He was grateful for that little touch of Sean’s hand. His own hand turned and held onto the other. Savoring the precious moments they had, Kong remained silent but hopeful. He knew that when they returned that they would probably part ways and that made his heart heavy.
Exhaling through his nose, Sean was grateful as well as Kong held onto his hand. He curled his fingers around the other man’s hand. There was a sense of privacy while driving. Sean hoped for more moments like this, more moments like the one in his wagon not too long ago. But he was realistic.
After several minutes, the carnival grounds came into view and Sean pulled the truck into the spot. Turning the vehicle off, he breathed and looked through the windshield and windows for anyone watching out close by. It seemed this area of the grounds was vacant but for them.
Hand in hand they rode. He felt comforted by the feeling of that strength being loaned and used the solidarity to combat the unknown. Silently they rode together. Once in a while though the silence would be broken by a soft comment or a little sound of approval.
He could feel the truck slowing and finally easing to a stop. Hand would linger on Sean’s a moment longer, savoring the feeling so he could memorize it for later when they would be apart.
New things could be scary. And Sean was sure that Kong was sensitive to sounds. He gently squeezed the other man’s hand from time to time. Loaning his strength and support would always happen.
Sean looked over at Kong as they sat there, parked in the vehicle area of the carnival grounds. They were alone. And he wasn’t sure how to articulate what he was feeling.
Hand would twist.
Fingers fell between Sean’s and squeezed gently, hoping the other man wouldn’t mind the gesture. While he knew they both were still fairly new to whatever was going on between them - neither of them could deny that thickness in the air - he was interested to see how far things would go.
If that was what Sean wanted, anyway.
Chin would lift. His eyes would find Sean, head turned to peer over at his friend though he could not see him. He yearned to have his fingers in that hair again.
The butterflies returned to roost in Sean’s chest as Kong’s fingers fell between his and squeezed. He didn’t mind as he gently returned the gesture. There was a yearning to be this close to someone. But he would reconsider it in order to protect the other man.
Sean watched that chin lift. Looking out again for anyone who may be watching, lingering, peeking and finding no one, he turned to face Kong again. Carefully he reached over to cradle the edge of the other man’s jaw in his hand, his thumb stroking his chin. Then Sean leaned in to lightly brush his cheek against Kong’s. There he paused, wondering if Kong could hear how hard his heart was beating.
Those touches came unexpected but welcomed. He sank into the palm, those fingers. The same question came to his own mind - could Sean hear how hard his heart was racing?
His own hand would lift, settle upon Sean’s at his face in a silent effort to encourage him and let him know he was alright with the proximity.
There was light trembling in Sean’s hand as he held Kong’s face. He felt a bit of disbelief that he was close to the other man again. He could almost feel his heart in his throat.
A breathy sigh escaped his lips as Kong touched his face. Sean’s hand moved along Kong’s jaw, fingertips slipping into his hair. The spirit medium was torn between fear and the desire to explore.
The shaking he could feel. It nearly mimicked the rattle of the cab and it had him curious. A breath. Had his eyes been open they would’ve closed as he savored the touch, that patient exploration. Skin beneath his own fingers was warm.
Leaning into Sean’s touch, Kong savored it. These moments were delicate, coveted. “What are you thinking?” He was curious, that shivering hand was a point of interest.
Sean took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm his nerves. But he was failing. It felt so wonderful and exciting to hold Kong’s hand, to touch his face and hair, to feel his cheek against his. He wanted this to last, but was afraid if anyone were to express their displeasure if they saw them.
Turning his head a little, he brushed his nose against Kong’s cheek as he listened to the question. “Many things. I like being here with you. Like this.” Sean’s voice came out as a whisper.
The breath in his ear sent shivers down his spine. His skin tingled where Sean touched his skin. Kong tilted his head, mouth pressing tenderly against warm flesh momentarily. He didn’t want to intrude but he couldn’t help it. Something in his stomach fluttered and a stirring came from below.
“I like this, too.” End of his nose would brush upon Sean’s, encouragingly.
