"Of...course" Jin's words were spoken between pants and he continued to move against Amir at an almost fevered pace. "it...is."
Jin found himself being pulled down to Amir by his own hair. He smiled wryly, not at all surprised that the Huntsman would make use of it to get what he wanted. And since he shared this particular desire, Jin was not going to complain in the slightest. The hands in his hair felt wonderful and the direction he was being pulled toward, even better. He listened to Amir's confession, his lips curling higher at the corners. "I've noticed." He murmured softly, this was also not something he was not adverse to.
He moaned as Amir wrapped a hand around his him and began to stroke him gently. Jin had barely time to process the delightful additional sensation when his partner kissed him again. With a soft whimper, he parted his lips, eager for that kiss no matter what the outcome to his restraint was.
After a moment he tilted his head to the side and whispered softly. "Let go, Amir." He lightly brushed his lips over his lover's ear. He clarified, lest his partner think he wanted was asking either hand to release him. "Please...come for me." Jin wanted that very much, wanted to feel it while he was still focused enough to enjoy every aspect of it. He thrust harder, more rapidly against his partner, keenly feeling that lack of patience he had warned about.
You Never Know What You're Gonna Get (private)
Amir gradually became aware of his surroundings. After who knows how long a period of rising from a painful haze, drinking, falling asleep, and repeating that process who knew how many times, he finally opened his eyes and looked around. He was in his room at Heolfor. He had the sense that many people had been in and out. He remembered several voices.
It was comfortably dark, his star globe casting the familiar sky-pattern over the walls and ceiling. He considered turning the light on, something he didn't usually do. Did he want to? He wasn't sure. He didn't think so.
He hadn't moved yet but he was wrapped in warm blankets, and there was someone beneath them with him. Amir didn't have to look to know it was Jin, but he wanted to. So he slowly turned his head to quietly watch the sleeping Nightsman.
Amir was very conscious of the warm body wrapped around him, and he took a few moments to consider the feelings that went through him. He would admit to some confusion, first and foremost. He recalled, though, that every time he'd woken he had been offered warm, living blood, fresh and strong, potent and restorative. He couldn't remember pulling away; it kept disappearing. Jin had to be the one offering him sustenance then. Amir was able to recognize that in his starving state he must have been difficult to stop.
He lifted his hand and reached over, gently brushing his fingertips over Jin's face. Why was Jin here by himself? Where was Mara? Bao? It felt unusual to wake beside Jin. Unusual but... what was the sensation? His mind felt numb.
Amir let his hand still, resting against Jin's cheek. Good. It felt good. To have someone here. Not to be alone. He had felt very alone lately. For a long time, it seemed. Trapped in a nightmare.
Amir turned slightly, trying not to wake Jin, just enough so he could watch his clanmate silently, with dark glittering eyes that blinked rarely but never moved away from the Nightsman's peaceful face.
Jin
12 years ago
Amir
12 years ago
Amir spent a good minute or so tasting his way around Jin's mouth, nipping at his tongue, his lips, encouraging Jin to do the same. When Jin finally pulled away Amir looked up at him solemnly until a little smile cracked his lips. He met Jin's thrusts even more strongly, pulling Jin back to him and kissing him again.
"I will," he murmured against Jin's warm mouth.
He closed his hand around Jin's hard length, stroking him faster as their pace increased, swirling his thumb around Jin's tip, brushing his fingertips against his balls, teasing them with every downstroke as his thumb played on the upstroke.
There was no question that Amir would let go; that he would come for Jin. But he was damned if he wasn't taking Jin with him. There was no reason he couldn't be active from down here, turn the tables a little on his partner.
Tugging on Jin's hair a bit more Amir brought his lips to the Nightsman's neck, ran the tip of his tongue along Jin's flushed skin, grazed his fangs over the quickened tattoo of his pulse. It had been a very long time since he'd had a true lover, someone with whom he did not need to restrain himself. He wasn't there yet but he knew he could get aggressive. Jin's manner suggested he could handle Amir when that happened. His movements had become quick and hard, a match for Amir's.
