Rowan regretted that the last minute or so was a blaze of blinding sensation. Cris could have been doing the flamenco down there and he wouldn't have noticed. As his partner removed the little vibrator and sent to him, Rowan responded with an inarticulate moan and hauled himself limply back onto the bed.
As Cris returned and climbed onto the bed Rowan turned his head to the side to watch him. He smiled as Cris rested his head on Rowan's shoulder, and wrapped his arms around his lover, squeezing him tightly. "I don't know why," he said modestly, "but I'm glad I do. You deserve happiness. I'll keep trying for it."
He tilted his head down, pulling Cris tightly to him and pressing soft kisses against his face. "You make me happy too. More than happy. I can't describe it. I hope you can see it."
He smoothed his hands over Cris's back, down to the arch of his hip, trailing his fingers lightly over his skin. He smiled gently at Cris's question.
"Already onto tomorrow night? I haven't even had my say with you yet," he said with a soft laugh. Of course, he still felt like jell-o from Christian's incredible attention to him. So he addressed the answer.
"How about we go out? Dinner, dancing, anything like that. A movie if you prefer." He narrowed his eyes wickedly. "We can take bets on how many times I can make you come from previews to end credits."
It might have sounded humorous but Rowan wasn't joking. He'd take any excuse to get his hands on Cris. The theater was not off-limits. In the meantime he kissed that adorable grin of Cris's, gently sliding his tongue onto his lover's mouth, tasting Cris and a hint of his own flavor, mingled together. It was delicious.
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
"Mmmhmmm." Cris nodded and nuzzled closer to Rowan's neck. "Because once you've had your way with me I am certain that my brain as well as my body will be totally spent."
He listened to his lover's ideas, raising his eyebrows at the thought of going to see a movie and then being distracted through all of it. Cris wondered if it would be cheating to sit blended in the theater, probably. It was certainly not in the spirit of things, besides he really didn't mind them risking public attention. That was part of the thrill.
"So tempting. I wonder how well you'll do with the distraction that you'll be receiving." Christian grinned wickedly. "Because I don't plan on making it easy for you."
Rolling over on top of his partner, Cris placed his hands together on Rowan's chest and then propped his chin on them. "We can have dinner with Alfarinn if you would like to meet him. I'm sure we can drag him away from whatever he's doing. He's usually looking for any excuse."
He smiled. "Then the dancing or whatever you like."
He listened to his lover's ideas, raising his eyebrows at the thought of going to see a movie and then being distracted through all of it. Cris wondered if it would be cheating to sit blended in the theater, probably. It was certainly not in the spirit of things, besides he really didn't mind them risking public attention. That was part of the thrill.
"So tempting. I wonder how well you'll do with the distraction that you'll be receiving." Christian grinned wickedly. "Because I don't plan on making it easy for you."
Rolling over on top of his partner, Cris placed his hands together on Rowan's chest and then propped his chin on them. "We can have dinner with Alfarinn if you would like to meet him. I'm sure we can drag him away from whatever he's doing. He's usually looking for any excuse."
He smiled. "Then the dancing or whatever you like."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan smiled at Cris, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "If I work at it, yes, I hope that will be the end result. Unless you don't want that."
He considered. Was there such a thing as too much of a good thing? Would Cris tire of Rowan's attentions? "I could arrange to give it less than my best." He reconsidered. "Okay, no, I can't. I hope you're okay with being loved into mush. As often as I can manage it."
He laughed at Cris's counter to his theater threat. "On the contrary a ghra," he agreed, "You do tend to make things hard." He waited a moment and then added, "for me."
As Cris rolled over, coming to rest on top of Rowan, Rowan wrapped his arms around him and then bent his knees, sliding his feet to the inside of Cris's legs to trap him against himself. He thought about what Cris had said, about their Clan leader.
"Any excuse? I would have thought he could go out whenever he liked." He was the leader, after all. Of course he must be a busy man, but why did Alfarinn require an excuse? "I would like to meet him, if you think he would want to meet me."
In truth Rowan doubted that would be the case. He understood that Alfarinn and Cris were bonded, but would it matter to Alfarinn who Cris saw? Maybe it did. And if so Rowan was afraid Alfarinn would find him a poor candidate. He had little to offer aside from the fact that he miraculously made Christian happy. He wasn't foolish enough to think that that counted for nothing but he was very much aware of his status as a tiny fish in a big sea.
"All right," he said with a happy smile. "Let us see if we can, indeed, drag Elder Alfarinn out to dinner. And then the dancing or whatever, as you put it, because by then I am going to be going crazy to hold you close. Now," he said, smoothing his hands down his lover's back, cupping the muscles of his ass, pulling him close, "are we done with tomorrow night? Can we go back to what I'm about to do to you? That whole 'turning Cris into mush' thing?"
He considered. Was there such a thing as too much of a good thing? Would Cris tire of Rowan's attentions? "I could arrange to give it less than my best." He reconsidered. "Okay, no, I can't. I hope you're okay with being loved into mush. As often as I can manage it."
He laughed at Cris's counter to his theater threat. "On the contrary a ghra," he agreed, "You do tend to make things hard." He waited a moment and then added, "for me."
As Cris rolled over, coming to rest on top of Rowan, Rowan wrapped his arms around him and then bent his knees, sliding his feet to the inside of Cris's legs to trap him against himself. He thought about what Cris had said, about their Clan leader.
"Any excuse? I would have thought he could go out whenever he liked." He was the leader, after all. Of course he must be a busy man, but why did Alfarinn require an excuse? "I would like to meet him, if you think he would want to meet me."
In truth Rowan doubted that would be the case. He understood that Alfarinn and Cris were bonded, but would it matter to Alfarinn who Cris saw? Maybe it did. And if so Rowan was afraid Alfarinn would find him a poor candidate. He had little to offer aside from the fact that he miraculously made Christian happy. He wasn't foolish enough to think that that counted for nothing but he was very much aware of his status as a tiny fish in a big sea.
"All right," he said with a happy smile. "Let us see if we can, indeed, drag Elder Alfarinn out to dinner. And then the dancing or whatever, as you put it, because by then I am going to be going crazy to hold you close. Now," he said, smoothing his hands down his lover's back, cupping the muscles of his ass, pulling him close, "are we done with tomorrow night? Can we go back to what I'm about to do to you? That whole 'turning Cris into mush' thing?"
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris raised his eyebrows at Rowan before dropping his head to his lover's chest with a heavy dramatic sigh at the question of whether or not he was happy about being loved into a state of collapse. "Oh, if you must." Another sigh. "I will bear it for your sake." He grinned. "hopefully quite often."
He smiled at his companion and explained about their elder. "Of course he can, but he has a work ethic like the rest of us. Alfarinn just likes to pretend he doesn't." Christian shrugged. "I don't understand it myself but there you go. Perhaps it is a hold over from playing the young 'good for very little' playboy vampire child of Megan. Now he can't really afford that ruse. It did not work very well anyway; only new vampires were likely to believe it or not know who he was." Cris smiled. "Of course, Alfarinn found use in the information gained by new vampires who thought he was young and naive like the rest of them. He enjoyed their fresh perspective."
Tomorrow's plans were quickly decided. Christian sent a message to Alfarinn to let him know that he was invited to dinner. The response was quick and amused. Something about how the man was glad that they were thinking of him. Cris sensed a bit of sarcasm there but quickly pushed it aside because Rowan's 'threats' were far more pleasant to contemplate.
"He says the night after would be better."
Smiling his companion, he sighed happily. "Certainly, let's get back to that. I am at your mercy." Or delightful lack thereof, Cris added to himself.