Kong’s brief pressing of lips against his cheek was welcome. And he felt so warm at the affection. Something was stirring within him that surpassed the nervous fluttering in his chest. Sean smiled, careful to stay still, to steel himself to reduce the trembling.
But as the end of Kong’s nose brushed against his, Sean squeezed the other man’s hand and tilted his head a little before softly pressing his lips against Kong’s.
Something inside of him ignited at that kiss. A breath came through his nose, mouth pressing in return upon Sean’s. He savored the connection, the energy, welcoming the attention. Fingers would still caress skin tenderly.
Part of him was surprised, shocked that Sean wanted to take this next step with him.
But the rest of him was humbled to have been important enough to this wonderful man to be chosen for such an event.
Surprise seeped into Sean as well. Fear mingled with it in case Kong was kissing him back out of kindness only. He hoped the other man wanted this just as much. His fingers slipped further into Kong’s hair, gently threading through, as he felt a stirring below.
A soft murmur of sound reverberated in Sean’s throat as he pressed his lips against Kong’s and welcomed his lips in return. Then he released the kiss and rested his forehead against Kong’s. He squeezed his friend’s hand again mostly out of fear.
“Kong…” Sean breathed.
That inch of fear he heard in the others tone was shocking. He hoped that it wasn’t a bad thing, something he’d done. Was Sean repulsed? He suddenly felt confused in spite of what they’d done.
As their foreheads touched his brow would furrow some. “Is everything alright?” He hoped he’d not done anything to warrant that shift in tone.
Leaning backward, his chin lowered which brought his eyes down. “Did I bring you shame?”
The fear was for Kong. Sean had heard and seen the fear and hatred of others towards men who were affectionate towards other men. He’d bear the violence for his friend.
“Yes.” He rasped.
But as Kong leaned back, Sean blinked and gazed at him as he lowered his chin in that ashamed and defeated way. “No, no.” He whispered and gently brought his hand back along Kong’s jaw to lightly stroke underneath his chin. “You could never bring me shame. I hope I haven’t overstepped.”
His heart rate had picked up, a number of things made it flutter as the anxiety began to creep into his muscles from the very bones. The confirmation that everything was alright settled some of it but a mixture of things still sat heavily in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he had done something wrong.
Maybe he hadn’t.
That gesture beneath his chin prompted him to lift it. To gaze up and at the other man. “You have not. But you are afraid.” He couldn’t read auras, he couldn’t read energy, but he knew when someone was feeling something that they shouldn’t.
He wished Kong could walk among anyone and not feel less than, lowly, at a disadvantage. Sean never wanted to hurt him in any way. There was that sliver of anxiety that he had.
“Good,” Sean whispered and then he lowered his head a little. “I’m afraid for you,” he confessed.
“Do not fear for me,” came the reply. His own hand would stretch, palm settling upon a cheek to earn Sean’s attention. “I may be blind but I am not without my own defenses. People can be cruel, but there are people like yourself worth living for.”
Thumb would graze that jawline. Kong would lean forward to catch Sean’s mouth again briefly. “Worth fighting for.”
He exhaled through his nose at Kong’s reply and he lifted his head at Kong’s palm setting on his cheek. Sean watched Kong’s lips and unseeing eyes. So handsome. His fingers lightly combed through the other man’s hair.
Happiness fluttered in his chest now as Kong’s lips briefly caught his again. Sean returned the momentary kiss. “Likewise, Kong.” His fear began to fade as that sense of calm he seemed to feel around the other man replaced it.
His own anxiety began to abate. A sense of calm would come over him at the affirmation. Leaning in again he stole another kiss. It felt good to be doing such a thing, it felt right. For so long he’d been lost, confused.
“I am glad you feel the same.”
They would need to leave the truck soon but there were always the wagons to retreat to. He could get with Kieran tomorrow and bring the items to him for whatever the task ahead was.
