Cris went gladly into Rowan's kiss, opening his mouth, eager for a taste of his lover and the passion that came with that exchange of lips and tongue. He returned each caress with a needy ardor, wanting more; each time he thought he would break away and move after just the next touch but then he needed another and another. Eventually Rowan pulled away and Cris heard himself sigh softly in disappointment.
He was picked up easily, his weight nothing to his partner and even less in the water. Settling down once more across Rowan's lap, Cris reached beneath his lover's arms, wrapping his own up his partner's back to grasp the top of Rowan's shoulders. He hugged himself close, finding it a pleasure to be able to better touch and hold his lover and feel the contact of their bodies sliding against each other in the warm water.
Cris pressed his head against Rowan's neck as his partner trailed kisses and licks down his own. He leaned away as his lover's mouth moved lower. Rowan's attentions earned him several small gasps and hands that clutched him tightly as Cris tilted his head back, eyes closed and enjoyed the feel of Rowan's lips on his skin, sucking and nibbling.
He opened them again, smiling slightly as Rowan pressed him closer and bent to his neck once more. Cris released one shoulder and reached up to gently cup the back of his lover's neck, his fingers pushing ever so slightly into the soft strands of red. They froze there as Rowan sent him his feelings through the glamour and Cris could feel the complex and beautiful emotions that so resembled his own. He held Rowan tightly as it washed over him; he processed it and what it meant.
Cris gasped and pressed the louder moan to his lover's shoulder as Rowan bit him and began to drink from him once more. His lover's hand on his erection was quickly bringing him back to the point of mindless need. Cris reached down and put his own hand over it and pulled Rowan's gently off. Then he reached up and lightly touched his partner's neck, pulling reluctantly but purposefully away from that delicious bite.
With one hand on either side of Rowan's neck, Cris looked directly into those beautiful green-grey eyes that had become such a familiar sight but that always filled him with wonder and joy.
"I wanted to stop and say this while I am thinking clearly...when there can be no doubt that I mean every word." He searched those eyes and saw everything that he could hope to see in them. "I love you, Rowan." His words were simple but he had no other way to show the man with him how much he meant to him. Cris leaned forward and placed a tender, almost chaste kiss on his lover's lips [with all my heart.]
Take Away (private)
((OOC: Continued from Breaking the Ice ))
Well so much for keeping it under wraps. Crystal's display could hardly have gone unnoticed by Alfarinn. Rowan had to wonder what exactly Cris's friend would think of it. His words, though, were more appreciative and less annoyed as he seemed to be humoring them.
Rowan was trying to figure out how the hell to make it through this meal with any sort of grace whatsoever when Crystal stood and excused them. He looked up, shocked, as he was commanded to come with Cris... Christian. Not Crystal. It was growled in a soft, hoarse voice than made Rowan's knees weak.
"Uh. Excuse me. Us. I'm sorry. We'll take a rain check."
He actually almost blushed at the Elder's expression of indulgent amusement as Rowan glanced back to see Alfarinn raising his glass. Almost. Not quite.
They made their way across the lobby and down the hall to Cris's home, Rowan's hand firmly caught up in Cris's. Cris placed his free hand on the entry pad and the door opened for them. Rowan was pulled in through the entrance, but as the door closed behind them he tugged back, pulling Cris toward him, gathering his lover into his arms. He splayed his hands across Cris's back and held him close.
"Well... that was not as far as I thought we'd get," he said, his tone just as strained as Cris's had been a minute before. He didn't say anything else, just lowered his head and kissed his partner, ignoring the makeup, not worried about it; it could be reapplied. He flicked his tongue gently against Cris's mouth, his hands playing along the smooth fabric of the blue dress. When he was permitted access, he proceeded to kiss Cris deeply, sweetly, until they were breathless, before breaking away and regarding his lover with intense eyes full of desire and need.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan thought he could have easily floated away on a sea of sensation as Cris returned his kisses with a passion that easily matched Rowan's own. The hands gripping his shoulders, the noises Rowan's touches elicited, everything was perfection.
As he bit Cris's neck and the richness of his lover's blood flowed forth Rowan clung. Even as his hand caressed Cris's shaft, he pulled him closer still. He drew gently from Cris's neck, intending pleasure, closing his eyes in ecstasy at the combination of Cris's gasping moan and the euphoria of drinking him in.
It came as a shock to him when he felt Cris's hand on his, pulling him away. And a further shock when Cris touched his neck lightly and indicated his desire that Rowan stop. Alarmed, Rowan's response was immediate. He would never do anything that Cris didn't want. That wasn't what love was all about. Not even to a perfect stranger for a one night stand would Rowan have forced unwanted affections on anyone.
With his index finger he gently swiped at the little punctures on his partner's neck, noting that they were closed. He licked the last couple drops of blood from his fingertip and looked up to regard Cris with solemn eyes.
There was a look on Cris's face that said he needed to speak; Rowan felt his anxiety draining quickly away. He had faith in Christian. He didn't think what was going to come forth was bad news. In spite of the fear Cris had shown when they'd begun this wild ride his lover had never once hesitated or shown any sort of reluctance. Instead he went eagerly beside Rowan into every new chapter of this story.
He smiled, feeling Cris's hands upon his skin, seeing in Cris's serious face everything he'd ever wanted, everything he ever could want. Rowan's guess was confirmed when Cris did indeed speak. He slid his hands gently up and down Cris's back, needing to touch him, to hold him, no matter what words came forth.
But those words... Rowan's hands stilled and he felt his heart hammer against his ribcage. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to remember how to breathe, since breathing was essential to speech. A shockwave of absolute euphoria shook him to his core and he clutched at Cris, returning that sweet, tender kiss before pulling away. He rested his forehead against Cris's for a moment, organizing his thoughts for the briefest of seconds before pulling Cris in tight.
"I love you too, Cris," he breathed. "As long as I'm alive I'll love you."
Wrapping his arms tightly around Cris Rowan wove a glamour just for him, a delicate weave of intense emotion complex in its makeup. He built it slowly in his mind, the mingled strong sensations of love and desire woven in with the affection of a best friend, the comfort of a companion, and, over it all, a sense of timelessness.
Instead of returning immediately to their lovemaking Rowan just tightened his arms and held his love, wrapping him in layer after layer of emotion, knowing Cris could see the colors Rowan created, a little piece of artwork that only the two of them could share.
"Tell me how it looks," he requested softly after a few moments, pulling back slightly and resting his head on Cris's shoulder.
As he bit Cris's neck and the richness of his lover's blood flowed forth Rowan clung. Even as his hand caressed Cris's shaft, he pulled him closer still. He drew gently from Cris's neck, intending pleasure, closing his eyes in ecstasy at the combination of Cris's gasping moan and the euphoria of drinking him in.
It came as a shock to him when he felt Cris's hand on his, pulling him away. And a further shock when Cris touched his neck lightly and indicated his desire that Rowan stop. Alarmed, Rowan's response was immediate. He would never do anything that Cris didn't want. That wasn't what love was all about. Not even to a perfect stranger for a one night stand would Rowan have forced unwanted affections on anyone.
With his index finger he gently swiped at the little punctures on his partner's neck, noting that they were closed. He licked the last couple drops of blood from his fingertip and looked up to regard Cris with solemn eyes.