He smiled at his companion and explained about their elder. "Of course he can, but he has a work ethic like the rest of us. Alfarinn just likes to pretend he doesn't." Christian shrugged. "I don't understand it myself but there you go. Perhaps it is a hold over from playing the young 'good for very little' playboy vampire child of Megan. Now he can't really afford that ruse. It did not work very well anyway; only new vampires were likely to believe it or not know who he was." Cris smiled. "Of course, Alfarinn found use in the information gained by new vampires who thought he was young and naive like the rest of them. He enjoyed their fresh perspective."
Tomorrow's plans were quickly decided. Christian sent a message to Alfarinn to let him know that he was invited to dinner. The response was quick and amused. Something about how the man was glad that they were thinking of him. Cris sensed a bit of sarcasm there but quickly pushed it aside because Rowan's 'threats' were far more pleasant to contemplate.
"He says the night after would be better."
Smiling his companion, he sighed happily. "Certainly, let's get back to that. I am at your mercy." Or delightful lack thereof, Cris added to himself.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan held Cris's head close to his chest, stroking his soft blond hair, letting his hand slide down to softly massage the back of his neck. He smiled at Cris's playful nature; he loved this mood in Cris. It was irresistible. Of course, his other moods were too.
"You're so brave, taking one... well several... for the team," he said, his voice highly amused.
He listened quietly, only nodding, while Cris explained about Alfarinn, and then smiled a little wider as tomorrow night's plans were decided, their meeting with Alfarinn put off for the night after, when Rowan figure he should be able to get off work in time. They could discuss what exactly dinner would entail... later. His lover's capitulation made him happy and he didn't hesitate to show it.
Lifting himself up he kissed Cris softly, then rolled over and lay him gently on the bed.
Rowan left Cris for a moment and moved to the bags they'd discarded upon entering the bedroom. He found one of the little tubes of warming lotion, opened it, and returned to where Cris lay upon the soft bed.
"Have I told you yet tonight, you're beautiful?" Rowan tilted his head and smiled at Cris.
Stretching out alongside his lover Rowan propped his head on one hand, leaning down to kiss Cris with deep, lingering passion. He let his hand cup Cris's cheek as he did and then, as he pulled away from Cris's mouth, let his free hand trail over Cris's side, up and down.
"I can't stop touching you. I love to please you," he added softly.
He dipped his index finger into the warming gel, kissing Cris once again, reaching over to use the tip of his finger to make a tiny gel-circle around the raised bead of Cris's nipple. He felt the warmth immediately upon his fingertip, hoping it felt similarly good to Cris.
Moving down a bit he enclosed the other nipple in his mouth. While his thumb and forefinger played with the one side, his teeth and tongue took control of the other. He stayed where he was for a little while, simply enjoying the taste and feel of Cris.
"You're so brave, taking one... well several... for the team," he said, his voice highly amused.
He listened quietly, only nodding, while Cris explained about Alfarinn, and then smiled a little wider as tomorrow night's plans were decided, their meeting with Alfarinn put off for the night after, when Rowan figure he should be able to get off work in time. They could discuss what exactly dinner would entail... later. His lover's capitulation made him happy and he didn't hesitate to show it.
Lifting himself up he kissed Cris softly, then rolled over and lay him gently on the bed.
Rowan left Cris for a moment and moved to the bags they'd discarded upon entering the bedroom. He found one of the little tubes of warming lotion, opened it, and returned to where Cris lay upon the soft bed.
"Have I told you yet tonight, you're beautiful?" Rowan tilted his head and smiled at Cris.
Stretching out alongside his lover Rowan propped his head on one hand, leaning down to kiss Cris with deep, lingering passion. He let his hand cup Cris's cheek as he did and then, as he pulled away from Cris's mouth, let his free hand trail over Cris's side, up and down.
"I can't stop touching you. I love to please you," he added softly.
He dipped his index finger into the warming gel, kissing Cris once again, reaching over to use the tip of his finger to make a tiny gel-circle around the raised bead of Cris's nipple. He felt the warmth immediately upon his fingertip, hoping it felt similarly good to Cris.
Moving down a bit he enclosed the other nipple in his mouth. While his thumb and forefinger played with the one side, his teeth and tongue took control of the other. He stayed where he was for a little while, simply enjoying the taste and feel of Cris.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris sighed contentedly as Rowan's fingers pushed through his hair and then down the back of his neck. He rubbed his cheek against his lover's chest, closing his eyes and enjoying the light touches of Rowan's hand. "Mmmhmmm, very brave." He sighed again happily. "very noble."
He smiled and lay still when his partner sat up and placed him back on the bed. Christian watched through the screen of his lashes as Rowan rummaged through their purchases earlier in the evening; somehow he doubted that his lover was getting out his Swiss Army pen, despite its many uses.
Cris returned the kiss with eager passion, disappointed when it ended. His smile returned when Rowan pronounced him beautiful. Silently shaking his head in answer to the question, Cris was simply glad that his lover thought so. He knew that his looks, slight and delicate, weren't for everyone. Cris was also happy that Rowan did not judge him by them.
His companion had come back to the bed with one of the gels. It was quickly apparent which one as Rowan made a small circle on one nipple and it began to become warm and somewhat tingly. Christian watched his lover in anticipation as Rowan bent down to the other and took it into his mouth. He moaned softly as his partner worked the first, sensitive with the gel, between his fingers. The feel of both being teased so well made it difficult to lay still. Christian combed delicately through the strands of his lover's bright red hair, enjoying the cool silken feel of it. [You are quite talented with that tongue of yours.] Cris sighed softly again, and added with a mischievous smile. [such words are always exciting to hear.]
He smiled and lay still when his partner sat up and placed him back on the bed. Christian watched through the screen of his lashes as Rowan rummaged through their purchases earlier in the evening; somehow he doubted that his lover was getting out his Swiss Army pen, despite its many uses.
Cris returned the kiss with eager passion, disappointed when it ended. His smile returned when Rowan pronounced him beautiful. Silently shaking his head in answer to the question, Cris was simply glad that his lover thought so. He knew that his looks, slight and delicate, weren't for everyone. Cris was also happy that Rowan did not judge him by them.
His companion had come back to the bed with one of the gels. It was quickly apparent which one as Rowan made a small circle on one nipple and it began to become warm and somewhat tingly. Christian watched his lover in anticipation as Rowan bent down to the other and took it into his mouth. He moaned softly as his partner worked the first, sensitive with the gel, between his fingers. The feel of both being teased so well made it difficult to lay still. Christian combed delicately through the strands of his lover's bright red hair, enjoying the cool silken feel of it. [You are quite talented with that tongue of yours.] Cris sighed softly again, and added with a mischievous smile. [such words are always exciting to hear.]
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan gently, affectionately, bit down for a moment, letting go after a brief tug and a flick of said talented tongue. Reaching down and to the side for the little remote Cris had set aside earlier, Rowan located it and picked it back up.
Reaching out one hand, he took Christian's in his and pulled him up into a sitting position, then, realizing his lover's lips were once more in close proximity, he kissed him again. When he broke away Rowan moved around behind Cris and sat, spreading his legs, pulling his partner back against him so he was resting against the head board and Cris was resting against his chest. Wrapping his arms around Cris once more Rowan took advantage of his greater height to lean down and gently kiss the back of Cris's neck, traveling down and across one shoulder.
He loosened his hold on Cris just long enough to peer over his shoulder. Holding the remote in his palm he turned it on to the middle setting and tucked it into Cris's hand. "For safekeeping," he said mischievously.
