Speaking with Tongue
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ds_flashfictionshort, hopefully not saccharine, and just a visual that popped into mind when the challenge was issued...
Speaking With Tongue…
Benton was sated, spread-eagled and prone on their bed, as he had landed after his, quite literally, breathtaking orgasm. Ray had landed partly on him, their legs alternating. Ray’s body was resting against Benton’s body, his head just below Benton’s shoulder. Ray was quietly murmuring. Benton barely had the wherewithal to attend to what Ray was saying, but he interpreted the occasional “love you,” “need you,” “thank you.” In between there were not-quite kisses being tongued randomly along his spine. As his faculties slowly returned and he was able to pay better attention, Benton realized he was not feeling random kisses. Ray would whisper a statement, such as “love you,” and then trace the letters onto Benton’s back with his tongue. Despite the quality of their lovemaking, which was superb, and despite that they shared such sentiments with each other on a daily basis, Benton realized he had never before experienced Ray’s love as he did at this moment. The combination of verbal and kinesthetic consciousness soaked deep into his bones and into his soul. He felt suffused in Ray’s love.
“As do I, Ray. Always, as do I.”
Speaking With Tongue…
Benton was sated, spread-eagled and prone on their bed, as he had landed after his, quite literally, breathtaking orgasm. Ray had landed partly on him, their legs alternating. Ray’s body was resting against Benton’s body, his head just below Benton’s shoulder. Ray was quietly murmuring. Benton barely had the wherewithal to attend to what Ray was saying, but he interpreted the occasional “love you,” “need you,” “thank you.” In between there were not-quite kisses being tongued randomly along his spine. As his faculties slowly returned and he was able to pay better attention, Benton realized he was not feeling random kisses. Ray would whisper a statement, such as “love you,” and then trace the letters onto Benton’s back with his tongue. Despite the quality of their lovemaking, which was superb, and despite that they shared such sentiments with each other on a daily basis, Benton realized he had never before experienced Ray’s love as he did at this moment. The combination of verbal and kinesthetic consciousness soaked deep into his bones and into his soul. He felt suffused in Ray’s love.
“As do I, Ray. Always, as do I.”
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