mad as rabbits - {kit}

[SEATTLE ALEXANDER SPALDING]

if seattle had said that the experience he just had was pointless, he'd be lying straight through his teeth. the way his body felt right now had to be the greatest feeling in the entire universe. elvis was definitely experienced, but the thought surprisingly didn't unnerve seattle, only comforted him. elvis knew what he was doing, and he was thankful for that. and the fact that his co-worker probably thought he was dead didn't even phase him. this was a whole new feeling, a new chapter in his life. he'd lost his virginity to a complete stranger (a really gorgeous stranger), and he knew he would never, ever regret it. there was just something about the brit that made seattle's heart warm, and it was a feeling he wanted to feel all the time. if he'd be able to see elvis again, he would be the happiest person alive. he was probably overthinking things, thinking that something could possibly happen between them. he knew it was probably a longshot, but he had hope. and miracles can happen, right?

at the moment, all he was concerned about was calming himself. his breathing was heavy, and his head was leaned back against the other's shoulder, his eyes closed with a smile on his face. the only clothing he had on were his boxers, and he turned in the other's arms, cuddling up to him with his head resting on elvis' chest, smiling wider as he started to hear his heartbeat. his skin was warm, and he relished in it, only feeding his desire to do the things they just did again. he felt like a child, curled up in the brit's arms, and he loved it. he let his fingers dance up elvis' arm and to his neck, stroking it gently with his thumb with a small, lazy smile on his lips. he didn't want to go back to work, but he had to unless he wanted to get fired. when he heard the other male speak, he chuckled, smiling a toothy smile. it was indeed, very amazing. and the purr that escaped from elvis' mouth made seattle shudder, making the fingers of his other hand travel down elvis' thighs, ending at his knee.

"have to agree with that.."

he shivered at the kiss on his shoulder, and he leaned back, moving his head so that it laid under the other's neck. his lips pressed a light, gently kiss on his throat, and he opened his doe-like brown eyes watch as elvis placed kisses on his shoulders and made his way up to his neck. his eyes fluttered closed once more and he tilted his head back slightly, allowing more access for elvis and his lips that made seattle shiver and want to stay like this forever. he was content, and he didn't want to leave elvis and his arms that made him feel protected and wanted. that was all he ever wanted in the first place; to feel that someone actually cared about him besides his mother. and right now, he felt that with elvis.