Rowan nodded when Cris recognized Henri's description. It didn't surprise him; Henri's most notable trait was the fact that he was absolutely unremarkable. "That's him," he said when Cris supplied Henri's last name. "My Creator. You can blame him for me." He grinned at Cris. "Evidently he broke the mold with me. I'm his only one." He shrugged at Cris. "And even I was an accident."
He groaned at Christian's pun. "Yes, I guess I was," he agreed, adding, "The tutu was sparkly. And so was the wand, which I still have in one of those boxes. The kids made it."
Rowan listened to Cris's laundry list of guilty offenses with an expression of increasing surprise. He was pretty sure his eyebrows couldn't get any higher. "Oh my. You are quite the troublemaker. And no one's taken you to task all these years?" He had to laugh though, from start to end. "I have to remember to stay on your good side, huh."
When Cris turned to skate backwards Rowan skated up next to him and snaked an arm around his waist. He looked down into that gorgeous poker face; smiled and nodded. "You're caring and evil all at once," he commented. "It's a little unorthodox but on you, it works. And it's pretty hot."
It was true; Cris was an attractive man wearing any expression. 'Stern Security Chief' was just as sexy as every other face Rowan had seen his lover wear. When Cris mentioned the raccoon noises however, he arched his brows once more. "Now that one, I would like to hear more about later. I'm assuming you retrieved said elder's ass? Regenerating that has to be a bitch."
When Cris turned back around Rowan immediately reclaimed his hand. "My turn, hmm?" He considered a new question. Cris had turned the mood back from something serious to humorous; Rowan hadn't missed the transition. He wanted to keep it lighter as well.
"All right. How about this - name me one thing you're absolutely awful at. And I don't mean something serious. Same deal - something funny or odd. For me it's horseback riding." Rowan rolled his eyes. "I was horrible at it. Henri used to tell me I looked like a big red marionette, like someone was pulling my strings every which way. I have to agree I felt like one. Don't know why. I just can't, you know..."
He gestured with his hands, showing unequal scales. "Myself, horse, never the two shall meet."
Spin me around (Attn: Rowan)
After finding the appropriate gear at the sporting goods store they made their way to The Strip, backpacks and skates in hand. Finding a bench, Cris sat down and changed out of his shoes, placing them into the bag when he was done. In the end he had chosen a pair of black skates made for urban terrain. He had a brief amusing mental image of wearing them with his suit and tie and skating through the Towers while doing rounds at work. He wisely chose not to share that idea with Alfarinn lest the man think it a perfectly good one and then dare him to do it. It was just best not to give Alfarinn ammunition if one could help it.
He stood up, hopped once or twice, and then adjusted a lace before deciding he was ready.
With his hands on his hips, Christian looked out on their surroundings for anything potentially interesting in the immediate area. There was not much of interest that struck him in the immediate area. Just a restaurant featuring bread, a couple of clothing stores, a hair salon and a jewelry store.
It was probably just as well that they skated for a bit instead of stopping at the very first chance.
Turning back to his partner, he smiled. "You ready?" Gesturing a hand around him, Cris asked. "Is there anything right here that you wanted to see?"
((OOC: Random store list! Yay d20))
Panera Bread Co.
Buckle
Style One Hair Salon
Old Navy
Charming Charlie
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian was pleased to know who Rowan's Creator was and that they seemed to have a good relationship with each other. He wondered what his partner meant when he said that he was an accident. "Do you mean that Henri didn't mean to turn you?"
Cris smiled when he heard that the wand and tutu were both suitably sparkly and even more so when Rowan told him that he had kept the prop that the children had made him. "Ah, so sparkly vampires -do- exist?! And here I thought they were a myth."
His companion pronounced him both caring and evil, Christian feigned innocence. "I am not evil. I am simply doing my utmost to keep everyone alert. Its job dedication, I tell you." His brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait, what's hot?"
He nodded head solemnly, closing his eyes. "Yes, it is my, sometimes unfortunate, duty to save his ass." If Alfarinn only knew the fun they were having at his expense. Ah well, served him right for laughing." Next time we visit Aishe she can show you the reason behind the noises. It will make more sense that way."
Rowan explained about his lack of horseback riding skills and Christian laughed. "Well I am not fond of the creatures so you won't have me pestering you to get on one of them. I was ecstatic when cars where invented and bought one of the first available to the public."
He considered his partner's question. "Hmm, giving speeches. I hate it. Trying to be inspirational when everyone's eyes are on you... I get terrible stage fright. I've done it when I've had to. When I'm in the middle of a battle its not so bad. Commanding, shouting orders, that's different but motivational speaking will never be my favored occupation and if I can stay behind the scenes then I will."
Christian looked around at the nearby shops, spotting one in pink and black, he pointed it out and then headed toward it.
Cris smiled when he heard that the wand and tutu were both suitably sparkly and even more so when Rowan told him that he had kept the prop that the children had made him. "Ah, so sparkly vampires -do- exist?! And here I thought they were a myth."
His companion pronounced him both caring and evil, Christian feigned innocence. "I am not evil. I am simply doing my utmost to keep everyone alert. Its job dedication, I tell you." His brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait, what's hot?"
He nodded head solemnly, closing his eyes. "Yes, it is my, sometimes unfortunate, duty to save his ass." If Alfarinn only knew the fun they were having at his expense. Ah well, served him right for laughing." Next time we visit Aishe she can show you the reason behind the noises. It will make more sense that way."
Rowan explained about his lack of horseback riding skills and Christian laughed. "Well I am not fond of the creatures so you won't have me pestering you to get on one of them. I was ecstatic when cars where invented and bought one of the first available to the public."
He considered his partner's question. "Hmm, giving speeches. I hate it. Trying to be inspirational when everyone's eyes are on you... I get terrible stage fright. I've done it when I've had to. When I'm in the middle of a battle its not so bad. Commanding, shouting orders, that's different but motivational speaking will never be my favored occupation and if I can stay behind the scenes then I will."
Christian looked around at the nearby shops, spotting one in pink and black, he pointed it out and then headed toward it.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan smiled and shrugged at Cris. "I don't know what Henri meant to do or didn't mean to do," he pointed out, "though I've never had any cause to doubt him. By his claim, he was being accused of cheating in a tavern in France when I swooped in, saved the day, and was very nearly beaten to death for my heroics. Henri decided he couldn't do much about my inevitable death but he could certainly do something about the rest of my life. So here I am." He turned slightly while he coasted along and offered Cris an elaborate little courtly bow.
He grinned and considered the sparkling thing. "Well I would submit that while my accessories were plenty sparkly, the vampire himself was not. So you may yet have to continue searching for that elusive beast. I know it's a technicality, but it is valid. I can try to find some body glitter if you want. Then I'll definitely sparkle."
Rowan laughed at Cris's feigned look of innocence, resisting the urge to tug his lover closer to him for a kiss. That sort of thing was exactly what would inspire the likely inevitable crash. He could wait until they stopped. He did shake his head at Cris's adorable confusion. "Everything," he gestured to Cris. "All of you. Hot. Don't stop."
Rowan doubted Cris could stop being hot any more than he could stop drinking blood. He was all right with potentially being biased. Any relationship needed a strong physical base and they had that for sure. Rowan liked that.