There was a look on Cris's face that said he needed to speak; Rowan felt his anxiety draining quickly away. He had faith in Christian. He didn't think what was going to come forth was bad news. In spite of the fear Cris had shown when they'd begun this wild ride his lover had never once hesitated or shown any sort of reluctance. Instead he went eagerly beside Rowan into every new chapter of this story.
He smiled, feeling Cris's hands upon his skin, seeing in Cris's serious face everything he'd ever wanted, everything he ever could want. Rowan's guess was confirmed when Cris did indeed speak. He slid his hands gently up and down Cris's back, needing to touch him, to hold him, no matter what words came forth.
But those words... Rowan's hands stilled and he felt his heart hammer against his ribcage. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to remember how to breathe, since breathing was essential to speech. A shockwave of absolute euphoria shook him to his core and he clutched at Cris, returning that sweet, tender kiss before pulling away. He rested his forehead against Cris's for a moment, organizing his thoughts for the briefest of seconds before pulling Cris in tight.
"I love you too, Cris," he breathed. "As long as I'm alive I'll love you."
Wrapping his arms tightly around Cris Rowan wove a glamour just for him, a delicate weave of intense emotion complex in its makeup. He built it slowly in his mind, the mingled strong sensations of love and desire woven in with the affection of a best friend, the comfort of a companion, and, over it all, a sense of timelessness.
Instead of returning immediately to their lovemaking Rowan just tightened his arms and held his love, wrapping him in layer after layer of emotion, knowing Cris could see the colors Rowan created, a little piece of artwork that only the two of them could share.
"Tell me how it looks," he requested softly after a few moments, pulling back slightly and resting his head on Cris's shoulder.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris smiled softly as Rowan pulled him close. His lover seemed at a loss for words and he could understand that. Had it been Rowan who had spoken such a sentiment to him then he would have had to pull his heart out of his throat in order to find his voice.
He knew that his partner felt the same way; his glamour had told him as much and Rowan's aura had been informing Cris of this fact for a while now. Still...it was something all together different to hear it said, out loud, in Rowan's curiously mixed accent that was as unique as his lover.
Sighing softly in relief and happiness, Cris wrapped his arms tightly around his partner and pressed himself snugly against Rowan's chest. He leaned his head on his lover's shoulder and closed his eyes, content to simply be held and loved.
Rowan slowly released a new glamour, delicate and beautiful in the making. It was complex, strong yet fragile and entirely wonderful. He opened his eyes and leaned back to look at their mingled auras.
Smiling, Cris said. "It is very pink...it looks almost like rose, so many different shades of overlapping pink and red. There is some yellow in the center and a beautiful blue and indigo along the outside edges. Its magnificent, Rue. I want that too. Every little hint and hue." He tenderly ran his fingers down his partner's cheek.
Leaning forward once more, he nibbled softly on his lover's neck, moving upward until he found Rowan's ear. Quietly, Cris murmured. "Though right this moment, I think it needs a little more red."
He slid off Rowan's lap and knelt on the floor of the tub in front of him. Cris trailed both hands lightly along his lover's chest and over the top of his thighs. He pushed his hands forward along the inside of his companion's legs, stopping just short of anything more intimate.
"What do you think?"
[I want to make love to you while you float in my arms. I want it to seem like we have an eternity to ourselves, in here, right this moment.] They could indeed have forever together; it was a staggering thought that left Cris light headed with elation.
He knew that his partner felt the same way; his glamour had told him as much and Rowan's aura had been informing Cris of this fact for a while now. Still...it was something all together different to hear it said, out loud, in Rowan's curiously mixed accent that was as unique as his lover.
Sighing softly in relief and happiness, Cris wrapped his arms tightly around his partner and pressed himself snugly against Rowan's chest. He leaned his head on his lover's shoulder and closed his eyes, content to simply be held and loved.
Rowan slowly released a new glamour, delicate and beautiful in the making. It was complex, strong yet fragile and entirely wonderful. He opened his eyes and leaned back to look at their mingled auras.
Smiling, Cris said. "It is very pink...it looks almost like rose, so many different shades of overlapping pink and red. There is some yellow in the center and a beautiful blue and indigo along the outside edges. Its magnificent, Rue. I want that too. Every little hint and hue." He tenderly ran his fingers down his partner's cheek.
Leaning forward once more, he nibbled softly on his lover's neck, moving upward until he found Rowan's ear. Quietly, Cris murmured. "Though right this moment, I think it needs a little more red."
He slid off Rowan's lap and knelt on the floor of the tub in front of him. Cris trailed both hands lightly along his lover's chest and over the top of his thighs. He pushed his hands forward along the inside of his companion's legs, stopping just short of anything more intimate.
"What do you think?"
[I want to make love to you while you float in my arms. I want it to seem like we have an eternity to ourselves, in here, right this moment.] They could indeed have forever together; it was a staggering thought that left Cris light headed with elation.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan smiled as Cris described the colors his glamour appeared to be to him. It did sound magnificent. He memorized what Cris described to him, storing it away so he wouldn't forget the way this love appeared. As if he could.
Cris leaned forward and Rowan tightened his arms a little. The caress to his neck and Cris's mellow tenor in his ear made him shiver. His lips curled up at the suggestion and he turned his head, brushing his lips against Cris's temple. "I think you're right," he responded, and did just that, flooding the glamour with wave after wave of desire.
As Cris slid from his lap Rowan tilted his head back briefly and gave a soft sigh of contentment, loving the feel of Cris's hands on his chest and legs. He was no less aroused than he'd been moments before; perhaps more so given his lover's confession.
The desire so clearly presented to him would have been impossible to refuse even if Rowan were inclined. He lifted his head and moved his own hands down to Christian's, slid them down to cover the hard evidence of his arousal. [Then love me,] he answered softly, leaning forward to make speech impossible. He cupped Cris's face in his hands and drew him close, seeking his mouth and gently capturing it with his own. He kissed his partner deeply, as he had before, yearning to taste him again and feel the passion and fervor Cris had imparted just minutes ago. He was not disappointed.
As he lost himself in that beautiful kiss one of his hands slid behind Cris's head to stroke gently at the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the sensitive skin there, while the other skimmed lower, fingertips trailing as they brushed their delicate way down over Cris's chest. He traced the hard ridges of Cris's stomach and then dropped his hand lower still until he found that hard length, fitting it so comfortably into his hold, stroking with renewed urgency.
[Love me,] he repeated, [and let me love you, my own.]
He couldn't imagine a better way to experience eternity than in Cris's embrace. There was nothing he needed or wanted more, and he let Cris know that with every little touch.
Cris leaned forward and Rowan tightened his arms a little. The caress to his neck and Cris's mellow tenor in his ear made him shiver. His lips curled up at the suggestion and he turned his head, brushing his lips against Cris's temple. "I think you're right," he responded, and did just that, flooding the glamour with wave after wave of desire.
As Cris slid from his lap Rowan tilted his head back briefly and gave a soft sigh of contentment, loving the feel of Cris's hands on his chest and legs. He was no less aroused than he'd been moments before; perhaps more so given his lover's confession.
The desire so clearly presented to him would have been impossible to refuse even if Rowan were inclined. He lifted his head and moved his own hands down to Christian's, slid them down to cover the hard evidence of his arousal. [Then love me,] he answered softly, leaning forward to make speech impossible. He cupped Cris's face in his hands and drew him close, seeking his mouth and gently capturing it with his own. He kissed his partner deeply, as he had before, yearning to taste him again and feel the passion and fervor Cris had imparted just minutes ago. He was not disappointed.
