All precision in Valerians' efforts to undress Greengrass disappeared when he felt the man's hand on him, and he let out a strangled sound that was best described as something between a whimper and a moan. The noise disappeared into the kiss as their lips met, and while one hand continued to fumble with the last few buttons his other one went up to cup Greengrass' jaw. It was usually like this—the frantic touching, the slow undressing, the knowledge that by the time they were actually undressed they wouldn't have much time—but Valerian had never felt this desperate for closeness. Physically they were about as close as they could get, but this was something... different. He didn't even know how to describe the emotion, let alone how to fulfill it.
Valerian hissed as he felt Greengrass' teeth on his skin, and then—gone. Valerian pulled back just as he managed to get the final button undone, a light frown on his face that was more a response to Greengrass' frown than what Greengrass has said. "Probably not tonight," he murmured, letting his hand slide across Greengrass' jaw, down his neck, and over the planes of his torso. The corner of his mouth lifted up into a half smile. "But that doesn't mean, I can't, hm?"
Valerian hissed as he felt Greengrass' teeth on his skin, and then—gone. Valerian pulled back just as he managed to get the final button undone, a light frown on his face that was more a response to Greengrass' frown than what Greengrass has said. "Probably not tonight," he murmured, letting his hand slide across Greengrass' jaw, down his neck, and over the planes of his torso. The corner of his mouth lifted up into a half smile. "But that doesn't mean, I can't, hm?"
