[I know, Rue.] Cris reassured his partner that he understood the true reason behind Rowan's use of empathy. It was okay and he would never ask his lover not to use an ability that he used almost constantly; he only wished it came more easily to Rowan.
Ume had done a fair job of both tempting his redhead and holding out. However, while she hated to lose, there seemed to be far more determination in Rowan to win. The result was hardly a terrible punishment. He watched as she shuddered and gasped, arching in the seat as Rowan brought her to ecstasy. There was something special about seeing his lover please someone else. He got to watch every intimate detail, see the result while knowing what it was like to feel those fingers on his own skin. It made him want Rowan all the more.
Cris adjusted himself back into his jeans as he stood but left them undone. Coming to stand between the two of them once more, he ran a gentle hand through Rowan's hair. He leaned over and planted a tender kiss on the top of his lover's head. "Well done."
Turning to Ume, Cris knelt down and unstrapped her ankles and wrists from the chair. He then scooped her up into his arms and brought her over to the bed.
"A promise is a promise, My Dear." He smiled softly at her as he set her down near the head of the bed. "Kneel here." Cris waited until Ume tucked her knees beneath her. He went around to the far side of the bed and pulled her arm out to the side, hooking the wrist cuff to the head board before going to the other side and doing the same.
Returning to Rowan, he reached down and took the both Ume's remote and his partner's in one hand and reached for one of Rowan's hands with the other. He led his lover over to the bed and then crawled onto one side and raised himself up on his knees. Cris beckoned Rowan up onto the other side.
"Come show me those skills first hand." Setting the remotes next to him on the bed, he pushed his jeans and boxers down out of the way and then reached for Rowan.
As You Wish (Open)
Rowan couldn't remember the last time he'd been in this position... so happy to be in it, too. He had a submissive nature, generally, so when he and Cris had mutually decided to go out and play tonight it was natural for them to fall into their current roles. His week at work had been disgustingly busy and he'd barely seen Cris at all. His current position actually served to help lessen the stress he'd been under; from the time they stepped out of Rowan's car Cris had been in control of everything and Rowan, grateful and relieved, had eagerly slipped into the role of submission he played now.
He was dressed (well, somewhat) in a pair of leather jeans, tailored to fit him perfectly. Rowan was vain enough to want to look good when he was out, and tonight was no exception. The pants hugged his hips, riding low, and were made of the softest, most pliant leather he could find. He wore nothing on top; Cris's preference, although Rowan didn't mind showing off and being shown off.
Around his neck was a purple suede collar, and around his wrists were matching purple cuffs. He followed closely behind Cris, his eyes demurely lowered, attached to his lover by a chain leash.
Aside from those, he wore nothing but his shoes and his usual assortment of hoops and studs in his ears. He didn't like the way the chain of the leash rattled occasionally, but he was the one who'd purchased it... he had liked the look of it. It was the only chained item he owned, and this was the first time he'd used it. He knew Cris wasn't aware of his unusual fear, or how much trust he placed in his partner by offering to use this particular item tonight. It seemed trivial. His trust in Cris was absolute. Were it some other hand at the end of the leash, Rowan would never have been comfortable.
In the long week since he and Cris had openly declared their love for each other Rowan had barely seen his partner, save for a few hurried kisses, embraces, and one lucky evening of feverish lovemaking when they'd been fortunate enough to find themselves in bed together as the ends of their shifts coincided.
Rowan was giving serious thought to quitting his job. He didn't think it was possible to miss someone as much as he missed Cris. When faced with one or the other, Cris won - hands down. Rowan wanted more time with him.
As they entered the House of Pain Rowan kept his eyes down, careful not to look at anyone, his attention riveted to Cris's feet in front of him.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan leaned into Cris's gentle hand, smiling at the soft kiss as well. The briefest of sighs escaped his lips when Cris moved away again but it was only a matter of moments before it became obvious that Cris was merely setting Ume up to watch, as he'd said. Before long Rowan's lover was back and Rowan slipped his hand into Cris's comfortably, standing to follow Cris to the bed.
Ume knelt at the head of it, cuffed to the headboard and looking comfortable. Rowan's smile didn't fade. Whether love was involved or not, he enjoyed pleasuring someone. He was fortunate that Cris was secure enough to share him, although Rowan considered that and realized his fears had been unfounded.
The reason he'd never really found anyone to stay with was because he'd feared boredom. Rowan always liked having many partners, experiencing a variety. He had thought being with one person would grow old. How wrong he had been. Turning his attention to Cris, seeing him up on his knees toward the foot of the bed, sideways to Ume so their guest could have a better view, Rowan knew that he would never grow tired of Cris. There wasn't the slightest hint of anything that even suggested it. Quite the contrary; he took in Christian and felt his heart twist with the forces of love and passion that overcame him. Rowan didn't need or want anyone else. Just Cris, and only Cris as long as he was lucky enough to hang onto him.
With that motivation in mind Rowan joined Cris at the end of the bed. It was still exciting to have Ume watching, and while he'd enjoyed having Cris's eyes on them previously that was nothing compared to the feeling of kneeling subserviently in front of Cris, his arm lacing around his lover's waist, and lowering his head to the swollen tip of his partner's erect cock.
Conscious of their audience, Rowan angled himself so that Ume could see everything, but he didn't look at her at all. His attention was completely focused on Cris. In a repeat of his earlier performance out in the booth Rowan ran the tip of his tongue up the underside of Cris's shaft before tracing it in tiny circles around the tip. Slowly he leaned in and took just that first inch or so into his mouth, closing his lips around it, encasing it in wet heat and sucking gently while he moved back and forth. Occasionally he took Cris in further, just a little bit, as a preview of things to come but for the first several minutes he simply made love to the sensitive tip of Cris's cock, suckling and licking and bobbing gently up and down on it with infinite patience.
The hand that wasn't wrapped around Cris's waist reached beneath him to lovingly cup his balls, gently lifting them and rubbing with his thumb as he had outside to the palm of Cris's hand. He still didn't pull away to speak; he could feel Cris's response. Rowan tightened his arm around Cris's waist, squeezing gently as he continued his adoring demonstration, trying not to get too intense too quickly but having trouble holding back. He wanted all of Cris, an hour ago.
Ume knelt at the head of it, cuffed to the headboard and looking comfortable. Rowan's smile didn't fade. Whether love was involved or not, he enjoyed pleasuring someone. He was fortunate that Cris was secure enough to share him, although Rowan considered that and realized his fears had been unfounded.
The reason he'd never really found anyone to stay with was because he'd feared boredom. Rowan always liked having many partners, experiencing a variety. He had thought being with one person would grow old. How wrong he had been. Turning his attention to Cris, seeing him up on his knees toward the foot of the bed, sideways to Ume so their guest could have a better view, Rowan knew that he would never grow tired of Cris. There wasn't the slightest hint of anything that even suggested it. Quite the contrary; he took in Christian and felt his heart twist with the forces of love and passion that overcame him. Rowan didn't need or want anyone else. Just Cris, and only Cris as long as he was lucky enough to hang onto him.
With that motivation in mind Rowan joined Cris at the end of the bed. It was still exciting to have Ume watching, and while he'd enjoyed having Cris's eyes on them previously that was nothing compared to the feeling of kneeling subserviently in front of Cris, his arm lacing around his lover's waist, and lowering his head to the swollen tip of his partner's erect cock.