Amir was not yet ready to give Jin exactly what he wanted. That had been earlier, when Jin had badly needed it. Now was for the both of them and Amir, for one, was enjoying this. He filled his hands with Jin, teased and taunted his own mouth with the thought of Jin's blood. He wanted to bite him, desperately.
So he did.
Amir finally sank his fangs into Jin's neck as he thrust, stroked, and otherwise tormented his partner with greater and greater levels of ecstasy. He drew deeply, timing each swallow with each motion of his hand, each push of his hips. He moaned against Jin's neck, deliriously satisfied, waning more, wanting that release, galloping toward it quickly.
"I will," he murmured against Jin's warm mouth.
He closed his hand around Jin's hard length, stroking him faster as their pace increased, swirling his thumb around Jin's tip, brushing his fingertips against his balls, teasing them with every downstroke as his thumb played on the upstroke.
There was no question that Amir would let go; that he would come for Jin. But he was damned if he wasn't taking Jin with him. There was no reason he couldn't be active from down here, turn the tables a little on his partner.
Tugging on Jin's hair a bit more Amir brought his lips to the Nightsman's neck, ran the tip of his tongue along Jin's flushed skin, grazed his fangs over the quickened tattoo of his pulse. It had been a very long time since he'd had a true lover, someone with whom he did not need to restrain himself. He wasn't there yet but he knew he could get aggressive. Jin's manner suggested he could handle Amir when that happened. His movements had become quick and hard, a match for Amir's.
Amir was not yet ready to give Jin exactly what he wanted. That had been earlier, when Jin had badly needed it. Now was for the both of them and Amir, for one, was enjoying this. He filled his hands with Jin, teased and taunted his own mouth with the thought of Jin's blood. He wanted to bite him, desperately.
So he did.
Amir finally sank his fangs into Jin's neck as he thrust, stroked, and otherwise tormented his partner with greater and greater levels of ecstasy. He drew deeply, timing each swallow with each motion of his hand, each push of his hips. He moaned against Jin's neck, deliriously satisfied, waning more, wanting that release, galloping toward it quickly.
Jin
12 years ago
Jin closed his eyes and breathed out a shuddering sigh as Amir stroked him harder. His partner's intentions were obvious but then he did think of Amir as normally being very straight forward. Right now that particular quality seemed like a good thing.
"So that's...how you're...going...to be." He gasped in between sharp intakes of breath.
Amir pulled him closer and Jin moaned as the Huntsman's lips met his neck. They both were well aware of how he would react to that. He growled softly as Amir teased him, sucking but not biting, taunting him with the anticipation of it.
Jin shifted his balance more fully onto his left hand. He ran his right up behind his partner's neck, pushing it into the short hair. He grasped a handful between his fingers and clenched his fist, tugging gently. He then used that hand to press Amir more forcefully to his neck.
He didn't have to wait long. Jin's mouth opened, fangs out, as he silently shuddered from his lover's first powerful draw. The bliss was overwhelming, he closed his eyes, forgetting to breath, unable to even make a sound. Eventually Jin remembered to draw in air as his partner continued to drink deeply. With a more savage growl, he pressed Amir to his neck and rocked hard against him, meeting each upward thrust with near brutal force. At this rate even he was going to feel the effects of this when they were done but the soreness afterward would be worth even a fraction of the pleasure that was rapidly overpowering him.
"So that's...how you're...going...to be." He gasped in between sharp intakes of breath.
Amir pulled him closer and Jin moaned as the Huntsman's lips met his neck. They both were well aware of how he would react to that. He growled softly as Amir teased him, sucking but not biting, taunting him with the anticipation of it.
Jin shifted his balance more fully onto his left hand. He ran his right up behind his partner's neck, pushing it into the short hair. He grasped a handful between his fingers and clenched his fist, tugging gently. He then used that hand to press Amir more forcefully to his neck.
