It was fortunate that Cris didn't mind a little public display of affection; indeed, he had begun this one. Rowan had a very hard time letting go of him as expected. How did this happen like this? Quickly, forcefully? Not that he was fighting it. He loved it.
He grinned at Cris. "No need for jealousy. It's a very small harem and I have a feeling they'll be just as welcoming to you as they can be."
When they entered the photo booth Rowan wrapped his arms around Cris's waist, loving his closeness. They started off silly and very nearly ended that way too. Each position was funnier than the last. Sharing the humor was the most memorable experience; Rowan enjoyed laughing over all things and to do so with Cris, to see his partner enjoying their time together as much as he was, was heart warming.
Once more outside the booth with Cris leaning against him, Rowan grinned at the pictures they had taken. "These need to be framed."
When Cris held his pictures up and pronounced them perfect, Rowan was looking not at them, but at Cris. He couldn't help but agree so he did, smiling, nodding, and pulling Cris close once more. It was fortunate they were where they were... having pulled Cris close after such teasing and distraction, he could not, would not, let go.
He tugged Cris along with him, nodding. "Let's. Because I am about to get publicly indecent."
His boat had been brought over by one of Henri's familiars, Rowan not having any at the moment. He hadn't yet delivered both of Rowan's boats; only one was here. He pointed it out as they walked down the pier; it was by far the largest boat docked in that area. He quickened his step; it was good to see his boat, and it would be excellent to have a private place to be with Cris.
"There she is," he said as they approached. "The Buccaneer."
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
12 years ago
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian smiled at Rowan when he commented on the pictures needing to be framed. Perhaps he would scan them into the computer and print out a version to frame or place in their new journal. These he wanted to carry with him. It was sentimental but they were both busy men; it would be nice to be able to take them out to glance at from time to time while Rowan was away.
It was easy enough to spot the one that Rowan meant; it was the largest one docked. Chuckling at the subtle name on the very large boat, Cris followed Rowan on board. "This isn't a boat. This is a ship! Its larger than my apartment." And it was. He followed his companion on a guided tour, looking around in wonderment at the comfortable furnishings and modern conveniences laid out to maximize space. Anything a person could wish for seemed to be on board. There was, Cris did not fail to note, a hot tub out on the deck and inside there seemed to be cozy nooks every where.
"I think I'm going to tell Alfarinn I retire and wish to take up the life of a pirate." He smiled at his partner. "I don't remember ships being this inviting the last time I was on one."
It was no wonder that Rowan was in no hurry to unpack his apartment. The small space was nothing compared to this and it didn't have a spectacular view of the harbor. Christian almost felt silly for offering his place as somewhere to stay. If it hadn't been for the fact that his partner had obviously been sleeping on an air mattress in his apartment then Cris probably would have. All he could figure was that the Towers were convenient to work; otherwise this was far more comfortable.
"So where to now, Captain?"
It was easy enough to spot the one that Rowan meant; it was the largest one docked. Chuckling at the subtle name on the very large boat, Cris followed Rowan on board. "This isn't a boat. This is a ship! Its larger than my apartment." And it was. He followed his companion on a guided tour, looking around in wonderment at the comfortable furnishings and modern conveniences laid out to maximize space. Anything a person could wish for seemed to be on board. There was, Cris did not fail to note, a hot tub out on the deck and inside there seemed to be cozy nooks every where.
"I think I'm going to tell Alfarinn I retire and wish to take up the life of a pirate." He smiled at his partner. "I don't remember ships being this inviting the last time I was on one."
It was no wonder that Rowan was in no hurry to unpack his apartment. The small space was nothing compared to this and it didn't have a spectacular view of the harbor. Christian almost felt silly for offering his place as somewhere to stay. If it hadn't been for the fact that his partner had obviously been sleeping on an air mattress in his apartment then Cris probably would have. All he could figure was that the Towers were convenient to work; otherwise this was far more comfortable.
"So where to now, Captain?"
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan smiled and watched Cris's expression as he took in the features of the catamaran. It wasn't as huge as all that; it was a cruising yacht meant for six or eight people, comfortably, although it could sleep more if necessary. Rowan had never had that many on it at once.
"It might be," he mused at the size comparison, "but your apartment is a home." He smiled at his lover. "This is comfortable, but it's still just a means to get from point A to point B."
A ship was a ship. Rowan wouldn't claim he hadn't strived to inculde every single modern comfort he could but in the end it was just a boat. A wonderful boat. But a boat. He suspected he might actually be able to live here comfortably if it weren't for the lack of company. Rowan liked having people around. Friends, neighbors, other life forms. Sailing alone was fine but it meant he made frequent stops not only to be safe, but just to experience the company.
When Cris said he was going to retire Rowan laughed and slid his arms around his lover's narrow waist. "Most people retire from piracy, not to it," he said. "And it would depend on when the last time you were on a ship was."
He drew Cris over to the large bay window in the living area and stood behind him, embracing him, looking out across the harbor at the twinkling lights on the other boats and the nearby buildings. "I spent enough time on dirty vessels," he explained. "Rats, roaches, mildew, sand in places I didn't know I could get sand. Not to mention the crewmembers. Some of them, at any rate... blech."
He shrugged, knowing Cris could feel the gesture. "I do have a historical ship. It seemed wrong not to. She stays docked though; I've loaned her out to a maritime museum and now she's boarded by tourists and that's about it."
Leaning down he brushed his lips against the nape of Cris's neck, breathing softly, following the line down his shoulder. "It seemed a shame not to indulge in all of the luxuries available on today's ships."
Sliding his hands down to Cris's hips Rowan held him tightly against him and answered his question. "Wherever you like. This is the good thing. It might not be a home, but it makes a hell of a nice temporary one."
He knew he was deliberately misinterpreting Cris's question but he'd wanted to ask anyhow, and this was a good time. "Will you sail with me sometime? A week or two; we can make a vacation out of it, assuming Alfarinn declines your resignation. It would be nice to be out on the open sea with no one but you there."
Rowan smiled against Cris's neck. He would refuse to let Cris leave too, if it were up to him.
"It might be," he mused at the size comparison, "but your apartment is a home." He smiled at his lover. "This is comfortable, but it's still just a means to get from point A to point B."
A ship was a ship. Rowan wouldn't claim he hadn't strived to inculde every single modern comfort he could but in the end it was just a boat. A wonderful boat. But a boat. He suspected he might actually be able to live here comfortably if it weren't for the lack of company. Rowan liked having people around. Friends, neighbors, other life forms. Sailing alone was fine but it meant he made frequent stops not only to be safe, but just to experience the company.
When Cris said he was going to retire Rowan laughed and slid his arms around his lover's narrow waist. "Most people retire from piracy, not to it," he said. "And it would depend on when the last time you were on a ship was."
He drew Cris over to the large bay window in the living area and stood behind him, embracing him, looking out across the harbor at the twinkling lights on the other boats and the nearby buildings. "I spent enough time on dirty vessels," he explained. "Rats, roaches, mildew, sand in places I didn't know I could get sand. Not to mention the crewmembers. Some of them, at any rate... blech."
He shrugged, knowing Cris could feel the gesture. "I do have a historical ship. It seemed wrong not to. She stays docked though; I've loaned her out to a maritime museum and now she's boarded by tourists and that's about it."
Leaning down he brushed his lips against the nape of Cris's neck, breathing softly, following the line down his shoulder. "It seemed a shame not to indulge in all of the luxuries available on today's ships."
Sliding his hands down to Cris's hips Rowan held him tightly against him and answered his question. "Wherever you like. This is the good thing. It might not be a home, but it makes a hell of a nice temporary one."
He knew he was deliberately misinterpreting Cris's question but he'd wanted to ask anyhow, and this was a good time. "Will you sail with me sometime? A week or two; we can make a vacation out of it, assuming Alfarinn declines your resignation. It would be nice to be out on the open sea with no one but you there."
Rowan smiled against Cris's neck. He would refuse to let Cris leave too, if it were up to him.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian was not sure how this wouldn't be a home also but apparently Rowan didn't see it the same way. He saw great appeal to being able pick up and move locations. Got a problem with the neighbors...not anymore! The changing scenery and solitude when you wanted it also sounded wonderful. Of course, his own home had both and he still went out to be among people when he wanted to relax so perhaps he could understand the appeal of the Towers after all.