Conscious of their audience, Rowan angled himself so that Ume could see everything, but he didn't look at her at all. His attention was completely focused on Cris. In a repeat of his earlier performance out in the booth Rowan ran the tip of his tongue up the underside of Cris's shaft before tracing it in tiny circles around the tip. Slowly he leaned in and took just that first inch or so into his mouth, closing his lips around it, encasing it in wet heat and sucking gently while he moved back and forth. Occasionally he took Cris in further, just a little bit, as a preview of things to come but for the first several minutes he simply made love to the sensitive tip of Cris's cock, suckling and licking and bobbing gently up and down on it with infinite patience.
The hand that wasn't wrapped around Cris's waist reached beneath him to lovingly cup his balls, gently lifting them and rubbing with his thumb as he had outside to the palm of Cris's hand. He still didn't pull away to speak; he could feel Cris's response. Rowan tightened his arm around Cris's waist, squeezing gently as he continued his adoring demonstration, trying not to get too intense too quickly but having trouble holding back. He wanted all of Cris, an hour ago.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris threaded his fingers through his lover's hair, gently sliding them along the cool strands as Rowan settled himself in place. His hand abruptly stopped moving as soon as his partner's tongue slid seductively slow along the underside of his erection. He closed his eyes and braced himself with his other hand on his lover's shoulder. It was necessary; soon his partner's teasing attention had him off balance and leaning into that inviting mouth and the hand that cupped him gently.
Heaving a shuddering sigh, Cris opened his eyes and looked down at Rowan as his partner continued to lavish attention patiently but relentlessly to the cock in his mouth. The sight of that never ceased to fill him with overwhelming desire. His lover's lips stretched around him and the expression on Rowan's face as he did his best to bring him the utmost pleasure possible caused his heart to beat faster for more than one reason.
He leaned over and reached down for the remote that belonged to Rowan's toy. Cris turned it on and then turned it a little higher. Normally he would let his lover continue to do what he was doing until the desired outcome was achieved but tonight he wanted to last long enough to see Rowan tired, sated and happy.
With that in mind, Cris felt it would be a good idea to start wearing his partner out.
"You are...wonderful, Love." His words came out in a long almost breathless sigh. "But please stop...for now."
Cris pulled away and went to retrieve the disposable wipes and then came back to the bed. "Kneel on all fours facing Ume."
He waited until his lover had complied and then ran his hands up the back of Rowan's thighs. "This toy is nice." Cris grasped both of his partner's cheeks in his hands and then reached over and rocked the plug with a press against the bottom edge of it with his thumb. "I love feeling it hum inside you." He could feel the vibration run up through his thumb and into his hand. "And watching your reaction..."
Looking up at Ume, he smiled. Watching Rowan's reaction was now her punishment. It was hard to see it as a terrible sacrifice but he preferred having the ability to touch his lover and that was something she could not currently do.
"However, it is my turn to play with you." Cris grasped the edge of the pug and slowly pulled it most of the way out. He slid it back inside and then pulled it out again. "Tell me. Do you want me inside you instead?" Cris pressed the toy back inside and pressed his palm gently against it, reaching over to turn up the remote with the other hand as he waited for an answer.
Heaving a shuddering sigh, Cris opened his eyes and looked down at Rowan as his partner continued to lavish attention patiently but relentlessly to the cock in his mouth. The sight of that never ceased to fill him with overwhelming desire. His lover's lips stretched around him and the expression on Rowan's face as he did his best to bring him the utmost pleasure possible caused his heart to beat faster for more than one reason.
He leaned over and reached down for the remote that belonged to Rowan's toy. Cris turned it on and then turned it a little higher. Normally he would let his lover continue to do what he was doing until the desired outcome was achieved but tonight he wanted to last long enough to see Rowan tired, sated and happy.
With that in mind, Cris felt it would be a good idea to start wearing his partner out.
"You are...wonderful, Love." His words came out in a long almost breathless sigh. "But please stop...for now."
Cris pulled away and went to retrieve the disposable wipes and then came back to the bed. "Kneel on all fours facing Ume."
He waited until his lover had complied and then ran his hands up the back of Rowan's thighs. "This toy is nice." Cris grasped both of his partner's cheeks in his hands and then reached over and rocked the plug with a press against the bottom edge of it with his thumb. "I love feeling it hum inside you." He could feel the vibration run up through his thumb and into his hand. "And watching your reaction..."
Looking up at Ume, he smiled. Watching Rowan's reaction was now her punishment. It was hard to see it as a terrible sacrifice but he preferred having the ability to touch his lover and that was something she could not currently do.
"However, it is my turn to play with you." Cris grasped the edge of the pug and slowly pulled it most of the way out. He slid it back inside and then pulled it out again. "Tell me. Do you want me inside you instead?" Cris pressed the toy back inside and pressed his palm gently against it, reaching over to turn up the remote with the other hand as he waited for an answer.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan loved the fact that he could affect Cris so strongly. He could feel his lover tense; the hand in his hair stopped moving and the other one gripped his shoulder tightly. They were small signs but obvious ones.
He had hoped to continue but he realized that wouldn't happen as Cris reached for the little remote and used it. Rowan felt a brief wash of despair; he wanted to keep doing this. He loved the taste of Cris in his mouth, the feel, the sounds he made as he let his body's desires take over. But that was replaced with more anticipation as Rowan braced himself against the vibrator and moaned softly around his partner's hard shaft.
Rowan stopped as directed and pulled away, looking up to meet Cris's blue eyes with an expectant expression of his own. Obviously Cris had a plan as he left and returned, and Rowan got a hint of what it was when he was asked to turn, which he did. He found Ume's eyes fixed upon him and he smiled softly into them. He loved the show. While it might bother some people to have somebody watching, Rowan just upped his game for it. He was confident enough in himself to enjoy giving a performance. Having someone else's eyes on him only made him want to do it all better.
He closed his eyes, though, as Cris ran his hands up Rowan's legs and played with the little toy. His lover's words, voiced in that loving tenor, provided a stimulus even though he couldn't see Cris's face. Rowan gasped softly, ducking his head, providing said reaction and then groaning as Cris continued to manipulate the little plug. Between his lover's gestures and the vibrations of the toy Rowan felt himself shaking; he desperately wanted that release.
Cris asked if Rowan would rather have him, the question accompanied by an even stronger wave of vibrations. Rowan had to wait a moment before he was capable of answering, and then it came out in a breathless moan.
"Yes. Please," he begged, unashamed to do so. "I want you."
He didn't assume what he wanted was what he would get... but the prospect of having Cris inside him had him more turned on, if that was even possible. Just the thought of that perfect, seamless union was enough to have him shuddering with excitement.
"Please," he whispered again, his lips parted as he panted softly and leaned back into Cris's teasing hands. His lover had him tense, wanting, tight with anticipation. The stress of his week was coiled up in a bundle in the pit of his stomach, only waiting for the release Cris could provide. Having the decisions taken out of his hands was the perfect 'let it go' method and not for the first time, somewhere in a tiny corner of his mind that wasn't being driven insane with lust, Rowan was bowled over with relief and gratitude at his lover's willingness and understanding.
He had hoped to continue but he realized that wouldn't happen as Cris reached for the little remote and used it. Rowan felt a brief wash of despair; he wanted to keep doing this. He loved the taste of Cris in his mouth, the feel, the sounds he made as he let his body's desires take over. But that was replaced with more anticipation as Rowan braced himself against the vibrator and moaned softly around his partner's hard shaft.
Rowan stopped as directed and pulled away, looking up to meet Cris's blue eyes with an expectant expression of his own. Obviously Cris had a plan as he left and returned, and Rowan got a hint of what it was when he was asked to turn, which he did. He found Ume's eyes fixed upon him and he smiled softly into them. He loved the show. While it might bother some people to have somebody watching, Rowan just upped his game for it. He was confident enough in himself to enjoy giving a performance. Having someone else's eyes on him only made him want to do it all better.
