Their intimacy was meant to be perfunctory, but this is nothing short of unabashedly passionate. He is frustrated with Adelis in some way he cannot articulate - frustrated that he does not wish to strike him down; frustrated that Adelis does not and cannot understand what's better for him; frustrated, in some way, knowing that he can act his mentor all he likes - but Adelis has long since outgrown him.
This is not new. Adelis struck out on his own path some time ago. But it is not easy, either. Adelis moves forward in ways he cannot - without him. There is envy. There is bitterness. And then, there is a vague sense of lonely.
There are so few things he can do for Adelis now. Adelis really ought shut up and let him do them.
He lets Adelis push him back against the plush arm of his nice couch, wrapping an arm around his waist - pushing up against his clothes, exposing Adelis's skin at the waist bare - to force him closer when he settles on his lap. Adelis's kiss is aggressive, and, almost competitive, Mishka's is equally so - he will cut his teeth on his lips and run his tongue along his mouth if he must to prove a sense of control from below him.
Worse, though, is his grip. He doesn't let go of Adelis's neck while he forces his kiss in return - strangely, he only grips harder in firm strangulation, Adelis's body locked into place. Not enough to kill him, certainly, but enough to be somewhere between alarming and, perhaps, just enough to force euphoria. )
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Their intimacy was meant to be perfunctory, but this is nothing short of unabashedly passionate. He is frustrated with Adelis in some way he cannot articulate - frustrated that he does not wish to strike him down; frustrated that Adelis does not and cannot understand what's better for him; frustrated, in some way, knowing that he can act his mentor all he likes - but Adelis has long since outgrown him.
This is not new. Adelis struck out on his own path some time ago. But it is not easy, either. Adelis moves forward in ways he cannot - without him. There is envy. There is bitterness. And then, there is a vague sense of lonely.
There are so few things he can do for Adelis now. Adelis really ought shut up and let him do them.
He lets Adelis push him back against the plush arm of his nice couch, wrapping an arm around his waist - pushing up against his clothes, exposing Adelis's skin at the waist bare - to force him closer when he settles on his lap. Adelis's kiss is aggressive, and, almost competitive, Mishka's is equally so - he will cut his teeth on his lips and run his tongue along his mouth if he must to prove a sense of control from below him.
Worse, though, is his grip. He doesn't let go of Adelis's neck while he forces his kiss in return - strangely, he only grips harder in firm strangulation, Adelis's body locked into place. Not enough to kill him, certainly, but enough to be somewhere between alarming and, perhaps, just enough to force euphoria. )