As he lost himself in that beautiful kiss one of his hands slid behind Cris's head to stroke gently at the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the sensitive skin there, while the other skimmed lower, fingertips trailing as they brushed their delicate way down over Cris's chest. He traced the hard ridges of Cris's stomach and then dropped his hand lower still until he found that hard length, fitting it so comfortably into his hold, stroking with renewed urgency.
[Love me,] he repeated, [and let me love you, my own.]
He couldn't imagine a better way to experience eternity than in Cris's embrace. There was nothing he needed or wanted more, and he let Cris know that with every little touch.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris sighed as they parted from another deep kiss. He slid his hands along his lover's erection in long teasing strokes, loving the feel of it, the subtle difference the water made. Rowan's hand wrapped around him again as his partner repeated his advice. Cris moaned softly at his lover's pace, the sound taking on a pained edge to it as Rowan made it difficult for him to pull away.
With a deep breath for fortitude, Cris let go of his partner and stood up. He walked to the other side of the tub and hopped up, tilting forward, balanced on his stomach so he could lean out and reach the drawer where they had stashed one of the tubes of lube that they had recently purchased.
This one was, quite handily, water proof. He made his way back to his partner as quickly as the deep water would allow. Cris set one knee on the bench, bending to give Rowan a tender kiss while he guided his lover's elbows up to the edge of the tub. Christian then reached over to the wall and turned on the jets that had, until now, been off.
He smiled at Rowan, wondering whether the streams of water and light tickling bubbles would add anything to the experience. He would admit to having never used his bathroom in this fashion before meeting Rowan. Hopefully the addition would be pleasant and not distracting.
Opening the bottle of lube, Cris coated his fingers and then gathered his partner's legs. He lifted Rowan's lower half off the bench, the water making it easy for him to support his lover with just one arm. "I love you and plan on...loving you." He teased his partner's opening as he spoke. "We can take turns if you like. I don't think I will ever go lacking with you around to make me feel wanted."
With a deep breath for fortitude, Cris let go of his partner and stood up. He walked to the other side of the tub and hopped up, tilting forward, balanced on his stomach so he could lean out and reach the drawer where they had stashed one of the tubes of lube that they had recently purchased.
This one was, quite handily, water proof. He made his way back to his partner as quickly as the deep water would allow. Cris set one knee on the bench, bending to give Rowan a tender kiss while he guided his lover's elbows up to the edge of the tub. Christian then reached over to the wall and turned on the jets that had, until now, been off.
He smiled at Rowan, wondering whether the streams of water and light tickling bubbles would add anything to the experience. He would admit to having never used his bathroom in this fashion before meeting Rowan. Hopefully the addition would be pleasant and not distracting.
Opening the bottle of lube, Cris coated his fingers and then gathered his partner's legs. He lifted Rowan's lower half off the bench, the water making it easy for him to support his lover with just one arm. "I love you and plan on...loving you." He teased his partner's opening as he spoke. "We can take turns if you like. I don't think I will ever go lacking with you around to make me feel wanted."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan echoed Cris's pained tone as his partner pulled away, moving across the tub, clearly heading toward the drawer they had stashed the lube in. Good idea, with the waterproof stuff. Clearly they had issues keeping their hands off each other no matter where they were... when you took out the clothing factor and added hot water, forget it. Hands were going to be on, and that was all there was to it.
Rowan returned the gentle kiss as Cris repositioned him and turned the jets on in the tub. Rowan pressed his arms down on the edge of the tub, closing his eyes momentarily at the pleasant feel of the stirring water and bubbles around him.
He opened them at Cris's touch, his lips parting as he gasped with excitement and arousal at the feel of gentle fingers. He relaxed into Cris's supporting hold, tilting his head back a little, reveling in each moment, each sensation.
"However we manage it, a ghra," he murmured, "love with you is perfect every time."
He didn't say any more on the topic; Cris knew he wouldn't lie about this. His words were heartfelt and genuine, not merely romantic exaggerations in the heat of the moment. Cris fit him perfectly in every aspect of their relationship. He'd never felt this way, anxious yet satisfied at the same time, eager for release but patient to reach it. Cris seemed to know exactly how to touch him, stroke him, when to take him gently, when to abandon tenderness and possess him entirely, and, in some moments, when to let Rowan take him in return. That was a gift Rowan would not take for granted.
"Wanted, Cris... desired, needed, and I hope, always loved."
He would consider his life a success if he could manage to keep Cris feeling all of those things.
Rowan returned the gentle kiss as Cris repositioned him and turned the jets on in the tub. Rowan pressed his arms down on the edge of the tub, closing his eyes momentarily at the pleasant feel of the stirring water and bubbles around him.
He opened them at Cris's touch, his lips parting as he gasped with excitement and arousal at the feel of gentle fingers. He relaxed into Cris's supporting hold, tilting his head back a little, reveling in each moment, each sensation.
"However we manage it, a ghra," he murmured, "love with you is perfect every time."
He didn't say any more on the topic; Cris knew he wouldn't lie about this. His words were heartfelt and genuine, not merely romantic exaggerations in the heat of the moment. Cris fit him perfectly in every aspect of their relationship. He'd never felt this way, anxious yet satisfied at the same time, eager for release but patient to reach it. Cris seemed to know exactly how to touch him, stroke him, when to take him gently, when to abandon tenderness and possess him entirely, and, in some moments, when to let Rowan take him in return. That was a gift Rowan would not take for granted.
"Wanted, Cris... desired, needed, and I hope, always loved."
He would consider his life a success if he could manage to keep Cris feeling all of those things.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris smiled at Rowan's tender words and nodded his agreement. "You make me feel all of those things." His partner was much better expressing himself and he hoped that he managed to return through words and actions just how much Rowan meant to him. "I'm...fortunate." The word did not seem adequate enough to describe how truly blessed he felt for having Rowan in his life. "I've never been happier, Rue."
He took his fingers away, watching his partner, taking in every detail that had become so familiar and yet more beautiful to him every day. Cris slid himself slowly inside, the motion accompanied by a long soft sigh of pleasure. This felt good, each time this first moment of feeling Rowan wrapped around him, feeling like they were united physically and emotionally. There was one goal and it was simple but somehow more complex with Rowan. It was not just sex each time; it was loving him, making sure that his partner was as happy as he could make him, secure, loved, sated....all those things and more. It made each experience something different and every time with Rowan something special.
Wrapping his free hand around his lover's erection, Cris began a slow steady rhythm. He supported Rowan with his other arm but kept the hold loose so that his partner was free to move his hips as he saw fit. Leaning down, he licked some of the water off Rowan's abs and then regarded his lover with a lustful smile. "It seems that I am still hungry...for the private menu."
He took his fingers away, watching his partner, taking in every detail that had become so familiar and yet more beautiful to him every day. Cris slid himself slowly inside, the motion accompanied by a long soft sigh of pleasure. This felt good, each time this first moment of feeling Rowan wrapped around him, feeling like they were united physically and emotionally. There was one goal and it was simple but somehow more complex with Rowan. It was not just sex each time; it was loving him, making sure that his partner was as happy as he could make him, secure, loved, sated....all those things and more. It made each experience something different and every time with Rowan something special.
