Frost couldn't even pretend to care about what Galen was doing, even as he saw the younger man's return. And, as he'd suspected, the redhead had Kieran in his wake; they were tangled up in each other already, hips grinding as they kissed right in front of the chair that Galen had vacated a few minutes before--which also put them right in front of the chair where Frost now sat with Sparrow in his lap--and then Kieran pushed him downward until Galen's ass hit the seat again, leaving the other man panting and flushed, staring up at his partner for a brief moment before the victor was straddling his lap and pressing their lips back together, his fingers combing through Galen's long hair.
Frost leaned down just slightly, his lips brushing against Sparrow's ear. He felt her shiver--a pleasant one, he knew--and murmured even quieter than before, "The boy's putting on a show for you, you realize?"
Sparrow spoke softly, but her response wasn't as near-silent as what had prompted it; Galen glanced in their direction, obviously eager for a sign of their approval, as she answered, "Of course, Frost."
He kept his voice just above inaudible as he went on; this conversation was for them. "You like what you see?"
She laughed very quietly, titling her head back to glance at him. "Of course, Frost."
He couldn't help himself; even though he was sure by now that half the Circle probably had their eyes locked onto whatever the hell they thought was going on their dark little corner of the room, he didn't care at all about adding fuel to the fire at this point. There was nothing to be done for it anyway, after all; right now, they were particularly cosy with a man everyone knew they had slept with and another whom everyone knew was trying to fuck them, and with those two men currently fucking each other while Frost and Sparrow looked on like unabashed voyeurs, there was no stopping the inevitable rumors now.
So, no, Frost couldn't help himself. He took Sparrow's chin in hand and pulled her face to his, forcing her to turn to accommodate the kiss. But she kept turning, just as he'd hoped she would, until she was no longer look in the two younger men's direction at all, her attention fully fixed upon Frost himself. He couldn't pretend he wasn't pleased with the way she kissed him then; he wasn't quite sure if it was actually because of what Galen and Kieran were doing in the next chair over or if it was simply the promise of what they would likely do with Galen themselves before long, but she kissed him then with more passion than he could ever recall receiving from her while under the scrutinizing gaze of the Circle, biting teasingly at his lower lip, sucking at it and his tongue, slipping her own into his mouth, and still smiling faintly all the while. She clearly knew exactly what she was doing--clearly understood just what kind of show she was putting on for Galen and all the rest of them--and her hand slid up the bare skin of the back of his neck before her fingers threaded into the back of and tugged gently at the base of his skull.
If he hadn't been hard before, he certainly was now.
"I--" he almost gasped when she finally let him break the kiss, "--am going to fuck the hell out of you when we get upstairs. Fucking war, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I never want to see it go."
He realized after the words had left his tongue that perhaps they hadn't been the best to use; but rather than take any offense to what he'd said, as he'd rather been expected, she merely made a small, unimpressed but oddly amused noise, and leaned forward to nuzzle against his jawline before her lips moved upward and her teeth closed gently around his earlobe.
He suppressed his groan but could do nothing to fight the surge of arousal, and at this point, he was starting to think it an actual struggle to resist simply picking her up and carrying her back upstairs, spectators and propriety be damned. "Is that not how you always fuck me, Frost?" she asked him quietly, breath hot against his ear.
Are You Ready [5/?]
Frost leaned down just slightly, his lips brushing against Sparrow's ear. He felt her shiver--a pleasant one, he knew--and murmured even quieter than before, "The boy's putting on a show for you, you realize?"
Sparrow spoke softly, but her response wasn't as near-silent as what had prompted it; Galen glanced in their direction, obviously eager for a sign of their approval, as she answered, "Of course, Frost."
He kept his voice just above inaudible as he went on; this conversation was for them. "You like what you see?"
She laughed very quietly, titling her head back to glance at him. "Of course, Frost."
He couldn't help himself; even though he was sure by now that half the Circle probably had their eyes locked onto whatever the hell they thought was going on their dark little corner of the room, he didn't care at all about adding fuel to the fire at this point. There was nothing to be done for it anyway, after all; right now, they were particularly cosy with a man everyone knew they had slept with and another whom everyone knew was trying to fuck them, and with those two men currently fucking each other while Frost and Sparrow looked on like unabashed voyeurs, there was no stopping the inevitable rumors now.
So, no, Frost couldn't help himself. He took Sparrow's chin in hand and pulled her face to his, forcing her to turn to accommodate the kiss. But she kept turning, just as he'd hoped she would, until she was no longer look in the two younger men's direction at all, her attention fully fixed upon Frost himself. He couldn't pretend he wasn't pleased with the way she kissed him then; he wasn't quite sure if it was actually because of what Galen and Kieran were doing in the next chair over or if it was simply the promise of what they would likely do with Galen themselves before long, but she kissed him then with more passion than he could ever recall receiving from her while under the scrutinizing gaze of the Circle, biting teasingly at his lower lip, sucking at it and his tongue, slipping her own into his mouth, and still smiling faintly all the while. She clearly knew exactly what she was doing--clearly understood just what kind of show she was putting on for Galen and all the rest of them--and her hand slid up the bare skin of the back of his neck before her fingers threaded into the back of and tugged gently at the base of his skull.
If he hadn't been hard before, he certainly was now.
"I--" he almost gasped when she finally let him break the kiss, "--am going to fuck the hell out of you when we get upstairs. Fucking war, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I never want to see it go."
He realized after the words had left his tongue that perhaps they hadn't been the best to use; but rather than take any offense to what he'd said, as he'd rather been expected, she merely made a small, unimpressed but oddly amused noise, and leaned forward to nuzzle against his jawline before her lips moved upward and her teeth closed gently around his earlobe.
He suppressed his groan but could do nothing to fight the surge of arousal, and at this point, he was starting to think it an actual struggle to resist simply picking her up and carrying her back upstairs, spectators and propriety be damned. "Is that not how you always fuck me, Frost?" she asked him quietly, breath hot against his ear.
"This isn't how you always fuck me, though."