Comfort and calm. Sean smiled as Kong leaned in and kissed him again. And he returned it in kind, pressing his lips against his friends’ as his fingers threaded through his hair. Like their first hand-hold, it did feel right and natural. He had hoped to find someone who felt the same.
“I am glad as well. And I am thankful.”
Then he sighed and looked out the windshield from the corner of his eye. “Would you like to continue this conversation in one of our wagons?” Sean mentally chastised himself a little. He didn’t want to cheapen this progression in his friendship with Kong.
He tried not to seem eager. Breathless and excited, nearly a teenager again, his heart palpated. Had he eyes they would’ve dilated with pleasure. Blown wide.
While he didn’t want to rush into anything with the chance of upset, he wanted to keep this moment alive. Soon it would have to end. But the invitation was welcome.
“I would.” He was serious about that, he wanted to keep going.
Sean was a bit excited as well, wishing they were in his wagon. His own eyes were dialated. It was such a wondrous sensation that he did not want to let fade.
“Good.” Sean could hear the seriousness in Kong’s voice. “Let’s get out, return Louis’ key, set the piece of redwood where you like...and,” he spoke softly before leaning in to steal a brief kiss. His hand reluctantly left Kong’s face, slipping his fingers out of the other man’s hair.
As those words came to such a wonderfully abrupt end, Kong found himself delightedly agreeable. A nod would come. With color in his cheeks he would pull away reluctantly, turn, and climb carefully out of the vehicle.
The cloth was gathered from the place he had set it. Walking stick was taken up and as the door closed on that adventure he waited patiently for Sean to guide him back in the direction they’d come initially.
Sean nodded in return, thankful that his abrupt end in words were agreed upon. Sighing, he let Kong pull away.
He collected his hat, the truck key, climbed out of the truck and closed the door. Sean put his hat on and retrieved the redwood piece before walking over to Kong’s side.
Soon they were on their way back through the grounds. Sean found Louis and returned the key. Once they were past a group of people, he looked over at Kong and smiled. “Where shall I put the redwood?”
“You are welcome to put it in my wagon for now,” Kong replied. They were only two down from each other which meant that the piece of wood wouldn’t have to be taken too much further. He moved with Sean past his friend’s trailer and to his own, ascending the small steps.
It was dark inside Kong’s trailer. He had no sources for light mostly because he didn’t need any to begin with.
Once the wood and cloth were stored, Kong closed the door which would put them out on the front steps again. While his place was there, he figured Sean would be more comfortable at his own place where things were more familiar.
“Would you like to continue our visit at your place?”
“Good,” Sean breathed and continued on until they arrived at Kong’s wagon. The giddy energy was building again inside him.
He was careful storing the item for his friend and also offered a hand to aid Kong if needed.
“Yes,” Sean replied softly as color bloomed in his cheeks. “And you?”
A nod would come. He felt safe and comfortable tucked inside the wagon and so a bit of excitement settled into his chest. “Yes, please.” Hand would find Sean’s forearm and he let his friend guide them back the way they had come.
Each step was accounted for. As soon as they were inside his friend’s wagon, Kong set the walking stick aside and made to find a stool to settle down upon. He never sought comfort, not when the items were not his.
Smiling, Sean gently patted Kong’s hand before guiding him back to his own wagon.
Once they were inside his wagon, Sean closed and locked the door and pulled the curtains on the small windows in the seating area. Then he turned to watch Kong sit down on one of the stools. The other man’s gracefulness was something he believed he’d always be mystified. Far too forward of thoughts entered Sean’s mind and he pushed them to the side for the moment as he pulled one of the other stools close to Kong’s and sat down. He gently reached over to take his friend’s hands in his.
Those fingers enveloping his own offered calmness. He sighed softly, breathing in the serenity. Here he felt safe, secure, and in good company. Being able to be oneself in the presence of another without judgement was preferred and Sean was offering just that.
His smile was bright for the other man. Through the blindfold he would seem to gaze in wonder at the other man, glad to share such a quiet moment free of burden.