Wrapping his free hand around his lover's erection, Cris began a slow steady rhythm. He supported Rowan with his other arm but kept the hold loose so that his partner was free to move his hips as he saw fit. Leaning down, he licked some of the water off Rowan's abs and then regarded his lover with a lustful smile. "It seems that I am still hungry...for the private menu."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan returned Cris's smile with a brilliant one of his own. "I do aim to keep you that way Cris," he said. There seemed no greater purpose anymore than to make Cris happy and in doing so, Rowan achieved his own happiness. It was an experience that was more than satisfying. He had searched for this and finally found it. It was somewhat unexpected but that was how it was said to happen.
Rowan gripped the back of the tub, watching Cris's expression, lifting himself to meet his partner as he pushed slowly into him. He agreed with that soft sigh, understanding the feeling. It was like a homecoming, if coming home was both comforting, exciting, and arousing at once. As their bodies joined Rowan let out a soft moan of his own, locking his legs around Cris's back.
Cris began to stroke him slowly; Rowan kept his eyes fixed upon that beautiful face, enjoying every little expression that crossed it. Cris's arm beneath him was wonderfully supportive but not restrictive, and the warm water lapping around them as they began to move together felt incredible. He sucked in a short breath as Cris's tongue touched the skin of his stomach. Letting go of the tub with one hand he lowered it to slowly caress Cris's face, fingertips lightly tracing those delicate features.
The sinful smile made Rowan grin. "Who am I to deny you?" he asked, shifting his hips, pushing back gently against his partner. "I wouldn't want you to starve. By all means, take your fill."
As if Cris had to take. Rowan offered him everything he was. Cris had once admitted to a desire to possess him... granted, it was spoken in the heat of the moment but Rowan had never before experienced the sensation of belonging not only with someone but to them as well. Now he knew what it meant and it was more than fine. He did belong to Cris, and he loved it.
Rowan gripped the back of the tub, watching Cris's expression, lifting himself to meet his partner as he pushed slowly into him. He agreed with that soft sigh, understanding the feeling. It was like a homecoming, if coming home was both comforting, exciting, and arousing at once. As their bodies joined Rowan let out a soft moan of his own, locking his legs around Cris's back.
Cris began to stroke him slowly; Rowan kept his eyes fixed upon that beautiful face, enjoying every little expression that crossed it. Cris's arm beneath him was wonderfully supportive but not restrictive, and the warm water lapping around them as they began to move together felt incredible. He sucked in a short breath as Cris's tongue touched the skin of his stomach. Letting go of the tub with one hand he lowered it to slowly caress Cris's face, fingertips lightly tracing those delicate features.
The sinful smile made Rowan grin. "Who am I to deny you?" he asked, shifting his hips, pushing back gently against his partner. "I wouldn't want you to starve. By all means, take your fill."
As if Cris had to take. Rowan offered him everything he was. Cris had once admitted to a desire to possess him... granted, it was spoken in the heat of the moment but Rowan had never before experienced the sensation of belonging not only with someone but to them as well. Now he knew what it meant and it was more than fine. He did belong to Cris, and he loved it.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris could not imagine feeling any other way with Rowan. He had seen enough couples to know that this romantic beginning often didn't last but he hoped that it would be different for them. It seemed different: Rowan so easily became a part of his life, fitting into it as if he should have always been there. No one had ever done that. If he were inclined to believe in fancy words and romantic greetings cards then he would say they were soul mates, meant for each other or that they were fated to be together. That was more fairy tale than he was normally inclined to be but Cris imagined that if such things were true then they would feel like this.
It did seem that Rowan had awakened him from a very long sleep. He had not felt this happy and alive in a very long time.
He closed his eyes briefly as Rowan's hand gently touched his face. Smiling, he turned into it and gently kissed his lover's fingers.
When he looked up Rowan's answering grin made his own smile widen. "I'm glad that you feel that way..." Because he was sure he didn't want to stop. Cris continued the slow but insistent stroking that accompanied each of his deep, deliberate thrusts but he also bent his lips back down to his lover's stomach. Moving over to Rowan's side, he drug his fangs gently along the skin. He clamped his mouth down on the warm wet flesh and sucked hard. Cris then let up and teased with light licks of his tongue before leaning down again and gently sinking his fangs into his lover's side. He didn't want to draw much blood; he just wanted to taste Rowan. Now was not to satisfy but arouse. Sucking very lightly, he let the fluid pool warmly against his lips then he pulled away from the tiny wounds, cleaning them tenderly.
Cris leaned back and regarded Rowan as he ran his tongue slowly over his lips, savoring every ounce of blood. "You are delectable."
It did seem that Rowan had awakened him from a very long sleep. He had not felt this happy and alive in a very long time.
He closed his eyes briefly as Rowan's hand gently touched his face. Smiling, he turned into it and gently kissed his lover's fingers.
When he looked up Rowan's answering grin made his own smile widen. "I'm glad that you feel that way..." Because he was sure he didn't want to stop. Cris continued the slow but insistent stroking that accompanied each of his deep, deliberate thrusts but he also bent his lips back down to his lover's stomach. Moving over to Rowan's side, he drug his fangs gently along the skin. He clamped his mouth down on the warm wet flesh and sucked hard. Cris then let up and teased with light licks of his tongue before leaning down again and gently sinking his fangs into his lover's side. He didn't want to draw much blood; he just wanted to taste Rowan. Now was not to satisfy but arouse. Sucking very lightly, he let the fluid pool warmly against his lips then he pulled away from the tiny wounds, cleaning them tenderly.
Cris leaned back and regarded Rowan as he ran his tongue slowly over his lips, savoring every ounce of blood. "You are delectable."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Cris did it for him... in the best way possible as each thrust and coincidental stroke dragged a ragged moan from his throat.
"Oh God. Yes," he sighed as Cris bent down to him. He felt his lover's fangs against this skin, writhed against Cris's mouth in desperation, and then cried out yet again as Cris sucked at his side.
"Please," he gasped.
Rowan moaned in anguish as Cris pulled away and licked him lightly. His boyfriend was killing him, torturing him with outrageous pleasure. Rowan loved it. Cris could kill him every night, every day, as long as it felt just like this.
He couldn't really hold his partner; he needed to keep one hand at least on the back of the tub to help stabilize them. He did, however, use the other hand to brush into Cris's hair, smoothing his fingers down his neck and over his shoulder. As he felt Cris's fangs once more he moved it back up, pressed his lover close, and held him as he dropped his own head back, letting loose a short scream as Cris bit him.
"Cris!" His love's name was on his lips as he arched into that gentle, exciting bite. He felt himself throb, so close to coming but not quite there yet, and pressed himself into Cris's hand.
The sensations were nearly overwhelming. Rowan pushed against the back of the tub, met Cris's every movement with a matching one of his own, moved fluidly with him as they were embraced in the warm water of the bath. He had never been so in tune with anyone. He felt each and every movement. His skin felt impossibly sensitive, with Cris's mouth against it.
When Cris pulled away from his side Rowan realized he had forgotten to breathe since calling Cris's name. He sucked air into his lungs and opened his eyes to see Cris running his tongue over his lips. He tensed again, feeling himself throb in his lover's hand again. That had to be one of the most erotic things he;d ever seen.
He sent the emotion to Cris n the form of a glamour, the desire he felt strong enough to knock over a horse. Well, that's what happened when you aroused your glamouring boyfriend until he was half-mad with lust.
"And you," he gasped, "you are amazing, my own."