He nodded his comprehension that he should ask Cris's daughter about the raccoon noises; he didn't understand why but he certainly would make sure to do so when he saw the small black-haired vampire again. He laughed outright at the discovery that Cris did not like horses at all. "I've got nothing against them," he smiled, "but I'll be the first to agree that sitting on one isn't my forte. Particularly while it's moving. If we ever had to travel a great distance I would convince Henri to go by cart."
The fact that Cris suffered stage fright surprised him. He knew Cris's stress relievers involved pretending to be someone he was not, and that seemed like one big act in and of itself. But actually making a speech, that was different, he conceded. And it really wasn't for everyone. Rowan himself didn't mind but he'd done a good deal of theater for fun and that naturally involved some monologuing.
Cris pointed out another store and Rowan followed him, intrigued. This one had a sign in pink and black and, as they drew closer, proclaimed itself to be named, "Sinsations." He laughed; apparently Cris had been very serious about the strain they'd been placing on what was evidently his only tube of lubricant. They removed their skates once more and this time Rowan did take the opportunity to wrap Cris up in his arms and kiss him quite thoroughly on the sidewalk outside the store.
As they entered the building Rowan noted that it consisted of two levels with lingerie and erotic clothing on one floor and a toy store upstairs. Assuming they had come in specifically for the item Cris had mentioned earlier, Rowan headed to the upper floor where he figured it would be.
He grinned and considered the sparkling thing. "Well I would submit that while my accessories were plenty sparkly, the vampire himself was not. So you may yet have to continue searching for that elusive beast. I know it's a technicality, but it is valid. I can try to find some body glitter if you want. Then I'll definitely sparkle."
Rowan laughed at Cris's feigned look of innocence, resisting the urge to tug his lover closer to him for a kiss. That sort of thing was exactly what would inspire the likely inevitable crash. He could wait until they stopped. He did shake his head at Cris's adorable confusion. "Everything," he gestured to Cris. "All of you. Hot. Don't stop."
Rowan doubted Cris could stop being hot any more than he could stop drinking blood. He was all right with potentially being biased. Any relationship needed a strong physical base and they had that for sure. Rowan liked that.
He nodded his comprehension that he should ask Cris's daughter about the raccoon noises; he didn't understand why but he certainly would make sure to do so when he saw the small black-haired vampire again. He laughed outright at the discovery that Cris did not like horses at all. "I've got nothing against them," he smiled, "but I'll be the first to agree that sitting on one isn't my forte. Particularly while it's moving. If we ever had to travel a great distance I would convince Henri to go by cart."
The fact that Cris suffered stage fright surprised him. He knew Cris's stress relievers involved pretending to be someone he was not, and that seemed like one big act in and of itself. But actually making a speech, that was different, he conceded. And it really wasn't for everyone. Rowan himself didn't mind but he'd done a good deal of theater for fun and that naturally involved some monologuing.
Cris pointed out another store and Rowan followed him, intrigued. This one had a sign in pink and black and, as they drew closer, proclaimed itself to be named, "Sinsations." He laughed; apparently Cris had been very serious about the strain they'd been placing on what was evidently his only tube of lubricant. They removed their skates once more and this time Rowan did take the opportunity to wrap Cris up in his arms and kiss him quite thoroughly on the sidewalk outside the store.
As they entered the building Rowan noted that it consisted of two levels with lingerie and erotic clothing on one floor and a toy store upstairs. Assuming they had come in specifically for the item Cris had mentioned earlier, Rowan headed to the upper floor where he figured it would be.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Cris shook his head, listening to the story of how Rowan saved a vampire and was nearly killed for the kindness. At least Henri did the honorable thing and turned Rowan in gratitude. He smiled at his companion's bow. "You are truly wonderful, even so young you were doing such selfless things." Rowan was amazing, so very admirable and Cris considered himself very very lucky. He skated along beside his partner, a small bemused grin on his face.
He didn't even notice that everything about himself had been deemed hot. He was too busy going over the past week or so trying to figure out what he had managed to do right, if it had anything to do with him at all, in order to have Rowan here skating beside him. Christian wanted to make sure he kept doing whatever it was; he hadn't been this happy in so very long.
Looking around at the bottom of the store quickly, he followed Rowan up the stairs. Lingerie had its place but it definitely looked better on a woman, in his opinion. There were some pieces of attire here that Rowan would look very sexy in but Cris didn't know what his partner might already have. Rowan's tastes had proven to be very diverse so far. He was also perfectly willing to try on anything his companion might like to see him in but he had a large collection of attire at home, the result of multitudes of persona.
Upstairs held all the toys, accessories and apparatuses that a couple could possibly want. He ran his fingers down a leather leash on sales display before moving on to the bottle of lubricants.
"Edible or not edible...that appears to be the question."
He didn't even notice that everything about himself had been deemed hot. He was too busy going over the past week or so trying to figure out what he had managed to do right, if it had anything to do with him at all, in order to have Rowan here skating beside him. Christian wanted to make sure he kept doing whatever it was; he hadn't been this happy in so very long.
Looking around at the bottom of the store quickly, he followed Rowan up the stairs. Lingerie had its place but it definitely looked better on a woman, in his opinion. There were some pieces of attire here that Rowan would look very sexy in but Cris didn't know what his partner might already have. Rowan's tastes had proven to be very diverse so far. He was also perfectly willing to try on anything his companion might like to see him in but he had a large collection of attire at home, the result of multitudes of persona.
Upstairs held all the toys, accessories and apparatuses that a couple could possibly want. He ran his fingers down a leather leash on sales display before moving on to the bottle of lubricants.
"Edible or not edible...that appears to be the question."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan arched his brows at Cris. "I'm just as selfish as the next vampire," he pointed out softly. "Who really knows what my motives were? I have sufficient evidence from the past few centuries to prove I've done my fair share of idiotic shit."
He didn't want Cris to have some sort of skewed idea that he was Ruan, patron Saint of Good Deeds. He quickly looked around for a puppy to kick, but immediately felt bad even thinking about it. Rowan rolled his eyes at himself. He was really losing his pirate edge.
He was still thinking of appropriately selfish acts and, subsequently, berating himself for thinking of them, as he followed Cris closely through the aisles of fun things. He was distracted by the sight of Cris's slender fingers brushing the leather leash, so much so that he thought of a very good way to prove he wasn't a saint.
When Cris stopped and asked the question of edibility Rowan thought he might die. Moving queitly behind his partner he took Cris by the shoulders, pulled him back against him gently, and dropped his mouth to Cris's neck, not caring who the hell saw them. Kissing his way up to Cris's ear Rowan murmured, "Is it really a question? I think you're perfectly edible and I have to admit... I'm feeling pretty selfish right this moment."
Wrapping his arms around Cris from behind he tightened his embrace, sucking gently on his lover's neck just long enough to bring some color to the surface of the fair skin. He released him then and peered over Cris's shoulder at the display. Cris should be a flavor. It was the only one he was interested in.
He didn't want Cris to have some sort of skewed idea that he was Ruan, patron Saint of Good Deeds. He quickly looked around for a puppy to kick, but immediately felt bad even thinking about it. Rowan rolled his eyes at himself. He was really losing his pirate edge.
