Florence’s face immediately flushed a hot red, a nervous giggle escaping again. Not a bad sort of nervous, mind you, no, one that came from knowing exactly where something was headed. “Well, thank you, Ori..” He trailed off, the kisses sending a shudder down his spine. “You've been nothing but warm and welcoming to me, so it’s
only fitting that I’m the same, don’t you think?”
(Ori over here like I ordered a big sausage pizza, but I don't have any money)
Ori leaned up again, gently tilting Florence's head to the side so they could kiss properly. It was a lovely kiss, soft and chaste and over entirely too quickly—the sort you heard about in particularly mushy folk songs. "I think that's a very nice way of looking at things, yes, but I still feel indebted to you. You've saved me from sleeping out there in the rain, that deserves a special sort of reward, don't you think?"
(ajdbdnaaj oh my god nooooo)
“I would be lying if I said no, wouldn’t I?” He turned around, linking his arms over Orion’s shoulders. “What kind of reward were you thinking of, hm?” Florence batted his eyes, playing innocent despite the growing excitement in him.
(it's true, you know it's true)
Orion's answering smile was flustered in the seconds it took him to compose himself, bright and sudden and then smoothed away under a secretive smirk. "Well that's not really up to me, is it darling?" He was leaning in again, close enough that their lips brushed as he spoke. "It is your home after all."
(i mean yeah, but that doesnt mean you have to say it)
(Quoth Ian Malcolm from Jurassic Park: “Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should.”)
“See, but you’re the guest. It’s just basic hosting etiquette, love.” Florence countered, taking Orion’s closeness as an opportunity to pull him in for another kiss. This one wasn’t as brief as the other, but it was just as sweet and still left Florence wanting for more.
(i saw my chance and i took it, i have no regrets)
Orion kissed him back eagerly, whining softly when he pulled away. Florence had very nice lips. He could kiss them for hours, and the way things were going he might just get the chance to. "Yes, but you don't let the debtor chose the size of his debts." He kissed Florence again, longer this time, only breaking away when he was breathless. "Who knows? I might let myself off easy, and we couldn't have that."
(respect.)
(also, the spacing of my posts if a little screwy, sorry about that! it doesn’t show in the preview, so i don’t know what that’a about!)
“I have a feeling you won’t.” Florence pressed their foreheads together as they caught their breath. “You don’t seem like the type, from what I’ve seen.” And hopefully, he’d get to see more. He pulled him back in for another kiss, one hand
resting on the back of his head, pulling him in slightly. Gods, Orion tasted amazing. Florence could still find the faintest traces of mead on his lips from only minutes before, though it already felt like hours.
(lol, it's fine!! i love this site but it's glitchy af so i'm not gonna pitch a fit abt some weird formatting here n there)
Orion's breath hitched as he was pulled in again and then he was kissing back eagerly, one hand tangled in Florence's hair and the other heavy on his hip. His thoughts were starting to fade away, lost in the haze of Florence Florence Florence with his lips and his hands and the way he managed to taste like sunshine. "Darling," He said, and his voice was so very soft with want. "Stop being stubborn and let yourself set the price, or I fear I'll be too impatient to let you do much talking at all."
(good, good, thanks!)
A soft whine escaped Florence’s throat when Orion pulled away. “If you keep talking to me like that, you can do whatever the hell you want.” Florence murmured, speaking softly into Orion’s ear like it was a secret meant just for him. “And I’m a man of my word.” The kisses left him breathless and his thoughts were all melting together into a continuous stream of Orion and his features, and the feeling of his fingers coiled into his hair, and the slight daze that his words left Florence in almost without a second thought.
He shivered when Florence whispered in his ear, feeling the words like a physical touch. "Be careful making offers like that, lovely." He kissed Florence harder, hotter, nipping at his lips and pulling him forward with a grip in his hair just light enough to avoid hurting him. Even now he was mindful of himself, careful with the way he tilted his head or gripped Florence's hip lest he manage to hurt him somehow. "You never know who's willing to take advantage."