He closed his eyes, though, as Cris ran his hands up Rowan's legs and played with the little toy. His lover's words, voiced in that loving tenor, provided a stimulus even though he couldn't see Cris's face. Rowan gasped softly, ducking his head, providing said reaction and then groaning as Cris continued to manipulate the little plug. Between his lover's gestures and the vibrations of the toy Rowan felt himself shaking; he desperately wanted that release.
Cris asked if Rowan would rather have him, the question accompanied by an even stronger wave of vibrations. Rowan had to wait a moment before he was capable of answering, and then it came out in a breathless moan.
"Yes. Please," he begged, unashamed to do so. "I want you."
He didn't assume what he wanted was what he would get... but the prospect of having Cris inside him had him more turned on, if that was even possible. Just the thought of that perfect, seamless union was enough to have him shuddering with excitement.
"Please," he whispered again, his lips parted as he panted softly and leaned back into Cris's teasing hands. His lover had him tense, wanting, tight with anticipation. The stress of his week was coiled up in a bundle in the pit of his stomach, only waiting for the release Cris could provide. Having the decisions taken out of his hands was the perfect 'let it go' method and not for the first time, somewhere in a tiny corner of his mind that wasn't being driven insane with lust, Rowan was bowled over with relief and gratitude at his lover's willingness and understanding.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
They were both unbelievably sexy. Ume watched unashamed in those moments when the men were focused on each other. Rowan looked nearly blissful while carrying out Cris's instructions and the blond appeared to be very 'moved' by the results. She did not think either of them would last long at this rate. A small smile crossed her lips at the thought of seeing them both in that final moment of climax, faces expressing ecstasy, completely unaware of everything else around them for that brief period of time. Ume loved seeing that; the abandon of it, being allowed to witness it. It was a part of some of her deepest fantasies and she wondered how she managed to get so lucky tonight.
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Cris waited patiently for Rowan's answer, his heart skipping a beat as his lover struggled a moment with the reply. Seeing the tremors in his partner's body aroused him even more and he sighed quietly with relief as Rowan expressed his desire for him instead of the toy.
"Since you asked so nicely."
Taking his hand away, Cris turned the remote off, pulled out a towel to lay it on and then eased the plug out of his partner. He set it aside on the floor next to the bed. Cris pressed himself gently against Rowan and then took hold of his lover's hips. He slid himself inside slowly but smoothly, moaning softly once he was buried fully within his partner.
[God, I love the feel of you.] Cris rocked in and out, moving just his hips. [and the sight of you.] He bent down, sliding his hands beneath his lover and gliding them up Rowan's chest, at the same time he touched his lips to his lover's back, kissing and licking along Rowan's spine in light little touches. [and the taste of you...]
Brushing his fingers across his lover's nipples, Cris laid his cheek against his lover's back and sighed happily. He continued to toy with the hard little bumps beneath his fingers, pinching and tugging gently before brushing the entire length of his hands over the top of them.
"Are you ready to give Ume a good show, Love?"
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Cris waited patiently for Rowan's answer, his heart skipping a beat as his lover struggled a moment with the reply. Seeing the tremors in his partner's body aroused him even more and he sighed quietly with relief as Rowan expressed his desire for him instead of the toy.
"Since you asked so nicely."
Taking his hand away, Cris turned the remote off, pulled out a towel to lay it on and then eased the plug out of his partner. He set it aside on the floor next to the bed. Cris pressed himself gently against Rowan and then took hold of his lover's hips. He slid himself inside slowly but smoothly, moaning softly once he was buried fully within his partner.
[God, I love the feel of you.] Cris rocked in and out, moving just his hips. [and the sight of you.] He bent down, sliding his hands beneath his lover and gliding them up Rowan's chest, at the same time he touched his lips to his lover's back, kissing and licking along Rowan's spine in light little touches. [and the taste of you...]
Brushing his fingers across his lover's nipples, Cris laid his cheek against his lover's back and sighed happily. He continued to toy with the hard little bumps beneath his fingers, pinching and tugging gently before brushing the entire length of his hands over the top of them.
"Are you ready to give Ume a good show, Love?"
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan was grateful when Cris decided to be merciful; given what they'd done already he wasn't sure how much longer he could last, even with the assistance of the rings that were still in place. He continued to shake with restrained desire as Cris removed the other toy and set it aside. He felt himself poised on the edge of anticipation and very nearly lost all control when Cris's strong hands gripped his hips.
He felt a brief dizzying sensation as Cris penetrated him smoothly, completely, with a soft noise that threatened to undo him again. With determination he held out; he didn't want this to be over with the moment Cris finally joined with him. It felt so good though, this completion of what they'd begun, what they'd built up to since entering the club that night.
Rowan let go of his own soft moan of ecstasy at the sound of Cris's voice in his head, that one brief, tantalizing, perfect shift of his hips as he rocked against Rowan. [Cris... you...] He struggled to find appropriate words, pressing his own hips back against Cris as he buried himself deep inside of Rowan. His arms wrapped around him and Rowan felt the warm wetness of his lips and tongue along his spine and everything that had managed not to vanish already did so now; there was no one else in the universe. Wrapped up so completely in Cris's embrace, Rowan felt his strain melt away and was surprised at the fact.
Usually it took a climax, a real physical release of some sort, for Rowan to overcome it when he was so worked up. He was amazed to find a mental climax, of sorts, in the sensation of being held by Cris, kissed and touched, and the fullness of having him inside of him. [... you are all I need,] he managed to send raggedly back. [All I'll ever need.]
His heart felt light all of a sudden and Rowan pushed back harder, arching his back up into Cris's embrace, trying to get as much contact as he could. Cris's voice drifted up to him and he vaguely remembered that Ume was still there, attached to the bed, watching them.
"I'm ready," Rowan breathed softly, "for you, my own."
Rowan's climax was a foregone conclusion. He was coming, probably far sooner than anticipated, given the overwhelming sensation of Cris's cock seated so deeply inside of him, his strong arms wrapped around him. Knowing he was not far off Rowan wished for Cris to join him, to feel his lover's release along with his own. Brazenly, almost impatiently, he rocked gently back against Cris's hips, pushing with his arms and working himself slowly against his lover. He wasn't sure he could have held still at all at this point, having been teased both mentally and physically to this point.
He felt a brief dizzying sensation as Cris penetrated him smoothly, completely, with a soft noise that threatened to undo him again. With determination he held out; he didn't want this to be over with the moment Cris finally joined with him. It felt so good though, this completion of what they'd begun, what they'd built up to since entering the club that night.
Rowan let go of his own soft moan of ecstasy at the sound of Cris's voice in his head, that one brief, tantalizing, perfect shift of his hips as he rocked against Rowan. [Cris... you...] He struggled to find appropriate words, pressing his own hips back against Cris as he buried himself deep inside of Rowan. His arms wrapped around him and Rowan felt the warm wetness of his lips and tongue along his spine and everything that had managed not to vanish already did so now; there was no one else in the universe. Wrapped up so completely in Cris's embrace, Rowan felt his strain melt away and was surprised at the fact.
Usually it took a climax, a real physical release of some sort, for Rowan to overcome it when he was so worked up. He was amazed to find a mental climax, of sorts, in the sensation of being held by Cris, kissed and touched, and the fullness of having him inside of him. [... you are all I need,] he managed to send raggedly back. [All I'll ever need.]