He was still thinking of appropriately selfish acts and, subsequently, berating himself for thinking of them, as he followed Cris closely through the aisles of fun things. He was distracted by the sight of Cris's slender fingers brushing the leather leash, so much so that he thought of a very good way to prove he wasn't a saint.
When Cris stopped and asked the question of edibility Rowan thought he might die. Moving queitly behind his partner he took Cris by the shoulders, pulled him back against him gently, and dropped his mouth to Cris's neck, not caring who the hell saw them. Kissing his way up to Cris's ear Rowan murmured, "Is it really a question? I think you're perfectly edible and I have to admit... I'm feeling pretty selfish right this moment."
Wrapping his arms around Cris from behind he tightened his embrace, sucking gently on his lover's neck just long enough to bring some color to the surface of the fair skin. He released him then and peered over Cris's shoulder at the display. Cris should be a flavor. It was the only one he was interested in.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian felt the heat of Rowan's body seconds before finding himself pressed up against it. His lover's mouth on his neck felt deliciously sinful, he found that his own body had already begun to respond to Rowan automatically, his weight balanced back against his partner's larger frame, his neck tilted invitingly to the side.
The sultry voice next to his ear made him moan softly. Just a few words from Rowan and his pulse was already racing. With Rowan saying such suggestive things and standing this close it was hard to restrain himself from dragging the man off to some place private. Instead, Cris stepped away with a small backward smirk at his partner. [Is that so? And what selfish thoughts would those be?] He found a basket, hardly believing he'd ever need a such a thing in a store like this, and put in several bottles of various different lubricants, some edible, some not. Choices were good thing.
"Oh, look, chocolate strawberry...close enough. Or perhaps we should just get cherry? To go on top."
He turned back to Rowan as he walked down the next aisle. "I'm interested in knowing what you might want to play with. Anything you want to bring home?"
The vibrators were predictably near the lubricants and Cris picked up one of the smaller ones with a wireless remote. [Do you know what my... what was I again? Oh yes, caring and evil. So do you know what evil thoughts I'm having right this minute?] He handed a vibrator to his partner and then picked up another. [I am thinking that we could do the rest of the shopping while seeing just how much of a distraction we can be to each other.] Christian walked back to Rowan, wrapping an arm around his lover's waist. With a smile, he said. "I'll give you mine, if you give me yours."
The sultry voice next to his ear made him moan softly. Just a few words from Rowan and his pulse was already racing. With Rowan saying such suggestive things and standing this close it was hard to restrain himself from dragging the man off to some place private. Instead, Cris stepped away with a small backward smirk at his partner. [Is that so? And what selfish thoughts would those be?] He found a basket, hardly believing he'd ever need a such a thing in a store like this, and put in several bottles of various different lubricants, some edible, some not. Choices were good thing.
"Oh, look, chocolate strawberry...close enough. Or perhaps we should just get cherry? To go on top."
He turned back to Rowan as he walked down the next aisle. "I'm interested in knowing what you might want to play with. Anything you want to bring home?"
The vibrators were predictably near the lubricants and Cris picked up one of the smaller ones with a wireless remote. [Do you know what my... what was I again? Oh yes, caring and evil. So do you know what evil thoughts I'm having right this minute?] He handed a vibrator to his partner and then picked up another. [I am thinking that we could do the rest of the shopping while seeing just how much of a distraction we can be to each other.] Christian walked back to Rowan, wrapping an arm around his lover's waist. With a smile, he said. "I'll give you mine, if you give me yours."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan smiled and enjoyed the all too brief embrace. Cris's sending was met with a slow, spreading grin. [Just the usual. You're amazing, you turn me on, I want you all to myself.] The words were certainly becoming something of a litany for Rowan.
"All the above," Rowan said to Cris's selection of flavored lubricants. He looked at the shelf and selected a few himself. "Don't forget cinnamon," he said, "and champagne... I love the warming ones."
As they rounded the corner into the next aisle Rowan stopped for a second. Home? Yes, of course. Cris had asked hm to stay while he was getting his apartment set up. So he supposed that would be home for a while. He frowned slightly although he actually felt good about it. It was just leaving... he didn't want to consider it.
So instead, he considered toys. Much more fun. He looked at the smaller gadgets and nodded at several. "Playing with just about anything is good," he said. "There's something to be said for a really good cock ring if you're aiming for small. But if you want to go big you can't beat a swing."
There were a variety of toys small, big, and in between. Rowan would be the first to say they weren't necessary but boy, were they enjoyable. He wasn't opposed to prolonging a climax as long as possible and many of these toys were designed exactly for that, or to bringing you back to that point as fast as possible. He skipped over a large portion of the bondage accessories; he had a good deal of those at home.
The next suggestion by his evil lover was met with alarm and then slow understanding. He glanced down at the object of Cris's attention and smiled once more. Then he nodded. When Cris's arm came around his waist Rowan bent to kiss him again. "You're on," he murmured.
"All the above," Rowan said to Cris's selection of flavored lubricants. He looked at the shelf and selected a few himself. "Don't forget cinnamon," he said, "and champagne... I love the warming ones."
As they rounded the corner into the next aisle Rowan stopped for a second. Home? Yes, of course. Cris had asked hm to stay while he was getting his apartment set up. So he supposed that would be home for a while. He frowned slightly although he actually felt good about it. It was just leaving... he didn't want to consider it.
So instead, he considered toys. Much more fun. He looked at the smaller gadgets and nodded at several. "Playing with just about anything is good," he said. "There's something to be said for a really good cock ring if you're aiming for small. But if you want to go big you can't beat a swing."
There were a variety of toys small, big, and in between. Rowan would be the first to say they weren't necessary but boy, were they enjoyable. He wasn't opposed to prolonging a climax as long as possible and many of these toys were designed exactly for that, or to bringing you back to that point as fast as possible. He skipped over a large portion of the bondage accessories; he had a good deal of those at home.
The next suggestion by his evil lover was met with alarm and then slow understanding. He glanced down at the object of Cris's attention and smiled once more. Then he nodded. When Cris's arm came around his waist Rowan bent to kiss him again. "You're on," he murmured.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian made sure that he added Rowan's flavors of choice to the basket and looked at his lover to see if there was anything else that he had missed. His partner's comment about whether they wanted small toys or large made him chuckle. "Whatever you want to play with. If you wish to install a jungle gym in the house we can, just so long as it comes down again easily."
He returned the kiss and then smiled when Rowan took up his challenge by telling him that he was on. "Not yet, I'm not." Cris looked down at the package in his hand. "but with a couple of batteries I will be."
Looking back at Rowan, he said. "I suppose we can finish shopping here first though and purchase everything at once."
Cris walked over to the wall of larger accessories that had bondage gear, suspension equipment and even portable surfaces meant to give you that 'perfect' position. He frowned dubiously at the inflatable bondage chair. [I don't see that lasting even once.] Tilting his head sideways at it, he glanced over at his lover. [Nice idea though. I'm sure we could make our own.]
Pointing to a couple of swings, he said. "Do you want one? I think that one has the most potential." Christian pointed out the one called the Fetish Fantasy Swing. It had various different straps along with the basic swing saddle which made more positions possible with it.