"I am glad you think so, otherwise I'd have to come down here to find you and its much nicer to be able to just roll over."
Cris leaned back comfortably against his lover, placing his hands over the arms that held him as they both looked out at the harbor. "I was on a ship just a year ago. However, it was a freight vessel. Long story short, it was the first ship headed to where we wanted to go. Word to the wise, don't let Alfarinn book your accommodations when he's on a mission." Christian chuckled softly, it hadn't been the most terrible trip he had ever taken. He was old enough to remember much longer voyages on boats exactly like his companion described.
"You are a braver vampire than I, or insane." Cris looked up at his partner. "I was always quite relieved to get back off a ship again after making a trip. The idea of being lost as sea with a...limited number of people and potentially making them sick or not having enough to eat or being found out because of it , or a fire with no where to escape to, and less places to hide from daylight,or wrecking and surviving only to starve to death on some deserted island... no thank you."
He found it interesting that Rowan had a tall ship, from the sounds of it, and loaned it out to be visited by tourists. "I'd love to see it some time. Does it have any special meaning to you, a replica or simply built as a historical ship?"
Christian smiled and turned his cheek to rub it softly against Rowan's shoulder. "I would love to sail with you. It sounds absolutely wonderful." He snorted softly about the elder letting him retire. "I'll just tell that to Alfarinn first so that when he faints dead away from the shock of my asking for vacation time I then won't need to tell him about my career move."
Turning in his lover's arms, Cris smiled up at Rowan. "Speaking of moving." He pushed the first setting on the remote and then wrapped his arms around his lover. "Decide where we're going otherwise I will accost you here." To make his point, he started unbuttoning Rowan's shirt, placing kisses on the skin he exposed.
"I am glad you think so, otherwise I'd have to come down here to find you and its much nicer to be able to just roll over."
Cris leaned back comfortably against his lover, placing his hands over the arms that held him as they both looked out at the harbor. "I was on a ship just a year ago. However, it was a freight vessel. Long story short, it was the first ship headed to where we wanted to go. Word to the wise, don't let Alfarinn book your accommodations when he's on a mission." Christian chuckled softly, it hadn't been the most terrible trip he had ever taken. He was old enough to remember much longer voyages on boats exactly like his companion described.
"You are a braver vampire than I, or insane." Cris looked up at his partner. "I was always quite relieved to get back off a ship again after making a trip. The idea of being lost as sea with a...limited number of people and potentially making them sick or not having enough to eat or being found out because of it , or a fire with no where to escape to, and less places to hide from daylight,or wrecking and surviving only to starve to death on some deserted island... no thank you."
He found it interesting that Rowan had a tall ship, from the sounds of it, and loaned it out to be visited by tourists. "I'd love to see it some time. Does it have any special meaning to you, a replica or simply built as a historical ship?"
Christian smiled and turned his cheek to rub it softly against Rowan's shoulder. "I would love to sail with you. It sounds absolutely wonderful." He snorted softly about the elder letting him retire. "I'll just tell that to Alfarinn first so that when he faints dead away from the shock of my asking for vacation time I then won't need to tell him about my career move."
Turning in his lover's arms, Cris smiled up at Rowan. "Speaking of moving." He pushed the first setting on the remote and then wrapped his arms around his lover. "Decide where we're going otherwise I will accost you here." To make his point, he started unbuttoning Rowan's shirt, placing kisses on the skin he exposed.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan smiled, glad that Cris didn't seem to have changed his mind about Rowan staying with him. He had to admit he didn't mind staying on his ship. Boats were a home away from home for Rowan. He'd spent so much time aboard them he was perfectly comfortable on his own but maybe that was why he had a greater appreciation for a landbound dwelling, too. "I could always stay here," he said, feeling impolite if he didn't make that offer, "but I have to agree. Rolling over is much easier. Or just opening my eyes."
He listened solemnly to Cris's description of traveling with Alfarinn, trying not to feel concern for what was obviously a harrowing experience, it seemed, given what bits and pieces Cris had told him of this mission. "Well hopefully freight vessels won't be required. I'm here, and I have plenty of experience getting people where they need to go, on or off the radar."
Evenhet was Rowan's family. He didn't hesitate to offer any of his skills to his Clan, regardless of which side of the law they fell on. If Cris, or by extension, Alfarinn, could use his abilities, he was happy to be of service.
When Cris looked up at him Rowan couldn't resist kissing him again, making a slow journey from his jaw down his neck. He nodded against the fair skin as Cris pondered everything that could go wrong for a vampire on a ship. "All that," he agreed, lifting his head, "and more. It was a little bit of a misadventure that landed me on a ship to begin with. But when you have the gifts I do it's not hard to ensure your safety, at least from your other crewmembers."
He used the term 'gifts' a little sarcastically. Cris knew how he felt about some of them. Granted, at the time he'd loved being able to do what he could and frankly, those gifts had saved his ass on more than a handful of occasions. Between his ability to glamour and his suggestion, there hadn't been anyone on board who wasn't willing to give him what he needed or put up with his unusual habits.
"I had other skills, too, that made my presence on board worth putting up with."
Cris didn't know the extent to which he could create forgeries; at least Rowan didn't think so. His skills in that area went far beyond the illegitimate signature here and there. It was another thing he needed to disclose to his lover at some point. It had come in useful on many occasions in the past and might do so again. That was a conversation for another night though. For now he smiled at the thought of his 'tourist' ship.
"The 'Privateer,'" he said, supplying the name of his third ship, "was the las ship I ever sailed on as a member of the crew. After I left I kept tabs on her and when the crew were eventually taken in I purchased the ship. Nostalgia, I guess. I kept her in shape but I never had a crew to sail her for any reason. So finally I loaned her out, and there she's been ever since."
He held Cris tightly when he agreed to a trip; his heart leaped happily and he began to plan. A list of destinations sprang to mind, all places he could see himself going with a companion, places he hoped Cris would enjoy being. "I like that plan," he said with a grin. "It's appropriately piratical. Maybe this is a good career move for you after all. You can leave him a post-it note for when he wakes up." Rowan laughed softly. "Is there anyplace in particular you'd like to go, or do I get to whisk you off to an undisclosed location?"
He liked the sound of that. What's more, he liked the feel of it when Cris turned around and wrapped his arms around Rowan, accompanied by a wave of pleasant, gentle sensation from the little toy he'd nearly forgotten about. His knees threatened to buckle and he closed his eyes, gasping softly. "You win," he said with a smile, taking Cris's hands in his, gently pulling them away from his shirt, and lowering his lips to his partner's. "You can accost me anywhere you like, but my bedroom is this way."
He led Cris through the main deck, toward the fore. The ship's plan had originally had two separate cabins up here with the largest suite down on the lower level but Rowan had altered the plans before his purchase to turn those two upper cabins into one large one. By maritime standards it was huge. Plenty of room for them both to move around, and Rowan enjoyed that his cabin was on the same level as the living areas.
He drew Cris inside, led him to the large bed, and sat, pulling his partner close and once more replacing his hands where they'd been interrupted, on the buttons of his shirt. Winding his arms around Cris's waist he hugged him close briefly, listening to the slow beat of his heart for a moment before pulling back again.
"Now that we're appropriately hidden from any prying nautical eyes," he said, smiling in anticipation, "please... accost away."
He listened solemnly to Cris's description of traveling with Alfarinn, trying not to feel concern for what was obviously a harrowing experience, it seemed, given what bits and pieces Cris had told him of this mission. "Well hopefully freight vessels won't be required. I'm here, and I have plenty of experience getting people where they need to go, on or off the radar."
Evenhet was Rowan's family. He didn't hesitate to offer any of his skills to his Clan, regardless of which side of the law they fell on. If Cris, or by extension, Alfarinn, could use his abilities, he was happy to be of service.
When Cris looked up at him Rowan couldn't resist kissing him again, making a slow journey from his jaw down his neck. He nodded against the fair skin as Cris pondered everything that could go wrong for a vampire on a ship. "All that," he agreed, lifting his head, "and more. It was a little bit of a misadventure that landed me on a ship to begin with. But when you have the gifts I do it's not hard to ensure your safety, at least from your other crewmembers."
He used the term 'gifts' a little sarcastically. Cris knew how he felt about some of them. Granted, at the time he'd loved being able to do what he could and frankly, those gifts had saved his ass on more than a handful of occasions. Between his ability to glamour and his suggestion, there hadn't been anyone on board who wasn't willing to give him what he needed or put up with his unusual habits.
