clocktowers: (+ so I followed the ghost of a king)
Ozpin ([personal profile] clocktowers) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-02-22 06:55 am (UTC)

nsfw ramps up from here

[ Ford tangles a broad hand in his hair— longer than it used to be, loose and messy to his collarbone— and he feels every flex of those fingers to the roots. Ozpin exhales a sound against Ford's throat, the heat of his breath lost in the heat of the blood. Against the smooth red of that vest, he thumbs open one button of too many.

The smell of Stanford's body is different now, drowned in blackberries and wine, but the warm skin under his lips is just the same.

Stanford releases his wrist only to hook steady fingers into his belt, and heat jolts in Ozpin. He kisses away blood from Ford's throat and draws back, up into that pull on his hair. He shifts to give Stanford a bit more room to work. It means abandoning his effort on Stanford's vest, which aches at him: he wants to bare collarbone and chest. He could bite again, and again, and relish the break of skin and burst of blackberries each time.

But he won't stop this. There is a terrible moment in which they could look at each other, and that tense distance looms just beyond their warmth. But Ozpin licks Stanford's blood from his lips, and from his fangs, and the moment does not break: he reaches down to help get his belt off, instead. ]

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