"What I really want to know is, what would you like to take home from here?" It was a different version of their question game, this time with props.
He returned the kiss and then smiled when Rowan took up his challenge by telling him that he was on. "Not yet, I'm not." Cris looked down at the package in his hand. "but with a couple of batteries I will be."
Looking back at Rowan, he said. "I suppose we can finish shopping here first though and purchase everything at once."
Cris walked over to the wall of larger accessories that had bondage gear, suspension equipment and even portable surfaces meant to give you that 'perfect' position. He frowned dubiously at the inflatable bondage chair. [I don't see that lasting even once.] Tilting his head sideways at it, he glanced over at his lover. [Nice idea though. I'm sure we could make our own.]
Pointing to a couple of swings, he said. "Do you want one? I think that one has the most potential." Christian pointed out the one called the Fetish Fantasy Swing. It had various different straps along with the basic swing saddle which made more positions possible with it.
"What I really want to know is, what would you like to take home from here?" It was a different version of their question game, this time with props.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
"I don't think the jungle gym will be necessary," Rowan said with a grin. He laughed softly at Cris's assertion that he needed a few batteries and joyfully wrapped his hands around his lover's waist once more, pulling him back for a much more aggressive kiss.
"That's a plan," he said. It made much more sense to him that way, having any purchases made already. The idea of heading back out to the strip with the current plan in motion was enough to make him tense with anticipation though. It was so much fun to have such an open, adventurous, creative partner. That that partner was someone like Cris made it even better.
Rowan practically floated over to the furniture section in question, shaking his head at the inflatable chair. [You're right. That would be the first thing to get broken,] he sent back, [but the other idea, now, that has merit. There will have to be silk involved somehow.] They could manage it if they really wanted.
He was distracted from the arts and crafts portion of the sex toy experience, though, when Cris found the swings and pointed one out. Rowan eyed it critically and nodded his slow agreement. "I think it might be fun," he said with a smile. "The only question would be, how much of a beating can it take?" He glanced at Cris. "If you do to it what you did to me in the shower earlier, it might not be up to it."
He recalled with perfect clarity Cris's savage actions from the shower. "Think of how much more fun that will be when your hands are both free," he suggested. Rowan had loved it, loved Cris's force and wild abandoning of restraint.
Nodding, he pulled the box from the shelf. "Okay then. Item number one."
He passed up the restraints with a knowing smile. "Plenty of these at home."
The sad truth of the matter was, though, that when it came down to it there weren't as many toys on the market geared for two men as there were for a couple of opposing sexes. Rowan did manage to find a couple of decent rings, stretchy, vibrating, that looked very promising. He showed them both to Cris before adding them to their growing pile of toys.
Next he located and added a flogger in soft suede leather. Neither he nor Cris was into pain, but in Rowan's opinion the flogger was best used softly, anyway. Especially the nice sueded texture. In the past he'd had very long hair that was an excellent toy for teasing sensitive skin with but that obviously wasn't an option now.
His selections were minimal but at the moment he saw nothing else they might really need or want. He looked at Cris. "How about you? Anything I've neglected that you wanted to play with?"
"That's a plan," he said. It made much more sense to him that way, having any purchases made already. The idea of heading back out to the strip with the current plan in motion was enough to make him tense with anticipation though. It was so much fun to have such an open, adventurous, creative partner. That that partner was someone like Cris made it even better.
Rowan practically floated over to the furniture section in question, shaking his head at the inflatable chair. [You're right. That would be the first thing to get broken,] he sent back, [but the other idea, now, that has merit. There will have to be silk involved somehow.] They could manage it if they really wanted.
He was distracted from the arts and crafts portion of the sex toy experience, though, when Cris found the swings and pointed one out. Rowan eyed it critically and nodded his slow agreement. "I think it might be fun," he said with a smile. "The only question would be, how much of a beating can it take?" He glanced at Cris. "If you do to it what you did to me in the shower earlier, it might not be up to it."
He recalled with perfect clarity Cris's savage actions from the shower. "Think of how much more fun that will be when your hands are both free," he suggested. Rowan had loved it, loved Cris's force and wild abandoning of restraint.
Nodding, he pulled the box from the shelf. "Okay then. Item number one."
He passed up the restraints with a knowing smile. "Plenty of these at home."
The sad truth of the matter was, though, that when it came down to it there weren't as many toys on the market geared for two men as there were for a couple of opposing sexes. Rowan did manage to find a couple of decent rings, stretchy, vibrating, that looked very promising. He showed them both to Cris before adding them to their growing pile of toys.
Next he located and added a flogger in soft suede leather. Neither he nor Cris was into pain, but in Rowan's opinion the flogger was best used softly, anyway. Especially the nice sueded texture. In the past he'd had very long hair that was an excellent toy for teasing sensitive skin with but that obviously wasn't an option now.
His selections were minimal but at the moment he saw nothing else they might really need or want. He looked at Cris. "How about you? Anything I've neglected that you wanted to play with?"
Christian Bern
12 years ago
He was not surprised that Rowan agreed with his assessment of the chair. Cris did find the idea of silk an interesting addition. [A silk slip cover? ] It would feel nice and be easy enough to throw in the wash. Christian debated briefly about how to still have the restraints and decided that it would be easy enough to cut slots in the slip cover for wrist and ankle straps. The side project was already taking shape in his mind while he looked over the swing selection when Rowan derailed his thoughts completely with mention of their earlier exploits.
Cris considered it and nodded. "I think we just need a sturdy beam, and fortunately we have plenty of those." He turned to his partner and grinned, imagining exactly what he could do with his hands free. "Oh, I am. Trust me."
He watched with interest at the various things that Rowan added to the basket. Christian added a couple of non-vibrating plugs in different sizes and some beads. [variety, spice, life... all that.]
When the restraints were mentioned Cris wondered whether Rowan figured that he had more or if somewhere in the boxes Rowan had brought with him his partner had plenty. He was interested to find out. "But is it purple?" He pointed out the vivid purple rope hanging on a peg.
They made their way to the counter and bought their items and batteries, conveniently located on a display near the counter, just in case people forgot in their haste to take their items home to play with. Christian handed the bag to Rowan and disappeared down the hall to the men's room.
As he fitted batteries into the toy and adjusted it snugly into place, he sent to his companion. [So how long before you're wanting to replace this with something else?] Cris smiled and added. [Think we'll make through another whole store or two?]
He returned, giving Rowan a smile. "I'll wait for you outside."
Cris considered it and nodded. "I think we just need a sturdy beam, and fortunately we have plenty of those." He turned to his partner and grinned, imagining exactly what he could do with his hands free. "Oh, I am. Trust me."
He watched with interest at the various things that Rowan added to the basket. Christian added a couple of non-vibrating plugs in different sizes and some beads. [variety, spice, life... all that.]
When the restraints were mentioned Cris wondered whether Rowan figured that he had more or if somewhere in the boxes Rowan had brought with him his partner had plenty. He was interested to find out. "But is it purple?" He pointed out the vivid purple rope hanging on a peg.
They made their way to the counter and bought their items and batteries, conveniently located on a display near the counter, just in case people forgot in their haste to take their items home to play with. Christian handed the bag to Rowan and disappeared down the hall to the men's room.