He didn't have to wait long. Jin's mouth opened, fangs out, as he silently shuddered from his lover's first powerful draw. The bliss was overwhelming, he closed his eyes, forgetting to breath, unable to even make a sound. Eventually Jin remembered to draw in air as his partner continued to drink deeply. With a more savage growl, he pressed Amir to his neck and rocked hard against him, meeting each upward thrust with near brutal force. At this rate even he was going to feel the effects of this when they were done but the soreness afterward would be worth even a fraction of the pleasure that was rapidly overpowering him.
Amir
12 years ago
Amir thought he might pass out. He had clearly overestimated his own ability to keep up with Jin. He moaned into Jin's neck as the Nightsman pulled him close. He drew forcefully, the hand in Jin's hair tightening. Moans turned into growls as he and Jin hammered together. Tenderness flew by the wayside; sensitivity was an afterthought. There was lust, overwhelming lust, desire, craving, and room for very little else.
Amir felt his entire body shaking as he struggled to keep up the pace; the feelings Jin was evoking in him were tremendous. He drank deeper still, Jin's warm blood filling his mouth, his hard body filling other places in Amir he hadn't realized needed filling so badly. It was hard to determine when to pull away, or even to realize he should pull away at all. He felt like they were part of each other, rocking together, moving together; he may as well have been stroking himself, so amazingly intimate and personal was the sensation of Jin's length upon his hand as he worked him with increasing fervor.
Climax hit him like a freight train and he did tear himself away from Jin's neck at last, throwing his head back, feeling the heat of Jin's blood still upon his lips as he screamed. Wave after wave of of sensation ripped through him, bursting free as he spent himself with violent force deep within Jin's body.
Pulling himself together, trying to focus through his spinning head and shaking limbs Amir lifted himself up. "Jin," he muttered softly, still working his lover in his hand, stroking him fiercely. Amir slowed himself, blinked his eyes, let his hands go, and replaced them on Jin's hips, stilling his motions
He had been careless; a tiny trickle of blood had made its way down the crook of Jin's neck. Amir licked it slowly away, tracing it back up to the now-healed punctures he'd made. Having rectified that he buried his hands back into Jin's hair and kissed him deeply upon his lips.
Amir reached out for the bottle of oil on the table next to them and upended it quickly in his hand. Shifting himself upright he continued to kiss Jin, deeply, urgently, while he wrapped his hand back around Jin's erection and coated him with deceptive gentleness.
Sliding out from beneath Jin Amir turned away, resting against the arm of the couch, looking back over his shoulder.
"Please," he said softly. "I want you to..."
Amir reached behind himself, grabbed Jin's wrist, pulled him forward. His voice dropped to a nearly inaudible whisper as he asked for something he was pretty sure he'd never asked for before.
"...take me, Jin. Please."
He didn't say 'please' a whole lot, either.
Amir felt his entire body shaking as he struggled to keep up the pace; the feelings Jin was evoking in him were tremendous. He drank deeper still, Jin's warm blood filling his mouth, his hard body filling other places in Amir he hadn't realized needed filling so badly. It was hard to determine when to pull away, or even to realize he should pull away at all. He felt like they were part of each other, rocking together, moving together; he may as well have been stroking himself, so amazingly intimate and personal was the sensation of Jin's length upon his hand as he worked him with increasing fervor.
Climax hit him like a freight train and he did tear himself away from Jin's neck at last, throwing his head back, feeling the heat of Jin's blood still upon his lips as he screamed. Wave after wave of of sensation ripped through him, bursting free as he spent himself with violent force deep within Jin's body.
Pulling himself together, trying to focus through his spinning head and shaking limbs Amir lifted himself up. "Jin," he muttered softly, still working his lover in his hand, stroking him fiercely. Amir slowed himself, blinked his eyes, let his hands go, and replaced them on Jin's hips, stilling his motions
He had been careless; a tiny trickle of blood had made its way down the crook of Jin's neck. Amir licked it slowly away, tracing it back up to the now-healed punctures he'd made. Having rectified that he buried his hands back into Jin's hair and kissed him deeply upon his lips.