“What else did you have in mind?” Came the question. Whatever Sean had on his mind they would do, talk about, experience. Or they could sit in silence companionably and he would be fine with that too.
Mutual respect and that calm air of being oneself was what Sean wanted as well. There was a fluttering in his chest once more along with a stirring below as he held Kong’s hands in his.
A muffled breath sounded in Sean’s closed mouth before he parted his lips and exhaled at the question. “I would like to kiss you again. And where that may lead if agreeable. Is that alright?”
He wasn’t sure where it would lead, exactly. Was there something else there between the lines that he wasn’t yet seeing? Maybe. A nod would come. “Yes. I would like that.”
Kong couldn’t deny wanting to kiss Sean again, either. He already missed the pressure of those lips, Sean’s taste. And to be able to experience it again was a joy and an honor.
Sean gently stroked Kong’s hands with his thumbs as he smiled at Kong’s answer. He was careful even in the privacy of his own wagon.
The sensations of kissing Kong were exhilarating and lovely. He wanted to run his fingers through his friend’s hair. Leaning in, Sean brushed the tip of his nose against Kong’s before tilting his head and pressing his lips against his.
With bated breath he waited to see what would happen. He wasn’t disappointed with the result. Lips pressed upon his would receive a kiss in return, one eager but without desperation. Fingers would squeeze fingers lightly.
Finally a hand would break free and ascend, fingers curling around Sean’s shoulder so as to offer balance as they engaged in their kiss.
A soft sound of pleasure escaped. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach.
A little moan echoed in Sean’s throat, happy to be able to kiss Kong again. It hadn’t been but minutes since they were in the truck, but the excitement and longing swelled within him.
His hand reached up to press his palm against the other man’s cheek as his fingers slipped into Kong’s hair.
That soft sound reached Sean’s ears and he smiled into the kiss as the stirring below intensified a little.
That noise he heard was curious. It sounded like music to his ears the way it rang low in Sean’s throat. He was a delighted participant in this activity, glad he could share it with someone like his friend.
Sounds of his own began upon feeling fingers comb through his hair.
Exhaling through his nose, Sean wanted to be less than chaste with Kong, yet he didn’t want to tarnish this time they were spending together. But how he was feeling for him was intensifying.
Kissing him, Sean echoed Kong’s sounds as he edged closer, sliding a knee along Kong’s leg as he combed his finger further into the other man’s hair.
Mouth moved into the kiss. Kong separated finally, for a moment or two to catch his breath though he lingered close. The hand at Sean’s shoulder lifted, cupped the side of his neck instead tenderly, and Kong leaned in again to catch those lips.
This time the connection had taken on a bit of weight, a heaviness he felt really spoke to what the both of them were dancing around.
He hoped Sean wasn’t looking down or the other man might just see what was stirring behind cloth.
Sean welcomes the break to catch their breaths. His fingers lightly stroked Kong’s scalp as they lingered close. The touch of the other man’s palm against his neck warmed him. And a smile tugged at his lips as they were captured.
He hummed a moan of pleasure at the heaviness and hungered intent of their connection.
Sean felt a slight shiver go down his spine has he felt the restriction in his trousers. His grip on Kong’s hand tightened for a moment before lacing his fingers between the other man’s.
Into that chestnut hair those lithe fingers went. Through dark swath of curls, memorizing each strand with patience and adoration. Kissing Sean was the moon and the stars.
The fingers of his other hand fell between Sean’s though that was short lived. He pulled gently and easily from that grip, placing his hand upon one of his friends knees instead.
Sean felt like he was both floating and falling as he kissed Kong. With his eyes closed, he breathed in the other man’s scent as he kissed him. An exhale through his nose telegraphed how he liked those long fingers in his hair.
Letting out a soft groan of sadness at Kong letting go of his hand, Sean leaned a little more towards his friend as he kissed him and felt that hand on his knee. His hand moved to rest on one of Kong’s hips. Goodness he wanted more. Naughty things.