His heart felt light all of a sudden and Rowan pushed back harder, arching his back up into Cris's embrace, trying to get as much contact as he could. Cris's voice drifted up to him and he vaguely remembered that Ume was still there, attached to the bed, watching them.
"I'm ready," Rowan breathed softly, "for you, my own."
Rowan's climax was a foregone conclusion. He was coming, probably far sooner than anticipated, given the overwhelming sensation of Cris's cock seated so deeply inside of him, his strong arms wrapped around him. Knowing he was not far off Rowan wished for Cris to join him, to feel his lover's release along with his own. Brazenly, almost impatiently, he rocked gently back against Cris's hips, pushing with his arms and working himself slowly against his lover. He wasn't sure he could have held still at all at this point, having been teased both mentally and physically to this point.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris smiled at the beginning of a thought that started with his name and then tapered off as Rowan pushed back into him. He growled softly against his lover's back and pulled away to thrust again in return.
The ending of the thought that Rowan completed made him pause. Cris stopped stroking and teasing his lover in order to wrap his arms more fully around his partner and hug him tightly. [I hope so. I love you, Rue.] He smoothed his hands up Rowan's sides and added. [I want to always be able to provide for you and care for you in whatever way I can.] His partner was a compassionate caregiver, patient and loving. Cris still marveled that Rowan saw something to love in a someone such as himself. He would do his utmost to do and be whatever Rowan needed.
Leaning back, Cris focused on letting his partner find release. Rowan answered his question and then moved against him with impatient thrusts that required him to hide a smile; after all it was very impertinent for the role that his lover was playing. He couldn't argue with the results though. Cris groaned, expressing the blissful agony that Rowan's movements caused, deciding that any punishment such demanding behavior warranted would just have to wait until later.
"Good." He was losing control of his voice. Cris finished in a broken husky version of his normal tone. "Then let us see you come."
He gripped Rowan's hips again and started moving in a steady rhythm. Soon building up to a more relentless pace that had him grunting softly with effort. Cris knew that Rowan would prefer him to climax with him or as close to it as they could manage. He drove himself toward that goal with everything he had. Finally Cris released one of his partner's hips and reached down to take Rowan's cock in his hand, stroking it from base to tip in the same frantic rhythm.
"Let it all go, Love"
Cris wanted Rowan to release everything that he had pent up inside; he hoped for an emotional and mental release instead of simply a physical one. He knew that his partner understood that. It was the main goal for the evening. They both expected to thoroughly enjoy trying to achieve it. He would, of course, have to repeat the process several more times this evening....just to be sure.
The ending of the thought that Rowan completed made him pause. Cris stopped stroking and teasing his lover in order to wrap his arms more fully around his partner and hug him tightly. [I hope so. I love you, Rue.] He smoothed his hands up Rowan's sides and added. [I want to always be able to provide for you and care for you in whatever way I can.] His partner was a compassionate caregiver, patient and loving. Cris still marveled that Rowan saw something to love in a someone such as himself. He would do his utmost to do and be whatever Rowan needed.
Leaning back, Cris focused on letting his partner find release. Rowan answered his question and then moved against him with impatient thrusts that required him to hide a smile; after all it was very impertinent for the role that his lover was playing. He couldn't argue with the results though. Cris groaned, expressing the blissful agony that Rowan's movements caused, deciding that any punishment such demanding behavior warranted would just have to wait until later.
"Good." He was losing control of his voice. Cris finished in a broken husky version of his normal tone. "Then let us see you come."
He gripped Rowan's hips again and started moving in a steady rhythm. Soon building up to a more relentless pace that had him grunting softly with effort. Cris knew that Rowan would prefer him to climax with him or as close to it as they could manage. He drove himself toward that goal with everything he had. Finally Cris released one of his partner's hips and reached down to take Rowan's cock in his hand, stroking it from base to tip in the same frantic rhythm.
"Let it all go, Love"
Cris wanted Rowan to release everything that he had pent up inside; he hoped for an emotional and mental release instead of simply a physical one. He knew that his partner understood that. It was the main goal for the evening. They both expected to thoroughly enjoy trying to achieve it. He would, of course, have to repeat the process several more times this evening....just to be sure.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Cris's pause in movements made Rowan wonder for just a moment. The moment passed as he felt Cris's arms around him once more, heard the words in his head. He gave a half-sighed sob of disbelief and joy at hearing them, something he could never tire of no matter what he felt with empathy. [And I love you,] he sent back, glad to be able to put those feelings into words but accompanying them with a wave of emotion. [So much.]
The groan his movements caused made Rowan smile. The ragged words spoken out loud had his heart pounding against his chest; did Cris have any idea just how sexy it was? He must; he was a masterful lover. Rowan had the feeling, though, that at times like these Cris, like Rowan himself, was still somewhat shocked at the level of desire and deep attachment he felt. Possibly even more so than Rowan, for the man who had distanced himself from intimacy for so long. Rowan basked in it now. He loved Cris's intensity, didn't shy away from being the recipient of it, embraced it with everything he had.
As Cris increased his pace and the power of his thrusts Rowan continued to rock back against him, meeting him for every stroke. He lowered his arms a little, changing the angle of Cris's penetration to increase that pleasant friction for them both, knowing Cris was working himself up to join Rowan. He couldn't love his partner more, Rowan was sure, or he might burst.
"Yes," he moaned softly as Cris's hand reached down and wrapped around his cock.
Let it all go... how wonderful it felt to have someone like Cris, who understood him so completely. Rowan closed his eyes and did his best to comply. It wasn't difficult. Cris was the controller here. Rowan might be able to meet his movements but it was Cris who controlled the speed, the depth, and who now had his hand firmly around Rowan's erection, stroking him there as well. Rowan gladly gave up all control. There was nothing he could do in this situation but ride it out.
Just like there had been nothing he could do at work. He had tried; he'd done his best. He'd reported each abuse case to CPS, he'd personally intervened on all three with some heavily-implemented suggestions, and he'd worked for hours on the little boy who'd died, continuing even after his fellow surgeon had insisted they call it finished. Rowan had tried. He couldn't always effect change where he wanted. Sometimes he had to be content to say he had done his best and walk away, move on to the next person who needed help. He couldn't dwell on the ones he had failed or he'd go insane. He had to let them go somehow.
The tension and the anxiety built and built, saved up over the course of that long week, but Rowan had trusted himself to Cris. And Cris said to let it go. Rowan felt Cris moving behind him, deep within him, each stroke of his hand matching the intense thrusts of his hips. Rowan shuddered, his whole body tightening as Cris urged him forward over the brink of ecstasy.
"Cris," he moaned, a brief warning, or prayer, or word of thanks... Rowan didn't know which it was by then.
All he knew was blinding euphoria, the feeling intensified tenfold by the little toy he still wore, the hand gripping his hip, Cris's soft noises behind him. Rowan did, indeed, let everything go as he came with a ragged cry that tore itself from his throat. Cris had him; he wasn't going to fall, he wasn't going to be lost in despair. He was held tightly as he rode wave after wave of paralyzing climax until there was nothing left; no fear, no anxiety, nothing but love and lingering desire as he pushed back against his partner with the remaining dregs of energy he could muster up.
The groan his movements caused made Rowan smile. The ragged words spoken out loud had his heart pounding against his chest; did Cris have any idea just how sexy it was? He must; he was a masterful lover. Rowan had the feeling, though, that at times like these Cris, like Rowan himself, was still somewhat shocked at the level of desire and deep attachment he felt. Possibly even more so than Rowan, for the man who had distanced himself from intimacy for so long. Rowan basked in it now. He loved Cris's intensity, didn't shy away from being the recipient of it, embraced it with everything he had.