With his hands free now, or mostly free, Rowan let them wind themselves back around Cris. One went to the nipple he'd coated in gel before, rubbing gently, teasing, using the pad of his finger to create a delightful friction against the sensitive skin. His other hand wandered lower, reaching down to brush against the inside of Cris's thigh, drifting lazily along until he reached the base of his partner's erection. Grasping it gently he stroked slowly, his motions meant to give pleasure but not to drive toward climax; not yet.
"Is this all right?" he murmured softly, his lips very close to Cris's ear, which he paused briefly to suck gently on. "I want to know what you want. I want to give you exactly what you crave, whatever it is."
Rowan never meant for Cris to lie still and take it. Not unless that was his desire. He enjoyed teasing Cris, for sure, but he thought his favorite times with him so far were when they were playing with each other, tangled around each other, where they seemed to be of one mind and one body.
He had already fulfilled Cris's first wish tonight, lying there to let Cris have his way, which had been almost insanely good. But Rowan's wish was to keep granting them. So he waited for Cris's response, letting his fangs graze lightly over Cris's neck, from the side, to the back, around to the other side, interspersing his journey with a line of gentle kisses as his hands touched and caressed.
Reaching out one hand, he took Christian's in his and pulled him up into a sitting position, then, realizing his lover's lips were once more in close proximity, he kissed him again. When he broke away Rowan moved around behind Cris and sat, spreading his legs, pulling his partner back against him so he was resting against the head board and Cris was resting against his chest. Wrapping his arms around Cris once more Rowan took advantage of his greater height to lean down and gently kiss the back of Cris's neck, traveling down and across one shoulder.
He loosened his hold on Cris just long enough to peer over his shoulder. Holding the remote in his palm he turned it on to the middle setting and tucked it into Cris's hand. "For safekeeping," he said mischievously.
With his hands free now, or mostly free, Rowan let them wind themselves back around Cris. One went to the nipple he'd coated in gel before, rubbing gently, teasing, using the pad of his finger to create a delightful friction against the sensitive skin. His other hand wandered lower, reaching down to brush against the inside of Cris's thigh, drifting lazily along until he reached the base of his partner's erection. Grasping it gently he stroked slowly, his motions meant to give pleasure but not to drive toward climax; not yet.
"Is this all right?" he murmured softly, his lips very close to Cris's ear, which he paused briefly to suck gently on. "I want to know what you want. I want to give you exactly what you crave, whatever it is."
Rowan never meant for Cris to lie still and take it. Not unless that was his desire. He enjoyed teasing Cris, for sure, but he thought his favorite times with him so far were when they were playing with each other, tangled around each other, where they seemed to be of one mind and one body.
He had already fulfilled Cris's first wish tonight, lying there to let Cris have his way, which had been almost insanely good. But Rowan's wish was to keep granting them. So he waited for Cris's response, letting his fangs graze lightly over Cris's neck, from the side, to the back, around to the other side, interspersing his journey with a line of gentle kisses as his hands touched and caressed.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian gasped softly at Rowan's gentle bite and teasing tug on his nipple. He suppressed his the needy sound that threatened to escape his lips as his lover pulled away.
Cris found the new arrangement quite comfortable and happily leaned against his partner. Rowan was wrapped around him; it was a good feeling. A shiver ran down his spine as his lover's lips lightly touched the back of his neck and continued to move down one side. He swept his hands absently along his companion's thighs, his eyes closed as he concentrated on the feel of Rowan's mouth on his skin.
He moaned softly as the remote was turned on once more. It had been off long enough to almost forget about it while he was focused on Rowan. The renewed vibration was enough to make him squirm a bit and his hands squeezed his lover's legs tightly for a long moment while he became accustomed to it renewed sensation.
Looking down at the little remote now placed in his hand, Cris nodded and then relaxed into his partner again. His lover's hands moving back over sensitive places had him quickly, and pleasantly, tense once more. Christian moaned softly at the feel of Rowan's hand stroking him gently.
"I crave you." He sighed softly and answered his lover's questions. "Its perfect. Any time you touch me. Its perfect."
Fangs grazed across his skin and Cris could no longer think straight. He hoped his answer was adequate because he did not think he could honestly make much more sense. There was no clear request; he simply wanted Rowan to keep touching him, to keep kissing him. That's all he needed.
Cris found the new arrangement quite comfortable and happily leaned against his partner. Rowan was wrapped around him; it was a good feeling. A shiver ran down his spine as his lover's lips lightly touched the back of his neck and continued to move down one side. He swept his hands absently along his companion's thighs, his eyes closed as he concentrated on the feel of Rowan's mouth on his skin.
He moaned softly as the remote was turned on once more. It had been off long enough to almost forget about it while he was focused on Rowan. The renewed vibration was enough to make him squirm a bit and his hands squeezed his lover's legs tightly for a long moment while he became accustomed to it renewed sensation.
Looking down at the little remote now placed in his hand, Cris nodded and then relaxed into his partner again. His lover's hands moving back over sensitive places had him quickly, and pleasantly, tense once more. Christian moaned softly at the feel of Rowan's hand stroking him gently.
"I crave you." He sighed softly and answered his lover's questions. "Its perfect. Any time you touch me. Its perfect."
Fangs grazed across his skin and Cris could no longer think straight. He hoped his answer was adequate because he did not think he could honestly make much more sense. There was no clear request; he simply wanted Rowan to keep touching him, to keep kissing him. That's all he needed.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan loved that Cris relaxed into his embrace so readily; having his lover in his arms was delicious. Feeling him relax was even more so. The tension that followed was just as pleasant, knowing the reason for it.
Cris's words made him smile. It was so gratifying to know his attentions were well-received but more than that, he knew Cris didn't care for him because of his physical capabilities. It was always more with Cris, and that was why Rowan couldn't fathom doing this with anyone else anymore. His heart was every bit as engaged as the rest of him.
"What a happy coincidence," he murmured softly against the sensitive skin of Christian's ear. "I crave you too. And I don't plan to stop touching you. Not for as long as you still want me."
He ran his tongue in soft wet circles on the nape of Cris's neck once more, sucking softly at first then a bit harder. It hadn't escaped his notice that Cris seemed to enjoy being touched there so Rowan tried to do so when he could. He wanted to please Cris... for a long time. Centuries, if he could manage it.
"Do you like this?" Rowan gently bit his way over Christian's shoulder, sucking at the delicate skin behind his ear.
Releasing Cris's nipple Rowan found the tube of lubricant gel again. He let go with his other hand long enough to squeeze a small amount into the palm of his hand. He worked it around a little bit. While he did so he returned the one hand to its gentle teasing of Christian's nipple, retaining a little bit of gel and applying it in soft circles to the other side of his partner's chest.
"How about that?" Once again he used the slightly rougher pad of his fingertip to coat the hard little bud with warming gel.
Finally he wrapped his hand around the delightfully hot-hard cock in front of him. He didn't stroke immediately. Instead he continued to hold on while the warming components took effect. When he felt it, he slowly began to work his hand over Cris's hardened erection, sliding his hand up to the velvety tip, circling with his thumb, and sliding back down.
"And this?" he breathed softly in Cris's ear.
Finally, having intensified each of the sensations he'd begun with, Rowan tilted his head down once again, this time angling himself behind Cris's ear. He drew a circle with his tongue, sucked softly, and then gently bit into Cris's neck, drawing slowly, hands working in concert.
Releasing Cris's neck after a few moments, wanting to draw this whole experience out some, Rowan slowly licked it clean. "How about that?"
Cris's words made him smile. It was so gratifying to know his attentions were well-received but more than that, he knew Cris didn't care for him because of his physical capabilities. It was always more with Cris, and that was why Rowan couldn't fathom doing this with anyone else anymore. His heart was every bit as engaged as the rest of him.
