emeraldgodoflies said: The younger of the two let out a muffled gasp of surprise, but eagerly slipped into the kiss, wanting the distraction more than he could ever express. Parting his lips, his own tongue moves to meet Sewn’s.
He had not expected such eager reciprocation, but when it was offered Sewn let out a tiny sound of his own, his very breath shuddering as he indulged in a sensation that was usually utterly denied him by his punishment. His arms wrapped tightly about Emera, pulling him close, one hand sliding up to bury in inky locks while the other moved tantalizingly low on his back, almost but not quite to the level of his arse. His tongue explored the other’s mouth eagerly, only to gently retreat so that he could nip once, twice, at the other’s lips to redden and swell them.
The touch made the smaller huff slightly in pleasure, shuffling closer to the other so their bodies were flush against each other. Eagerly, his hands curled through Sewn’s obsidian locks, tangling and tugging slightly at them in desperate hope of drawing the other closer. A soft purring moan vibrated through his lips, his eyes fluttering shut, his own tongue following the older twin’s, naive and tentative but still eager to learn what the other had to teach him. Magic curled around the young King’s body, warming it so that it was basically a little space heater against the other’s.
His younger twin was causing Sewn’s breath to catch with desire, even if his movements were slightly tentative. It was his obvious desire, his need for closeness, that made the Silent One begin to lose his composure, tiny sounds leaving his throat in sharp contrast to his usual perfect quiet. The sudden warmth against him made him pull his mouth away, but only so that he could smile at the other.
"Am I too cold for you, dearest twin mine?" he murmured, stroking a lock of hair he’d displaced with his touches behind Emera’s ear, "You feel delightful so, but… I hope I am not displeasing to you?" He pressed a soft kiss to the side of his twin’s throat, just below the other’s ear, his tongue darting out just for an instant to flick at the heated skin.