As he fitted batteries into the toy and adjusted it snugly into place, he sent to his companion. [So how long before you're wanting to replace this with something else?] Cris smiled and added. [Think we'll make through another whole store or two?]
He returned, giving Rowan a smile. "I'll wait for you outside."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
[That was my thought,] Rowan responded. The idea of a bondage chair covered in silk was mentally pleasing... a gilded prison, as it were. He liked it.
Picturing the rafters in Cris's apartment Rowan had to agree that if there was a decent spot for a swing, Cris's home was it. The grin his partner shot him was both sexy and sweet at once and Rowan wondered how he was supposed to live through another round of teasing when he just wanted to pick Cris up and carry him back to Liefde.
He watched with interest as Cris added a few items to their impressive haul, laughing softly at the comment in his head. As they passed the purple restraint Rowan raised one eyebrow at his partner. "Actually - yes. It is purple. They are, I should say, since there are several."
Holding the bag while he waited for Cris Rowan leaned against the wall and sighed. [How long? Try, yesterday,] he answered the question. [Any rules here? Or anything goes? And I give it a store. Maaaaaaybe two. Before I pounce on you.] He wanted to know what tricks were in and what tricks were out, though. How dirty did they plan to get here to achieve their ends?
He exchanged places with Cris, passing the bag off to hm and taking his turn in the mens' room, chuckling to himself as he arranged the new toy to his liking and satisfaction. It occurred to him, not for the first time, that he was an incredibly lucky guy. Cris was fun. Smart, sexy, humorous... pretty damned perfect.
Rejoining Cris outside he smiled and handed over the little remote, leaning down to press his lips against Cris's forehead. "This is an evil idea, I just want you to know," he said. "Delicious. But evil."
Taking a bracing, fortifying breath Rowan looked up and around. "Well, where to first?" And did it really matter? He was pretty sure he was going to be headed in one direction - crazy.
Picturing the rafters in Cris's apartment Rowan had to agree that if there was a decent spot for a swing, Cris's home was it. The grin his partner shot him was both sexy and sweet at once and Rowan wondered how he was supposed to live through another round of teasing when he just wanted to pick Cris up and carry him back to Liefde.
He watched with interest as Cris added a few items to their impressive haul, laughing softly at the comment in his head. As they passed the purple restraint Rowan raised one eyebrow at his partner. "Actually - yes. It is purple. They are, I should say, since there are several."
Holding the bag while he waited for Cris Rowan leaned against the wall and sighed. [How long? Try, yesterday,] he answered the question. [Any rules here? Or anything goes? And I give it a store. Maaaaaaybe two. Before I pounce on you.] He wanted to know what tricks were in and what tricks were out, though. How dirty did they plan to get here to achieve their ends?
He exchanged places with Cris, passing the bag off to hm and taking his turn in the mens' room, chuckling to himself as he arranged the new toy to his liking and satisfaction. It occurred to him, not for the first time, that he was an incredibly lucky guy. Cris was fun. Smart, sexy, humorous... pretty damned perfect.
Rejoining Cris outside he smiled and handed over the little remote, leaning down to press his lips against Cris's forehead. "This is an evil idea, I just want you to know," he said. "Delicious. But evil."
Taking a bracing, fortifying breath Rowan looked up and around. "Well, where to first?" And did it really matter? He was pretty sure he was going to be headed in one direction - crazy.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian thought about whether or not there were rules. [Hmm, no glamour. I think my own pleasure will be plenty enough without adding yours to weaken my already stressed restraint. I can not send if you like...though that won't stop me from talking.]
Smiling up at Rowan, Cris accepted the kiss to the forehead, rubbing his cheek briefly against his lover's shoulder before stepping back and handing his remote to his partner.
Placing the one he had been given in return into the pocket of his jeans, Christian then reached out for his lover's hand. "I think we should stick to walking for the moment. I don't want to break my neck and I certainly don't want you to fall."
Towing his partner behind him, he pointed up ahead. "Look, another fine example of Swiss excellence." Cris smiled and pointed to the Lindt chocolate store. "Mind if we go in briefly? I'd like to get Aishe something. If she could live on chocolate I think she would."
He had not forgotten the little remote in his pocket. Christian felt that anticipation of the thing helped heighten the sensation of the actual event once it happened. He planned on letting his partner wait and wonder a little bit. He would be expecting it immediately anyway, and therefore would be prepared to resist it. This was perhaps another example of his caring but evil nature.
Smiling up at Rowan, Cris accepted the kiss to the forehead, rubbing his cheek briefly against his lover's shoulder before stepping back and handing his remote to his partner.
Placing the one he had been given in return into the pocket of his jeans, Christian then reached out for his lover's hand. "I think we should stick to walking for the moment. I don't want to break my neck and I certainly don't want you to fall."
Towing his partner behind him, he pointed up ahead. "Look, another fine example of Swiss excellence." Cris smiled and pointed to the Lindt chocolate store. "Mind if we go in briefly? I'd like to get Aishe something. If she could live on chocolate I think she would."
He had not forgotten the little remote in his pocket. Christian felt that anticipation of the thing helped heighten the sensation of the actual event once it happened. He planned on letting his partner wait and wonder a little bit. He would be expecting it immediately anyway, and therefore would be prepared to resist it. This was perhaps another example of his caring but evil nature.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan nodded; he'd assumed his glamour would be right out. It didn't mean he hadn't hoped Cris might forget to mention it. [Oh no,] he sent back. [By all means, send to me... I can return the favor as long as you do.]
He took Cris's hand and, like his partner, slid his own into the pocket of his faded blue jeans with the remote in it. "Good call," he said, relieved to know he wasn't going to have to try to skate along the strip while trying to cope with an evil lover with a remote control.
He looked at the store Cris indicated and nodded. "Of course, although I have all the Swiss excellence I need right here so I think I'm all set."
Rowan found he enjoyed learning about Aishe from Cris's point of view. Of course, Cris could have given a three day lecture on belly button lint and Rowan would have found it fascinating. Such was the nature of new relationships, although Rowan did not see any little warning flags that indicated that Cris's conversation was in any way lacking. They seemed to have plenty to talk about in and out of bed, which pleased Rowan to no extent.
It was obvious that Aishe was important to Cris, though, and Rowan looked forward to spending some more time with her, if for no other reason than that. He'd never turned anyone himself and he would admit to some curiosity as to how Cris had come to.
He pondered strategy as they entered the shop. He inhaled, smiling at the scent of rich chocolate and glancing at Cris, unable to hide a wicked smile as he remembered exactly what fun they had had with chocolate recently.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked innocently. "Is there something she likes in particular?"
One of the salespeople approached them and Rowan gestured to Cris, indicating that his partner was the one shopping, not him. As the saleswoman greeted them and turned to Cris, Rowan stepped away slightly. He didn't use the little remote. Not yet. He just wanted Cris to see him there, hand in pocket, wicked little smile in place. He waited until Cris opened his mouth to answer then moved his arm slightly, lifting his brows as if thinking about pressing the little button.
Anticipation could be a bitch. He was going to milk it for all he was worth and, given that he hadn't felt a thing so far, so was Cris.