"What a happy coincidence," he murmured softly against the sensitive skin of Christian's ear. "I crave you too. And I don't plan to stop touching you. Not for as long as you still want me."
He ran his tongue in soft wet circles on the nape of Cris's neck once more, sucking softly at first then a bit harder. It hadn't escaped his notice that Cris seemed to enjoy being touched there so Rowan tried to do so when he could. He wanted to please Cris... for a long time. Centuries, if he could manage it.
"Do you like this?" Rowan gently bit his way over Christian's shoulder, sucking at the delicate skin behind his ear.
Releasing Cris's nipple Rowan found the tube of lubricant gel again. He let go with his other hand long enough to squeeze a small amount into the palm of his hand. He worked it around a little bit. While he did so he returned the one hand to its gentle teasing of Christian's nipple, retaining a little bit of gel and applying it in soft circles to the other side of his partner's chest.
"How about that?" Once again he used the slightly rougher pad of his fingertip to coat the hard little bud with warming gel.
Finally he wrapped his hand around the delightfully hot-hard cock in front of him. He didn't stroke immediately. Instead he continued to hold on while the warming components took effect. When he felt it, he slowly began to work his hand over Cris's hardened erection, sliding his hand up to the velvety tip, circling with his thumb, and sliding back down.
"And this?" he breathed softly in Cris's ear.
Finally, having intensified each of the sensations he'd begun with, Rowan tilted his head down once again, this time angling himself behind Cris's ear. He drew a circle with his tongue, sucked softly, and then gently bit into Cris's neck, drawing slowly, hands working in concert.
Releasing Cris's neck after a few moments, wanting to draw this whole experience out some, Rowan slowly licked it clean. "How about that?"
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian bowed his head, giving his lover better access to the back of his neck. Rowan was making every nerve in his body come fantastically alive with all the attention he was giving that particular spot. A part of him marveled at how quickly his partner could have him panting and wanting more.
"Yes" He answered Rowan's question a little breathlessly.
He watched in anticipation as his lover coated his hand with the warming gel. Rowan spread the substance on the nipple that had so far remained free from attention. His partner's finger was creating delightful friction on the very sensitive place. Cris tilted his head back against his lover's chest, arching slightly against the hand that toyed with him.
"God, yes." He responded to Rowan's next question.
Christian gasped loudly as his lover wrapped his gel coated hand around him. The warmth and lack of movement was almost unbearable. Cris panted softly, grasping his lover's thighs tightly, willing Rowan to stroke him. The hand around him began to move, spreading the tingling warmth along his entire length, his lover's thumb circling over the top. He moaned, falling back against Rowan once more, his breath leaving him shuddering breaths as the tension of anticipation left him and a mounting hunger for more created a different kind of pressure.
His response to Rowan's question this time was sort of a disbelieving chuckle, between the sighs and moans that his partner's hands were eliciting from him. Eventually he managed a distracted
"Mmmhmm."
Cris cried out in shocked pleasure at Rowan's bite, tilting his head and pushing against his lover's fangs. By this point he was deliriously desperate for every touch that his partner gave him. The teasing voice once again asked him how he liked the experience. Christian didn't speak immediately, catching his breath while Rowan slowly licked the small wound. Eventually he managed a breathless whisper.
"More, please...more."
He was not entirely sure what he was asking, himself, so he hoped Rowan didn't ask him to clarify. Did he want his lover to continue his amazingly talented teasing that was driving him quickly to the brink of sanity? Or was he asking for the kind of 'more' that would quickly push him over the edge of pleasure, granting him a release? Cris trusted Rowan to use his best judgment, certain that it would be perfect whatever his partner chose.
"Yes" He answered Rowan's question a little breathlessly.
He watched in anticipation as his lover coated his hand with the warming gel. Rowan spread the substance on the nipple that had so far remained free from attention. His partner's finger was creating delightful friction on the very sensitive place. Cris tilted his head back against his lover's chest, arching slightly against the hand that toyed with him.
"God, yes." He responded to Rowan's next question.
Christian gasped loudly as his lover wrapped his gel coated hand around him. The warmth and lack of movement was almost unbearable. Cris panted softly, grasping his lover's thighs tightly, willing Rowan to stroke him. The hand around him began to move, spreading the tingling warmth along his entire length, his lover's thumb circling over the top. He moaned, falling back against Rowan once more, his breath leaving him shuddering breaths as the tension of anticipation left him and a mounting hunger for more created a different kind of pressure.
His response to Rowan's question this time was sort of a disbelieving chuckle, between the sighs and moans that his partner's hands were eliciting from him. Eventually he managed a distracted
"Mmmhmm."
Cris cried out in shocked pleasure at Rowan's bite, tilting his head and pushing against his lover's fangs. By this point he was deliriously desperate for every touch that his partner gave him. The teasing voice once again asked him how he liked the experience. Christian didn't speak immediately, catching his breath while Rowan slowly licked the small wound. Eventually he managed a breathless whisper.
"More, please...more."
He was not entirely sure what he was asking, himself, so he hoped Rowan didn't ask him to clarify. Did he want his lover to continue his amazingly talented teasing that was driving him quickly to the brink of sanity? Or was he asking for the kind of 'more' that would quickly push him over the edge of pleasure, granting him a release? Cris trusted Rowan to use his best judgment, certain that it would be perfect whatever his partner chose.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan closed his eyes and savored every gasp, every moan, every movement Cris made as he responded so passionately to Rowan's touch. There was something so exciting about being completely in tune with his lover, igniting such feeling with his gentle touches. His heart pounded just holding Cris in this position, stroking him, teasing him, kissing him.
The sensations were strong; the emotions high as well. Rowan found himself hard once more, his erection pressing against Cris's back in a way that couldn't possibly be comfortable. There were solutions here though. Cris's voice, begging breathlessly, evoked a groan of desire from Rowan in response.
"More," he repeated with a soft laugh. "You have all of me. But as long as I'm capable, I will keep trying to give you more than that."
There was no doubt in Rowan's mind that this was no brief affair, over and done with in a month. For as long as he lived Cris would be in his head and in his heart. He was well on his way to loving him and Rowan welcomed it. He would keep doing everything he could do to show it.
He kept one hand busy, gently stroking, slowly back and forth over Cris's shaft, kept slick with the help of the warming gel. The other hand he let go, running it softly down Cris's side to his hip. He lifted Cris just a bit, sliding his hand beneath him, teasing his opening with gel-slick fingers, feeling the gentle pulsing of the little toy within.
"Cris," he murmured into his lover's ear, biting it gently, "Do you want me? Like this?"
He needed to know. They were still feeling each other out in some ways; Rowan knew Cris was usually the dominant partner... usually. He didn't want to inadvertently cross a line that would push this into the realm of discomfort for his lover.
He sighed softly while he waited for the answer, breathing warmly across the nape of Cris's neck, leaning down to kiss him gently. His hand continued to stroke relentlessly, but not hard. Not yet.
Cris spoke and Rowan smiled at the answer. "Yes, Rowan, like this." Cris smiled softly, still breathless with desire. "And any other way we can think of."
Rowan returned the smile, his lips against his lover's neck. Reaching back around Cris, he took the little remote from his hand and turned it off. Setting it aside, he opened the nightstand drawer and took out a hand towel. Putting that aside he gently reached back beneath Cris and carefully removed the vibrator. He placed it on the towel and put that aside with the remote.
The entire time he had continued his easy, almost casual caressing of Cris's erection. Now he left off for a moment, retrieving the warming gel once more, using it to liberally coat his own shaft. He set the tube aside once more.
With one hand beneath his partner again he took himself in the other. They worked together; Cris rose as Rowan gently pressed his tip against his partner's opening, stroking with his fingers before penetrating slowly, inch by inch, the warming gel creating a tingling heated sensation that made him moan with pleasure.