Amir reached out for the bottle of oil on the table next to them and upended it quickly in his hand. Shifting himself upright he continued to kiss Jin, deeply, urgently, while he wrapped his hand back around Jin's erection and coated him with deceptive gentleness.
Sliding out from beneath Jin Amir turned away, resting against the arm of the couch, looking back over his shoulder.
"Please," he said softly. "I want you to..."
Amir reached behind himself, grabbed Jin's wrist, pulled him forward. His voice dropped to a nearly inaudible whisper as he asked for something he was pretty sure he'd never asked for before.
"...take me, Jin. Please."
He didn't say 'please' a whole lot, either.
Jin
12 years ago
The feel of Amir biting him, beneath him, within him, was pure ecstasy. Jin held onto the back of his partner's neck, less to hold him there and more to simply hold on as they moved with such a fevered pace. He moaned and gasped at the feel of Amir's climax pulsing inside him. His lover pulled away from his neck with a loud cry of release. It was beautiful to watch, Amir was so strong, even now, so primal. It awed him, filled him with affection, tenderness and even a bit of honor that he was here and able to be a part of something so private with the normally guarded Huntsman, to see Amir open and expressive and to know that he was part of the cause.
The sound of his name was soft, barely above a whisper. Jin longed to hear Amir say it like that again, with such warmth and intimacy.
He was so close to his own release as Amir recovered from his own. His partner was still stroking him firmly, relentlessly pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Then Amir stopped and leaned forward, licking the blood from his neck with careful tenderness. Jin sighed softly, closing his eyes and savoring the gentleness of that gesture.
Jin watched with confused fascination as Amir moved, sitting upright. He was quickly and thoroughly distracted by the taste of his lover's mouth on his own. He returned those passionate kisses with equal fervor, wanting every last touch that his partner had to give. He moaned softly as Amir's hand wrapped around his erection once more, stroking him with a light touch, so very different from the aggressive rhythm just moments before. His lover pulled away and turned around. Jin paused in momentary confusion, that became shock at his partner's quiet request. He reached out and ran soothing hands along Amir's shoulders, kissing the back of his lover's neck. Jin wouldn't ask if Amir was sure but it had been obvious that he was. He had no doubt that it took a lot for his companion to ask such a thing.
He reached over and coated his fingers with the oil before setting the bottle back on the table. Wrapping one arm around Amir's waist, Jin leaned against his lover's back, his lips once more finding Amir's neck. He slowly teased his partner's opening, with care and tenderness. The break in sensation and Amir's quiet request refilled his patience. Jin took his time, easing one finger and then another inside, slowly stretching and relaxing his partner with gentle thrusts. Eventually he guided himself inside, easing a bit at time until he was fully inside. There Jin held still, allowing Amir to fully adjust to feel of him before he began to move.
Murmuring softly, he asked. "Is that all right? Are you ready?"
The sound of his name was soft, barely above a whisper. Jin longed to hear Amir say it like that again, with such warmth and intimacy.
He was so close to his own release as Amir recovered from his own. His partner was still stroking him firmly, relentlessly pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Then Amir stopped and leaned forward, licking the blood from his neck with careful tenderness. Jin sighed softly, closing his eyes and savoring the gentleness of that gesture.
Jin watched with confused fascination as Amir moved, sitting upright. He was quickly and thoroughly distracted by the taste of his lover's mouth on his own. He returned those passionate kisses with equal fervor, wanting every last touch that his partner had to give. He moaned softly as Amir's hand wrapped around his erection once more, stroking him with a light touch, so very different from the aggressive rhythm just moments before. His lover pulled away and turned around. Jin paused in momentary confusion, that became shock at his partner's quiet request. He reached out and ran soothing hands along Amir's shoulders, kissing the back of his lover's neck. Jin wouldn't ask if Amir was sure but it had been obvious that he was. He had no doubt that it took a lot for his companion to ask such a thing.