He took Cris's hand and, like his partner, slid his own into the pocket of his faded blue jeans with the remote in it. "Good call," he said, relieved to know he wasn't going to have to try to skate along the strip while trying to cope with an evil lover with a remote control.
He looked at the store Cris indicated and nodded. "Of course, although I have all the Swiss excellence I need right here so I think I'm all set."
Rowan found he enjoyed learning about Aishe from Cris's point of view. Of course, Cris could have given a three day lecture on belly button lint and Rowan would have found it fascinating. Such was the nature of new relationships, although Rowan did not see any little warning flags that indicated that Cris's conversation was in any way lacking. They seemed to have plenty to talk about in and out of bed, which pleased Rowan to no extent.
It was obvious that Aishe was important to Cris, though, and Rowan looked forward to spending some more time with her, if for no other reason than that. He'd never turned anyone himself and he would admit to some curiosity as to how Cris had come to.
He pondered strategy as they entered the shop. He inhaled, smiling at the scent of rich chocolate and glancing at Cris, unable to hide a wicked smile as he remembered exactly what fun they had had with chocolate recently.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked innocently. "Is there something she likes in particular?"
One of the salespeople approached them and Rowan gestured to Cris, indicating that his partner was the one shopping, not him. As the saleswoman greeted them and turned to Cris, Rowan stepped away slightly. He didn't use the little remote. Not yet. He just wanted Cris to see him there, hand in pocket, wicked little smile in place. He waited until Cris opened his mouth to answer then moved his arm slightly, lifting his brows as if thinking about pressing the little button.
Anticipation could be a bitch. He was going to milk it for all he was worth and, given that he hadn't felt a thing so far, so was Cris.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian smiled up at Rowan, squeezing gently the hand in his when his partner announced that he had no need for any Swiss excellence other than himself.
As they stepped into the store, he looked around. Catching Rowan's wicked grin, Cris smiled in return. Answering his question, he said. "I'm not entirely certain but as we were discussing the chocolate the other day, she day say she liked milk chocolate better."
The saleswoman came up and asked him if he needed any help. Christian cast a quick glance at his companion noting that he had stepped away slightly, hand in his pocket. Cris opened his mouth to speak and shut it equally quickly, shaking his head instead.
"I'll look around a minute."
He narrowed his eyes at his partner and sent [Perhaps I am not the only evil one.] Quickly finding a variety of chocolate bars, some with filling, some without and a few of the round little truffles balls, just to be sure he covered everything, Christian made his way back up to the front. He smiled at the woman behind the counter. It would seem Rowan had the very same idea when it came to their torturous foreplay. Cris would definitely admit the anticipation was killing him just as much as the sensation would have.
While his attention and body was turned toward the cash register, he pressed the little button....several times. Hopefully the element of surprise would also achieve results.
She asked him if the chocolate was for someone and he gave her a nod, still expecting a press of the remote at any moment.
"She's very lucky then."
Cris gave her a smile, and returned to his partner, wondering if the woman hadn't noticed his hand clasped in Rowan's when they walked into the store. No doubt she made the same light conversation with feigned interest to most of the people who came into the place and hadn't really been paying attention enough to realize that she might need to change her routine.
Wrapping his arm around his lover's waist, Cris looked up at him and smiled tenderly, his hand resting temptingly low on one hip, almost but not quite resting upon the curve of one cheek. He squeezed slightly, giving Rowan a one armed hug before moving away to open the door. Once they were outside again, he turned the remote back off.
"Where to next?"
As they stepped into the store, he looked around. Catching Rowan's wicked grin, Cris smiled in return. Answering his question, he said. "I'm not entirely certain but as we were discussing the chocolate the other day, she day say she liked milk chocolate better."
The saleswoman came up and asked him if he needed any help. Christian cast a quick glance at his companion noting that he had stepped away slightly, hand in his pocket. Cris opened his mouth to speak and shut it equally quickly, shaking his head instead.
"I'll look around a minute."
He narrowed his eyes at his partner and sent [Perhaps I am not the only evil one.] Quickly finding a variety of chocolate bars, some with filling, some without and a few of the round little truffles balls, just to be sure he covered everything, Christian made his way back up to the front. He smiled at the woman behind the counter. It would seem Rowan had the very same idea when it came to their torturous foreplay. Cris would definitely admit the anticipation was killing him just as much as the sensation would have.
While his attention and body was turned toward the cash register, he pressed the little button....several times. Hopefully the element of surprise would also achieve results.
She asked him if the chocolate was for someone and he gave her a nod, still expecting a press of the remote at any moment.
"She's very lucky then."
Cris gave her a smile, and returned to his partner, wondering if the woman hadn't noticed his hand clasped in Rowan's when they walked into the store. No doubt she made the same light conversation with feigned interest to most of the people who came into the place and hadn't really been paying attention enough to realize that she might need to change her routine.
Wrapping his arm around his lover's waist, Cris looked up at him and smiled tenderly, his hand resting temptingly low on one hip, almost but not quite resting upon the curve of one cheek. He squeezed slightly, giving Rowan a one armed hug before moving away to open the door. Once they were outside again, he turned the remote back off.
"Where to next?"
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan noted Cris's reaction to his psychological warfare and smirked a little as Cris practically ran from any conversation with the saleswoman. He went so far as to remove his hand from his pocket as they shopped around; he didn't want Cris dropping anything he planned to purchase.
When Cris went to pay for his selections Rowan remained where he was, looking at an elaborate display of truffles. He had just reached out to pick up a bag when without warning the sensation of the little vibrator shot through him, making him jump a little. And it didn't stop at once. Rowan dropped the truffle bag into the display, knocking several more over but fortunately, not ruining the display.
"Sorry!" he exclaimed as the cashier looked up. Rowan gathered up the truffle bags, laughing as he did, shooting a glance at Cris that promised retaliation.
As he finished fixing the display Cris rejoined him and Rowan slid into his lover's embrace, still laughing softly. He slung his arm around Cris's shoulders, leaned down, kissed him, and let him go as they headed out the door.
Back on the strip Rowan looked around. Spying the sort of place he was looking for he tugged Cris along into the smoothie shop on the corner. Fortunately the line wasn't long. With his hands on Cris's shoulders Rowan guided Cris in front of him. "You first. I insist."
No more nice pirate. He was ready to go on the remote as soon as Cris opened his mouth.
When Cris went to pay for his selections Rowan remained where he was, looking at an elaborate display of truffles. He had just reached out to pick up a bag when without warning the sensation of the little vibrator shot through him, making him jump a little. And it didn't stop at once. Rowan dropped the truffle bag into the display, knocking several more over but fortunately, not ruining the display.
"Sorry!" he exclaimed as the cashier looked up. Rowan gathered up the truffle bags, laughing as he did, shooting a glance at Cris that promised retaliation.
As he finished fixing the display Cris rejoined him and Rowan slid into his lover's embrace, still laughing softly. He slung his arm around Cris's shoulders, leaned down, kissed him, and let him go as they headed out the door.
Back on the strip Rowan looked around. Spying the sort of place he was looking for he tugged Cris along into the smoothie shop on the corner. Fortunately the line wasn't long. With his hands on Cris's shoulders Rowan guided Cris in front of him. "You first. I insist."
