The Brightest Stars

BASTIEN "They are terms of endearment in my language. Dear, darling and just for you...Golden One." Bastien explained with a smirk as he crawled over Caiside on the bench, hands on either side of his body and leaning down to have his lips close to Caiside's as he whispered: "Is there anything else you'd like to be called?" He moved to stroke a hand up his side. "Divine?" The hand moved to Caiside's chest. "Holy?" He moved to hold Caiside's jaw and tip up his head, just stroke his lips with his thumb. "Tesoro, defiling your holy image will be the best thing I have done in this place." With this said he moved forward to take Caiside's mouth in a bruising kiss, rubbing his hand along his jaw. He pushed his hips up against the other mans, moving to straddle him. "I shall worship you in the best way I know how." Bastien promised, then began to rock his hips and kiss at Caiside's neck with just a hint of teeth. you never had time for metaphor, or, rather, you had time to spare for those who used it with care, holy mother star