He reached over and coated his fingers with the oil before setting the bottle back on the table. Wrapping one arm around Amir's waist, Jin leaned against his lover's back, his lips once more finding Amir's neck. He slowly teased his partner's opening, with care and tenderness. The break in sensation and Amir's quiet request refilled his patience. Jin took his time, easing one finger and then another inside, slowly stretching and relaxing his partner with gentle thrusts. Eventually he guided himself inside, easing a bit at time until he was fully inside. There Jin held still, allowing Amir to fully adjust to feel of him before he began to move.
Murmuring softly, he asked. "Is that all right? Are you ready?"
Amir
12 years ago
Amir closed his eyes briefly as Jin's hands caressed his shoulders. Soft lips caressed his neck and he leaned into the intimate touch. It had been such a long time since he had felt true intimacy with someone. Being dominated by Subira for so long had left him no room for anything else. He could never have committed himself to anyone without worrying that it wasn't himself.
He felt Jin moving behind him now, away briefly and then back. A strong arm wrapped his waist Jin's mouth fell softly upon his neck again. Amir dropped his head forward and relaxed with a visible effort, surrendering himself, collapsing slightly into Jin's arms and hands.
Amir ducked his head again at the gentle penetration of Jin's fingers. Jin was not his first male lover, but it had been a very long time since Amir had shared that sort of intimacy with anyone. The fact that Jin was so slow, so patient, made Amir shiver, gratitude and desire combining to make him quiver in his already-weakened state.
When the fingers were replaced with Jin's erect member, hot, hard, wanting, Amir rocked back onto it, his lover's careful preparations having readied him perfectly for this moment. Jin held still, waiting for Amir, his soft voice soothing yet exciting. Oh yes, Amir was ready. He began to move, himself, pulling away toward the arm of the couch he leaned against. He paused, looked back at Jin, felt his lips curl up in a soft, uncharacteristically shy smile.
"Yes, Jin. Please."
This was not how Amir normally behaved, and he knew Jin was aware of it. In the corner of his mind that was busy analyzing his own behavior he realized that he was asking this for himself, in part, but he also wanted to give himself to Jin. That was what made this all right. He felt desire for Jin. It was all right to let him hold him. It was all right to hold him in return. Amir wanted this for them both.
He uttered a soft, satisfied sigh and slid himself back onto Jin again, holding onto the arm that was wrapped around his own waist and squeezing it.
He felt Jin moving behind him now, away briefly and then back. A strong arm wrapped his waist Jin's mouth fell softly upon his neck again. Amir dropped his head forward and relaxed with a visible effort, surrendering himself, collapsing slightly into Jin's arms and hands.
Amir ducked his head again at the gentle penetration of Jin's fingers. Jin was not his first male lover, but it had been a very long time since Amir had shared that sort of intimacy with anyone. The fact that Jin was so slow, so patient, made Amir shiver, gratitude and desire combining to make him quiver in his already-weakened state.
When the fingers were replaced with Jin's erect member, hot, hard, wanting, Amir rocked back onto it, his lover's careful preparations having readied him perfectly for this moment. Jin held still, waiting for Amir, his soft voice soothing yet exciting. Oh yes, Amir was ready. He began to move, himself, pulling away toward the arm of the couch he leaned against. He paused, looked back at Jin, felt his lips curl up in a soft, uncharacteristically shy smile.
"Yes, Jin. Please."
This was not how Amir normally behaved, and he knew Jin was aware of it. In the corner of his mind that was busy analyzing his own behavior he realized that he was asking this for himself, in part, but he also wanted to give himself to Jin. That was what made this all right. He felt desire for Jin. It was all right to let him hold him. It was all right to hold him in return. Amir wanted this for them both.
He uttered a soft, satisfied sigh and slid himself back onto Jin again, holding onto the arm that was wrapped around his own waist and squeezing it.
Jin
12 years ago
That smile, over one shoulder, made Jin's heart stop and then start again at a quicker pace. Amir was beautiful. How had he missed that? So often the Huntsman appeared stubborn, aloof or simply focused and somehow, while a part of him had acknowledged that Amir was attractive, handsome even, he had never really noticed just how much so. Jin thought the man could ask him for just about anything so long as he smiled at him again like that when he did so.