"I had other skills, too, that made my presence on board worth putting up with."
Cris didn't know the extent to which he could create forgeries; at least Rowan didn't think so. His skills in that area went far beyond the illegitimate signature here and there. It was another thing he needed to disclose to his lover at some point. It had come in useful on many occasions in the past and might do so again. That was a conversation for another night though. For now he smiled at the thought of his 'tourist' ship.
"The 'Privateer,'" he said, supplying the name of his third ship, "was the las ship I ever sailed on as a member of the crew. After I left I kept tabs on her and when the crew were eventually taken in I purchased the ship. Nostalgia, I guess. I kept her in shape but I never had a crew to sail her for any reason. So finally I loaned her out, and there she's been ever since."
He held Cris tightly when he agreed to a trip; his heart leaped happily and he began to plan. A list of destinations sprang to mind, all places he could see himself going with a companion, places he hoped Cris would enjoy being. "I like that plan," he said with a grin. "It's appropriately piratical. Maybe this is a good career move for you after all. You can leave him a post-it note for when he wakes up." Rowan laughed softly. "Is there anyplace in particular you'd like to go, or do I get to whisk you off to an undisclosed location?"
He liked the sound of that. What's more, he liked the feel of it when Cris turned around and wrapped his arms around Rowan, accompanied by a wave of pleasant, gentle sensation from the little toy he'd nearly forgotten about. His knees threatened to buckle and he closed his eyes, gasping softly. "You win," he said with a smile, taking Cris's hands in his, gently pulling them away from his shirt, and lowering his lips to his partner's. "You can accost me anywhere you like, but my bedroom is this way."
He led Cris through the main deck, toward the fore. The ship's plan had originally had two separate cabins up here with the largest suite down on the lower level but Rowan had altered the plans before his purchase to turn those two upper cabins into one large one. By maritime standards it was huge. Plenty of room for them both to move around, and Rowan enjoyed that his cabin was on the same level as the living areas.
He drew Cris inside, led him to the large bed, and sat, pulling his partner close and once more replacing his hands where they'd been interrupted, on the buttons of his shirt. Winding his arms around Cris's waist he hugged him close briefly, listening to the slow beat of his heart for a moment before pulling back again.
"Now that we're appropriately hidden from any prying nautical eyes," he said, smiling in anticipation, "please... accost away."
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Rowan did have a good point about his abilities; they were more socially oriented than his own for certain. Christian thought his own talents seemed to be aimed toward guarding against people more than anything else. He wondered what that said about him.
He raised his eyebrows in question to his partner when he mentioned there were other skills that were useful to the people on board the ship. "Were you a doctor then as well?" Those were quite prized on board any sea going vessel that took long trips and pirate vessels, if the people on board were well known by sight, even more so.
The fact that Rowan had sailed on the ship that he still owned and that it was not just a replica of a historical vessel made it even more interesting to see. It was a tangible piece of his lover's past and he was sure there were stories that went along with it. He would feel very honored to get the guided tour by the owner, complete with personal anecdotes.
Christian laughed at the idea of leaving Alfarinn a post it note as his resignation. Just the thought of leaving his job seemed absurd but it was an amusing mental image. "I will have to think up a nice alias to be known by for my new life of nautical crime."
Rowan asked him where he wanted to go on this future vacation. He didn't really have anywhere that he felt the need to visit; for him the enjoyment of the trip would be sailing with Rowan. "Where ever your heart desires."
He happily followed where his partner led, mischievously considering the remote in his pocket but deciding to leave it on its current setting. At the moment he was only feeling so evil. He wanted to enjoy his lover not rush through to the finish.
Rowan pulled him close again, replacing Cris's hands on his chest. Christian paused when his lover hugged him tight for a moment. Sighing contentedly, he ran his hands through Rowan's hair as his partner laid against his chest.
Rowan leaned back and pronounced it safe to accost him once more. Smiling, Cris, finished undoing the buttons of his partner's shirt, running his hands appreciatively up Rowan's chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his gliding thumbs and palms. He moved up to his lover's shoulders and pushed the shirt down his arms, leaning forward as he did so to gently bite and tease Rowan's neck. He then moved down to pull off shoes and socks, setting them aside before moving back up to unbutton his partner's jeans. Christian raised his eyebrows and smiled as he discovered that his lover was not wearing anything else beneath them. With both hands and a helpful lift of his partner's hips, he tugged the pants down and slide them off. Retrieving the remote from the pocket, Cris handed it to Rowan before once more lowering his mouth to his lover's neck, his hands running up Rowan's sides and back. [I love the feel of you.] Christian bit softly the area that he had been gently teasing, just barely breaking the skin enough to get a tiny amount of blood. [and the taste of you.]
He raised his eyebrows in question to his partner when he mentioned there were other skills that were useful to the people on board the ship. "Were you a doctor then as well?" Those were quite prized on board any sea going vessel that took long trips and pirate vessels, if the people on board were well known by sight, even more so.
The fact that Rowan had sailed on the ship that he still owned and that it was not just a replica of a historical vessel made it even more interesting to see. It was a tangible piece of his lover's past and he was sure there were stories that went along with it. He would feel very honored to get the guided tour by the owner, complete with personal anecdotes.
Christian laughed at the idea of leaving Alfarinn a post it note as his resignation. Just the thought of leaving his job seemed absurd but it was an amusing mental image. "I will have to think up a nice alias to be known by for my new life of nautical crime."
Rowan asked him where he wanted to go on this future vacation. He didn't really have anywhere that he felt the need to visit; for him the enjoyment of the trip would be sailing with Rowan. "Where ever your heart desires."
He happily followed where his partner led, mischievously considering the remote in his pocket but deciding to leave it on its current setting. At the moment he was only feeling so evil. He wanted to enjoy his lover not rush through to the finish.
Rowan pulled him close again, replacing Cris's hands on his chest. Christian paused when his lover hugged him tight for a moment. Sighing contentedly, he ran his hands through Rowan's hair as his partner laid against his chest.
Rowan leaned back and pronounced it safe to accost him once more. Smiling, Cris, finished undoing the buttons of his partner's shirt, running his hands appreciatively up Rowan's chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his gliding thumbs and palms. He moved up to his lover's shoulders and pushed the shirt down his arms, leaning forward as he did so to gently bite and tease Rowan's neck. He then moved down to pull off shoes and socks, setting them aside before moving back up to unbutton his partner's jeans. Christian raised his eyebrows and smiled as he discovered that his lover was not wearing anything else beneath them. With both hands and a helpful lift of his partner's hips, he tugged the pants down and slide them off. Retrieving the remote from the pocket, Cris handed it to Rowan before once more lowering his mouth to his lover's neck, his hands running up Rowan's sides and back. [I love the feel of you.] Christian bit softly the area that he had been gently teasing, just barely breaking the skin enough to get a tiny amount of blood. [and the taste of you.]
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan shook his head at Cris's question. "No, not a doctor," he said. "I came into that later. I was a forger. By my skills the crew could gain access to ports they never would have been welcome in; our stash was legit if questioned, and no one ever doubted us. We had a tolerably good living for a crew of pirates."
Having Cris close was distracting to him. "We'll come up with a decent pirate name for you eventually," he said before addressing the idea of a vacation, elated that Cris wanted to come along with him.
He smiled softly. "My heart wants to be with you," he said. "That will do."
Rowan was having a hard time continuing to follow the conversation now that he and Cris were in his bedroom and Cris's hands were once more roaming over his skin. He resolved to answer Cris's questions soon. Well, maybe. Okay. In a couple of hours.
He allowed himself to be undressed, reveled in the feel of Cris's touch, moaned happily as he felt Cris's warm mouth on the sensitive skin on his neck. He marveled at the speed at which his clothes seemed to disappear. Granted he wasn't wearing a lot but Cris had made short work of them. He smiled up at his lover as he was handed the little remote from the pocket of his jeans. He used it immediately, gently, stimulating and teasing with the lowest setting.
Cris's embrace, his hands smoothing over his chest, sides, and back, had Rowan shuddering with delight. He pulled Cris's shirt over his head, craving the contact of their bodies, sliding his hands under the waist of Cris's jeans and that of the boxers beneath.