He pushed himself against Cris once more, encouraging him to continue, to bring them both to the point of release. He needed to hold him close. To feel the love coursing through him as he embraced Cris with all the passion in his heart.
"Oh God. Yes," he sighed as Cris bent down to him. He felt his lover's fangs against this skin, writhed against Cris's mouth in desperation, and then cried out yet again as Cris sucked at his side.
"Please," he gasped.
Rowan moaned in anguish as Cris pulled away and licked him lightly. His boyfriend was killing him, torturing him with outrageous pleasure. Rowan loved it. Cris could kill him every night, every day, as long as it felt just like this.
He couldn't really hold his partner; he needed to keep one hand at least on the back of the tub to help stabilize them. He did, however, use the other hand to brush into Cris's hair, smoothing his fingers down his neck and over his shoulder. As he felt Cris's fangs once more he moved it back up, pressed his lover close, and held him as he dropped his own head back, letting loose a short scream as Cris bit him.
"Cris!" His love's name was on his lips as he arched into that gentle, exciting bite. He felt himself throb, so close to coming but not quite there yet, and pressed himself into Cris's hand.
The sensations were nearly overwhelming. Rowan pushed against the back of the tub, met Cris's every movement with a matching one of his own, moved fluidly with him as they were embraced in the warm water of the bath. He had never been so in tune with anyone. He felt each and every movement. His skin felt impossibly sensitive, with Cris's mouth against it.
When Cris pulled away from his side Rowan realized he had forgotten to breathe since calling Cris's name. He sucked air into his lungs and opened his eyes to see Cris running his tongue over his lips. He tensed again, feeling himself throb in his lover's hand again. That had to be one of the most erotic things he;d ever seen.
He sent the emotion to Cris n the form of a glamour, the desire he felt strong enough to knock over a horse. Well, that's what happened when you aroused your glamouring boyfriend until he was half-mad with lust.
"And you," he gasped, "you are amazing, my own."
He pushed himself against Cris once more, encouraging him to continue, to bring them both to the point of release. He needed to hold him close. To feel the love coursing through him as he embraced Cris with all the passion in his heart.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Rowan's blood was intoxicating and arousing just to taste. The added feel of his lover's encouraging hand and the sound of his name spoken with such passion... well, it was nearly overwhelming.
And then there was his partner's glamour, further evidence of Rowan's desire which added fuel to his own. Whatever patience he had felt flew by the wayside after that undeniable confirmation of his lover's emotions. To know that the person that you cared for and wanted to please felt so strongly about you and what you were doing was a heady experience. Cris wished that he could return the favor but it was not one of his gifts. Instead he would make do with sending.
[My name has never sounded so good to my own ears.]
Increasing their pace was imperative; he needed Rowan right this very moment. More than that, Cris wanted to bring his lover to climax. [I want to hold you, spent and sated, in my arms.] He panted with his forceful thrusts; his own release so very close. [To know that I have made you happy.] As they say, there is nothing quite like a job well done. Cris was determined to do this very pleasurable activity as often as possible; he wanted it to continue being perfect every time. So far, to him, it always seemed to be.
Cris tilted his head back and closed his eyes, willing himself not to come just yet. He stroked Rowan at a feverish pace as he rocked within his partner to the same lust crazed tempo. The battle was being lost; Cris bent forward again. He sank his fangs into Rowan's side with no teasing foreplay and sucked hard from the small punctures. He came violently at the first taste of Rowan's rich blood once more on his tongue. Cris moaned loudly; the cry muffled against his lover's body. Holding tightly to Rowan with the arm around his waist, he continued to drink as each wave of blinding pleasure flooded through his body. The force of his climax made it difficult to stand while being buffeted by the choppy water and streaming jets. Cris didn't want to release either hold on Rowan so he widened his stance and clung determinedly to his partner as he regained his senses.
Afterward he gently licked the tiny wounds and then laid his head against his lover's chest.
"Much better than what I ordered at the Lounge." Cris smiled and rubbed his cheek against Rowan.
And then there was his partner's glamour, further evidence of Rowan's desire which added fuel to his own. Whatever patience he had felt flew by the wayside after that undeniable confirmation of his lover's emotions. To know that the person that you cared for and wanted to please felt so strongly about you and what you were doing was a heady experience. Cris wished that he could return the favor but it was not one of his gifts. Instead he would make do with sending.
[My name has never sounded so good to my own ears.]
Increasing their pace was imperative; he needed Rowan right this very moment. More than that, Cris wanted to bring his lover to climax. [I want to hold you, spent and sated, in my arms.] He panted with his forceful thrusts; his own release so very close. [To know that I have made you happy.] As they say, there is nothing quite like a job well done. Cris was determined to do this very pleasurable activity as often as possible; he wanted it to continue being perfect every time. So far, to him, it always seemed to be.
Cris tilted his head back and closed his eyes, willing himself not to come just yet. He stroked Rowan at a feverish pace as he rocked within his partner to the same lust crazed tempo. The battle was being lost; Cris bent forward again. He sank his fangs into Rowan's side with no teasing foreplay and sucked hard from the small punctures. He came violently at the first taste of Rowan's rich blood once more on his tongue. Cris moaned loudly; the cry muffled against his lover's body. Holding tightly to Rowan with the arm around his waist, he continued to drink as each wave of blinding pleasure flooded through his body. The force of his climax made it difficult to stand while being buffeted by the choppy water and streaming jets. Cris didn't want to release either hold on Rowan so he widened his stance and clung determinedly to his partner as he regained his senses.
Afterward he gently licked the tiny wounds and then laid his head against his lover's chest.
"Much better than what I ordered at the Lounge." Cris smiled and rubbed his cheek against Rowan.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan was reduced to moaning his agreement with pretty much everything Cris sent to him. He was so near to his own release, willing himself to hold on a few moments longer, knowing it would be even more spectacular if they came together.
"Cris," he sighed softly, tightening his legs around his lover's back and encouraging him as his pace increased to an insistent, driven rhythm. [You make me crazy with happiness,] he confirmed. [I can't get enough of you.]
The sight of Cris thrusting into him, his head tipped back and his eyes closed, was beautiful. Combined with the sensations singing over his skin and through his body Rowan felt almost electrified. This was worth everything. Anything. It was all he needed.
Cris bent forward into Rowan's waiting one-armed embrace this time. He wanted it; he was as ready as Cris was. He held on tightly as Cris bit into his side, fingers digging into Cris's shoulder. He could feel his lover coming; every single throb, every tensing muscle, every shiver of pleasure as he spent himself. Rowan moaned in delight and then he, too, was lost, surrendering to overwhelming bliss as they climaxed together. Rowan couldn't keep his eyes open although he wanted to watch Cris. His body went its own way despite his wishes and he closed them tightly as he hung desperately to Cris, battered by wave after wave of intense bliss.
When he came to it was with the incredibly soothing, deliciously comfortable feeling of being rocked gently in a sea of warm water, as their movements had created no few waves. He heard Cris's voice and lifted his head to look down with a sleepy satisfied smile. "I could deal with being on your menu," he said, his eyes sparkling appreciatively.
He shifted a little but in their current position it was impossible to hold each other properly. They'd have to get out of the bath soon; that was all right, but surely another minute or two wouldn't harm anyone. "I admit to being ready for the part about being spent and sated in your arms though."
It would be nice not to have to go anywhere later, but they did both have to work. Granted, Rowan was fairly sure they would be fine without ever working again but he suspected that Cris, like himself, needed such an occupation not for the money but for the sense of purpose.
