[no thinking, just feeling. people who don't know janus all that well would tend to think they'd have trouble with this particular task because they prefer to think. in reality, they have trouble mostly because they like to both think and feel, in perfect balance. this whole yin and yang, dark and light balance. if you think too much, you'll not be prepared for the feelings when they come; if you feel too much, you won't have discipline. trained in the art of war, they always knew better.
but this isn't war now.
and rafa invites them to let go, for a moment, here in this quiescent farmstead, with the sound of animals shifting in the distant rooms and the faint scent of alien trees seeping in through the corners of the windows. here-- they let rafa pull them off-balance, feeling the sweat start to grow slippery on their thighs, their fingers touching through rafa's hair. their cock stiffens in his mouth, and they muffle a cry in the press of their own lips. thoughts start and die, fast as welding sparks.]
no subject
but this isn't war now.
and rafa invites them to let go, for a moment, here in this quiescent farmstead, with the sound of animals shifting in the distant rooms and the faint scent of alien trees seeping in through the corners of the windows. here-- they let rafa pull them off-balance, feeling the sweat start to grow slippery on their thighs, their fingers touching through rafa's hair. their cock stiffens in his mouth, and they muffle a cry in the press of their own lips. thoughts start and die, fast as welding sparks.]