for Strat

[tohearthesound]

[from here]

Rache doesn't waste any time leading the way to his room. (He has had his fill of teasing, also.)

He unlocks the door, holding it open for Strat.

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[finaldiscussion]

Strat walks through it, spins, and kisses him.

He tastes of chocolate.

[tohearthesound]

Rache kicks back blindly to shut the door, bringing his hands up to curl around Strat's face.

[finaldiscussion]

Brilliant. Just what he wanted. Also, now that the door is closed he can press Rache against it.

[tohearthesound]

Based on that moan, Rache highly approves of this turn of events.

[finaldiscussion]

Even better. Strat will just be kissing him some more, in that case.

[tohearthesound]

He slides one hand back to curl into Strat's hair, body arching against the door.

[finaldiscussion]

Entirely delicious.

Can he keep him?

[tohearthesound]

The odds of Rache putting up any sort of objection are very small.

[finaldiscussion]

Then perhaps he will also fail to object if Strat takes off his shirt.

[tohearthesound]

No objections at all.

He has to arch further away from the door as Strat works the shirt down his arms; this does have the pleasant side effect of bringing their hips harder together.

[finaldiscussion]

Small blessings.

He ducks his head to kiss the hollow of Rache's throat, murmuring something wholly unintelligible but probably complimentary against his skin.

[tohearthesound]

Rache laughs as if he understands, lets his head fall back to expose more of his throat.

[finaldiscussion]

Which Strat immediately nibbles.

[tohearthesound]

The laugh immediately chokes off into more of a gasp.

[finaldiscussion]

Beautiful.

Please, sir, can he have some more?

[tohearthesound]

That can be arranged.

More teeth is an excellent start.

[finaldiscussion]

There can always be more teeth.

[tohearthesound]

Marvelous.

The gasps shift into a higher octave.

[finaldiscussion]

The teeth drag down Rache's shoulder.

[tohearthesound]

"Aaah--"

His fingers clench in Strat's hair, nails scraping.

[finaldiscussion]

He makes a thoughtful sort of noise, plants his mouth over Rache's collarbone, and sucks.

[tohearthesound]

He groans, head falling back against the door with a thump.

[finaldiscussion]

Much too delicious. Nibbles are the only answer.

[tohearthesound]

Rache whines high in his throat, hips twitching toward Strat's.

[finaldiscussion]

Oh, Rache, you beautiful creature.

"Shall we," he suggests breathlessly, "take this in a bedward direction?"

[tohearthesound]

"Oh please, let's," he whispers back.

[finaldiscussion]

Smiling, Strat pulls him toward the bed and kisses him along the way.

[tohearthesound]

Rache stumbles after him, too caught up in kisses and Strat's simple presence to really watch his step.