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It turns out that, for all the fuss that was made about it, this dance is actually very boring.
This is only just barely a surprise; any event that requires chaperones is an event that Lindsay generally doesn't look forward to. But it is true. Lindsay has had maybe a bit too much to drink, by now — he's accustomed to Bacchanal rites; the feeling is hardly unfamiliar — and successfully slipped away from his chaperone, and yet it is still boring.
Then Ashley will moan and hiss.
His body language makes it quite clear that kissing him is a service Lindsay is providing to him, and he approves.
Lindsay will keep doing that, then, leaving trails of kisses down Ashley's chest and stomach — maybe just the barest scrape of teeth against his collarbone —
Lindsay is going to kiss every single one of them.
He gets gradually more confident with the biting, but doesn't do anything that would leave a mark.
He moans loudly, throws his head back-- he's showing his throat and his mouth is open and his eyes are half-lidded and every line of his body says I'm a dom I'm a dom I'm a dom--
Usually, when Lindsay is biting someone while trying to be submissive for them, his body language — flickers. Not with Ashley.
Lindsay bites down hard again and again and listens to him moan and all that he can think of is obeying, is pleasing him, is being good.
Lindsay is so good!
Ashley is a little too incoherent to say so but he definitely thinks so.
Good. Good, that's — good. Lindsay keeps biting him, starts to take off the rest of his clothes.
When Ashley is naked, Lindsay can learn the following facts:
1) He has beautifully well-muscled legs.
2) His prick is huge.
3) He has a scar on his inner thigh that consists of two perfectly straight vertical lines connected with an upward-sloping diagonal line. It could, in theory, be a war wound, but few war wounds are that regular.
...Lindsay kisses it once, twice, then bites, very lightly, over it.
--but rapidly becomes very distracted by the biting.
"Good-- good b-- aaaaaaaaaaaah."
Good boy, good boy, he's — Leo's — Ashley's — good boy — he bites harder.
Lindsay sucks a bruise into Ashley's thigh, on top of the scar, then kisses the mark.
"Writhing around your fingers, in desperate need of your cock" is not a position people usually associate with dominance, but Ashley manages.
Ashley can have anything he wants, that Lindsay can give. (Ashley's, Ashley's, he's Ashley's now, he's owned and claimed and — and Ashley's proud to be marrying him, wants to show him off, thinks he's beautiful —)
He moans into the kiss and obeys, buries his face in Ashley's shoulder and kisses Ashley's neck, over and over — the, heat, the pressure, the friction, he can't think about anything but this —
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