As Cris increased his pace and the power of his thrusts Rowan continued to rock back against him, meeting him for every stroke. He lowered his arms a little, changing the angle of Cris's penetration to increase that pleasant friction for them both, knowing Cris was working himself up to join Rowan. He couldn't love his partner more, Rowan was sure, or he might burst.
"Yes," he moaned softly as Cris's hand reached down and wrapped around his cock.
Let it all go... how wonderful it felt to have someone like Cris, who understood him so completely. Rowan closed his eyes and did his best to comply. It wasn't difficult. Cris was the controller here. Rowan might be able to meet his movements but it was Cris who controlled the speed, the depth, and who now had his hand firmly around Rowan's erection, stroking him there as well. Rowan gladly gave up all control. There was nothing he could do in this situation but ride it out.
Just like there had been nothing he could do at work. He had tried; he'd done his best. He'd reported each abuse case to CPS, he'd personally intervened on all three with some heavily-implemented suggestions, and he'd worked for hours on the little boy who'd died, continuing even after his fellow surgeon had insisted they call it finished. Rowan had tried. He couldn't always effect change where he wanted. Sometimes he had to be content to say he had done his best and walk away, move on to the next person who needed help. He couldn't dwell on the ones he had failed or he'd go insane. He had to let them go somehow.
The tension and the anxiety built and built, saved up over the course of that long week, but Rowan had trusted himself to Cris. And Cris said to let it go. Rowan felt Cris moving behind him, deep within him, each stroke of his hand matching the intense thrusts of his hips. Rowan shuddered, his whole body tightening as Cris urged him forward over the brink of ecstasy.
"Cris," he moaned, a brief warning, or prayer, or word of thanks... Rowan didn't know which it was by then.
All he knew was blinding euphoria, the feeling intensified tenfold by the little toy he still wore, the hand gripping his hip, Cris's soft noises behind him. Rowan did, indeed, let everything go as he came with a ragged cry that tore itself from his throat. Cris had him; he wasn't going to fall, he wasn't going to be lost in despair. He was held tightly as he rode wave after wave of paralyzing climax until there was nothing left; no fear, no anxiety, nothing but love and lingering desire as he pushed back against his partner with the remaining dregs of energy he could muster up.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Rowan continued to push against him, angling himself downward increasing the friction and sensation of each thrust. It shouldn't surprise him how quickly he could come to this point, each movement one of aching carnal need but it still did. Rowan had that effect on him. It had been a long week for him too with very little time with Rowan to rest and relax in each other's company. The desperate longing to touch and hold his lover close had helped to build a frenzied state of desire that their love making was only just beginning to sate.
He gasped as Rowan cried out and then clinched around him as he came. Cris slid his other arm from his partner's hip downward and around his waist, holding him close as he felt the force of Rowan's climax rage through his body. Relieved and even more turned on by the strength of his lover's release, Cris gently uncurled his hand from Rowan's cock and wrapped that arm around his lover's waist as well.
Holding Rowan close, he thrust deeply a few more times before he too was caught up in the overwhelming bliss of climax. Tilting his head back, Cris cried out as he came in that blinding white haze of ecstasy. He arched, holding onto Rowan for support as the waves of pleasure coursed through him.
Slumping forward, Cris braced one hand on the bed and leaned his cheek against his lover's back. He stayed there for a few long deep breaths as his heart hammered against his chest. Eventually he pulled away and righted himself.
"You were perfect, Love."
Cris reached down out and pulled out the sanitary wipes. Wrapping an arm around Rowan, he gathered his lover to him, settling Rowan's back against his chest. Cris carefully cleaned them both and then gently took the leather rings off his partner and set them aside. Holding Rowan close, he kissed his neck gently above the collar. Cris whispered softly. "Fühlst du besser?"
Looking up at Ume, he smiled.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you, My Dear. You're next."
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They were beautiful together. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever had the pleasure to witness up close.
Ume loved the deep lust filled sound of Christian's voice and the melodic beauty of Rowan's accent as he managed to make one word replies sound like pure sex. Yes had never been more provocative and she wanted him to say her name like he had called out to Cris.
There was something caring in Christian's words when he told Rowan to let it all go. Not to just let go. It was an odd phrasing and she wondered if something bad had happened to the redhead. Ume felt a surge of concern and sympathy for the man and she was happy to see him getting this chance to be cared for in the way that a sub found so freeing. It was wonderful that he had found someone to do that for him; someone who understood their needs. Longing hit her like a blow to the chest.
She was distracted easily enough by the force of Rowan's climax. He made such wonderful sounds as he came. Ume loved how free he seemed to be, how expressive. She knew that he looked now like he did whenever he came just for Christian. She was truly seeing something private and special. Ume drank in the expression of bliss on his handsome face with wide eyes. She did not want to miss a single moment. Her attention refocused on Cris as he came not long afterward, arching magnificently against his lover. Ume wished she could see more of his face but she could tell that his eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed as he concentrated on the sensations than ran through his body. Then the expression smoothed into an absent little smile that she knew was meant for Rowan despite the redhead not being able to see it.
They were tender together. Ume watched the care with which Christian handled his partner. Her eyes fluttered downward when she was noticed. She wondered whether he could tell how worked up she already was. Ume could feel the wetness on her thighs already just from watching. She would hide if she could but Christian had made it so that she couldn't. That too was exciting and she felt her heart beat faster with anticipation at whatever might come next.
"Yes, Sir."
He gasped as Rowan cried out and then clinched around him as he came. Cris slid his other arm from his partner's hip downward and around his waist, holding him close as he felt the force of Rowan's climax rage through his body. Relieved and even more turned on by the strength of his lover's release, Cris gently uncurled his hand from Rowan's cock and wrapped that arm around his lover's waist as well.
Holding Rowan close, he thrust deeply a few more times before he too was caught up in the overwhelming bliss of climax. Tilting his head back, Cris cried out as he came in that blinding white haze of ecstasy. He arched, holding onto Rowan for support as the waves of pleasure coursed through him.
Slumping forward, Cris braced one hand on the bed and leaned his cheek against his lover's back. He stayed there for a few long deep breaths as his heart hammered against his chest. Eventually he pulled away and righted himself.
"You were perfect, Love."
Cris reached down out and pulled out the sanitary wipes. Wrapping an arm around Rowan, he gathered his lover to him, settling Rowan's back against his chest. Cris carefully cleaned them both and then gently took the leather rings off his partner and set them aside. Holding Rowan close, he kissed his neck gently above the collar. Cris whispered softly. "Fühlst du besser?"
Looking up at Ume, he smiled.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you, My Dear. You're next."
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They were beautiful together. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever had the pleasure to witness up close.
Ume loved the deep lust filled sound of Christian's voice and the melodic beauty of Rowan's accent as he managed to make one word replies sound like pure sex. Yes had never been more provocative and she wanted him to say her name like he had called out to Cris.
There was something caring in Christian's words when he told Rowan to let it all go. Not to just let go. It was an odd phrasing and she wondered if something bad had happened to the redhead. Ume felt a surge of concern and sympathy for the man and she was happy to see him getting this chance to be cared for in the way that a sub found so freeing. It was wonderful that he had found someone to do that for him; someone who understood their needs. Longing hit her like a blow to the chest.
She was distracted easily enough by the force of Rowan's climax. He made such wonderful sounds as he came. Ume loved how free he seemed to be, how expressive. She knew that he looked now like he did whenever he came just for Christian. She was truly seeing something private and special. Ume drank in the expression of bliss on his handsome face with wide eyes. She did not want to miss a single moment. Her attention refocused on Cris as he came not long afterward, arching magnificently against his lover. Ume wished she could see more of his face but she could tell that his eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed as he concentrated on the sensations than ran through his body. Then the expression smoothed into an absent little smile that she knew was meant for Rowan despite the redhead not being able to see it.
