my body were capable of showing it.” A few less curves, a bit more height, a new color, a sex that felt like it fit more at the moment...all superficial details, but still, he felt so constricted, so confined, so bound. And sadly not in a fun way.
Curious.
Still, the subtle signs of discomfort in the other man distracted him, spurring Pyre to fix whatever ailed him somehow. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, not that there was really a damn thing he could do about the problem, but somehow that little fact didn’t seem to matter to the frustrating ache in his chest compelling him to act.
But before he could put the feeling into words, he got a good bit sidetracked as the other man stepped closer, closing the distance between them until he was almost touching Pyre, muzzle hovering right over his jawline, breath flowing across his neck and setting sparks to flaring in all those interesting places that voice had left warmth settling inside him. Well then. “Would it now?” he found himself crooning, his eyes drifting closed as he melted just a bit beneath the onslaught of such inexplicably familiar tones that sank into him and felt...almost right.
Almost.
Subtle undertones of dissonance were just enough to keep him from tracing his lips along the other man’s neck and inviting him to distract away, though not quite enough to stop the soft little groan that almost-caress evoked as the stranger pulled away. Pyre half-opened his eyes, and for half a heartbeat the ones that met his felt like the wrong color, like they should be--but he couldn’t quite place it, and the sensation was gone before he could figure out what the hell it meant, slippery and elusive and aided in its escape by the words falling from strange lips and drawing Pyre’s attention. Words that drew a low, throaty laugh out of him.
“Yeah, you’d be seeing a very different side of me too right about now if my body were capable of showing it.” A few less curves, a bit more height, a new color, a sex that felt like it fit more at the moment...all superficial details, but still, he felt so constricted, so confined, so bound. And sadly not in a fun way.