"Oh god." He pressed himself up, removed his hands and wrapped them once more around Cris, shuddering with ecstasy. He rested his head briefly against Cris's shoulder, basking in the feel of him, the perfection of this entire moment.
"Perfect," he whispered against Cris's back, agreeing with Cris's previous sentiment. "You are perfect for me."
The sensations were strong; the emotions high as well. Rowan found himself hard once more, his erection pressing against Cris's back in a way that couldn't possibly be comfortable. There were solutions here though. Cris's voice, begging breathlessly, evoked a groan of desire from Rowan in response.
"More," he repeated with a soft laugh. "You have all of me. But as long as I'm capable, I will keep trying to give you more than that."
There was no doubt in Rowan's mind that this was no brief affair, over and done with in a month. For as long as he lived Cris would be in his head and in his heart. He was well on his way to loving him and Rowan welcomed it. He would keep doing everything he could do to show it.
He kept one hand busy, gently stroking, slowly back and forth over Cris's shaft, kept slick with the help of the warming gel. The other hand he let go, running it softly down Cris's side to his hip. He lifted Cris just a bit, sliding his hand beneath him, teasing his opening with gel-slick fingers, feeling the gentle pulsing of the little toy within.
"Cris," he murmured into his lover's ear, biting it gently, "Do you want me? Like this?"
He needed to know. They were still feeling each other out in some ways; Rowan knew Cris was usually the dominant partner... usually. He didn't want to inadvertently cross a line that would push this into the realm of discomfort for his lover.
He sighed softly while he waited for the answer, breathing warmly across the nape of Cris's neck, leaning down to kiss him gently. His hand continued to stroke relentlessly, but not hard. Not yet.
Cris spoke and Rowan smiled at the answer. "Yes, Rowan, like this." Cris smiled softly, still breathless with desire. "And any other way we can think of."
Rowan returned the smile, his lips against his lover's neck. Reaching back around Cris, he took the little remote from his hand and turned it off. Setting it aside, he opened the nightstand drawer and took out a hand towel. Putting that aside he gently reached back beneath Cris and carefully removed the vibrator. He placed it on the towel and put that aside with the remote.
The entire time he had continued his easy, almost casual caressing of Cris's erection. Now he left off for a moment, retrieving the warming gel once more, using it to liberally coat his own shaft. He set the tube aside once more.
With one hand beneath his partner again he took himself in the other. They worked together; Cris rose as Rowan gently pressed his tip against his partner's opening, stroking with his fingers before penetrating slowly, inch by inch, the warming gel creating a tingling heated sensation that made him moan with pleasure.
"Oh god." He pressed himself up, removed his hands and wrapped them once more around Cris, shuddering with ecstasy. He rested his head briefly against Cris's shoulder, basking in the feel of him, the perfection of this entire moment.
"Perfect," he whispered against Cris's back, agreeing with Cris's previous sentiment. "You are perfect for me."
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian smiled when his lover protested that he already had all of him. Happily remaining silent on the matter of greedily wanting all that his companion had to offer.
Rowan's fingertips teasing him, brushing the vibrator and making him moan softly. He longed to give his lover more access to it. He waited to see what Rowan had in mind, trusting that the fingertips were a prelude to something more. The quiet voice in his ear made his partner's intentions clear.
Cris considered Rowan's question, the heat of passion cooling ever so slightly as he thought over what was being asked of him. Could he does this, like this, could he trust his lover to make it mean something different than it had in the past? The answer was surprisingly easy.
"Yes, Rowan, like this." Cris smiled softly, still breathless with desire but determined to make himself clear. "And any other way we can think of."
He was relieved of the little remote that he had almost forgotten about. His lover pulled the vibrator out and set it aside. The hand towel in the nightstand suggested to him that Rowan was prepared for long solitary voyages or perhaps not so solitary ones, either way it was convenient.
The hand around him was removed as his lover coated himself. Christian waited patiently, knowing what was to come, wondering how the warming gel would add to the sensation.
As it turns out, the feeling was intense, but amazing. Cris moaned softly at the first feel of Rowan entering him and again louder as he sank fully down onto his lover's erection, hot and hard inside him. His partner's exclamation echoed his sentiment more expressively.
The feel of Rowan leaning against his back and the words that told him that his lover was taking so much pleasure from being here with him like this told Cris that he had definitely made the right choice. "I want to always be perfect for you."
Christian began to slowly raise and lower himself, first in long slow thrusts, pulling nearly all the way off before sliding down again, gasping each time with the feel of Rowan deep inside him. Eventually he settled into a steady rhythm, not having the patience to tease his partner appropriately at the moment. He was fairly certain Rowan would understand exactly why.
Rowan's fingertips teasing him, brushing the vibrator and making him moan softly. He longed to give his lover more access to it. He waited to see what Rowan had in mind, trusting that the fingertips were a prelude to something more. The quiet voice in his ear made his partner's intentions clear.
Cris considered Rowan's question, the heat of passion cooling ever so slightly as he thought over what was being asked of him. Could he does this, like this, could he trust his lover to make it mean something different than it had in the past? The answer was surprisingly easy.
"Yes, Rowan, like this." Cris smiled softly, still breathless with desire but determined to make himself clear. "And any other way we can think of."
He was relieved of the little remote that he had almost forgotten about. His lover pulled the vibrator out and set it aside. The hand towel in the nightstand suggested to him that Rowan was prepared for long solitary voyages or perhaps not so solitary ones, either way it was convenient.
The hand around him was removed as his lover coated himself. Christian waited patiently, knowing what was to come, wondering how the warming gel would add to the sensation.
As it turns out, the feeling was intense, but amazing. Cris moaned softly at the first feel of Rowan entering him and again louder as he sank fully down onto his lover's erection, hot and hard inside him. His partner's exclamation echoed his sentiment more expressively.
The feel of Rowan leaning against his back and the words that told him that his lover was taking so much pleasure from being here with him like this told Cris that he had definitely made the right choice. "I want to always be perfect for you."
Christian began to slowly raise and lower himself, first in long slow thrusts, pulling nearly all the way off before sliding down again, gasping each time with the feel of Rowan deep inside him. Eventually he settled into a steady rhythm, not having the patience to tease his partner appropriately at the moment. He was fairly certain Rowan would understand exactly why.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan tightened his embrace for a moment at Cris's response, holding him tightly and giving a soft 'mmm' of delight. He loosened his arms as Cris began to move, letting his hands slide down to his partner's hips and resting them there without trying to alter Cris's movements in any way. Each time Cris took him in he gasped and Rowan echoed the sound with a low groan. The feel of his lover sliding away, almost completely disengaging, and then meeting him again as he thrust deeply was incredible. His fingers tightened on Cris's hips and he had to remind himself to let go. He knew Cris's feelings about this particular position and he wanted Cris to have the freedom to move as he wanted, as he needed.
As they settled into a constant pace Rowan wrapped his arms around Cris once more, one hand returning to grasp his cock firmly, stroking him in earnest in time with their rhythm. With the renewed motion came the return of that tingling warmth. He could feel it in his hand and hopefully Cris could feel it too. As they moved together Rowan brushed his other hand up, smoothing it over Cris's stomach to his chest, pausing to play with each hardened nipple again, circling with his fingers, pinching softly. Finally he rested his hand on Cris's breast, over his heart, holding him gently while they rode waves of pleasure together, toward an inevitable brink.
Curling around Cris from behind Rowan tilted his head down to once more lave Cris's neck with his tongue, sucking softly, biting gently. He teased with his fangs again, pressing them against his lover's neck once more, as if about to bite, and then pulling away again to kiss a soft trail to another spot and repeat the process.