They were tender together. Ume watched the care with which Christian handled his partner. Her eyes fluttered downward when she was noticed. She wondered whether he could tell how worked up she already was. Ume could feel the wetness on her thighs already just from watching. She would hide if she could but Christian had made it so that she couldn't. That too was exciting and she felt her heart beat faster with anticipation at whatever might come next.
"Yes, Sir."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
As Rowan tried to hold onto his senses for a few more minutes the stars gradually faded from in front of his eyes. He could feel Cris behind him, moaned happily as Cris's arms wrapped around his waist tightly. There was a desperate edge to Cris's motions and Rowan understood that his partner needed this as well. It floored him to know that Cris needed him, just as Rowan needed Cris, but it was impossible to deny as he felt his lover's arms, those deep, frantic thrusts, and heard the cry of exultant release. Rowan pressed himself hard against Cris as he felt his lover come, trapped comfortably close to Cris's body by those arms.
As Cris fell forward Rowan braced himself and helped to hold Cris up, closing his eyes and smiling at the sensation of Cris's sated body over his. He would always be there to support his love no matter the reason, big or small. Rowan remained as still as he could on his still-shaky arms until Cris pulled away and moved to clean them off.
As he was pulled into his partner's loving embrace Rowan leaned back against Cris's chest with a blissful sigh. He closed his eyes once again and turned his face to rest it against Cris's.
"Ich fühle mich viel besser, mein Lieb." His voice was a whisper, as Cris's had been. "Danke. Und für dich? Alles gute jetzt? Nicht zu müde? Wir haben noch die ganze nacht."
Rowan's tone was much lighter now, more playful, as he rebounded quickly from his release and went right back to flirting with his lover. He flexed his hands experimentally, feeling the cuffs firmly about them and smiling, He didn't need them anymore tonight. Cris had, indeed, helped him let go. But that didn't mean they weren't going to be a whole lot of fun to continue to wear.
Rowan looked over at Ume who sat wide-eyed, lips parted with desire. He rubbed his cheek against Cris's, his eyes fixed on their guest. The night was still young indeed. He did hope, however, that whatever Cris had planned it included Rowan getting to finish what he'd started with his boyfriend only a little while ago. He had faith in Cris's stamina. And his own. As for their human friend, well, who knew there... but Rowan was certain of one thing and that was, she would enjoy whatever his partner had in store. Cris was a masterful tactician and while those skills may not have seen an actual battlefield in the last few decades or more, he was clearly not about to lose his edge.
The idea made Rowan sigh with anticipation and turn his head to gently nip at Cris's ear.
((ooc: "I feel much better, my Love. Thank you. And you? All good now? Not too tired? We still have the entire night."))
As Cris fell forward Rowan braced himself and helped to hold Cris up, closing his eyes and smiling at the sensation of Cris's sated body over his. He would always be there to support his love no matter the reason, big or small. Rowan remained as still as he could on his still-shaky arms until Cris pulled away and moved to clean them off.
As he was pulled into his partner's loving embrace Rowan leaned back against Cris's chest with a blissful sigh. He closed his eyes once again and turned his face to rest it against Cris's.
"Ich fühle mich viel besser, mein Lieb." His voice was a whisper, as Cris's had been. "Danke. Und für dich? Alles gute jetzt? Nicht zu müde? Wir haben noch die ganze nacht."
Rowan's tone was much lighter now, more playful, as he rebounded quickly from his release and went right back to flirting with his lover. He flexed his hands experimentally, feeling the cuffs firmly about them and smiling, He didn't need them anymore tonight. Cris had, indeed, helped him let go. But that didn't mean they weren't going to be a whole lot of fun to continue to wear.
Rowan looked over at Ume who sat wide-eyed, lips parted with desire. He rubbed his cheek against Cris's, his eyes fixed on their guest. The night was still young indeed. He did hope, however, that whatever Cris had planned it included Rowan getting to finish what he'd started with his boyfriend only a little while ago. He had faith in Cris's stamina. And his own. As for their human friend, well, who knew there... but Rowan was certain of one thing and that was, she would enjoy whatever his partner had in store. Cris was a masterful tactician and while those skills may not have seen an actual battlefield in the last few decades or more, he was clearly not about to lose his edge.
The idea made Rowan sigh with anticipation and turn his head to gently nip at Cris's ear.
((ooc: "I feel much better, my Love. Thank you. And you? All good now? Not too tired? We still have the entire night."))
Christian Bern
12 years ago
There was just something incredibly sexy about hearing his native tongue spoken in his lover's voice. Cris closed his eyes and sighed softly, committing the, mostly, innocuous words to memory.
"Ich bin nicht müde und Ich machte ein Versprechen." He smiled and kissed Rowan on the cheek. Switching back to English he added. "to play with you until you are completely and utterly exhausted."
Cris smiled at Rowan's tender little bite, squeezing his lover tighter once more before moving away. He stood, pulling his pants back up around his hips and closing them. Coming around the side of the bed, Cris unlocked one of Ume's hands and then went around the other side to free her entirely.
Wrapping an arm around her back, he leaned down an kissed her gently before pulling back. He pointed her toward the end of the bed. Turning to his lover, Cris smiled.
"Its your turn to watch, Love." He patted the sturdy headboard with a few gentle but insistent taps. Cris did not want exactly the same thing for Rowan though; he had something else in mind. "Come sit here with your legs stretched out in front of you."
Waiting until his lover complied, Cris then hooked the cuffs to the bed, one to each side, much as Ume's had been. Once Rowan was comfortably situated, he went and retrieved the ordinary chair he had been sitting in earlier while watching them both. Situating it to the side of the bed where he wanted it, Cris the took one of the pillows off the bed and placed it in the chair.
"Ume, come lay across Rowan's lap, here." He indicated his partner's thighs and the chair. Cris waited until she had crawled over to his companion. "Face up, head here." He clarified in case it was not already clear.
Ume settled herself with her head on the pillow that was in the chair and her hips resting on Rowan's legs. Cris went to the chair, and lifted her head, cradling it with one hand, while he doubled over the pillow with the other. "Comfortable?" She nodded and then added a quiet, "Yes, Sir."
Cris turned to Rowan. "How about you, Love? Comfortable?"
((OOC: Cris said. "I am not tired and I made a promise." ))
"Ich bin nicht müde und Ich machte ein Versprechen." He smiled and kissed Rowan on the cheek. Switching back to English he added. "to play with you until you are completely and utterly exhausted."
Cris smiled at Rowan's tender little bite, squeezing his lover tighter once more before moving away. He stood, pulling his pants back up around his hips and closing them. Coming around the side of the bed, Cris unlocked one of Ume's hands and then went around the other side to free her entirely.
Wrapping an arm around her back, he leaned down an kissed her gently before pulling back. He pointed her toward the end of the bed. Turning to his lover, Cris smiled.
"Its your turn to watch, Love." He patted the sturdy headboard with a few gentle but insistent taps. Cris did not want exactly the same thing for Rowan though; he had something else in mind. "Come sit here with your legs stretched out in front of you."
Waiting until his lover complied, Cris then hooked the cuffs to the bed, one to each side, much as Ume's had been. Once Rowan was comfortably situated, he went and retrieved the ordinary chair he had been sitting in earlier while watching them both. Situating it to the side of the bed where he wanted it, Cris the took one of the pillows off the bed and placed it in the chair.
