Stepping Up
A sneaky little Desi x Maraas fic for @numinlavellan. Occurs shortly after the scene in her lovely art, found HERE >.>
Desi Fiore Trevelyan, of course, belongs to @numinlavellan! (approx 1700 words, most under the cut. NSFW-ish!)
“Put me down Marass, you horn-headed piece of—!”
Maraas made a show of feigning hurt, although it was difficult to manage with Desi’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, the smaller man’s scowling face so close it was almost too tempting to resist.
“Ouch, now you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.” He chuckled and leaned forward, lips hovering just short of Desi’s. As he continued, he could feel the man’s breath hot against his skin, mingling with his own. “If you really want, then sure, I’ll put you down. Walk away without you.” He paused pointedly, all too aware of the tight lines of muscle concealed beneath Desi’s clothing, firm against his palms. Lips curving into a smile, Maraas hiked the red-head up a little, pressing their bodies closer, one hand beneath Desi’s thigh, the other resting on his lower back. “But,” he continued in a low tone, “I have a feeling that’s not what you want.”
“S… Shut up!” Desi snapped, and while the words still carried a tell-tale sharpness, he drew himself in, legs tightening slightly around Maraas’ waist. “You talk a hell of a lot, you know that?”
“Ha! Yeah, so I’ve been told,” Maraas mused, eyeing Desi fondly, enjoying the tight furrow of his brow, the well-practiced lines of his scowl. “Can’t help it, unfortunately. Call it a flaw of mine. It’s a real shame, considering—”
With a frustrated huff Desi slammed his lips against Maraas’, effectively silencing him with the force of the movement. Surprised, Maraas took a step back then just stood there dumbly for a moment. However, he quickly eased into a smile and leaned into the kiss with a low, satisfied groan. Slowly, he started walking backwards, not bothering to look where he was going, intent on the man whose legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist. A part of him – a large part – wanted nothing more than to be alone with him. To find a door, kick it open then shut again, and block out the rest of the world. Just for a few minutes. A few hours.
Hell, maybe even a whole night, if he’d stay.
I wanted to add this other thing bc I MEAN LOOK. I’M GONNA SCREAM TILL NEXT YEAR ABOUT THIS OK?????