"Just be you," he murmured gently between kisses as his hand worked his partner slightly harder, slightly faster, pushing him toward the edge. "That will always be enough."
There was no exaggeration; Rowan wasn't so much of a romantic that he expected anyone to change for him. He liked what he saw in Cris; the good things, the bad things, the quirks and flaws as well as the beauty of his soul. Rowan loved it all, wouldn't take anything but the whole package.
As they settled into a constant pace Rowan wrapped his arms around Cris once more, one hand returning to grasp his cock firmly, stroking him in earnest in time with their rhythm. With the renewed motion came the return of that tingling warmth. He could feel it in his hand and hopefully Cris could feel it too. As they moved together Rowan brushed his other hand up, smoothing it over Cris's stomach to his chest, pausing to play with each hardened nipple again, circling with his fingers, pinching softly. Finally he rested his hand on Cris's breast, over his heart, holding him gently while they rode waves of pleasure together, toward an inevitable brink.
Curling around Cris from behind Rowan tilted his head down to once more lave Cris's neck with his tongue, sucking softly, biting gently. He teased with his fangs again, pressing them against his lover's neck once more, as if about to bite, and then pulling away again to kiss a soft trail to another spot and repeat the process.
"Just be you," he murmured gently between kisses as his hand worked his partner slightly harder, slightly faster, pushing him toward the edge. "That will always be enough."
There was no exaggeration; Rowan wasn't so much of a romantic that he expected anyone to change for him. He liked what he saw in Cris; the good things, the bad things, the quirks and flaws as well as the beauty of his soul. Rowan loved it all, wouldn't take anything but the whole package.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Rowan hands tightened and then loosened again on his hips, Cris brushed his own hands lightly over his lover's appreciating the understanding behind his partner's gesture. Then he brought one up and cupped it at the back of Rowan's neck, his fingers digging just into the edge of his companion's hair.
His lover reached down and grasped his erection once more, stroking it firmly. The oil began to grow warm quite quickly with such vigorous movement, Cris gasped, tilting head back and closing his eyes. The sensations were nearly overwhelming already, Rowan deep inside him, his body made more sensitive to each thrust by the heated gel, the hand working him in a steady rhythm, the feel of his lover behind him, comforting instead of aggressive...His lover then added yet another stimulus by rubbing and pinching his already thoroughly teased nipples. Cris moaned and clamped his eyes shut tighter, trying to stall the inevitable.
The hand on his chest stilled and Christian breathed out a small sigh. He was not sure if it was relief or disappointment. Rowan began kissing and nibbling his neck and he knew that if his lover bit down that it would be the end of him. Several times there was the graze of fangs and his heart raced just a bit faster before his partner moved away. [Tease.] The accusation was sent with amused good humor; he enjoyed every moment of his lover's attentions and would not change one thing about them.
He was not sure if it was the hand stroking him relentlessly or the accepting, tender words that finally drove him over the edge. Christian cried out, holding tightly to Rowan's neck, his back arched. His eyes flew open but he made no sense of what they saw for long moments as the force of his climax coursed through him. After the waves of pleasure finally died to small faint tremors, he began moving again, working quickly back up to the pounding rhythm of moments before.
"God, you feel good." He sighed happily as he rode his lover, his hand once more weaving into the silken strands of Rowan's hair. Cris curled his fingers and tugged gently, relaxing his hold and then tugging lightly again.
His lover reached down and grasped his erection once more, stroking it firmly. The oil began to grow warm quite quickly with such vigorous movement, Cris gasped, tilting head back and closing his eyes. The sensations were nearly overwhelming already, Rowan deep inside him, his body made more sensitive to each thrust by the heated gel, the hand working him in a steady rhythm, the feel of his lover behind him, comforting instead of aggressive...His lover then added yet another stimulus by rubbing and pinching his already thoroughly teased nipples. Cris moaned and clamped his eyes shut tighter, trying to stall the inevitable.
The hand on his chest stilled and Christian breathed out a small sigh. He was not sure if it was relief or disappointment. Rowan began kissing and nibbling his neck and he knew that if his lover bit down that it would be the end of him. Several times there was the graze of fangs and his heart raced just a bit faster before his partner moved away. [Tease.] The accusation was sent with amused good humor; he enjoyed every moment of his lover's attentions and would not change one thing about them.
He was not sure if it was the hand stroking him relentlessly or the accepting, tender words that finally drove him over the edge. Christian cried out, holding tightly to Rowan's neck, his back arched. His eyes flew open but he made no sense of what they saw for long moments as the force of his climax coursed through him. After the waves of pleasure finally died to small faint tremors, he began moving again, working quickly back up to the pounding rhythm of moments before.
"God, you feel good." He sighed happily as he rode his lover, his hand once more weaving into the silken strands of Rowan's hair. Cris curled his fingers and tugged gently, relaxing his hold and then tugging lightly again.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan leaned his head back a little when Cris hand came up to the back of his neck. He loved being touched by Cris; every little caress drove him wild, every little touch was received like a gift. The voice in his head was, as usual, every bit as much an aphrodisiac as anything else could have been, even if it was just the one tiny word.
Rowan smiled against Cris's neck and replied out loud, "Maybe a little bit."
He could feel Cris getting closer to his release, recognizing signs he was happily amazed to know heralded that point. He felt Cris's body tighten into a rictus of pleasure as he came, felt the pulsations in his hand, felt the heat of Cris's seed as it erupted forth, spilling over to his hand. He considered that as Cris slowly began to move once more, working Rowan deep inside of him until he reached the same intense pace they'd been at just moments before.
He leaned forward a little, raising his hand, sure Cris could see him at the angle they were at. Slowly, greedily, he licked his hand, giving a soft sigh at the taste of Cris's delicious muskiness as it hit his tongue. "You taste good."
Cris's hand buried itself further into his hair and tugged, sending waves of delight from his scalp down his spine. He moaned at the sensations, the smell of Cris so close to him, the feel of him, wrapped tightly around Rowan's shaft, his taste... everything overwhelmed him.
He felt Cris's hand tighten in his hair when it became apparent he liked it. Within a minute or two he was ready, eager, falling over the precipice as he lost the battle to not get too forward with his partner. Rowan gasped and groaned, the hand wrapped around Cris dropping to his waist and clutching him close as he thrust powerfully up into Cris once, twice, those two final strokes delivered as he whispered Cris's name softly.
Rowan came with a growled cry, his body stiffening, relaxing with each subsequent wave of sensation. He was left panting, reeling, still holding Cris though this time it was more as an attempt to keep himself upright than anything else. He slowly released his arm so Cris could move, but he didn't let go all the way. Instead he eased himself carefully out and curled up behind Cris once more, nuzzling his nose into Cris's neck with a shaky sigh of mingled disbelief and contentment.
"You're incredible," he said softly. "I think you're the bravest person I know."
He knew there had to have been a moment of doubt for Cris in there somewhere. He still remembered his first glimpse into Cris's emotions, the fear he saw there. He remembered Cris's words about having made himself miserable. Yet at no point dd Cris hesitate with Rowan. He exposed himself trustingly, willing to risk his heart, and Rowan knew what a rare gesture that had to be.
"I love that about you," Rowan said, pressing a soft kiss to Cris's shoulder. There was a lot about Cris to love.
Rowan smiled against Cris's neck and replied out loud, "Maybe a little bit."
He could feel Cris getting closer to his release, recognizing signs he was happily amazed to know heralded that point. He felt Cris's body tighten into a rictus of pleasure as he came, felt the pulsations in his hand, felt the heat of Cris's seed as it erupted forth, spilling over to his hand. He considered that as Cris slowly began to move once more, working Rowan deep inside of him until he reached the same intense pace they'd been at just moments before.
