Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
Centuries of tightly-wound self control around the other was the only thing that kept Kai from charging the bed outright. His steps towards the bed were controlled, but somehow predatory, like a hunter stalking a particularly beautiful prey. Fitting, he thought.
His shirt was shed on his way over to the bed, pants going the same way as he sat down on the mattress next to his lover. A hand reached out, brushing over Rurik's chest, strawberries not even registering for the sight of the witch so displayed.
Rather than bothering to speak, he leaned forward to take a kiss, hotand hard.