Edmund felt like he'd just been slapped. For a moment he couldn't even truly fathom how Al was speaking to him. No one spoke to him that way except his siblings. What had Al done to earn himself such impunity of forwardness? He drew in a sharp breath, and blood rushed to his face with the riotous emotion that was outrage and denial and frustrated longing all at once.
He could have slugged Al for it. He could have delivered another scathing retort or furious decree. Could have called the guards on him, or left him right then and there to watch him take his revenge with the prince.
Instead, he did something much more rash and dangerous. He surged forward, grabbed the back of Al's neck, and pulled him in for a sudden, searing kiss.
His lips were hot against Al's, flushed red like his cheeks with the zeal of his passion. Even his hand on the nape of Al's neck was warm, possessive, holding him against Edmund as he kissed him. He'd remember it later, the heat that flared deep in his own body at the touch of Al's against him, and the way he wanted to press close and wind himself around the tall alpha and bury his face in the golden mane of hair. Smelling and tasting him all at once was driving his senses mad. Everything about Al felt so right.
It might have been a few seconds or a great many; it was simply too soon when he finally parted and let go, almost gasping for air. There was nothing he could even say, no explanations he could give for his behavior. It had been the pure impulse of the moment, and now all he could do was wait for the fallout.
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Date: 2016-10-13 04:23 am (UTC)Edmund felt like he'd just been slapped. For a moment he couldn't even truly fathom how Al was speaking to him. No one spoke to him that way except his siblings. What had Al done to earn himself such impunity of forwardness? He drew in a sharp breath, and blood rushed to his face with the riotous emotion that was outrage and denial and frustrated longing all at once.
He could have slugged Al for it. He could have delivered another scathing retort or furious decree. Could have called the guards on him, or left him right then and there to watch him take his revenge with the prince.
Instead, he did something much more rash and dangerous. He surged forward, grabbed the back of Al's neck, and pulled him in for a sudden, searing kiss.
His lips were hot against Al's, flushed red like his cheeks with the zeal of his passion. Even his hand on the nape of Al's neck was warm, possessive, holding him against Edmund as he kissed him. He'd remember it later, the heat that flared deep in his own body at the touch of Al's against him, and the way he wanted to press close and wind himself around the tall alpha and bury his face in the golden mane of hair. Smelling and tasting him all at once was driving his senses mad. Everything about Al felt so right.
It might have been a few seconds or a great many; it was simply too soon when he finally parted and let go, almost gasping for air. There was nothing he could even say, no explanations he could give for his behavior. It had been the pure impulse of the moment, and now all he could do was wait for the fallout.