Amir leaned back into him and Jin wrapped his other arm around his partner's chest, holding him close. The quiet words touched him, so uncharacteristic from the Huntsman's normal self assured charm. He tilted his head up and pressed his mouth into the dark hair, closing his eyes with a quiet hum of pleasure as the cool strands touched his lips.
Amir pulled away and then pushed back onto him with a soft sigh that was accompanied by a Jin's low need filled moan. He began to rock his hips, pushing in and out of his lover at slow, easy pace. He pressed his smile against the back of Amir's neck and then leaned up to murmur quietly.
"I glad you chose me over Louis." Jin let out a shuddering breath of pleasure before adding. "He doesn't know what he's missing."
Amir leaned back into him and Jin wrapped his other arm around his partner's chest, holding him close. The quiet words touched him, so uncharacteristic from the Huntsman's normal self assured charm. He tilted his head up and pressed his mouth into the dark hair, closing his eyes with a quiet hum of pleasure as the cool strands touched his lips.
Amir pulled away and then pushed back onto him with a soft sigh that was accompanied by a Jin's low need filled moan. He began to rock his hips, pushing in and out of his lover at slow, easy pace. He pressed his smile against the back of Amir's neck and then leaned up to murmur quietly.
"I glad you chose me over Louis." Jin let out a shuddering breath of pleasure before adding. "He doesn't know what he's missing."
Amir
12 years ago
Amir continued to smile at Jin's words, letting a low chuckle escape his lips. "There was no choice Jin."
His tone of voice made it clear that he didn't mean he was forced; he meant that if there could ever be anyone for whom he could feel the same measure of love he felt for Mara, it was Jin and only Jin. Perhaps if Mara had chosen someone else, Amir would have felt differently too but the fact of the matter was she hadn't. It had never occurred to Amir that this could work out, that three of them together could love each other evenly and fully. He didn't have to wonder if Mara would fit seamlessly into this equation; she would. He loved her. Jin loved her. And he and Jin were rapidly proving there was something between themselves as well.
The shaky breath that issued forth from Jin's throat brought a soft hum of approval from Amir. As Jin moved slowly inside of him Amir rocked back against his partner, using the arm of the couch to lever himself against. His own breath came in short, ragged gasps. He was physically exhausted but he wanted this, wanted Jin.
"You feel... good," Amir said, pausing for a moment to think about how to say what he wanted to say. "This isn't how I normally..." that wasn't right; he shook his head. "You're a wonderful person Jin. I like giving to you."
He admired Jin, who was all the things Amir had never been - strong, confident, kind, warm, accepting, tolerant. He was someone Amir would like to emulate more. In his search to rediscover himself, it wouldn't be a bad thing to follow Jin's example.
His tone of voice made it clear that he didn't mean he was forced; he meant that if there could ever be anyone for whom he could feel the same measure of love he felt for Mara, it was Jin and only Jin. Perhaps if Mara had chosen someone else, Amir would have felt differently too but the fact of the matter was she hadn't. It had never occurred to Amir that this could work out, that three of them together could love each other evenly and fully. He didn't have to wonder if Mara would fit seamlessly into this equation; she would. He loved her. Jin loved her. And he and Jin were rapidly proving there was something between themselves as well.
The shaky breath that issued forth from Jin's throat brought a soft hum of approval from Amir. As Jin moved slowly inside of him Amir rocked back against his partner, using the arm of the couch to lever himself against. His own breath came in short, ragged gasps. He was physically exhausted but he wanted this, wanted Jin.
"You feel... good," Amir said, pausing for a moment to think about how to say what he wanted to say. "This isn't how I normally..." that wasn't right; he shook his head. "You're a wonderful person Jin. I like giving to you."