He froze momentarily, however, when Christian's fangs gently pierced into his neck. An instant later as he regained his motor control he gasped, moaned louder, and arched toward Cris, unable and unwilling to resist the flush of desire that raced through his body anew.
[I love every bit of this,] Rowan sent back. [I can't imagine wanting anything else. Anyone else.]
It was true; since meeting Cris Rowan had had no use for anyone else aside from friendship, or a meal. [The way you take me... it's perfect. Every time.]
He felt like he could never grow bored, never grow tired of Cris's loving. Whether tender and gentle, rough and urgent, he loved it all. Rowan gave a soft growl of impatience, suddenly feeling the urgency as he tugged at the button on Cris's jeans. He could feel the heat of his lover's arousal beneath the fabric and wanted him freed, wanted to feel him close.
Success came at last, and Rowan pushed down said jeans along with the soft boxers under them. His hand went immediately to Cris's shaft, stroking gently, not wanting to bring his lover too far too fast. He caressed him slowly instead. Impatient though he might be, they did have all the time in the world tonight and Rowan intended to use it.
Having Cris close was distracting to him. "We'll come up with a decent pirate name for you eventually," he said before addressing the idea of a vacation, elated that Cris wanted to come along with him.
He smiled softly. "My heart wants to be with you," he said. "That will do."
Rowan was having a hard time continuing to follow the conversation now that he and Cris were in his bedroom and Cris's hands were once more roaming over his skin. He resolved to answer Cris's questions soon. Well, maybe. Okay. In a couple of hours.
He allowed himself to be undressed, reveled in the feel of Cris's touch, moaned happily as he felt Cris's warm mouth on the sensitive skin on his neck. He marveled at the speed at which his clothes seemed to disappear. Granted he wasn't wearing a lot but Cris had made short work of them. He smiled up at his lover as he was handed the little remote from the pocket of his jeans. He used it immediately, gently, stimulating and teasing with the lowest setting.
Cris's embrace, his hands smoothing over his chest, sides, and back, had Rowan shuddering with delight. He pulled Cris's shirt over his head, craving the contact of their bodies, sliding his hands under the waist of Cris's jeans and that of the boxers beneath.
He froze momentarily, however, when Christian's fangs gently pierced into his neck. An instant later as he regained his motor control he gasped, moaned louder, and arched toward Cris, unable and unwilling to resist the flush of desire that raced through his body anew.
[I love every bit of this,] Rowan sent back. [I can't imagine wanting anything else. Anyone else.]
It was true; since meeting Cris Rowan had had no use for anyone else aside from friendship, or a meal. [The way you take me... it's perfect. Every time.]
He felt like he could never grow bored, never grow tired of Cris's loving. Whether tender and gentle, rough and urgent, he loved it all. Rowan gave a soft growl of impatience, suddenly feeling the urgency as he tugged at the button on Cris's jeans. He could feel the heat of his lover's arousal beneath the fabric and wanted him freed, wanted to feel him close.
Success came at last, and Rowan pushed down said jeans along with the soft boxers under them. His hand went immediately to Cris's shaft, stroking gently, not wanting to bring his lover too far too fast. He caressed him slowly instead. Impatient though he might be, they did have all the time in the world tonight and Rowan intended to use it.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris paused and pulled back, considering Rowan's words. He had not imagined anyone else since the redhead came into his life. A beautiful body and a nameless face didn't hold the appeal that Rowan did. It was his partner who lingered in his thoughts, more real and yearned for than anyone had been in so very long.
"No one compares to you."
He held onto his lover's shoulders as Rowan's hands sought the opening of his jeans. Christian looked down, finding it seductive to be undressed so impatiently. He moaned softly as his partner's hand closed around his erection and began to caress him with light teasing strokes.
After watching mesmerized for a few moments, Cris kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of the clothing that Rowan so helpfully loosened for him. He knelt down and retrieved the little remote that had been in his pants pocket. Finding the vantage point inviting, Cris leaned over and wrapped his mouth around Rowan's erection, pulsing the button on the remote higher while he sucked, running his tongue along the rim of his lover's head and up the underside. With a final affectionate kiss, he leaned back, returning the little remote to its lowest setting.
Christian gave Rowan a small grin and climbed onto his lap,knees on either side of his partner's thighs. With a hand to the center of Rowan's chest, he pushed him down on the bed and kissed him, thoroughly, finding his own patience weakening between the toy, Rowan's teasing and his companion's mere presence.
[I've become obsessed.] Christian tenderly worked his way along his lover's jaw and down the curve of his neck, running its length, first with gentle flicks of his tongue and then again lightly with his fangs. [Thoughts of you, all the time.]He nibbled a little harder, not quite breaking the skin this time. [Very distracting.]
"No one compares to you."
He held onto his lover's shoulders as Rowan's hands sought the opening of his jeans. Christian looked down, finding it seductive to be undressed so impatiently. He moaned softly as his partner's hand closed around his erection and began to caress him with light teasing strokes.
After watching mesmerized for a few moments, Cris kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of the clothing that Rowan so helpfully loosened for him. He knelt down and retrieved the little remote that had been in his pants pocket. Finding the vantage point inviting, Cris leaned over and wrapped his mouth around Rowan's erection, pulsing the button on the remote higher while he sucked, running his tongue along the rim of his lover's head and up the underside. With a final affectionate kiss, he leaned back, returning the little remote to its lowest setting.
Christian gave Rowan a small grin and climbed onto his lap,knees on either side of his partner's thighs. With a hand to the center of Rowan's chest, he pushed him down on the bed and kissed him, thoroughly, finding his own patience weakening between the toy, Rowan's teasing and his companion's mere presence.
[I've become obsessed.] Christian tenderly worked his way along his lover's jaw and down the curve of his neck, running its length, first with gentle flicks of his tongue and then again lightly with his fangs. [Thoughts of you, all the time.]He nibbled a little harder, not quite breaking the skin this time. [Very distracting.]
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan smiled at Cris's words and kissed him fervently. The words were good to hear regardless of the abilities they had in common. There was no replacement for hearing such sentiments voiced rather than felt. He showed his appreciation physically, tasting Cris's lips and tongue, caressing and delving deeply as they undressed each other in the privacy of the large cabin.
When Cris knelt to retrieve his own little remote Rowan didn't expect him to detour on his way back up. He gripped the comforter on the bed as he felt the combined sensations of Cris's soft, wet mouth and the little vibrating toy. Arching toward his lover Rowan cried out loudly, bending his knees, gripping Cris tightly with his legs for a moment.
"My god," he gasped as Cris rose. The grin on his lover's face was infectious and Rowan returned it. There was nothing like feeling free to be yourself with your partner. Somehow Cris inspired that in Rowan and he loved it.
He went along more than willingly when he was pushed, clasping his own hand briefly over Christian's and bringing his partner along with him, just in case he hadn't been inclined to come along anyway. He deepened their kiss, enjoying the taste, the feel of it, wanting more.
Cris's voice in his head was seductive, enticing, and did just as much as any toy to stoke Rowan's desires. He had nearly forgotten about his own little remote until then, and as Cris's mouth traveled along his neck he turned it up and pushed the button, amused that even now that they were getting what they wanted they were still teasing each other. He couldn't say he'd be upset if he managed to distract Cris enough to get bitten again.
The hand without the remote trailed its way softly down Cris's side and around his waist, playing with the contours of his back, stroking and smoothing. He made a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh at the overwhelming sensations. Everything combined to drive him crazy, emotionally and physically, and he went gladly, perfectly willing to be mad as a hatter for the sake of this experience.
He turned his head, allowing Cris better access to his neck, loving the light teasing touches. "If that's obsession it goes both ways," he murmured. "I like you being obsessed. You do it well."
Rowan was more than happy to be the object of Cris's desire and fantasies. He'd never felt that sort of willingness before, but with Cris, it was no hardship. His only risk, he thought, was of being too spoiled. He thought he could live with that. Turning the little remote setting back down he let go of it altogether, the better to hold his lover in both arms, caressing him, keeping him close, wanting as much contact as he could possibly get.
When Cris knelt to retrieve his own little remote Rowan didn't expect him to detour on his way back up. He gripped the comforter on the bed as he felt the combined sensations of Cris's soft, wet mouth and the little vibrating toy. Arching toward his lover Rowan cried out loudly, bending his knees, gripping Cris tightly with his legs for a moment.