He leaned forward a little, raising his hand, sure Cris could see him at the angle they were at. Slowly, greedily, he licked his hand, giving a soft sigh at the taste of Cris's delicious muskiness as it hit his tongue. "You taste good."
Cris's hand buried itself further into his hair and tugged, sending waves of delight from his scalp down his spine. He moaned at the sensations, the smell of Cris so close to him, the feel of him, wrapped tightly around Rowan's shaft, his taste... everything overwhelmed him.
He felt Cris's hand tighten in his hair when it became apparent he liked it. Within a minute or two he was ready, eager, falling over the precipice as he lost the battle to not get too forward with his partner. Rowan gasped and groaned, the hand wrapped around Cris dropping to his waist and clutching him close as he thrust powerfully up into Cris once, twice, those two final strokes delivered as he whispered Cris's name softly.
Rowan came with a growled cry, his body stiffening, relaxing with each subsequent wave of sensation. He was left panting, reeling, still holding Cris though this time it was more as an attempt to keep himself upright than anything else. He slowly released his arm so Cris could move, but he didn't let go all the way. Instead he eased himself carefully out and curled up behind Cris once more, nuzzling his nose into Cris's neck with a shaky sigh of mingled disbelief and contentment.
"You're incredible," he said softly. "I think you're the bravest person I know."
He knew there had to have been a moment of doubt for Cris in there somewhere. He still remembered his first glimpse into Cris's emotions, the fear he saw there. He remembered Cris's words about having made himself miserable. Yet at no point dd Cris hesitate with Rowan. He exposed himself trustingly, willing to risk his heart, and Rowan knew what a rare gesture that had to be.
"I love that about you," Rowan said, pressing a soft kiss to Cris's shoulder. There was a lot about Cris to love.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Christian watched Rowan bring his hand up to his mouth and lick it clean of the evidence of his climax. If he was not currently feeling a sense of sated happiness then that image would have aroused him instantly. As it was, Cris was certain that he would remember it at some inappropriate time later with more visible results. He tilted his head down and smiled.
"Is that why you seem determined to drain me dry?" He stroked the back of Rowan's neck in a soothing gesture out of time with the more fevered rhythm of the lower half of his body. "Not that I am complaining. Far from it, please keep trying."
He pushed his fingers back up into his lover's hair and tugged gently. The response he received was enough to encourage him to repeat the motion several more times. Rowan enjoyed having his hair pulled; Cris smiled to himself and filed the information away more use later.
The feel of his partner, tense with pleasure, wrapped around him, moaning softly as he neared the edge, felt so good. Christian closed his eyes, utterly content, and listened to every small sound. Rowan thrust deeply several more times, whispering his name. He spoke quietly. "Come for me again, Rue. Fill me with you."
Cris held his lover the best he could in this position, wrapping his other arm behind Rowan's lower back. He could feel his partner slowly relax and eventually pull out. Rowan curled up behind him, nuzzling him tenderly. Christian laughed when he was pronounced brave and turned partially in his lover's arms so that he could look up at Rowan questioningly. "Why?" He completed the turn, wrapping his arms and legs around his partner, holding him close, his fingers combing through Rowan's hair in long soothing strokes. "Oh,yes, I was taking several for the team." Christian smiled crookedly at his lover. "Very generous of me. You're right and I'll do it again too. I'm such a giver."
He leaned forward and kissed Rowan tenderly, a little bewildered about what there was to love about him wanting to have sex with Rowan every chance he could get, seemed mutually pleasurable so it was hardly as noble as he had claimed it to be. Cris then laid his head down on his lover's shoulder, at peace with the moment, enjoying thoroughly.
"Is that why you seem determined to drain me dry?" He stroked the back of Rowan's neck in a soothing gesture out of time with the more fevered rhythm of the lower half of his body. "Not that I am complaining. Far from it, please keep trying."
He pushed his fingers back up into his lover's hair and tugged gently. The response he received was enough to encourage him to repeat the motion several more times. Rowan enjoyed having his hair pulled; Cris smiled to himself and filed the information away more use later.
The feel of his partner, tense with pleasure, wrapped around him, moaning softly as he neared the edge, felt so good. Christian closed his eyes, utterly content, and listened to every small sound. Rowan thrust deeply several more times, whispering his name. He spoke quietly. "Come for me again, Rue. Fill me with you."
Cris held his lover the best he could in this position, wrapping his other arm behind Rowan's lower back. He could feel his partner slowly relax and eventually pull out. Rowan curled up behind him, nuzzling him tenderly. Christian laughed when he was pronounced brave and turned partially in his lover's arms so that he could look up at Rowan questioningly. "Why?" He completed the turn, wrapping his arms and legs around his partner, holding him close, his fingers combing through Rowan's hair in long soothing strokes. "Oh,yes, I was taking several for the team." Christian smiled crookedly at his lover. "Very generous of me. You're right and I'll do it again too. I'm such a giver."
He leaned forward and kissed Rowan tenderly, a little bewildered about what there was to love about him wanting to have sex with Rowan every chance he could get, seemed mutually pleasurable so it was hardly as noble as he had claimed it to be. Cris then laid his head down on his lover's shoulder, at peace with the moment, enjoying thoroughly.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan smiled at the fact that Cris obviously didn't follow his train of thought. He hadn't really expected him to; it hadn't been clearly stated after all. As they repositioned themselves he sighed happily at being tucked into Cris's embrace. He wrapped his arms around his partner so that there was no space between them.
Returning the gentle kiss with equal care Rowan laughed softly at Cris's perplexed expression.
"You're brave because I know it would be easy for you to hold me at arm's length," he said, "but you don't. I love that you let me in. That you don't hide anything from me. You give me chances to earn your trust and I don't want to let you down."
He brushed his lips against Cris's forehead, smoothing his hands over his lover's back. "I never want to let you down, Crispin." He had never used Cris's name out loud; he liked the sound of it. "I love knowing you. All of you. I never want to stop learning."
Rowan's smile was serene, his eyes satisfied, his arms confident around Cris's slighter form. He knew there would be bumps in the road ahead of them. There was still so much to learn and there would surely be mistakes and misunderstandings. But if Cris kept the door open Rowan would work at smoothing the way through it as best he could.
"You're a wonderful person. And I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm sorry I took so long getting to Nachton. I should have been here for you years ago."
Rowan kissed Cris again, slowly, savoring the taste of his lover's lips and tongue, just that one small caress enough to make his heart pound briefly even though his body was spent. "I don't want you to be alone again."
Cris might be bonded to Alfarinn through the power of vampiric abilities, but Rowan suspected there was a bond growing between the two of them that would be just as strong, maybe stronger, than anything that could be artificially forged. Time would tell, and they fortunately had a lot of that.
Returning the gentle kiss with equal care Rowan laughed softly at Cris's perplexed expression.
"You're brave because I know it would be easy for you to hold me at arm's length," he said, "but you don't. I love that you let me in. That you don't hide anything from me. You give me chances to earn your trust and I don't want to let you down."
He brushed his lips against Cris's forehead, smoothing his hands over his lover's back. "I never want to let you down, Crispin." He had never used Cris's name out loud; he liked the sound of it. "I love knowing you. All of you. I never want to stop learning."
Rowan's smile was serene, his eyes satisfied, his arms confident around Cris's slighter form. He knew there would be bumps in the road ahead of them. There was still so much to learn and there would surely be mistakes and misunderstandings. But if Cris kept the door open Rowan would work at smoothing the way through it as best he could.