He admired Jin, who was all the things Amir had never been - strong, confident, kind, warm, accepting, tolerant. He was someone Amir would like to emulate more. In his search to rediscover himself, it wouldn't be a bad thing to follow Jin's example.
Jin
12 years ago
Jin smiled into his partner's neck. "For me either, Amir." There truly wasn't any other choice for him. He had been worried but willing to give anything Mara wanted a try. Seeing the real Amir behind all the cool exterior and under all the commands, Jin really felt that he could love him and not simply accept his relationship with Mara.
Amir's words were arousing and somewhat surprising. He almost stopped completely to look at his companion. Instead, Jin held him tighter, kissing Amir's shoulder. "I know." He replied to his lover not normally doing this. "I think you're wonderful also, Amir." Jin sighed, closing his eyes and trying to maintain his focus. "I always have." He had always admired the Huntsman and wished he could be that self assured and focused. Jin loved working with Amir; he trusted him and always felt safe with him. There was never any reluctance on his part to put his life in the Huntsman's hands. He now felt he could trust Amir with the rest of him as well.
He could feel how close to utter exhaustion his partner was. A part of him wanted to be patient and gentle and another part of him felt that might in the end be more difficult on Amir's body. Jin moved his hands down to hold his lover's hips, increasing his rhythm, moaning at the feel of Amir around him. Perhaps there would not be much of a problem after all... he was not going to last long, not with Amir pushing back against him like he was. Jin's moans became breathless gasps as he moved with more fervor, pushing deep into his lover with each stroke.
"So...good...Amir..."
All such things come to an end. With a few final thrusts, he groaned low as he came in a blinding flash bliss. Jin arched and threw back his head as the waves of pleasure coursed through his body. As they lessened he slumped forward and wrapped his arms around Amir again, leaning against his shoulder for a long moment. Jin murmured softly "Thank you."
Slowly he pulled out and slid off the couch. Holding onto the arm of the sofa long enough to become more steady on his legs, Jin then leaned down and kissed Amir tenderly. "I'll be right back."
He went to the bathroom and came back with a towel to clean them both off. Settled once more on the sofa, Jin slid his arms around his partner and smiled. "I'm now ready for a nap. How about you?"
Amir's words were arousing and somewhat surprising. He almost stopped completely to look at his companion. Instead, Jin held him tighter, kissing Amir's shoulder. "I know." He replied to his lover not normally doing this. "I think you're wonderful also, Amir." Jin sighed, closing his eyes and trying to maintain his focus. "I always have." He had always admired the Huntsman and wished he could be that self assured and focused. Jin loved working with Amir; he trusted him and always felt safe with him. There was never any reluctance on his part to put his life in the Huntsman's hands. He now felt he could trust Amir with the rest of him as well.
He could feel how close to utter exhaustion his partner was. A part of him wanted to be patient and gentle and another part of him felt that might in the end be more difficult on Amir's body. Jin moved his hands down to hold his lover's hips, increasing his rhythm, moaning at the feel of Amir around him. Perhaps there would not be much of a problem after all... he was not going to last long, not with Amir pushing back against him like he was. Jin's moans became breathless gasps as he moved with more fervor, pushing deep into his lover with each stroke.
"So...good...Amir..."
All such things come to an end. With a few final thrusts, he groaned low as he came in a blinding flash bliss. Jin arched and threw back his head as the waves of pleasure coursed through his body. As they lessened he slumped forward and wrapped his arms around Amir again, leaning against his shoulder for a long moment. Jin murmured softly "Thank you."
Slowly he pulled out and slid off the couch. Holding onto the arm of the sofa long enough to become more steady on his legs, Jin then leaned down and kissed Amir tenderly. "I'll be right back."
He went to the bathroom and came back with a towel to clean them both off. Settled once more on the sofa, Jin slid his arms around his partner and smiled. "I'm now ready for a nap. How about you?"
Amir
12 years ago
Amir felt every muscle he had straining, shaking, quaking, as he did his best to continue to meet Jin's every motion. His companion set an energetic pace as he rode Amir toward his own release and Amir tried to keep up, gasping with each deep stroke. It felt surprisingly good; if he hadn't already come he would have quickly.