Florence gasped a bit at the sudden change in roughness, but judging by the other small sounds he was making, he definitely enjoyed it. “You’re right, you’re right, but would you rather I say you can’t do anything? Because that’s torture for the both of us.” Florence kissed him again, less roughly than Orion had. “But gods, whatever you just did? Don’t stop, because I’m in fucking heaven.”
Ori growled at just the thought of stopping, kissing him back in a way that was downright hungry. Florence was so cute, so soft, so eager to keep going, and all those fucking noises he was making were just perfect and Ori really couldn't hold himself back anymore now that he had permission. He backed Florence up against the wall behind his bed, kissing him roughly while his hands shoved up beneath his shirt.
By now, Florence was flushed so red that some of his freckles were obscured by the rosy blush. He only pulled himself and Orion apart to breathe, and even those breaks felt few and far between. Time simultaneously felt like it slowed to a halt and that it was going a million miles per hour, and that only made Florence’s head spin. He wasn’t quite sure what he should do with his hands- after all, Orion seemed perfectly happy with taking the lead and Florence didn’t mind that one bit. His own hands slid up Orion’s shirt, movements much more fluid and soft when compared to Orion’s ravenous and hungry advances.
Orion was warm despite the coolness of his half-soaked clothes, and his skin was smooth and soft. He sighed into Orion's mouth when he felt the human's hands on him, pulling away to trail openmouthed kisses down the graceful curve of Florence's neck. He was starting to push the shirt up, bunching in on top of his chest so he could admire Florence's body. "Gods, you're gorgeous." His hand was flat on Florence's abs, rubbing up and down slowly. "So strong too, you could push me around if you wanted to, darling."
Florence let out a soft, purring laugh. “I could, but I’ve found that that isn’t exactly my style.” He basked in Orion’s warmth, both physical and verbal. Florence took a moment to tie back his hair halfway with expert speed- if it was beginning to get the the way now, he didn’t even want to imagine the issues it could cause later on. He traced his hands up and down the curves of Orion’s lilac skin, trying to find the best time to get rid of his shirt altogether.
Gods, that laugh. Orion was so completely gone for Florence, so utterly smitten and all they'd done so far was kiss. He was going to be wrecked by the time the night was over, he could feel it. "Yes, you seem happy to leave it to me," he murmured, pouting slightly when Florence tied up his hair. He understood, of course, but that didn't make him any less sad to see it go. "I'd like it if you held on a little tighter, personally. I've always been a fan of having reminders—marks, makeup stains, whatever you can give me."
“Afraid I can’t give you any makeup stains, but I sure can mark you if that’s what you want.” Florence tugged on the collar of Orion’s shirt. “Can this go? I feel like we won’t need it for too much longer.” His hands seemed to be moving on their own, pushing his shirt up to just past his nipple line. He was already planting kisses moving down his neck, tiny nips at the skin worming their way into the otherwise gentle kisses.
Orion shivered as Florence shoved his shirt up, tangling both hands in his hair as he kissed across the soft skin of his throat. He was sensitive there and didn't hesitate to moan softly when he got a nip someplace especially tender, pulling Florence's hair softly. "I… I'd do it happily darling, if… if only you'd stop giving me such lovely distractions."
(i’m probably gonna head to sleep soon, gn!)
Small, almost sweet moans shuddered out from his lips with every hair tug. With Orion’s words, Florence backed off, licking his lips with a coy grin. “Alright, then do it. I need my hands for this, you know.” He purred. “I can’t have them tied up holding your shirt, Orion.”
(Night! also, would u like to take this to pms in the morning?)
Orion could've whimpered—in fact he probably did. It was hard to tell with his head so hazy, but he knew he was obeying, yanking his shit off with unusually clumsy fingers and then shoving himself back up against Florence's chest. He was eager for more, ready to do whatever Florence asked of him even as his hands made their way back into his hair to drag him into a biting kiss.
(yeah, i feel like that would probably be best, haha, do you mind if i go ahead and PM you my response?)
(not at all, please do!)