No more nice pirate. He was ready to go on the remote as soon as Cris opened his mouth.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris heard the sound of the little bag dropping behind him and Rowan's apology as the woman looked over at him. He smiled to himself but carefully removed all traces of the expression when he turned around and went to his partner. The look he received did not bode well for his continued calm.
Once outside, he was curious where Rowan was leading them and was surprised to find them heading to a smoothie shop. Christian perused the menu quickly, still expecting his lover to use the remote at any moment. Rowan pushed him forward, insisting that Cris go first.
"A small peach smoothie, plea...se." Christian gripped the counter hard and gritted his teeth as his loving partner chose this particular time to hit the remote, pushing it quickly up to its third setting out of five. [Do you enjoy hearing me stutter?] Rowan had turned the vibrator back off after five seconds of complete distraction. It was only then that he realized the man behind the counter had asked him to pay for his drink. Christian handed the money over wordlessly, lest his partner get any more ideas. [Wouldn't it be much better if I was gasping out your name?]He carefully took the Styrofoam cup that was offered him and hoped he would not crush the delicate container when next his companion decided to be evil.
Stepping back, he watched Rowan with a slight smile. [This Swiss is going Dutch tonight.] After his lover's revenge Christian felt that there was no reason to allow Rowan to cut his interaction short by paying for both drinks. He waited until Rowan had fully gotten out his order before returning the third setting favor. Perching carefully on a seat in one of the booths while he waited, Cris sent. [Though perhaps I would prefer hearing you moan mine.]
Once outside, he was curious where Rowan was leading them and was surprised to find them heading to a smoothie shop. Christian perused the menu quickly, still expecting his lover to use the remote at any moment. Rowan pushed him forward, insisting that Cris go first.
"A small peach smoothie, plea...se." Christian gripped the counter hard and gritted his teeth as his loving partner chose this particular time to hit the remote, pushing it quickly up to its third setting out of five. [Do you enjoy hearing me stutter?] Rowan had turned the vibrator back off after five seconds of complete distraction. It was only then that he realized the man behind the counter had asked him to pay for his drink. Christian handed the money over wordlessly, lest his partner get any more ideas. [Wouldn't it be much better if I was gasping out your name?]He carefully took the Styrofoam cup that was offered him and hoped he would not crush the delicate container when next his companion decided to be evil.
Stepping back, he watched Rowan with a slight smile. [This Swiss is going Dutch tonight.] After his lover's revenge Christian felt that there was no reason to allow Rowan to cut his interaction short by paying for both drinks. He waited until Rowan had fully gotten out his order before returning the third setting favor. Perching carefully on a seat in one of the booths while he waited, Cris sent. [Though perhaps I would prefer hearing you moan mine.]
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan maintained his poker face while Cris placed his order. In his defense he had, at least, waited until Cris was mostly done before hitting the button on the remote. [I enjoy hearing you turned on, however it happens to manifest itself,] he sent back easily. [And it would be wonderful to hear you gasping my name. Whenever you're ready.]
His own order was brief, since he wasn't sure when retaliation would happen or where. "Same, please." Rowan's cleverness was short-lived; Cris hit the button as he was handing his card over to the cashier, resulting in a brief tug-of-war when Rowan couldn't get his fingers to let go of it. He offered the cashier a pained smile of apology and tried to mask his brief panting.
As he waited for his drink he turned to Cris with a soft, mischievous smile. He flicked the button on the remote to a setting lower and pressed the button several times repeatedly, as Cris had done to him previously. [It's so hard to moan your name while I've got your cock in my mouth, but I'll sure try,] he sent as he crossed the store to the booth Cris was in.
"Stay, or go?" he asked softly. While staying was appealing on account of having a table to hide beneath, they could hardly remain indefinitely. Rowan was already having thoughts of finding someplace dark, quiet, and private for them to work out their frustrations. There had to be someplace reasonably close... the longer this went on, the shorter the distance he was willing to walk before they found someplace became. Already he was experiencing some serious tunnel vision when he looked at his partner.
His own order was brief, since he wasn't sure when retaliation would happen or where. "Same, please." Rowan's cleverness was short-lived; Cris hit the button as he was handing his card over to the cashier, resulting in a brief tug-of-war when Rowan couldn't get his fingers to let go of it. He offered the cashier a pained smile of apology and tried to mask his brief panting.
As he waited for his drink he turned to Cris with a soft, mischievous smile. He flicked the button on the remote to a setting lower and pressed the button several times repeatedly, as Cris had done to him previously. [It's so hard to moan your name while I've got your cock in my mouth, but I'll sure try,] he sent as he crossed the store to the booth Cris was in.
"Stay, or go?" he asked softly. While staying was appealing on account of having a table to hide beneath, they could hardly remain indefinitely. Rowan was already having thoughts of finding someplace dark, quiet, and private for them to work out their frustrations. There had to be someplace reasonably close... the longer this went on, the shorter the distance he was willing to walk before they found someplace became. Already he was experiencing some serious tunnel vision when he looked at his partner.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris watched Rowan's interaction with the clerk with pleased satisfaction. As his lover turned around and gave him that wicked little smirk that promised so much, his heart skipped a beat. The return of vibrations in other places only served to enhance what Rowan's knowing smile and erotic words were accomplishing with far better results. Cris barely kept the moan from becoming audible but he sent it ,low and lust filled, to his lover for his enjoyment. Briefly, he regarded Rowan with all the naked desire that he felt, tracking his partner's movements across the room like a predator ready to devourer his seductive prey.
Masking it once more, Christian favored his companion with a small pleasant smile. He stood and picked up his drink, answering Rowan as he headed for the door.
"Go." He turned and looked over his shoulder, the barest hint of his own grin curling up the corners of his mouth. "We've got more shopping to do."
Once outside, Cris looked around for the next place to go. They were getting closer to the marina and the shops were becoming more focused toward the tourists that came to visit Nachton. He did see something that interested him though. Taking hold of his partner's hand, he headed further down the street to a large souvenir shop. He didn't go inside, instead Cris came to stand next to the small curtained booth that sat outside.
Leaning against it, he grabbed two hand fulls of Rowan's shirt, and pulled his partner tight against him. Tilting his head up, he smiled ruefully. "We haven't been out but a few hours and all I can think of is taking you home and tossing you down on the bed." Christian shook his head, running his arms around his lover's back and then sliding them downward, cupping Rowan's ass, he pressed his partner firmly against him, his arousal evidence that his words were very true.
"How about a memento of our 'first' date, first though, hmm?" He glanced behind him at the photo booth and then back at his companion.
Masking it once more, Christian favored his companion with a small pleasant smile. He stood and picked up his drink, answering Rowan as he headed for the door.
"Go." He turned and looked over his shoulder, the barest hint of his own grin curling up the corners of his mouth. "We've got more shopping to do."
Once outside, Cris looked around for the next place to go. They were getting closer to the marina and the shops were becoming more focused toward the tourists that came to visit Nachton. He did see something that interested him though. Taking hold of his partner's hand, he headed further down the street to a large souvenir shop. He didn't go inside, instead Cris came to stand next to the small curtained booth that sat outside.
