Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven - Saturday Morning
The scrape of Jamie’s foot over his ankle and up along his calf felt like dry-air sparks, an electric current trapped between them and desperate to find a way to ground itself by leaping between their skin. It prickled and made the hairs lift all the way up the back of his leg, trailing behind the press of Jamie’s heel into his calf muscle. And yeah, it wasn’t comfortable, and his foot twitched under the force of the pressure on his calf, but that was a split second and Jamie’s muscles ratcheting loose as he writhed between Seven’s hips and the sheets felt more like a year.
He let his head fall forward into the dip of Jamie’s neck so that his lips buzzed against the guy’s collarbone when he laughed. Not because he took any particular pleasure in Jamie’s frustration, and not because of the way that Jamie said his name -- although that one definitely swooped low in his gut and licked fire up his insides, rocking his hips jaggedly forward with the force of it as the arm pinned underneath Jamie bent at the elbow so that he could hold the guy still with one hand splayed on his bare chest.
He laughed because it made perfect sense that the one thing that could most easily yank Jamie out of the stubborn hold of sleep was the indignation of getting cock-teased. Even though it was a second without the heat of Seven’s hand before it was back again, the coaxing of his thumb as he rubbed against the ridge of Jamie’s head. But the laughter quickly rolled into far-away thunder as his breath caught on his ribs, molars clicking together at the same time that Seven closed his eyes and nosed back into the hair behind Jamie’s ear. The noises the guy was making, they were going to undo him faster than the grinding of his dick against Jamie’s ass, and a struck-chord groan unwound from Seven’s throat in response at the spurt of wetness against his fingers.
He exhaled, slow and shaky and something that might have been yeah stretched out thin like taffy, but could have just been rattling air in his mouth. Sliding slippery now, his hand moved faster along the length of Jamie’s shaft. Jamie’s mouth was open and seeking and there and Seven met it with his own, beard and stubble scraping together so that both their cheeks and chins were flushing pink by the time that Seven licked into Jamie’s mouth, sliding over the fat of his bottom lip.