"My god," he gasped as Cris rose. The grin on his lover's face was infectious and Rowan returned it. There was nothing like feeling free to be yourself with your partner. Somehow Cris inspired that in Rowan and he loved it.
He went along more than willingly when he was pushed, clasping his own hand briefly over Christian's and bringing his partner along with him, just in case he hadn't been inclined to come along anyway. He deepened their kiss, enjoying the taste, the feel of it, wanting more.
Cris's voice in his head was seductive, enticing, and did just as much as any toy to stoke Rowan's desires. He had nearly forgotten about his own little remote until then, and as Cris's mouth traveled along his neck he turned it up and pushed the button, amused that even now that they were getting what they wanted they were still teasing each other. He couldn't say he'd be upset if he managed to distract Cris enough to get bitten again.
The hand without the remote trailed its way softly down Cris's side and around his waist, playing with the contours of his back, stroking and smoothing. He made a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh at the overwhelming sensations. Everything combined to drive him crazy, emotionally and physically, and he went gladly, perfectly willing to be mad as a hatter for the sake of this experience.
He turned his head, allowing Cris better access to his neck, loving the light teasing touches. "If that's obsession it goes both ways," he murmured. "I like you being obsessed. You do it well."
Rowan was more than happy to be the object of Cris's desire and fantasies. He'd never felt that sort of willingness before, but with Cris, it was no hardship. His only risk, he thought, was of being too spoiled. He thought he could live with that. Turning the little remote setting back down he let go of it altogether, the better to hold his lover in both arms, caressing him, keeping him close, wanting as much contact as he could possibly get.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris loved Rowan's reaction to his attentions. His lover had always expressed himself so freely, without shame or restraint and that was intoxicating. He already loved touching his lover and Rowan's moans and sighs made it impossible to keep his hands off him.
He moaned against his partner's neck as Rowan turned up the vibrator. Lifting his head, Christian gave his lover a wry smile, pleased and amused that he apparently did obsessed well. "I shall take that as a compliment. Going overboard seems to be a part of being obsessed. I wonder if too much sex is a possibility..." He raised his eyebrows in silent question to his partner.
Moving down, he ran his lips lightly over one collarbone, pausing to suck gently once before taking his kisses further down his lover's chest. Christian slid his hand over to where Rowan left his remote and scooped it up, his mouth never leaving his companion's skin. [Will you do something for me?] Cris took one nipple lightly between his teeth, tugging gently, his tongue flickering over the tip.
Leaning back, he smiled tenderly at Rowan. "Let me love you. I promise you can have your way with me for the rest of the night if you like." Christian brushed one hand feather light along the places he had just kissed. Rowan enjoyed giving, seemingly happiest if he could give his lover mind blowing pleasure, more than once if possible. Cris wanted to spend time making love to Rowan, not worrying about himself for a bit. He hoped that his partner could lay back and simply savor the experience.
"I just want to please you for a bit."
He moaned against his partner's neck as Rowan turned up the vibrator. Lifting his head, Christian gave his lover a wry smile, pleased and amused that he apparently did obsessed well. "I shall take that as a compliment. Going overboard seems to be a part of being obsessed. I wonder if too much sex is a possibility..." He raised his eyebrows in silent question to his partner.
Moving down, he ran his lips lightly over one collarbone, pausing to suck gently once before taking his kisses further down his lover's chest. Christian slid his hand over to where Rowan left his remote and scooped it up, his mouth never leaving his companion's skin. [Will you do something for me?] Cris took one nipple lightly between his teeth, tugging gently, his tongue flickering over the tip.
Leaning back, he smiled tenderly at Rowan. "Let me love you. I promise you can have your way with me for the rest of the night if you like." Christian brushed one hand feather light along the places he had just kissed. Rowan enjoyed giving, seemingly happiest if he could give his lover mind blowing pleasure, more than once if possible. Cris wanted to spend time making love to Rowan, not worrying about himself for a bit. He hoped that his partner could lay back and simply savor the experience.
"I just want to please you for a bit."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan laughed softly at Cris's thought process, landing him at 'too much sex.' He leaned up on his elbows, releasing his hold on his partner to do so, and shook his head. "If such a thing exists," he said in a voice that clearly conveyed his own personal skepticism, "at least we can rest assured of a speedy regeneration."
He flashed Cris a fanged grin, his canines having long since proclaimed themselves open for business. There was no way to hide the emotional tidal wave that swept over him when he and Cris were together. Sudden, strong, and completely genuine, Rowan was not the sort to fight it. He had been looking for something like this for centuries, in his own way. At least, something like he suspected this could be. He wasn't about to play the shocked ingenue now.
He tipped his head back as Cris continued his south bound journey, letting out a long low sigh of pleasure at the warm wet mouth clamped over his nipple, the gentle tug of teeth.
Rowan looked at Cris with a curious expression upon his face. "Anything," he said, not just answering in he heat of the moment but meaning it sincerely.
He listened to Cris's request, head tilted, nodding slowly. It was hard for him to do, give up being proactive. As he had mentioned to Cris the previous evening before they'd gone to sleep, Rowan took the greatest pleasure from giving pleasure. He did not particularly enjoy climaxing alone, even with the promise of reciprocation later. But who was he to deny Cris the pleasure of being the sole giver when Rowan himself would have enjoyed that role too?
He smiled and sat up, gently pulling Cris's hand from where it was traveling down his chest and turning it over, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss gently against the palm.
"You please me all the time," he reassured Cris, "but if this is what you want, I will do my best to accommodate you."
He turned his face, rubbed his cheek briefly against Cris's hand, and released it. Rowan shifted back, lying back fully on the bed, raising one eyebrow at Cris. "Do I get to touch at all?" He smiled. "Just tell me what you want. It's yours."
He flashed Cris a fanged grin, his canines having long since proclaimed themselves open for business. There was no way to hide the emotional tidal wave that swept over him when he and Cris were together. Sudden, strong, and completely genuine, Rowan was not the sort to fight it. He had been looking for something like this for centuries, in his own way. At least, something like he suspected this could be. He wasn't about to play the shocked ingenue now.
He tipped his head back as Cris continued his south bound journey, letting out a long low sigh of pleasure at the warm wet mouth clamped over his nipple, the gentle tug of teeth.
Rowan looked at Cris with a curious expression upon his face. "Anything," he said, not just answering in he heat of the moment but meaning it sincerely.
He listened to Cris's request, head tilted, nodding slowly. It was hard for him to do, give up being proactive. As he had mentioned to Cris the previous evening before they'd gone to sleep, Rowan took the greatest pleasure from giving pleasure. He did not particularly enjoy climaxing alone, even with the promise of reciprocation later. But who was he to deny Cris the pleasure of being the sole giver when Rowan himself would have enjoyed that role too?
He smiled and sat up, gently pulling Cris's hand from where it was traveling down his chest and turning it over, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss gently against the palm.
"You please me all the time," he reassured Cris, "but if this is what you want, I will do my best to accommodate you."
He turned his face, rubbed his cheek briefly against Cris's hand, and released it. Rowan shifted back, lying back fully on the bed, raising one eyebrow at Cris. "Do I get to touch at all?" He smiled. "Just tell me what you want. It's yours."
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian smiled down at Rowan, knowing he was asking his partner for something that went against his lover's nature. Looking down at the two remotes in his hand, Cris turned one off and nothing happened. Oops, that one was Rowan's. Turning the other off, he set it aside for Rowan to play with later and then turned the other back on to the first setting.
He bent down to kiss his partner and smiled. "You can touch whatever you like."
Moving off to the side, Christian turned around as he bent sideways over his partner, leaving more of himself for Rowan to touch. He kissed a long line down his lover's chest and stomach while his hand caressed the inside of Rowan's thighs. [I want to focus on every noise and every expression you make.]
Leaning over his companion, Cris ran his lips lightly over his lover's side, following that with gentle sucks and licks to the same place. His hand moving up to softly caress his lover's balls, he cupped them in his palm, running his thumb and fingers over them, while his fangs grazed Rowan's side. Christian pressed the button on the remote higher and at the same moment sank his teeth into his partner's skin. He drew once, savoring the taste of his lover before licking the tiny wound and moving on.
He bent down to kiss his partner and smiled. "You can touch whatever you like."