Leaning against it, he grabbed two hand fulls of Rowan's shirt, and pulled his partner tight against him. Tilting his head up, he smiled ruefully. "We haven't been out but a few hours and all I can think of is taking you home and tossing you down on the bed." Christian shook his head, running his arms around his lover's back and then sliding them downward, cupping Rowan's ass, he pressed his partner firmly against him, his arousal evidence that his words were very true.
"How about a memento of our 'first' date, first though, hmm?" He glanced behind him at the photo booth and then back at his companion.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan closed his eyes and savored the sound of Christian's soft moan. Opening them to cross to his lover he enjoyed equally the look on Cris's face. He felt hunted. He loved it.
With his drink in one hand and his lover's hand in the other, there was no room for further mischief as they continued to walk. That was fine with Rowan; as it turned out, while the toys were hilarious, fun, and pleasantly frustrating, the biggest distraction he had was Cris himself.
Even if the shops hadn't gotten more tourist oriented the salt-laden air would have told them they were approaching the sea. Rowan's steps picked up as they went closer. He loved the sea. He had yet to visit the marina since coming to Nachton and he was happy to be here for the first time with Cris.
It was Rowan's turn to moan next, as Cris fisted his hands into his shirt and pulled him close. He shuddered with the sensation of Cris's body against his, hard and wanting to match Rowan's similar state. He laughed softly at Cris's words, which so closely echoed his own thoughts.
"We don't need to go home," he said, bending down to capture Cris's mouth for a deep, tantalizing kiss. At the same time, his hand freed again, he pressed the little button once more and sent a gentle wave of hopefully pleasant vibration to his partner.
He lifted his head and turned toward the harbor, the sea breeze riffling his hair comfortably. "We have a nice private room waiting for us." He grinned back at Cris.
"Pictures first," he murmured, bending close again to Cris's ear, taking the lobe softly between his teeth and touching it softly with his tongue. "Then come with me and let me introduce you to one of my ladies."
Of course, to play in the photo booth he'd have to stop necking with his partner out in front of a souvenir shop. It was harder than it sounded.
With his drink in one hand and his lover's hand in the other, there was no room for further mischief as they continued to walk. That was fine with Rowan; as it turned out, while the toys were hilarious, fun, and pleasantly frustrating, the biggest distraction he had was Cris himself.
Even if the shops hadn't gotten more tourist oriented the salt-laden air would have told them they were approaching the sea. Rowan's steps picked up as they went closer. He loved the sea. He had yet to visit the marina since coming to Nachton and he was happy to be here for the first time with Cris.
It was Rowan's turn to moan next, as Cris fisted his hands into his shirt and pulled him close. He shuddered with the sensation of Cris's body against his, hard and wanting to match Rowan's similar state. He laughed softly at Cris's words, which so closely echoed his own thoughts.
"We don't need to go home," he said, bending down to capture Cris's mouth for a deep, tantalizing kiss. At the same time, his hand freed again, he pressed the little button once more and sent a gentle wave of hopefully pleasant vibration to his partner.
He lifted his head and turned toward the harbor, the sea breeze riffling his hair comfortably. "We have a nice private room waiting for us." He grinned back at Cris.
"Pictures first," he murmured, bending close again to Cris's ear, taking the lobe softly between his teeth and touching it softly with his tongue. "Then come with me and let me introduce you to one of my ladies."
Of course, to play in the photo booth he'd have to stop necking with his partner out in front of a souvenir shop. It was harder than it sounded.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris moaned softly against Rowan's lips, his hands tightening their grip on his partner's ass. [That's good because I'm not sure we're going to make it there.]
He looked in the direction of his lover's gaze and remembered that Rowan had said that he wanted to check on his boats. Somehow it had escaped his attention even though he had remembered it earlier in the evening and had started them out off the subway headed in the right direction. Cris silently blamed Rowan for being a sexy, walking, talking distraction.
Raising an eyebrow, he asked. "Should I be jealous? It sounds as though you have a small harem."
Christian pulled Rowan into the booth and then sat down sideways on his partner's lap, playing with the small computer screen and exploring the listed options. Behind them there was a protective front over a variety of backgrounds set on a roller so that they can be changed with the touch of a button. Their choices included a view of the Nachton skyline at night, a scene of the marina on a bright summer day, a row of historical buildings in the old city center, and even one, oddly enough, of the Holy Oaks Cemetery.
Turning around to face the front, he wrapped his arm around Rowan's shoulders. Cris leaned forward and pressed the button. "Smile."
After a few minutes they were once more back outside the booth waiting for their pictures to be developed. Wrapping his arms around Rowan's waist, Christian leaned his head against his companion with a happy sigh.
A beep and the machine whirring heralded the sound of their photos arriving. Retrieving the two strips, he smiled and handed one to his partner. The first picture looked normal enough, both of their smiling faces leaned close together. The second one showed Rowan in his lap, his companion's arms wrapped around his neck. The third revealed their surprised expressions when the small wobbly stool tilted them both backward; one of Cris's hands was captured in the shot as he had desperately reached for the edge of a wall to stop their descent into the floor. It did not show his partner's long legs in the air outside the booth but he couldn't help but smile remembering. The fourth was of a passionate kiss. Cris stared at it, stunned by the look of bliss on his own face. Was that what he looked like when he was looking at Rowan? He smiled up at his partner and held up his photos. "Perfect."
Taking Rowan's hand again, he turned in the direction of the Marina. "Now shall we go find this boat before we are arrested for public indecency?"
He looked in the direction of his lover's gaze and remembered that Rowan had said that he wanted to check on his boats. Somehow it had escaped his attention even though he had remembered it earlier in the evening and had started them out off the subway headed in the right direction. Cris silently blamed Rowan for being a sexy, walking, talking distraction.
Raising an eyebrow, he asked. "Should I be jealous? It sounds as though you have a small harem."
Christian pulled Rowan into the booth and then sat down sideways on his partner's lap, playing with the small computer screen and exploring the listed options. Behind them there was a protective front over a variety of backgrounds set on a roller so that they can be changed with the touch of a button. Their choices included a view of the Nachton skyline at night, a scene of the marina on a bright summer day, a row of historical buildings in the old city center, and even one, oddly enough, of the Holy Oaks Cemetery.
Turning around to face the front, he wrapped his arm around Rowan's shoulders. Cris leaned forward and pressed the button. "Smile."
After a few minutes they were once more back outside the booth waiting for their pictures to be developed. Wrapping his arms around Rowan's waist, Christian leaned his head against his companion with a happy sigh.
A beep and the machine whirring heralded the sound of their photos arriving. Retrieving the two strips, he smiled and handed one to his partner. The first picture looked normal enough, both of their smiling faces leaned close together. The second one showed Rowan in his lap, his companion's arms wrapped around his neck. The third revealed their surprised expressions when the small wobbly stool tilted them both backward; one of Cris's hands was captured in the shot as he had desperately reached for the edge of a wall to stop their descent into the floor. It did not show his partner's long legs in the air outside the booth but he couldn't help but smile remembering. The fourth was of a passionate kiss. Cris stared at it, stunned by the look of bliss on his own face. Was that what he looked like when he was looking at Rowan? He smiled up at his partner and held up his photos. "Perfect."
Taking Rowan's hand again, he turned in the direction of the Marina. "Now shall we go find this boat before we are arrested for public indecency?"