An Afternoon
An Afternoon
Title: An Afternoon
Author/Artist: K M B
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Summary: The public eye has no place in the Hargreaves manse.
Prompt: Assisted bathing leads to sex - "At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, like to bubbles when rain pelteth." Written for the Springkink community on Livejournal.
Disclaimer: Cain and Riff were never mine, just borrowing.
Soundtrack: "Dirtywhirl," TV on the Radio
There are certain protocols that must be adhered to when in the London public’s eye, and both Cain and Riff are privy to each and every rule. However, the public eye has no place in the Hargreaves manse, and therefore when Cain relaxes and lays his head back against Riff’s chest, there is no one there to tell them that such an intimate action is forbidden. There is no one around, also, when the only correct and acted-upon reaction is for Riff to let go of the sponge and touch his master’s skin with only his fingertips, along lines and contours and places wandering hands would not dare to venture otherwise. And if there is a nudge at an ear here, or a kiss along a jawline there, well, no one need know.
Somehow, Riff’s thumb ends up at Cain’s mouth, but Cain doesn’t mind. He kisses it, catching it with his teeth before sucking the tip of it inside, laving it with his tongue. There is a teasing harlot of a smile as he hears Riff gasp behind him. The thumb is lost as, suddenly, Cain is lifted almost bodily upwards.
The kiss, this first kiss between two longing lovers, is not sweet. It is hungry, deviant, a duomachy of mouths and lips, tongues and teeth. A hand reaches up to violently cradle a gentle, strong jaw, fingers edging silver strands. It isn’t precise who drags whom, yet suddenly they are both immersed in the bubbles of the bath water, one clothed and the other completely naked, water raining down upon them both.
And the pleasure-seeking hand that dips down, if it happens to grasp at something soft yet hard all at once—
Well.