"You're a wonderful person. And I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm sorry I took so long getting to Nachton. I should have been here for you years ago."
Rowan kissed Cris again, slowly, savoring the taste of his lover's lips and tongue, just that one small caress enough to make his heart pound briefly even though his body was spent. "I don't want you to be alone again."
Cris might be bonded to Alfarinn through the power of vampiric abilities, but Rowan suspected there was a bond growing between the two of them that would be just as strong, maybe stronger, than anything that could be artificially forged. Time would tell, and they fortunately had a lot of that.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris listened to Rowan's explanation of what he had meant. He smiled, brushing his hands over his partner's shoulders. " I don't think that is because of me, Rowan, that is because of you. I would normally have done exactly what you said. Any other time I would have left after that first drunken night together and would have done my best not to think of you again." His words were harsh but true. Cris leaned forward and placed a kiss lightly on Rowan's cheek. "But I knew that wouldn't be able to forget you and I wouldn't stop thinking about you."
He smiled as Rowan spoke his full name; lending weight to his words with the use of it. Crispin had been Cris most of the time even as a human, unless something important was being said. "Keep being you then that's all I need." A part of him was marveling that they were having such an emotional discussion. It was still so different than what he was accustomed to but he loved the difference. This relationship had meaning, Rowan's thoughts and feelings mattered to him more than his own.
His lover apologized for not arriving more quickly to Nachton and into his life. Christian smiled and shook his head. "I've thought a lot about what was different. How I managed to get a glimpse of how special you were before I shut you out." Cris wrapped his arms once more around his lover and held him close. "I should send Disney and Captain Morgan a thank you card. I was vulnerable that night, near senseless, but I do remember clearly that you took care of me. You could have left me on Eiryk's sofa or alone in my bed once you had gotten me there but you stayed." Cris remembered strong arms wrapped around him in the elevator, helping him down the hall, gentle hands undressing him. His blind drunken trust had not been misplaced. Whatever happened or hadn't happened after that would have been mutual. He knew without a doubt that Rowan would never have taken advantage of him. Cris's hazy memories of the evening involved groping and nearly biting the man that night, making it very clear that there had been plenty of give and take in the subsequent forgotten portions of the evening. He gazed intently at Rowan. "I think attraction became something more then and when I woke up with you in my arms I didn't want to let you go if it meant never seeing you again."
Cris melted into Rowan's kiss, so full of the promise that his partner had stated. [Then stay with me. I don't want to be without you.] It was, to him, a staggering confession. He kissed Rowan again, reaffirming his lover's very real presence with every touch of his lips.
He smiled as Rowan spoke his full name; lending weight to his words with the use of it. Crispin had been Cris most of the time even as a human, unless something important was being said. "Keep being you then that's all I need." A part of him was marveling that they were having such an emotional discussion. It was still so different than what he was accustomed to but he loved the difference. This relationship had meaning, Rowan's thoughts and feelings mattered to him more than his own.
His lover apologized for not arriving more quickly to Nachton and into his life. Christian smiled and shook his head. "I've thought a lot about what was different. How I managed to get a glimpse of how special you were before I shut you out." Cris wrapped his arms once more around his lover and held him close. "I should send Disney and Captain Morgan a thank you card. I was vulnerable that night, near senseless, but I do remember clearly that you took care of me. You could have left me on Eiryk's sofa or alone in my bed once you had gotten me there but you stayed." Cris remembered strong arms wrapped around him in the elevator, helping him down the hall, gentle hands undressing him. His blind drunken trust had not been misplaced. Whatever happened or hadn't happened after that would have been mutual. He knew without a doubt that Rowan would never have taken advantage of him. Cris's hazy memories of the evening involved groping and nearly biting the man that night, making it very clear that there had been plenty of give and take in the subsequent forgotten portions of the evening. He gazed intently at Rowan. "I think attraction became something more then and when I woke up with you in my arms I didn't want to let you go if it meant never seeing you again."
Cris melted into Rowan's kiss, so full of the promise that his partner had stated. [Then stay with me. I don't want to be without you.] It was, to him, a staggering confession. He kissed Rowan again, reaffirming his lover's very real presence with every touch of his lips.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan nodded understandingly at Cris's assertion that he would have pushed Rowan away. He didn't think it was all because of him. Cris said any other time he would have behaved differently... but it wasn't any other time. And he hadn't pushed Rowan away. Whatever Cris wanted to believe, Rowan thought it was the two of them together that made this work.
He sighed softly, gathering Cris tightly to him as his lover attributed to him virtues that he wasn't sure he possessed. He continued to smile at Cris, shaking his head slightly. He hadn't done anything that night that he though was that spectacular. Of course he'd helped Cris; anyone decent would have helped a drunken clanmate get home.
He'd been interested in him, of course. Who wouldn't be? Cris was gorgeous, kind, dutiful... Rowan thought he wasn't giving himself nearly enough credit. He didn't know the details of Cris's past relationship but it had obviously left its scars. Maybe it had taken a long time but Cris had opened himself because he was ready to trust again. He had seen something in Rowan that he was drawn to and he was brave enough to reach out for it instead of push it away. Even if he saw it differently, it was because Cris had let him in that they were together now.
As Christian relaxed into his kiss Rowan didn't relinquish his hold on his lover. He just held him tighter, kissed him more deeply. The words Cris sent to him were exciting. They warmed him to his soul.
[I won't leave you. I don't want to be without you either. Ever.] As Cris kissed him again Rowan closed his eyes and memorized this moment, memorized Cris's words. He didn't know how it was possible for this to happen so quickly, so deeply, so thoroughly, but he wanted it. He couldn't imagine anyone but Cris lying beside him now. He didn't want any other touch.
"Oh Cris," he sighed when they broke apart. He rested his cheek against Cris's. Cris wouldn't be alone. If Cris didn't want to be without him, then Rowan would make it his goal to be certain that wherever Cris went, Rowan was too.
He sighed softly, gathering Cris tightly to him as his lover attributed to him virtues that he wasn't sure he possessed. He continued to smile at Cris, shaking his head slightly. He hadn't done anything that night that he though was that spectacular. Of course he'd helped Cris; anyone decent would have helped a drunken clanmate get home.
He'd been interested in him, of course. Who wouldn't be? Cris was gorgeous, kind, dutiful... Rowan thought he wasn't giving himself nearly enough credit. He didn't know the details of Cris's past relationship but it had obviously left its scars. Maybe it had taken a long time but Cris had opened himself because he was ready to trust again. He had seen something in Rowan that he was drawn to and he was brave enough to reach out for it instead of push it away. Even if he saw it differently, it was because Cris had let him in that they were together now.
As Christian relaxed into his kiss Rowan didn't relinquish his hold on his lover. He just held him tighter, kissed him more deeply. The words Cris sent to him were exciting. They warmed him to his soul.
[I won't leave you. I don't want to be without you either. Ever.] As Cris kissed him again Rowan closed his eyes and memorized this moment, memorized Cris's words. He didn't know how it was possible for this to happen so quickly, so deeply, so thoroughly, but he wanted it. He couldn't imagine anyone but Cris lying beside him now. He didn't want any other touch.
"Oh Cris," he sighed when they broke apart. He rested his cheek against Cris's. Cris wouldn't be alone. If Cris didn't want to be without him, then Rowan would make it his goal to be certain that wherever Cris went, Rowan was too.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris wanted to believe in Rowan's words and the ever after that he promised. It was a change that he was at least daring to hope that such a thing was possible. Holding his lover as tightly as he was being held, Cris sighed quietly, rubbing his cheek gently against the one pressed to his. His voice was soft even to his own ears.
"Forever sounds nice."
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"Forever sounds nice."
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