Almost automatically, as though it had been choreographed, the God of Speed’s arm threw itself around the other’s waist to pull him flush against him, their lips fiercely meeting halfway. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins, victory was within their grasp and surrounding them was nothing but the CHAOS they had brought along with them— he could not have asked for a more accelerating scenario. A lustful hum pulsates from his lips to Music Meister’s, followed by a hot breath he exhaled into the mouth he was hardly done exploring. “What’re you gonna do to me when we do win?”
Where there was chaos there was also a melody, colliding with the destruction and weaving through it in broken water mains, groans and the sound of what had to be more than several rather small (or not so small) fires crackling in the distance (or not so distance). His love’s destruction deserved just one more note and as glowing golden hazel eyes landed on his would-be instrument cowering behind a pile crumbled brick and mortar, an arm slid around his waist. Attention snapping up between panted breaths and twitching fingers as though the Meister was already beginning to conduct his next masterpiece, their bodies met and then his mouth was taken. Hungry and deep, toes wiggled against the soles of polished saddle shoes as he kissed back with equal fervor, lust and want. Broken apart seconds later, he swallowed down the taste of his beloved, breathed it in and swooned. A wicked grin twisted his mouth and he tipped up to drag his teeth over wet lips. “Why ruin the surprise,” another bite, “Or would you like me to?”
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