Moving off to the side, Christian turned around as he bent sideways over his partner, leaving more of himself for Rowan to touch. He kissed a long line down his lover's chest and stomach while his hand caressed the inside of Rowan's thighs. [I want to focus on every noise and every expression you make.]
Leaning over his companion, Cris ran his lips lightly over his lover's side, following that with gentle sucks and licks to the same place. His hand moving up to softly caress his lover's balls, he cupped them in his palm, running his thumb and fingers over them, while his fangs grazed Rowan's side. Christian pressed the button on the remote higher and at the same moment sank his teeth into his partner's skin. He drew once, savoring the taste of his lover before licking the tiny wound and moving on.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan smiled into Christian's kiss and watched with hungry eyes as his partner turned away from him. He did not reach out and touch immediately. Cris wanted to play, and Rowan wanted to let him.
The sensations began immediately as Cris's mouth made a warm wet track down his chest to his stomach. The smile didn't leave his lips as Cris's hand drifted over the sensitive skin of his legs and he obligingly sighed, letting out a soft little moan. If Cris wanted noise he would have noise. Rowan believed in letting his partner know he was enjoying those attentions.
His hand drifted up to gently rest against the inside of Cris's ankle, his fingertip making a very soft circle around and under it, brushing over the sole of Cris's foot. His free hand clenched gently, resting on the comforter. Rowan closed his eyes, breathing in as Cris's hand and mouth combined to have him arching slightly off the bed.
He gave a little 'mmm' of pleasure as Cris's fangs grazed his side, followed by a sharp gasp of enjoyable disbelief as those fangs bit quickly at the same time as the vibrator pulsed strongly. The soft gasp turned into a breathless cry of delight and his hand clenched briefly around Cris's ankle.
"Cris," he breathed as his lover released him and licked the little punctures he'd made. "That was nice," he said with a short laugh as he caught his breath and resumed gently stroking with his one hand.
All the while he managed to keep his eyes closed, happy to indulge his other senses, not just his eyes.
The sensations began immediately as Cris's mouth made a warm wet track down his chest to his stomach. The smile didn't leave his lips as Cris's hand drifted over the sensitive skin of his legs and he obligingly sighed, letting out a soft little moan. If Cris wanted noise he would have noise. Rowan believed in letting his partner know he was enjoying those attentions.
His hand drifted up to gently rest against the inside of Cris's ankle, his fingertip making a very soft circle around and under it, brushing over the sole of Cris's foot. His free hand clenched gently, resting on the comforter. Rowan closed his eyes, breathing in as Cris's hand and mouth combined to have him arching slightly off the bed.
He gave a little 'mmm' of pleasure as Cris's fangs grazed his side, followed by a sharp gasp of enjoyable disbelief as those fangs bit quickly at the same time as the vibrator pulsed strongly. The soft gasp turned into a breathless cry of delight and his hand clenched briefly around Cris's ankle.
"Cris," he breathed as his lover released him and licked the little punctures he'd made. "That was nice," he said with a short laugh as he caught his breath and resumed gently stroking with his one hand.
All the while he managed to keep his eyes closed, happy to indulge his other senses, not just his eyes.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian smiled at the sounds Rowan made while he kissed and teased him. He did pause and look back up at his companion when the bite was pronounced nice. Chuckling softly, he leaned down and licked a long line up the underside of his partner's erection. "Next time I will try for naughty."
The hand making small circles on his ankle was wonderfully affectionate. He also loved the pauses in rhythm when some action particularly caught Rowan's attention.
He put one leg over his partner, straddling Rowan backwards on his hands and knees. Christian turned up the remote again and bent down to run his lips over the hollow of one hip and then grazing his fangs lightly over the other.
Pressing his cheek to the inside of one of Rowan's thighs, Cris took in his lover's scent with a contented sigh. He pressed his lips to the same spot, sucked on it gently before lifting his head and moving over to the inside of the other thigh. This one he licked and teased with his fangs before sucking harder, pressing his fangs against the heated skin. Christian then switched back to the original spot he had teased on the other leg and sunk his teeth in, once more drawing in very little before licking the wound closed with long lazy strokes of his tongue.
Christian sat up and then climbed off the bed, he gave Rowan a long appreciative look before meeting his lover's eyes and favoring him with a tender smile. [Irresistible.] He leaned over and grasped his partner's hips and slid him back toward the edge of the bed. [Hold onto me.] Reaching out, Cris took hold over Rowan's hands and pulled him up to a seated position again and then placed his lover's hands on his shoulders. He wanted his partner to be able to touch him as he had asked. Christian knelt between Rowan's legs, gliding his hands along the inside of his lover's thighs, feeling the fading warmth of the place he had marked.
With one hand he reached back and took hold of the remote, his other reached down to once more cup his lover's balls. Cris then bent down and enclosed the tip of Rowan's erection in his mouth,licking it lovingly before sliding further down.
The hand making small circles on his ankle was wonderfully affectionate. He also loved the pauses in rhythm when some action particularly caught Rowan's attention.
He put one leg over his partner, straddling Rowan backwards on his hands and knees. Christian turned up the remote again and bent down to run his lips over the hollow of one hip and then grazing his fangs lightly over the other.
Pressing his cheek to the inside of one of Rowan's thighs, Cris took in his lover's scent with a contented sigh. He pressed his lips to the same spot, sucked on it gently before lifting his head and moving over to the inside of the other thigh. This one he licked and teased with his fangs before sucking harder, pressing his fangs against the heated skin. Christian then switched back to the original spot he had teased on the other leg and sunk his teeth in, once more drawing in very little before licking the wound closed with long lazy strokes of his tongue.
Christian sat up and then climbed off the bed, he gave Rowan a long appreciative look before meeting his lover's eyes and favoring him with a tender smile. [Irresistible.] He leaned over and grasped his partner's hips and slid him back toward the edge of the bed. [Hold onto me.] Reaching out, Cris took hold over Rowan's hands and pulled him up to a seated position again and then placed his lover's hands on his shoulders. He wanted his partner to be able to touch him as he had asked. Christian knelt between Rowan's legs, gliding his hands along the inside of his lover's thighs, feeling the fading warmth of the place he had marked.
With one hand he reached back and took hold of the remote, his other reached down to once more cup his lover's balls. Cris then bent down and enclosed the tip of Rowan's erection in his mouth,licking it lovingly before sliding further down.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan grinned at Cris's reaction to his deliberate understatement. Cris's bite had been nice. Winning the lottery was nice too. It was all a matter of perspective. Knowing that Cris was just getting started meant Rowan was trying to be good. And being good in this case meant letting his lover play all he wanted, not begging him to hurry up and do him now.
Think understatement, he reminded himself as Cris's tongue traveled slowly up his hard length. "That was really nice," he said, a hint of mischief in his tone.
He opened his eyes as Cris shifted to sit astride him, admiring without shame the lithe attractiveness of Cris's body. Having been given permission to touch, Rowan raised his hands, placed them on the outside of Cris's legs at his ankles, and slowly smoothed them up his lover's legs to his thighs. It was tempting to let them wander further as Cris leaned forward to pay attention to Rowan's body once more, but he didn't. He simply kept them lightly placed at Cris's hips, not restraining, just embracing as best he could from his prone position.
Impish words aside, the things Cris was doing to him elicited a series of gasps and moans. The little vibrator was certainly getting a workout and Rowan wondered if it was possible for them to burn it out in one session. He wasn't opposed to trying. But that was only a pleasant counterpoint to the melody Cris's mouth was playing on his legs and hips. It was impossible not to move beneath his lover's wicked fangs and tongue, so Rowan didn't try to remain still. His hips moved gently of their own accord, arching toward Cris, sucking in a breath in anticipation each time he felt that warm sucking draw or the graze of his teeth. When the bite finally came Rowan cried out in ecstasy, his hands tightening involuntarily on Cris's hips.
He caught his breath a little as Cris licked the bite wound closed, having to forcibly remind himself to release Cris so he could move. He sat up and repositioned himself as Cris directed, smiling into those very blue eyes as Cris sent to him.
[As long as you find me so, it's all good.]
He put his hands on Cris's shoulders as asked but let one of them drift up to gently caress the nape of his lover's neck, brushing at the soft pale hair. "You're so good to me," Rowan sighed softly as the delightful torture began anew.