Once more the kiss would be severed in an effort to gain the oxygen he needed. End of his nose would brush Sean’s and then he was back at it again, kissing the other man with all of the depth he could offer. He knew Sean needed better, deserved better, but for now he would take what he could get for memories later.
He gripped at that knee in a firm, yet gentle way, caressing the fabric and the muscle beneath. As Sean touched his hip another of those sounds left his lips.
Kong wanted more, too, but he wasn’t sure what Sean wanted.
Sean was of the same mind, but hoped not to be greedy without Kong’s permission. There was so much he wanted to experience with him.
The gripping of his thigh pulled another soft moan from Sean’s throat. He grinned as he heard Kong make the sound.
Then he broke the kiss to rest his forehead against Kong’s. “Kong,” Sean whispered, “I want to get closer.” And then he began to stand.
That whisper of his name certainly got him excited. Heart raced. Pressure of Sean’s forehead against his felt good. “As do I,” he breathed.
As Sean stood, Kong would lean backward to give him room. Fingers would slip away, up to the knot at the back of his head where the blindfold was. It was removed easily enough, set carefully folded aside.
Sean smiled and let his fingers slip from Kong’s hand and waist. He felt his own heart gallop in his chest. The mutual want excited him.
Watching his friend remove the blindfold, he sighed. Then he saw that his friend was about as excited as he was. “Want to sit somewhere more comfortable?”
That was probably a good idea, relocating. A nod would come. Kong stretched his arms, hands finding Sean’s and he moved to stand up. Wherever his friend would lead them he would go with trust. “Yes.”
Being close to Sean was making his heart thud loudly. He longed to have his fingers in that hair again.
Taking Kong’s hands, Sean stepped back a little to give him room. Deep down, he wanted to move his friend back to his bunk. But he would take steps for Kong’s comfort.
Sean was felt like the moment would fade if he hesitated further. Gently he pressed his lips against Kong’s for a moment before showing him over to the padded back and seat bench.
He shifted with Sean’s guidance, shifting to the side and then backward. He trusted the other man to not let him fall or collide with anything. Lips would move with Sean’s own to keep the kiss and the momentum alive.
And then they parted to continue the movement to their intended destination. Reaching the bench, Kong settled down. He kept his hand in Sean’s as he sat, pulling the other gently down with him.
Always careful, Sean minded where Kong was going. His heart fluttered as the other man’s lips moved against his. Being affectionate with another man, with Kong brought him joy.
Moving over, Sean wondered if Kong could feel his heart racing through his fingers. And he let himself be pulled down, sitting down close to his friend. His free hand caressed Kong’s face, thumb stroking his cheek and fingers slipping into Kong’s hair once more. There was a gently pull to Sean’s actions, urging him closer.
The kiss would be broken again as Kong took in a much needed inhale. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, his heart was racing and his mind was spinning as if he’d been twirling in circles. Those once covered eyes would slip open and peer deeply into Sean’s though he couldn’t see them.
Shifting closer at that pull meant they were as near as they could be without being a single person. He found it too forward to just crawl into Sean’s lap, and the bench didn’t feel sturdy enough to bear that sort of weight of them combined.
Parting from the kiss was something Sean wished he didn’t need to. But he needed to breathe as well. It felt so good to be in this moment. A floating sensation began, but he worked to stay grounded for the moment. Looking into Kong’s unseeing eyes uncovered was an intimacy that made his heart skip a beat.
Sean’s stirring below made him moan again as he felt Kong’s chest against him. He wanted more, envisioned more. But he too realized the bench would not hold either combined weight if the did more than sit.
He kissed Kong against before whispering, “I think my bed would be better.” Sean let their clasped hands fall to his lap, brushing against the stirring in his trousers.
There had never been expectation, especially to have come as far as the pair of them had. Kong had envisioned what it would be like to be at Sean’s side for more than a few moments at a time where neither would be judged. This came so close to that.
Falling into that kiss once more, he was helpless to it. “Yes,” he murmured, emitting a soft noise at that brush. They would need to relocate. He would wait for guidance as he was still new to the place.