It was a good thing Jin was holding onto his hips, though, as he thrust harder and harder, reaching for his own climax. Amir gripped his couch and held on as if for dear life, the room swimming around his eyes. He heard Jin panting behind him, knew that moment would soon arrive, and strained toward it with his partner.
It didn't take long; Jin had been close before. Amir gave voice to a soft, surprised moan of pleasure as he felt Jin come, felt the pulsating pressure throbbing within him, the waves of heated warmth. It felt good. Amir wanted it again.
Later. As Jin slumped over him and embraced him Amir nearly collapsed over the arm of the couch. As Jin pulled away he did just that, turning to his side a bit to return Jin's gentle kiss. When the Nightsman returned Amir was barely conscious, glad Jin was thinking in his right mind.
Once they were cleaned, Jin lay down with Amir and Amir shamelessly nestled back into Jin's arms, his eyelids feeling like lead weights. He nodded, reaching back and tugging on Jin's hair until some of the cool white silk fell over him like a veil on his shoulder. "Nap sounds good," he slurred sleepily. "Then blood. Then you."
He arranged Jin's arms comfortably around him as well. "This is nice. Been too long."
He wasn't sure what else he might have rambled after that. He was asleep within seconds, sated in multiple ways, comfortable in Jin's arms like he had not been comfortable in a very long time.
It was a good thing Jin was holding onto his hips, though, as he thrust harder and harder, reaching for his own climax. Amir gripped his couch and held on as if for dear life, the room swimming around his eyes. He heard Jin panting behind him, knew that moment would soon arrive, and strained toward it with his partner.
It didn't take long; Jin had been close before. Amir gave voice to a soft, surprised moan of pleasure as he felt Jin come, felt the pulsating pressure throbbing within him, the waves of heated warmth. It felt good. Amir wanted it again.
Later. As Jin slumped over him and embraced him Amir nearly collapsed over the arm of the couch. As Jin pulled away he did just that, turning to his side a bit to return Jin's gentle kiss. When the Nightsman returned Amir was barely conscious, glad Jin was thinking in his right mind.
Once they were cleaned, Jin lay down with Amir and Amir shamelessly nestled back into Jin's arms, his eyelids feeling like lead weights. He nodded, reaching back and tugging on Jin's hair until some of the cool white silk fell over him like a veil on his shoulder. "Nap sounds good," he slurred sleepily. "Then blood. Then you."
He arranged Jin's arms comfortably around him as well. "This is nice. Been too long."
He wasn't sure what else he might have rambled after that. He was asleep within seconds, sated in multiple ways, comfortable in Jin's arms like he had not been comfortable in a very long time.
Jin
12 years ago
Amir settled against him and Jin sighed in contentment. This too felt good. He smiled as his companion used his hair as a blanket, reaching beneath his neck and pulling it all around to rest on Amir's shoulder.
He listened intently to the plans that were made, noting how terribly tired his partner was by the sound of his voice. Jin hadn't meant to wear Amir out quite so much. At least he hoped that meant that he would sleep well, without troubling dreams. Kissing the top of Amir's head, Jin smiled as the unintelligible words began to slow and then eventually stop. He brushed a hand gently across Amir's cheek and over his shoulder before returning it to his partner's waist.
"Hopefully it won't ever be too long again." Jin stated quietly before closing his eyes and succumbing to sleep as well.
((OOC: Both Out ))
He listened intently to the plans that were made, noting how terribly tired his partner was by the sound of his voice. Jin hadn't meant to wear Amir out quite so much. At least he hoped that meant that he would sleep well, without troubling dreams. Kissing the top of Amir's head, Jin smiled as the unintelligible words began to slow and then eventually stop. He brushed a hand gently across Amir's cheek and over his shoulder before returning it to his partner's waist.
"Hopefully it won't ever be too long again." Jin stated quietly before closing his eyes and succumbing to sleep as well.
((OOC: Both Out ))