As Cris's mouth closed over the tip of his cock he looked down to watch, his heart pounding at the idea that Cris was enjoying this as much as Rowan did, wondering if he looked like that when their positions were reversed, with that blissful expression. Rowan made a low hum of pleasure and then sighed, giving himself over to the sensations Cris was creating, abandoning the pretense of resistance. His whole body was pins and needles, waiting to see where his lover traveled next, knowing whatever he did was going to bring nothing but sinful delight.
Think understatement, he reminded himself as Cris's tongue traveled slowly up his hard length. "That was really nice," he said, a hint of mischief in his tone.
He opened his eyes as Cris shifted to sit astride him, admiring without shame the lithe attractiveness of Cris's body. Having been given permission to touch, Rowan raised his hands, placed them on the outside of Cris's legs at his ankles, and slowly smoothed them up his lover's legs to his thighs. It was tempting to let them wander further as Cris leaned forward to pay attention to Rowan's body once more, but he didn't. He simply kept them lightly placed at Cris's hips, not restraining, just embracing as best he could from his prone position.
Impish words aside, the things Cris was doing to him elicited a series of gasps and moans. The little vibrator was certainly getting a workout and Rowan wondered if it was possible for them to burn it out in one session. He wasn't opposed to trying. But that was only a pleasant counterpoint to the melody Cris's mouth was playing on his legs and hips. It was impossible not to move beneath his lover's wicked fangs and tongue, so Rowan didn't try to remain still. His hips moved gently of their own accord, arching toward Cris, sucking in a breath in anticipation each time he felt that warm sucking draw or the graze of his teeth. When the bite finally came Rowan cried out in ecstasy, his hands tightening involuntarily on Cris's hips.
He caught his breath a little as Cris licked the bite wound closed, having to forcibly remind himself to release Cris so he could move. He sat up and repositioned himself as Cris directed, smiling into those very blue eyes as Cris sent to him.
[As long as you find me so, it's all good.]
He put his hands on Cris's shoulders as asked but let one of them drift up to gently caress the nape of his lover's neck, brushing at the soft pale hair. "You're so good to me," Rowan sighed softly as the delightful torture began anew.
As Cris's mouth closed over the tip of his cock he looked down to watch, his heart pounding at the idea that Cris was enjoying this as much as Rowan did, wondering if he looked like that when their positions were reversed, with that blissful expression. Rowan made a low hum of pleasure and then sighed, giving himself over to the sensations Cris was creating, abandoning the pretense of resistance. His whole body was pins and needles, waiting to see where his lover traveled next, knowing whatever he did was going to bring nothing but sinful delight.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian was amused that he had not yet reached naughty in his ministrations. He would definitely have to try harder. Of course he suspected that soon he would not be getting coherent commentary at all and would have to wait until afterward to see if his attentions rated a different adjective. That didn't mean he wasn't going to ask though.
[How about this? Do you like the feel of my mouth around you?]
The hand on the back of his neck, just brushing into his hair sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Christian sucked on his partner a little harder in appreciation before once more returning to his teasing licks. There was something about being touched there that always drove him a little insane. It was no surprise that Rowan found it, repeatedly, as if drawn to it.
Cris set the remote next to his knee on the floor and then brought his hand up to gently grasp his lover's erection. His thumb traveled upward, he rubbed it along the underside and over the tip of his lover's head. Christian still sucked gently, his mouth closing over Rowan's cock and his own thumb as he moved up and down in long slow strokes. [Are you watching?] He could guess that his lover was; he would be. Cris angled down so he could glance upward at his partner while he worked.[It turns me on to see you looking down at me while I have you in mouth.]
He removed his thumb and slid further onto his lover's erection. [Hmm, I wonder if we should see just how well this thing works on high.] Christian stretched out a few fingers on the hand cupping his lover's sac so that he could lightly touch the edge of the toy peeking out of his partner. [ What do you think?]
[How about this? Do you like the feel of my mouth around you?]
The hand on the back of his neck, just brushing into his hair sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Christian sucked on his partner a little harder in appreciation before once more returning to his teasing licks. There was something about being touched there that always drove him a little insane. It was no surprise that Rowan found it, repeatedly, as if drawn to it.
Cris set the remote next to his knee on the floor and then brought his hand up to gently grasp his lover's erection. His thumb traveled upward, he rubbed it along the underside and over the tip of his lover's head. Christian still sucked gently, his mouth closing over Rowan's cock and his own thumb as he moved up and down in long slow strokes. [Are you watching?] He could guess that his lover was; he would be. Cris angled down so he could glance upward at his partner while he worked.[It turns me on to see you looking down at me while I have you in mouth.]
He removed his thumb and slid further onto his lover's erection. [Hmm, I wonder if we should see just how well this thing works on high.] Christian stretched out a few fingers on the hand cupping his lover's sac so that he could lightly touch the edge of the toy peeking out of his partner. [ What do you think?]
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan continued to pant and moan softly at the continued feel of wet warmth around him. Gritting his teeth momentarily he said out loud, "Oh I could get used to it if you keep doing that."
In the meantime he responded to Cris's sending with what was no less than a stream of consciousness, a broadcast of the actual thoughts going through his head. [...like it/love it/adore it/adore you/want you/need you/don't stop/don't stop/please don't stop...]
There was no way for him to filter his thoughts, to gather them into a polite coherent response. In the meantime, as Cris continued to stroke with his mouth his thumb joining in the play, Rowan stared wide-eyed at the man who was currently, to be crass, blowing his mind as well as his cock. It was mesmerizing. Rowan loved performing this for Cris but had never been entirely comfortable receiving without giving. He submitted because Cris asked, but in the back of his head was the idea that he couldn't wait to reciprocate later.
"'M watching," he murmured as Cris glanced up. His hand buried itself further in the short blond hair and he fought to keep his touch light, to resist either pushing himself into Cris's mouth or pulling Cris's head toward him. As Cris slid further down, enveloping more of him in the moist heat of his mouth, Rowan gasped and found himself unconsciously whispering an echo of what was going through his thoughts.
"...that's good, that's so good, don't stop. No one can do this to me, not like you, not like this..."
When it came to lovemaking Rowan prided himself on control, on mastery, on his ability to perform for his companion or companions again and again. He had thought that was what it meant to be an adept lover. But being with Cris was another thing altogether. His restraint was gone by the wayside, his control minimal, losing himself in what wasn't just sex, wasn't just the act of physical pleasure, but was an intimate experience because of the person involved. This would never mean the same thing to him again, not since Cris.
There was a small part of him that envied Cris's having experienced this before with his previous, departed lover. A much larger part that bled for his loss, and a larger part still that rejoiced in the fact that Cris saw something in Rowan worth risking his feelings for again. All of this entered his mind in the space of a minute or so, to be shelved momentarily to listen to Cris's warm tenor in his head once more.
Rowan groaned and laughed softly. "I think you're going to cut your playtime short if you aren't careful," he growled, his voice husky with desire, "and burn that poor thing out. I'm willing to let it die for the cause though."
In the meantime he responded to Cris's sending with what was no less than a stream of consciousness, a broadcast of the actual thoughts going through his head. [...like it/love it/adore it/adore you/want you/need you/don't stop/don't stop/please don't stop...]
There was no way for him to filter his thoughts, to gather them into a polite coherent response. In the meantime, as Cris continued to stroke with his mouth his thumb joining in the play, Rowan stared wide-eyed at the man who was currently, to be crass, blowing his mind as well as his cock. It was mesmerizing. Rowan loved performing this for Cris but had never been entirely comfortable receiving without giving. He submitted because Cris asked, but in the back of his head was the idea that he couldn't wait to reciprocate later.
"'M watching," he murmured as Cris glanced up. His hand buried itself further in the short blond hair and he fought to keep his touch light, to resist either pushing himself into Cris's mouth or pulling Cris's head toward him. As Cris slid further down, enveloping more of him in the moist heat of his mouth, Rowan gasped and found himself unconsciously whispering an echo of what was going through his thoughts.
"...that's good, that's so good, don't stop. No one can do this to me, not like you, not like this..."
When it came to lovemaking Rowan prided himself on control, on mastery, on his ability to perform for his companion or companions again and again. He had thought that was what it meant to be an adept lover. But being with Cris was another thing altogether. His restraint was gone by the wayside, his control minimal, losing himself in what wasn't just sex, wasn't just the act of physical pleasure, but was an intimate experience because of the person involved. This would never mean the same thing to him again, not since Cris.
