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AtS Comment Fic
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amara_m 's orphaned prompt in her commentfic thread: Angel/Wes, taste
Warmth fills his mouth and rolls on his tongue, dark and familiar, hot with stubborn denial, touched with just a spark of hope. Something deep down stirs and he swallows, letting just a little roll down and then he's gulping it in, feeling it rush down his throat. Desperation chases it into his belly and he sucks in more and more, drawing on that steadfast pulse - nothing has ever tasted like this, nothing has ever felt so alive, pulsing under his mouth, pumping and pushing life into his water-logged soul, demanding he take and take and he does, he takes it all, desperate to feel this life fill him, to feel it coursing through his veins and rushing through him, its hot-sweet taste pushing all that salt, all that pain and isolation and *hunger* out-out-out, uncompromising, insistent, flooding him with warmth and desperation and *home*, spreading in then outwards as it pumps through his heart, filling his veins to bursting, pounding in his arteries, singing through his soul, demanding he rise up and claim this man, this man who has always been his.
Posted originally here. I'd've sworn I only went there to see what she was talking about. Not quite sure where this came from (other than the fact that I've always had a thing for this particular moment in the fandom...)
amara_m 's orphaned prompt in her commentfic thread: Angel/Wes, tasteWarmth fills his mouth and rolls on his tongue, dark and familiar, hot with stubborn denial, touched with just a spark of hope. Something deep down stirs and he swallows, letting just a little roll down and then he's gulping it in, feeling it rush down his throat. Desperation chases it into his belly and he sucks in more and more, drawing on that steadfast pulse - nothing has ever tasted like this, nothing has ever felt so alive, pulsing under his mouth, pumping and pushing life into his water-logged soul, demanding he take and take and he does, he takes it all, desperate to feel this life fill him, to feel it coursing through his veins and rushing through him, its hot-sweet taste pushing all that salt, all that pain and isolation and *hunger* out-out-out, uncompromising, insistent, flooding him with warmth and desperation and *home*, spreading in then outwards as it pumps through his heart, filling his veins to bursting, pounding in his arteries, singing through his soul, demanding he rise up and claim this man, this man who has always been his.
Posted originally here. I'd've sworn I only went there to see what she was talking about. Not quite sure where this came from (other than the fact that I've always had a thing for this particular moment in the fandom...)