"Ume, come lay across Rowan's lap, here." He indicated his partner's thighs and the chair. Cris waited until she had crawled over to his companion. "Face up, head here." He clarified in case it was not already clear.
Ume settled herself with her head on the pillow that was in the chair and her hips resting on Rowan's legs. Cris went to the chair, and lifted her head, cradling it with one hand, while he doubled over the pillow with the other. "Comfortable?" She nodded and then added a quiet, "Yes, Sir."
Cris turned to Rowan. "How about you, Love? Comfortable?"
((OOC: Cris said. "I am not tired and I made a promise." ))
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan noted the little sigh and smiled softly to himself. Was it the content of the words, or the language? It was going to be fun to find out; he supposed he could always ask but that was boring... straightforward worked with the important things (although a part of him argued and won that everything about Cris was important), but Rowan liked discovering the little details about his lover on his own too. After the brief exchange Rowan was more conscious of the very very slight hint of an accent Cris still had; it was incredibly understated but still present, a softening of certain consonants and vowels. It was beautiful.
His eyes followed Cris as he moved around the bed and let Ume free. It was hard, very hard, to pull them away and in this situation he didn't need to. Cris moved gracefully but efficiently, no move wasted and every one deliberate.
Rowan realized he might be addicted. Was that okay? He wasn't sure... he hoped so.
With a smile he complied with his lover's wishes and arranged himself as directed on the bed. The smile faded as Cris attached his wrists to the headboard with a set of metal clips that rattled against both the bed and the D-rings of his cuffs. Rowan immediately tensed and forced his breathing to slow.It wasn't that loud, he tried to reason to himself.
He was here with Cris. Nothing would go wrong.
Rowan closed his eyes as Cris situated Ume, taking the few moments when his partner's attention was off of him to try to compose himself. Without meaning to he moved his arm; the metal rattled again and he hitched in a breath. He felt Ume settle across his legs but he could not relax, couldn't enjoy it, and it made him worry that he couldn't give either of them, Cris or Ume, the experience that he wanted to.
When Cris turned to him and inquired as to his comfort Rowan wanted to lie, very badly. His first inclination was to do so. He did it so often. But he wouldn't, to Cris. His lover deserved to know it bothered him. How terrible would Cris feel, knowing he intended to bring pleasure and unknowingly caused fear? Rowan couldn't do that to him.
So he raised his eyes to Cris and softly said, "The clips. Please... get the rope, sir. Please."
Cris would look at him, he knew, and Cris would know it was more than simply pushing the boundaries of their roles. Rowan was very serious, if for no other reason than to be able to keep performing for them all.
His eyes followed Cris as he moved around the bed and let Ume free. It was hard, very hard, to pull them away and in this situation he didn't need to. Cris moved gracefully but efficiently, no move wasted and every one deliberate.
Rowan realized he might be addicted. Was that okay? He wasn't sure... he hoped so.
With a smile he complied with his lover's wishes and arranged himself as directed on the bed. The smile faded as Cris attached his wrists to the headboard with a set of metal clips that rattled against both the bed and the D-rings of his cuffs. Rowan immediately tensed and forced his breathing to slow.It wasn't that loud, he tried to reason to himself.
He was here with Cris. Nothing would go wrong.
Rowan closed his eyes as Cris situated Ume, taking the few moments when his partner's attention was off of him to try to compose himself. Without meaning to he moved his arm; the metal rattled again and he hitched in a breath. He felt Ume settle across his legs but he could not relax, couldn't enjoy it, and it made him worry that he couldn't give either of them, Cris or Ume, the experience that he wanted to.
When Cris turned to him and inquired as to his comfort Rowan wanted to lie, very badly. His first inclination was to do so. He did it so often. But he wouldn't, to Cris. His lover deserved to know it bothered him. How terrible would Cris feel, knowing he intended to bring pleasure and unknowingly caused fear? Rowan couldn't do that to him.
So he raised his eyes to Cris and softly said, "The clips. Please... get the rope, sir. Please."
Cris would look at him, he knew, and Cris would know it was more than simply pushing the boundaries of their roles. Rowan was very serious, if for no other reason than to be able to keep performing for them all.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
There was something wrong. Cris noticed his partner being unnaturally still. The cuff rattled and he heard his lover's breath hitch. It was not exactly the same sound as the one done in a moment of pleasure but the difference was subtle. If it hadn't been Rowan, whose sounds he loved and studied with avid attention to every detail, he might not have noticed the difference.
He asked if Rowan was comfortable and the answer made him frown slightly. His eyes unfocused as he took in the details of his lover's aura. The yellow of fear and the wavering of the colour that was rapidly overwhelming all of the other colours in his partner's aura showed a rising panic. It had him to Rowan's side in a heartbeat.
Cris slid across his Rowan's lap, straddling him just in front of Ume's hips. He reached for the first cuff and released it and then reached for the other. Cris then wrapped Rowan in his arms, one hand making his way into the back of his partner's neck where he brushed his fingers up and down Rowan's neck and back in slow, soothing strokes. [Everything okay now, Love?]
Holding Rowan tightly until his lover felt less tense in his arms, Cris tried to sort out what the problem was. It was not being bound. They had done that before, several times now and that had not been a problem. Always with rope, was it a fear of being unable to escape? Surely not. Rowan was strong enough to pull the leather cuffs from the metal ring that attached them to the bed, if it came down to it. That did not seem to be the likely answer. [Want to explain to me what happened?] His partner had mentioned the clips. Cris could not see what was so terrifying about them. Whatever it was; he wanted to make sure Rowan never experienced it again.
Rowan's aura had shown, even in his fear, his concern for them and he knew that his partner did not want to cause Ume any alarm. Cris doubted that she would be terribly upset as they quickly sorted out the problem. There was no abuse happening but she might have thought he had purposefully pushed Rowan's boundaries and fear was indeed contagious. He would also do what he could to save his lover's pride. Placing a kiss on Rowan's cheek, he then gave his partner a level look.
"Well if you insist." Cris slid off, trailing one hand lightly across his lover's chest as he moved away. "Then I will just have to insist on a payment of some kind for such generosity." He hoped that it would appear that Rowan's request was seen as one of mild rebellion or greediness in asking for something knowing that there would be some added punishment involved.
He went and got a couple of shorter pieces of nylon cord and carefully tied Rowan's cuffs to the headboard once more. Cris eyed his partner with concerned focus, taking in his lover's breathing, movements, expression and aura all in quick assessing glances. [Alright, Love?]
Deeming things better now, he turned to Ume and smoothed his fingers through her hair. He then went to the wall of toys and found another set of vibrating clamps. Coming back to the bed, Cris leaned down and toyed with one of Rowan's nipples with the tip of his tongue before taking it between his teeth and gently tugging. He licked it once more before putting the clamp on it. Going around the bed, he paid similar attention to the other one.
Cris handed the remote to Ume and then picked up her matching one. "You have his and I have yours."
He asked if Rowan was comfortable and the answer made him frown slightly. His eyes unfocused as he took in the details of his lover's aura. The yellow of fear and the wavering of the colour that was rapidly overwhelming all of the other colours in his partner's aura showed a rising panic. It had him to Rowan's side in a heartbeat.
Cris slid across his Rowan's lap, straddling him just in front of Ume's hips. He reached for the first cuff and released it and then reached for the other. Cris then wrapped Rowan in his arms, one hand making his way into the back of his partner's neck where he brushed his fingers up and down Rowan's neck and back in slow, soothing strokes. [Everything okay now, Love?]