There was a small part of him that envied Cris's having experienced this before with his previous, departed lover. A much larger part that bled for his loss, and a larger part still that rejoiced in the fact that Cris saw something in Rowan worth risking his feelings for again. All of this entered his mind in the space of a minute or so, to be shelved momentarily to listen to Cris's warm tenor in his head once more.
Rowan groaned and laughed softly. "I think you're going to cut your playtime short if you aren't careful," he growled, his voice husky with desire, "and burn that poor thing out. I'm willing to let it die for the cause though."
Christian Bern
12 years ago
[I plan on it.] Christian replied. He would keep doing what he was doing until his partner was satisfied, hopefully more than satisfied.
His lover's mental stream of thoughts was exciting to hear. Cris loved Rowan's very clear communication of his desires. The words might have been strung together in a breathless rush but they stated without a doubt what his lover wanted.
[Just for a moment.]Christian warned as he pulled away long enough to place his companion's legs over his shoulders. [But I promise to make it worth the pause.] Taking the little remote with him, he slowly stood tilting Rowan carefully back on the bed again. He smiled softly and questioned his partner about his statements.
"Is that so? Only me?"
Bending down over his partner from a standing position, Cris wrapped his mouth once more around Rowan's hard shaft, loving the feel of it, smooth, yet firm. One hand grasped the base of his lover's erection, moving it in time with his mouth. The other turned up the remote again and then set the device on the bed.
[We might burn it out but it is replaceable.] Christian grasped the edge of the toy with his other hand and moved it in and out of his partner in long smooth strokes. He could feel the vibration of it through his fingers and knew that Rowan was right about him cutting the play time short. All that mattered was that his lover enjoyed every second of the experience.
His lover's mental stream of thoughts was exciting to hear. Cris loved Rowan's very clear communication of his desires. The words might have been strung together in a breathless rush but they stated without a doubt what his lover wanted.
[Just for a moment.]Christian warned as he pulled away long enough to place his companion's legs over his shoulders. [But I promise to make it worth the pause.] Taking the little remote with him, he slowly stood tilting Rowan carefully back on the bed again. He smiled softly and questioned his partner about his statements.
"Is that so? Only me?"
Bending down over his partner from a standing position, Cris wrapped his mouth once more around Rowan's hard shaft, loving the feel of it, smooth, yet firm. One hand grasped the base of his lover's erection, moving it in time with his mouth. The other turned up the remote again and then set the device on the bed.
[We might burn it out but it is replaceable.] Christian grasped the edge of the toy with his other hand and moved it in and out of his partner in long smooth strokes. He could feel the vibration of it through his fingers and knew that Rowan was right about him cutting the play time short. All that mattered was that his lover enjoyed every second of the experience.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan caught his breath in a gasp of dismay when Cris did, indeed, stop, but he was reassured that it was a mere pause and that kept him sane for just a moment. He let his hands fall away to the comforter on the bed, grasping it as he was repositioned, having more than a clue about what was in store.
With his legs hooked over Cris's shoulders Rowan watched with hungry, needy eyes as his lover bent down once more. The words he heard caused him to stare harder, momentarily intense in his sincerity.
"Yes."
Only Cris was exactly right. Rowan wouldn't be exaggerating that. No one he'd ever known had been able to cause this sort of hungering greed in him, nor the sense of complete fulfillment in joining with him.
Rowan cried out softly as Cris's mouth and hands worked in concert upon him. The sensations of wet warmth and firm stroking combined with the intensity of the vibrator Cris was now using aggressively were mindblowing. He didn't try to stop the assortment of noises that issued forth from his lips, moans, soft cries, gasps.
"Cris..." He did indeed moan Christian's name. Repeatedly, as wave after wave of sensation built within, stronger and stronger with increasing intensity. He arched toward his partner, straining, writhing beneath Cris's talented ministrations, his hips thrusting softly into the wet warmth of Cris's mouth.
"I'm going to..." There was little time for more warning than that. Rowan closed his eyes tightly, gasping and then groaning much more loudly as he came, breathlessly, blissfully. His climax pealed through him in ripples of ecstatic contraction and he stiffened in rapt pleasure, unable to move, think, or speak, as he was overcome with the intensity of it.
It was several long moments before he could open his eyes again so he lay where he was, draped over his lover, reeling and clutching at the bed as if he might fall off it any moment. When he did open his eyes they immediately found Cris. "Please," he whispered softly. "Come here."
It was a soft request, not a demand. Rowan desperately wanted to wrap his arms around Christian, hold him close, and relax for a moment with his lover.
With his legs hooked over Cris's shoulders Rowan watched with hungry, needy eyes as his lover bent down once more. The words he heard caused him to stare harder, momentarily intense in his sincerity.
"Yes."
Only Cris was exactly right. Rowan wouldn't be exaggerating that. No one he'd ever known had been able to cause this sort of hungering greed in him, nor the sense of complete fulfillment in joining with him.
Rowan cried out softly as Cris's mouth and hands worked in concert upon him. The sensations of wet warmth and firm stroking combined with the intensity of the vibrator Cris was now using aggressively were mindblowing. He didn't try to stop the assortment of noises that issued forth from his lips, moans, soft cries, gasps.
"Cris..." He did indeed moan Christian's name. Repeatedly, as wave after wave of sensation built within, stronger and stronger with increasing intensity. He arched toward his partner, straining, writhing beneath Cris's talented ministrations, his hips thrusting softly into the wet warmth of Cris's mouth.
"I'm going to..." There was little time for more warning than that. Rowan closed his eyes tightly, gasping and then groaning much more loudly as he came, breathlessly, blissfully. His climax pealed through him in ripples of ecstatic contraction and he stiffened in rapt pleasure, unable to move, think, or speak, as he was overcome with the intensity of it.
It was several long moments before he could open his eyes again so he lay where he was, draped over his lover, reeling and clutching at the bed as if he might fall off it any moment. When he did open his eyes they immediately found Cris. "Please," he whispered softly. "Come here."
It was a soft request, not a demand. Rowan desperately wanted to wrap his arms around Christian, hold him close, and relax for a moment with his lover.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris loved Rowan's very simple answer. It was easy to tell that his lover meant it. He was not sure how that could be the case in Rowan's very long lifetime but he was happy to be the source of enjoyment for his lover now.
Focusing on pleasuring his partner, Christian listened to the sounds that Rowan made, stroking him in time with the thrust of his lover's hips. The litany of his name was followed by a brief, incomplete warning of a job well done.
He sucked gently, smoothing his hand along Rowan's pulsing erection, taking everything in. Happy this time to be able to taste his lover fully. He loved holding on as Rowan arched and moved beneath him, seeing his lover's surrender to ecstasy, feeling the proof of it inside his mouth. Cris sighed contentedly when Rowan relaxed again. Placing a kiss tenderly on his partner's spent member, he eased the toy out and took it to the bathroom sink. [I will be right there.]
Climbing up on the bed next to Rowan, he laid his head on his partner's shoulder, curling around him contentedly. "I love listening to you." He smiled happily, nuzzling closer, smoothing a hand over his lover's chest before wrapping it around Rowan's waist. "You've made me so very happy. I hope you know that."
Christian settled more comfortably, draping one leg over his companion's. "So what do you want to do tomorrow night?" An amused grins spread across his features. "More shopping?"
Focusing on pleasuring his partner, Christian listened to the sounds that Rowan made, stroking him in time with the thrust of his lover's hips. The litany of his name was followed by a brief, incomplete warning of a job well done.
He sucked gently, smoothing his hand along Rowan's pulsing erection, taking everything in. Happy this time to be able to taste his lover fully. He loved holding on as Rowan arched and moved beneath him, seeing his lover's surrender to ecstasy, feeling the proof of it inside his mouth. Cris sighed contentedly when Rowan relaxed again. Placing a kiss tenderly on his partner's spent member, he eased the toy out and took it to the bathroom sink. [I will be right there.]
Climbing up on the bed next to Rowan, he laid his head on his partner's shoulder, curling around him contentedly. "I love listening to you." He smiled happily, nuzzling closer, smoothing a hand over his lover's chest before wrapping it around Rowan's waist. "You've made me so very happy. I hope you know that."
Christian settled more comfortably, draping one leg over his companion's. "So what do you want to do tomorrow night?" An amused grins spread across his features. "More shopping?"