It just made the prospect of a vacation that much more fun to look forward to.
"Cris," he sighed softly, tightening his legs around his lover's back and encouraging him as his pace increased to an insistent, driven rhythm. [You make me crazy with happiness,] he confirmed. [I can't get enough of you.]
The sight of Cris thrusting into him, his head tipped back and his eyes closed, was beautiful. Combined with the sensations singing over his skin and through his body Rowan felt almost electrified. This was worth everything. Anything. It was all he needed.
Cris bent forward into Rowan's waiting one-armed embrace this time. He wanted it; he was as ready as Cris was. He held on tightly as Cris bit into his side, fingers digging into Cris's shoulder. He could feel his lover coming; every single throb, every tensing muscle, every shiver of pleasure as he spent himself. Rowan moaned in delight and then he, too, was lost, surrendering to overwhelming bliss as they climaxed together. Rowan couldn't keep his eyes open although he wanted to watch Cris. His body went its own way despite his wishes and he closed them tightly as he hung desperately to Cris, battered by wave after wave of intense bliss.
When he came to it was with the incredibly soothing, deliciously comfortable feeling of being rocked gently in a sea of warm water, as their movements had created no few waves. He heard Cris's voice and lifted his head to look down with a sleepy satisfied smile. "I could deal with being on your menu," he said, his eyes sparkling appreciatively.
He shifted a little but in their current position it was impossible to hold each other properly. They'd have to get out of the bath soon; that was all right, but surely another minute or two wouldn't harm anyone. "I admit to being ready for the part about being spent and sated in your arms though."
It would be nice not to have to go anywhere later, but they did both have to work. Granted, Rowan was fairly sure they would be fine without ever working again but he suspected that Cris, like himself, needed such an occupation not for the money but for the sense of purpose.
It just made the prospect of a vacation that much more fun to look forward to.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris held onto Rowan, smiling against his lover's side as he felt his partner's own climax. Afterward he took his hand away and wrapped that arm around Rowan as well. Holding onto him for a few moments more, searching for the will to move.
Chuckling at his lover's response, Cris tilted his head up, his chin still resting against his partner's chest, blue eyes sparkling with amusement, mischief and love. "That's good because I think I have an insatiable craving that just won't go away."
When Rowan mentioned being held, Christian leaned back and pulled away so that he could do that properly. He sat down on the bench and reached over and gathered up his handsome redhead. Cris wrapped both arms around Rowan's chest and held him close, taking one away just long enough to tuck one stray strand of hair behind his partner's ear.
Sighing in utter contentment, he looked down and kissed Rowan gently on the forehead. "How's that?"
He looked around his little sanctuary and smiled. Cris decided that it was much better being light years away from everything else with Rowan along next to him.
"Do you think we'll get to see this someday? For real?"
Cris gestured toward the moving stars and nebulae that floated past in indication of his thoughts. Most of his life they had horses and wooden boats for travel. He would not have guessed that they would fly so easily in his lifetime. Cris had certainly seen the contraptions and early designs for it. Leonardo had been a personal favorite inventor of his and he had studied the man's diagrams with avid interest. Cris had enjoyed that Leonardo did not devote himself solely to war but also had more whimsical designs that he spent time thinking about. He personally felt that everyone involved in the serious business of war craft needed some time away from it.
"Perhaps there will be space pirates..." Cris grinned, his glance flickering toward his partner before looking out at the view once more.
Chuckling at his lover's response, Cris tilted his head up, his chin still resting against his partner's chest, blue eyes sparkling with amusement, mischief and love. "That's good because I think I have an insatiable craving that just won't go away."
When Rowan mentioned being held, Christian leaned back and pulled away so that he could do that properly. He sat down on the bench and reached over and gathered up his handsome redhead. Cris wrapped both arms around Rowan's chest and held him close, taking one away just long enough to tuck one stray strand of hair behind his partner's ear.
Sighing in utter contentment, he looked down and kissed Rowan gently on the forehead. "How's that?"
He looked around his little sanctuary and smiled. Cris decided that it was much better being light years away from everything else with Rowan along next to him.
"Do you think we'll get to see this someday? For real?"
Cris gestured toward the moving stars and nebulae that floated past in indication of his thoughts. Most of his life they had horses and wooden boats for travel. He would not have guessed that they would fly so easily in his lifetime. Cris had certainly seen the contraptions and early designs for it. Leonardo had been a personal favorite inventor of his and he had studied the man's diagrams with avid interest. Cris had enjoyed that Leonardo did not devote himself solely to war but also had more whimsical designs that he spent time thinking about. He personally felt that everyone involved in the serious business of war craft needed some time away from it.
"Perhaps there will be space pirates..." Cris grinned, his glance flickering toward his partner before looking out at the view once more.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan uttered a long sigh as his wishes were fulfilled and he felt himself being pulled into Cris's arms. He smiled at his partner, a lazy contented smile, and softly said, "I hope it never goes away."
Who knew what could happen to them in the next hundred, the next thousand, years? Rowan wanted to spend it all with Cris. He knew that, with certainty, already. Their lives didn't always go as planned though. He shoved those thoughts away. No sense worrying about it when it hadn't happened. There was 'now' to enjoy, and he was looking forward to that immensely.
"That is perfect," he murmured, winding his own arms around Cris's waist, not feeling any particular problem with being the one to curl up in his lover's lap despite their difference in size. As Cris kissed his forehead Rowan nuzzled his nose into Cris's neck and tipped his head to rest it against his lover's shoulder.
He closed his eyes but opened them again to follow Cris's gaze around the futuristic room. "Yes," he said simply.
Rowan and Cris had both seen centuries of advancements come and go, each age considered revolutionary and modern, yet humankind and vampirekind continued to forge into new areas of science. Rowan could still remember when bleeding was the method of treatment for nearly any ailment under the sun. Yet science had proven otherwise, and although leeches had lost favor even those were making a comeback in certain fields. He'd learned never to underestimate the leaps and bounds they were capable of making.
"I think of all the things I gained when this happened," he gestured to himself, meaning his vampiric state, "the privilege of continuing to learn has been my favorite benefit." He considered that statement with a smile. "Well, until now. But I suppose my field of study has only narrowed a little."
Cris was definitely the best thing to have happened to him in over a thousand years. Rowan loved learning about him, and didn't think he'd ever stop. He kissed Cris's neck with the same slow, lazy thoroughness as he felt inside, gently sucking at the fair skin and just enjoying the taste and feel of him. He smiled at the next suggestion.
"If there are space pirates, I won't be among them," he said, his voice still a soft murmur. He felt too sated to rouse himself to speak up at all. "I met this lawman, see, and he made me see the error of my pirating ways. I'm honest now." Rowan tilted his head back to look up at Cris with a grin. "Unless, of course, you do decide to retire to a life of piracy. You'd look great in a billowy pirate shirt."
Rowan had no doubt that if space travel became common, there would be pirates. There were deviants everywhere, those who couldn't live within the boundaries of the law for one reason or another. Why should space be any different?
"Would you go explore, then, if it became possible to do it? Or would you be content to stay here and protect what you know?"
Who knew what could happen to them in the next hundred, the next thousand, years? Rowan wanted to spend it all with Cris. He knew that, with certainty, already. Their lives didn't always go as planned though. He shoved those thoughts away. No sense worrying about it when it hadn't happened. There was 'now' to enjoy, and he was looking forward to that immensely.