He had never held expectation as well. Friendship, companionship were treasured. Being comfortable, normal, free to express his desire to sit beside Kong was his wish. They were safe here.
“Tell me if or when you want to stop,” Sean groaned at feeling what he thought he felt. Those butterflies fluttered violently in his chest with a sense of vulnerability. He slowly pulled away and stood before urging Kong to stand.
“I will,” he assured the other. Right now he was too far gone to turn back or away from this. He wanted it and based on the sounds and reactions he suspected that Sean did too. People like himself never got so fortunate and now it seemed to be in his favor.
Letting Sean go, Kong moved to rise. Palms would come to rest upon Sean’s chest, touching fabric and memorizing the contours beneath.
Yes, Sean did want it. But he had his fears. The spirit medium cared for his friend do much and he hungered for more of him. It was luck they became friends.
Once Kong rose, Sean laid his hands over his friend’s. His heart was racing underneath their hands and the fabric of his shirt. He smiled and guided Kong into the small section that was the sleeping space. With a hand he pulled another but heavier curtain to separate the sitting/casual space from the more private.
The bed bunk could accommodate two grown adults and was well-padded with thatch, down, and numerous blankets collected over the years. Sean slowed to a stop and leaned in to kiss Kong again, his hands reaching up to cup the other man’s face.
Being afraid was equal between them. What if he did something, said something that would harm what they had right now? What if Sean decided afterward that he wasn’t what he wanted or expected? He didn’t want to lose Sean, and he also didn’t want to keep the man waiting too long either.
Hand in hand, he followed Sean through the wagon. With trust he moved slowly and patiently. The sound of the curtain was curious. Metal upon wood was audible as the barrier concealed them away from any prying eyes.
As they paused, Kong would lean forward and into that kiss. The connection was slow, fueled by the feelings swimming inside of him which flooded out. His own hands would find Sean’s hips and draw him close.
Sean was afraid of offending Kong in his forward ness thereby losing their friendship, but also if he didn’t live up to his friend’s expectations. He had only been with three or four men and it had been taking each other in hand or Sean taking his partner in his mouth.
He wanted the privacy and the sense of a separate and ethereal place for them to be - a place that only existed to them. It was okay.
A light and throaty moan echoed in Sean’s throat as He felt Kong’s hands on his hips and drawing him close. Kissing him with a touch more desire, Sean combed the fingers of his left hand through Kong’s hair and then slipped back in.
His hair was long, grown for years and years the length it was. He was glad for it now that someone was running their fingers through it. It felt good to be pampered, appreciated for what he was and had to offer. It seemed that everything he did was accepted by Sean, even his blindness. He found it moving.
Grip tightened on those perfect hips. Fingers curled into the fabric of Sean’s shirt.
Kong returned those kisses before feeling a bit emboldened. Hands slipped to the front of Sean’s slacks, untucking his shirt from the waistband.
Sean thought of Kong as flawless, peaceful, kind, knowing in a way he could not describe. He had to confess that Kong was physically beautiful and unique. And Sean found him just as worthy of respect, love, and friendship as anyone else.
Sean took in a sharp breath of air through his nose at Kmno’s grip tightening.
He parted his lips a little as he continued to kiss his friend. Then a sound of pleasure rose in Sean’s throat as he felt Kong’s hands touch the front of his slacks and untuck his shirt. And the stirring below grew more restricted.
His own hands left Kong’s hair and slipped between them to grip the waistband of the other man’s slacks. He would return that boldness.
They both didn’t need to be so bold just then so Kong backed off a bit, hands slipping up Sean’s arms to his shoulders. Fabric there would be touched, fingers would curl into it and grip it lightly. The kisses continued, deep and filled with that building need.
His lips would part and tongue would slip out, lapping at Sean’s mouth for entrance. The other man tasted so good and Kong craved more of that.
Sean agreed that they didn’t need to be bold. Better to savor especially since they were safe. Feeling Kong’s hands move up, he gently stroked his friend’s abdomen through the shirt before moving to his back to support and embrace him.
