(no subject)
Feb. 21st, 2006 08:46 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Title: Tattoos
Rating: pg
Players: Janne Niinimaa/Goran Bezina
Summary: Tattoos are meant to be shared. For Kathleen.
“I bet yours hurt more,” Goran whispers, his warm hands smoothing over inked skin.
“Maybe.” A half-shrug makes the muscles in Janne’s back dance in the dark.
“Can I lick it?”
Janne laughs softly. “If you want to.”
Goran smiles. “Then lie down.”
Janne obeys, stretching out on the bed on his stomach. He pillows his head on folded arms, looking over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye though. Janne never passes up a free show.
Goran crawls closer to lean over Janne’s back. One hand on the small of Janne’s pale back, the other on the blue sheets for balance, Goran dips his head and licks over the tattoo quickly, like a cat lapping up milk.
Janne chuckles, and his skin reverberates with the aftershocks. “That tickles.”
“I’m sorry?” Goran sits back, a mischievous grin on his face. “You can lick mine?”
“Come here then.” Janne doesn’t wait for Goran to comply, but hooks a long arm around the young man’s waist and pulls him down flat on the bed. Goran giggles and turns onto his stomach as well, inching closer to Janne so that their shoulders touch.
“Hmm. I think I like yours better,” Janne muses teasingly, getting up on one elbow to hover over Goran’s back. He leans down to press his tongue over the spread wings between the shoulder blades, feeling Goran’s shudder under his lips, and hears a hoarse mumble.
“I think I like mine better too.”
Rating: pg
Players: Janne Niinimaa/Goran Bezina
Summary: Tattoos are meant to be shared. For Kathleen.
“I bet yours hurt more,” Goran whispers, his warm hands smoothing over inked skin.
“Maybe.” A half-shrug makes the muscles in Janne’s back dance in the dark.
“Can I lick it?”
Janne laughs softly. “If you want to.”
Goran smiles. “Then lie down.”
Janne obeys, stretching out on the bed on his stomach. He pillows his head on folded arms, looking over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye though. Janne never passes up a free show.
Goran crawls closer to lean over Janne’s back. One hand on the small of Janne’s pale back, the other on the blue sheets for balance, Goran dips his head and licks over the tattoo quickly, like a cat lapping up milk.
Janne chuckles, and his skin reverberates with the aftershocks. “That tickles.”
“I’m sorry?” Goran sits back, a mischievous grin on his face. “You can lick mine?”
“Come here then.” Janne doesn’t wait for Goran to comply, but hooks a long arm around the young man’s waist and pulls him down flat on the bed. Goran giggles and turns onto his stomach as well, inching closer to Janne so that their shoulders touch.
“Hmm. I think I like yours better,” Janne muses teasingly, getting up on one elbow to hover over Goran’s back. He leans down to press his tongue over the spread wings between the shoulder blades, feeling Goran’s shudder under his lips, and hears a hoarse mumble.
“I think I like mine better too.”