"That is perfect," he murmured, winding his own arms around Cris's waist, not feeling any particular problem with being the one to curl up in his lover's lap despite their difference in size. As Cris kissed his forehead Rowan nuzzled his nose into Cris's neck and tipped his head to rest it against his lover's shoulder.
He closed his eyes but opened them again to follow Cris's gaze around the futuristic room. "Yes," he said simply.
Rowan and Cris had both seen centuries of advancements come and go, each age considered revolutionary and modern, yet humankind and vampirekind continued to forge into new areas of science. Rowan could still remember when bleeding was the method of treatment for nearly any ailment under the sun. Yet science had proven otherwise, and although leeches had lost favor even those were making a comeback in certain fields. He'd learned never to underestimate the leaps and bounds they were capable of making.
"I think of all the things I gained when this happened," he gestured to himself, meaning his vampiric state, "the privilege of continuing to learn has been my favorite benefit." He considered that statement with a smile. "Well, until now. But I suppose my field of study has only narrowed a little."
Cris was definitely the best thing to have happened to him in over a thousand years. Rowan loved learning about him, and didn't think he'd ever stop. He kissed Cris's neck with the same slow, lazy thoroughness as he felt inside, gently sucking at the fair skin and just enjoying the taste and feel of him. He smiled at the next suggestion.
"If there are space pirates, I won't be among them," he said, his voice still a soft murmur. He felt too sated to rouse himself to speak up at all. "I met this lawman, see, and he made me see the error of my pirating ways. I'm honest now." Rowan tilted his head back to look up at Cris with a grin. "Unless, of course, you do decide to retire to a life of piracy. You'd look great in a billowy pirate shirt."
Rowan had no doubt that if space travel became common, there would be pirates. There were deviants everywhere, those who couldn't live within the boundaries of the law for one reason or another. Why should space be any different?
"Would you go explore, then, if it became possible to do it? Or would you be content to stay here and protect what you know?"
Christian Bern
12 years ago
"I can't imagine it doing so." Cris smiled
The feel of Rowan nestled in his arms was wonderful; he sighed happily as his lover nestled closer and brought one arm up just enough to run his fingers through Rowan's hair.
Cris looked down at his partner when he mentioned that, yes, they would eventually see people traveling among the stars. He listened as Rowan explained the thing that he liked most about becoming a vampire. That expression became more brilliant as his lover amended his statement to include more recent developments.
"Me too, My Love." He looked back over and the moving dots. "It has been some of my favorite things about living so long. And Grisha too. That bookstore is his passion."
He held Rowan just a little closer; his own first priority was learning everything about his companion and then they could move on to years and years of learning things together.
Laughing at Rowan's reasons for not being a space pirate, Cris kissed his lover's hair and then shook his head. "No, I don't think I have the right look for it, unless I was the cabin boy and those are hardly very heroic and dashing."
Cris gave Rowan's question about whether he would travel in space some serious thought. There were potential dangers to the situation. It would definitely be worse to be trapped in space with a limited amount of humans to feed from. However, by then perhaps they would have managed to invent some artificial blood source suitable for living on. The exploration was worth the risks, especially if he had company.
"I cannot imagine Alfarinn not wanting to try space travel. Frankly, I am sure he would have done so already if there was a decent way to get around all the press." So, Cris sighed dramatically. "I would have to go along to make sure he didn't get himself killed. Of course, I might send someone else in my place if you were not interested in going..."
He listened for his lover's reply while leaning over enough to turn the jets off. There was no vampiric immunity to looking like a prune and he was ready to dry off and curl up, clean, and cozy, with Rowan in the bed.
The feel of Rowan nestled in his arms was wonderful; he sighed happily as his lover nestled closer and brought one arm up just enough to run his fingers through Rowan's hair.
Cris looked down at his partner when he mentioned that, yes, they would eventually see people traveling among the stars. He listened as Rowan explained the thing that he liked most about becoming a vampire. That expression became more brilliant as his lover amended his statement to include more recent developments.
"Me too, My Love." He looked back over and the moving dots. "It has been some of my favorite things about living so long. And Grisha too. That bookstore is his passion."
He held Rowan just a little closer; his own first priority was learning everything about his companion and then they could move on to years and years of learning things together.
Laughing at Rowan's reasons for not being a space pirate, Cris kissed his lover's hair and then shook his head. "No, I don't think I have the right look for it, unless I was the cabin boy and those are hardly very heroic and dashing."
Cris gave Rowan's question about whether he would travel in space some serious thought. There were potential dangers to the situation. It would definitely be worse to be trapped in space with a limited amount of humans to feed from. However, by then perhaps they would have managed to invent some artificial blood source suitable for living on. The exploration was worth the risks, especially if he had company.
"I cannot imagine Alfarinn not wanting to try space travel. Frankly, I am sure he would have done so already if there was a decent way to get around all the press." So, Cris sighed dramatically. "I would have to go along to make sure he didn't get himself killed. Of course, I might send someone else in my place if you were not interested in going..."
He listened for his lover's reply while leaning over enough to turn the jets off. There was no vampiric immunity to looking like a prune and he was ready to dry off and curl up, clean, and cozy, with Rowan in the bed.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan was quite content to remain in Cris's arms, although as he recovered from his recent earth-shattering climax and regained some small amount of energy he nuzzled his face against Cris's shoulder. As they talked softly he let his lips wander over Cris's fair skin, just happy to taste him and touch him, not really making any attempt to arouse or rekindle the passionate fires they had just indulged in. It was just nice to be here.
It didn't surprise him to hear Cris agree that learning was one of the best benefits of immortality. They were of like minds in that regard, no matter what subjects they were both drawn to. Rowan suspected they shared some interest but not all of them, and to him that seemed perfect. The last thing he wanted to do was smother Cris by trying to involve himself in every tiny minute aspect of his life. It was probably good for them each to have some individual interests.
Rowan laughed at Cris's own assessment of his suitability for piracy. He wrapped his arms tightly around Cris's waist and pressed himself close. "You'd be surprised, a ghra," he said. "Pirates come in all shapes and sizes. I think you'd make a particularly sexy one. You can be my first mate any time."
He grinned at his own little joke, not worried about how witty and charming he was... he was with Cris. If he got a little silly and goofy, well, Cris would understand.
Cris's opinion on space travel was... well, Alfarinn's. Rowan tilted his head to look at Cris, quirking an eyebrow up. "But would Cris like to try out space travel? Or are your desires dictated by Alfarinn's needs?"
His tone was lightly teasing. He knew how seriously Cris took his job. And he was certain Cris maintained his own opinion on space travel. But first and foremost he was a protector, and it was natural for him to think in those terms. He shook his head against Cris's shoulder again.
"I will go where you go," he said. There was no other place he wanted to be. "If you want me nearby, then that's where I want to be. Besides, someone has to be around to patch you both back up again if you have any mishaps."
As Cris turned the jets off in the tub Rowan sighed. They did have to get out. The water was cooling off and the bed was looking better and better. Not mention they had wine to finish and a tray of munchies that should not go ignored.
Stretching, but hugging Cris to him tightly, Rowan pushed off the bottom of the tub with his toes and pressed a soft kiss to Cris's lips, lingering just a bit. Then he stood and crossed the tub, reaching out to grab the two towels waiting for them. Stepping from the tub he wrapped one around his waist and held the other out to Cris. He helped wrap his lover up, using the towel to pull Cris close once again and kiss him again with a long sigh of contentment.