He let out a soft moan as he felt Kong’s tongue against his lips. Sean parted his lips as he urged him to against him. The urge to get closer, to experience more with Kong was undeniable. He tasted good, smelled good.
The next moments felt like a whirlwind. He followed Sean’s guidance, let the man lay him down and trusted that things would take the most appropriate course of action. Clothes left skin, sounds would fill the wagon.
Later on Kong found himself tucked beneath an arm, dozing. Dreaming. Body was covered with blankets though skin was exposed to cool air. The warmth from the body of his lover was keeping him satisfied. What still lingered inside of him he kept to himself.
It felt as if they’d moved in a fury before, like a tropical storm headed for the land, and now there was a sense of calm and peace surrounding them. On his side, back pressed against Sean’s front, Kong inhaled a deep breath and exhaled slowly with satisfaction.
Careful to give and take, Sean felt that whirlwind as well. He was both gentle and hungry with Kong as things let you another. All his thoughts were on their desires and mutual pleasure. The sounds he made were not given a second thought.
He now lightly slept, holding Kong protectively. Chin resting against his lover’s shoulder, Sean had been sure to secure the blankets over them before smoothing Kong’s and settling in.
This sense of peace and calm was perfect as Sean breathed and his heart beat slowly. That fury still lightly swirled in the back of his mind as he gently hugged Kong, pulling him against him.
A soft and warm murmur would breathe against Kong’s shoulder as Sean slowly stirred from his slumber.
The night was still upon them. He could sense it in the wind and the air, the taste of the moon and the stars though the sun was near to the threshold of the horizon. Kong didn’t want to move. He was coated in bliss, and felt more moved than he had in decades.
A hand would find a hand, fingers would fall between. He shivered a bit and shifted closer to Sean out of instinct though they couldn’t be much closer than they already were.
Nothing in the world felt more important just then than lying there beside Sean and letting the world pass by.
Sean didn’t want to move either. He was warm, content, and bathed inside and out with a sense of wholeness and calm he hadn’t experienced in a long time. And any spirit still remained outside the carnival’s grounds.
His fingers splayed a little at Kong’s. Sean curled his body a little more to spoon his lover. Another minute though soft echoed in his throat as he felt Kong shift closer. Sean breathed in the scents of Kong’s skin and hair, hoping he could memorize them.
“Kong,” Sean whispered softly.
“Mm,” came the soft, nearly musical inquiry of reply. His head would turn, chin lifting a touch though those odd eyes would remain closed. Kong listened, waiting to see if Sean needed anything at all from him, twisted in an effort to better be available to the man behind him.
Their bodies seemed perfectly aligned together. It was fortunate they were of the same height almost, and though Kong was leaner it balanced out Sean’s tone and definition.
Smiling at the sound Kong made, Sean pressed a kiss to his lover’s shoulder. He had half-thought that yesterday and now where dreams. His hold eased as Kong twisted. There was a whisper-like stirring in him. A bit of greed mixed with savoring and celebrating the simple gift of safely being together like this.
Sean shifted a little and hummed a soft sound of contentment and pleasure as he brushed himself against Kong’s backside. The balance to their bodies was not lost on him.
“I thought for a moment that I was dreaming.” He replied softly.
His skin warmed instantly as lips pressed upon it. A sigh of contentment would wash over him. Sean made him feel whole in so many ways and he found it refreshing. Whatever this meant for them, he would endure and leave it up to Sean to decide.
Shiver would crawl across his skin at that brush against his backside, hips would roll backward in reply. Temptation could be a burden.
“I would rather not dream of you when you can be a better reality.”
Sean loved the acceptance - simple and natural - Kong had gifted him upon him. He had not planned for their friendship to progress this far quite yet. He couldn’t deny how he felt for the other man. Yet he was unsure where they would go after this.
A breathy rasp escaped his lips as Kong rolled his hips backward against him.
“Likewise.” Sean whispered as he rested his face against Kong’s hair. “Thank you, Kong.”