It didn't surprise him to hear Cris agree that learning was one of the best benefits of immortality. They were of like minds in that regard, no matter what subjects they were both drawn to. Rowan suspected they shared some interest but not all of them, and to him that seemed perfect. The last thing he wanted to do was smother Cris by trying to involve himself in every tiny minute aspect of his life. It was probably good for them each to have some individual interests.
Rowan laughed at Cris's own assessment of his suitability for piracy. He wrapped his arms tightly around Cris's waist and pressed himself close. "You'd be surprised, a ghra," he said. "Pirates come in all shapes and sizes. I think you'd make a particularly sexy one. You can be my first mate any time."
He grinned at his own little joke, not worried about how witty and charming he was... he was with Cris. If he got a little silly and goofy, well, Cris would understand.
Cris's opinion on space travel was... well, Alfarinn's. Rowan tilted his head to look at Cris, quirking an eyebrow up. "But would Cris like to try out space travel? Or are your desires dictated by Alfarinn's needs?"
His tone was lightly teasing. He knew how seriously Cris took his job. And he was certain Cris maintained his own opinion on space travel. But first and foremost he was a protector, and it was natural for him to think in those terms. He shook his head against Cris's shoulder again.
"I will go where you go," he said. There was no other place he wanted to be. "If you want me nearby, then that's where I want to be. Besides, someone has to be around to patch you both back up again if you have any mishaps."
As Cris turned the jets off in the tub Rowan sighed. They did have to get out. The water was cooling off and the bed was looking better and better. Not mention they had wine to finish and a tray of munchies that should not go ignored.
Stretching, but hugging Cris to him tightly, Rowan pushed off the bottom of the tub with his toes and pressed a soft kiss to Cris's lips, lingering just a bit. Then he stood and crossed the tub, reaching out to grab the two towels waiting for them. Stepping from the tub he wrapped one around his waist and held the other out to Cris. He helped wrap his lover up, using the towel to pull Cris close once again and kiss him again with a long sigh of contentment.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
"I'm sure they did." Cris laughed. "But movie pirates... well, I might could pull off Orlando Bloom's dandy. He does not look much bigger than me."
He gave Rowan a mock glower, knowing his partner was kidding, and said "I better be your only mate." Squeezing his lover tight, he smiled and added. "But I will gladly be your first mate as well."
Cris frowned at his companion when he asked his space travel question again and asked if his desires were dictated by Alfarinn's whims. "I would not have said that I would send someone else in my place if I had no say." Did it seem that he only did things that his elder wanted and that he had no opinion of his own? Rowan had phrased the original question in a way that concerned his job and he had answered in kind, pointing out that their curious elder would be poking his nose into new frontiers with or without accompaniment so protecting what he knew would involve space travel.
"I suppose that it would depend on what is out there." If it was all just rocks and dust then he might be content with the digital photos that would almost certainly be sent back.
"Your company would be most welcome and not just for your special bandaids." He smiled at the mental image of Alfarinn covered head to toe in cartoon emblazoned bandages for no other reason than he cut his finger on a can of space rations.
He let the water begin draining out of the tub and then stood with Rowan. His lover retrieved the towels for both of them and Cris smiled softly at the second kiss. Those led to more and that led to...other things and Rowan looked extremely sexy in a towel with his skin still damp enough to glisten. Cris stood and stared for a long moment before shaking his head and giving Rowan a self conscious grin.
"That's a wonderful look for you." Running a finger down his lover's chest, he found the edge of the towel and tugged lightly but not enough to dislodge it. " and so convenient to remove."
Stepping out, he led the way into the bedroom. He was already thinking less than innocent thoughts and those would be much better acted upon somewhere comfortable.
He gave Rowan a mock glower, knowing his partner was kidding, and said "I better be your only mate." Squeezing his lover tight, he smiled and added. "But I will gladly be your first mate as well."
Cris frowned at his companion when he asked his space travel question again and asked if his desires were dictated by Alfarinn's whims. "I would not have said that I would send someone else in my place if I had no say." Did it seem that he only did things that his elder wanted and that he had no opinion of his own? Rowan had phrased the original question in a way that concerned his job and he had answered in kind, pointing out that their curious elder would be poking his nose into new frontiers with or without accompaniment so protecting what he knew would involve space travel.
"I suppose that it would depend on what is out there." If it was all just rocks and dust then he might be content with the digital photos that would almost certainly be sent back.
"Your company would be most welcome and not just for your special bandaids." He smiled at the mental image of Alfarinn covered head to toe in cartoon emblazoned bandages for no other reason than he cut his finger on a can of space rations.
He let the water begin draining out of the tub and then stood with Rowan. His lover retrieved the towels for both of them and Cris smiled softly at the second kiss. Those led to more and that led to...other things and Rowan looked extremely sexy in a towel with his skin still damp enough to glisten. Cris stood and stared for a long moment before shaking his head and giving Rowan a self conscious grin.
"That's a wonderful look for you." Running a finger down his lover's chest, he found the edge of the towel and tugged lightly but not enough to dislodge it. " and so convenient to remove."
Stepping out, he led the way into the bedroom. He was already thinking less than innocent thoughts and those would be much better acted upon somewhere comfortable.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan turned around, doing a little spin for Cris in his towel. "You don't think it makes my butt look big?"
As they made their way out to the bedroom Rowan ditched his towel and hung it out of the way. He reached out to Cris and pulled him close once more, moaning softly at the touch of that lean body up against his. Cris's skin was damp also, still warm from the bath, and Rowan was hardly immune to the feel of his lover in any state.
Wrapping his arms around Cris and lowering his head for a deep, lingering kiss, then another, and a third, Rowan finally broke away. "I like this look on me better."
He continued to caress Cris's skin and pretty soon they found themselves conveniently tangled up on Cris's bed once more, touching, tasting, and teasing. Well, loving each other all damn day had been a part of the current plan... it was good to know they were going to stick with it.
By the time either of them fell asleep, sated and exhausted, Rowan was more certain than ever that he had finally found the person he wanted to share a very long life with. He relaxed easily into Cris's arms with no fears, no worries, something he'd never done. But he knew he was safe, falling asleep here. He wanted to be with Cris when he woke, every night, and he was lucky Cris wanted the same thing.
((ooc: Rue and Cris out for more mischief!))
As they made their way out to the bedroom Rowan ditched his towel and hung it out of the way. He reached out to Cris and pulled him close once more, moaning softly at the touch of that lean body up against his. Cris's skin was damp also, still warm from the bath, and Rowan was hardly immune to the feel of his lover in any state.
Wrapping his arms around Cris and lowering his head for a deep, lingering kiss, then another, and a third, Rowan finally broke away. "I like this look on me better."
He continued to caress Cris's skin and pretty soon they found themselves conveniently tangled up on Cris's bed once more, touching, tasting, and teasing. Well, loving each other all damn day had been a part of the current plan... it was good to know they were going to stick with it.
By the time either of them fell asleep, sated and exhausted, Rowan was more certain than ever that he had finally found the person he wanted to share a very long life with. He relaxed easily into Cris's arms with no fears, no worries, something he'd never done. But he knew he was safe, falling asleep here. He wanted to be with Cris when he woke, every night, and he was lucky Cris wanted the same thing.
((ooc: Rue and Cris out for more mischief!))