Holding Rowan tightly until his lover felt less tense in his arms, Cris tried to sort out what the problem was. It was not being bound. They had done that before, several times now and that had not been a problem. Always with rope, was it a fear of being unable to escape? Surely not. Rowan was strong enough to pull the leather cuffs from the metal ring that attached them to the bed, if it came down to it. That did not seem to be the likely answer. [Want to explain to me what happened?] His partner had mentioned the clips. Cris could not see what was so terrifying about them. Whatever it was; he wanted to make sure Rowan never experienced it again.
Rowan's aura had shown, even in his fear, his concern for them and he knew that his partner did not want to cause Ume any alarm. Cris doubted that she would be terribly upset as they quickly sorted out the problem. There was no abuse happening but she might have thought he had purposefully pushed Rowan's boundaries and fear was indeed contagious. He would also do what he could to save his lover's pride. Placing a kiss on Rowan's cheek, he then gave his partner a level look.
"Well if you insist." Cris slid off, trailing one hand lightly across his lover's chest as he moved away. "Then I will just have to insist on a payment of some kind for such generosity." He hoped that it would appear that Rowan's request was seen as one of mild rebellion or greediness in asking for something knowing that there would be some added punishment involved.
He went and got a couple of shorter pieces of nylon cord and carefully tied Rowan's cuffs to the headboard once more. Cris eyed his partner with concerned focus, taking in his lover's breathing, movements, expression and aura all in quick assessing glances. [Alright, Love?]
Deeming things better now, he turned to Ume and smoothed his fingers through her hair. He then went to the wall of toys and found another set of vibrating clamps. Coming back to the bed, Cris leaned down and toyed with one of Rowan's nipples with the tip of his tongue before taking it between his teeth and gently tugging. He licked it once more before putting the clamp on it. Going around the bed, he paid similar attention to the other one.
Cris handed the remote to Ume and then picked up her matching one. "You have his and I have yours."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Cris's response to his discomfort was immediate. Rowan smiled tightly as his partner slid across his lap; the smile relaxed and became one of genuine relief when the clips were released. When Cris's arms went around him Rowan buried his face in his lover's chest, his own arms wrapping around Cris's slender waist.
[Yes. I'm sorry, a ghra, it's just fine now.] He nuzzled into the crook of Cris's neck as his breathing returned to normal. [Yes... I'll explain as well as I can.]
That would be a difficult task, though, since Rowan had no idea where his fear stemmed from. He closed his eyes and relaxed further into Cris's embrace while he considered. [It's the sound of metal,] he sent after a moment. [Not metal hitting metal, like swords clashing but... rattling. Like coins or chains. Or... jail keys. It gets to me. I'm sorry, I should have told you before.]
Rowan had no idea if his jail cell key fear was valid or not, but given the brand and tattoo on his back he had always just made that assumption. He regretted not having told Cris about it previously, but how often does that come up in normal conversation? Cris did not have a habit of jangling change in his pockets, or house keys, or anything like that that would have brought the topic to the fore any earlier.
Rowan could have stayed where he was for hours, resting happily in Cris's arms, but that was not the name of the game tonight. Since Ume did not exactly have the best view, however, he mischievously turned his head into Cris's kiss and softly captured his lips instead, for a brief moment, his eyes twinkling once again, all traces of anxiety gone. As Cris moved away Rowan lowered his eyes demurely and said, "Yes, sir. Thank you."
Cris's control of the situation was so complete that not even Rowan's little bobble had really impacted the setting. It was yet another trait about his partner that he found so appealing, so sexy. The list was already large, and every night he found new items to add to it.
Rowan smiled softly down at Ume as Cris reattached his cuffs to the headboard, this time with the ropes. He sighed, this time relaxing, moving a little beneath Ume to make them both more comfortable. When Cris asked again, Rowan was able to look at his lover with his normal confidence, nodding his head.
[Thank you, Cris. For you.]
Rowan couldn't describe how humbled he was to have Cris's love and affection. He was such a good man, a caring person, so passionate and so attentive to those around him. Rowan was constantly floored at the magnitude of love he felt when he thought of him. Ume was a lucky woman tonight, he thought with a private little smile.
And he was a lucky man... forever, Rowan concluded, as Cris caused him to arch his back and give a soft hiss of pleasure with just the tiniest touches of his tongue and teeth. He had thought he was sated, but his lover's warm mouth upon his skin was kindling the coals of desire into a warm fire yet again. He was reminded of Cris's soft noises and his cry of release from just a few minutes ago and those memories warmed him even further. As Cris told Ume whose remote belonged to whom, Rowan closed his eyes and waited for what would come next... with rising anticipation and renewed desire.
[Yes. I'm sorry, a ghra, it's just fine now.] He nuzzled into the crook of Cris's neck as his breathing returned to normal. [Yes... I'll explain as well as I can.]
That would be a difficult task, though, since Rowan had no idea where his fear stemmed from. He closed his eyes and relaxed further into Cris's embrace while he considered. [It's the sound of metal,] he sent after a moment. [Not metal hitting metal, like swords clashing but... rattling. Like coins or chains. Or... jail keys. It gets to me. I'm sorry, I should have told you before.]
Rowan had no idea if his jail cell key fear was valid or not, but given the brand and tattoo on his back he had always just made that assumption. He regretted not having told Cris about it previously, but how often does that come up in normal conversation? Cris did not have a habit of jangling change in his pockets, or house keys, or anything like that that would have brought the topic to the fore any earlier.
Rowan could have stayed where he was for hours, resting happily in Cris's arms, but that was not the name of the game tonight. Since Ume did not exactly have the best view, however, he mischievously turned his head into Cris's kiss and softly captured his lips instead, for a brief moment, his eyes twinkling once again, all traces of anxiety gone. As Cris moved away Rowan lowered his eyes demurely and said, "Yes, sir. Thank you."
Cris's control of the situation was so complete that not even Rowan's little bobble had really impacted the setting. It was yet another trait about his partner that he found so appealing, so sexy. The list was already large, and every night he found new items to add to it.
Rowan smiled softly down at Ume as Cris reattached his cuffs to the headboard, this time with the ropes. He sighed, this time relaxing, moving a little beneath Ume to make them both more comfortable. When Cris asked again, Rowan was able to look at his lover with his normal confidence, nodding his head.
[Thank you, Cris. For you.]
Rowan couldn't describe how humbled he was to have Cris's love and affection. He was such a good man, a caring person, so passionate and so attentive to those around him. Rowan was constantly floored at the magnitude of love he felt when he thought of him. Ume was a lucky woman tonight, he thought with a private little smile.
And he was a lucky man... forever, Rowan concluded, as Cris caused him to arch his back and give a soft hiss of pleasure with just the tiniest touches of his tongue and teeth. He had thought he was sated, but his lover's warm mouth upon his skin was kindling the coals of desire into a warm fire yet again. He was reminded of Cris's soft noises and his cry of release from just a few minutes ago and those memories warmed him even further. As Cris told Ume whose remote belonged to whom, Rowan closed his eyes and waited for what would come next... with rising anticipation and renewed desire.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris was relieved that Rowan was calm once more after the metal restraints had been removed. He would have preferred to hold his lover longer, stroke him tenderly, kiss away any residual fear, but they weren't alone tonight and he had Ume to consider as well.
Still he did hold Rowan as his lover explained which sounds bothered him and which did not. [I will keep it in mind,Love, so that I never needlessly frighten you again.] Rowan implied his theory with the mention of the jail keys. Cris was beginning to understand that not knowing his past left some serious questions and fears for his lover. He held Rowan tighter, pressing him close as if he could shield his partner from the pains of the past that he didn't know. [My Love, I have every faith that you have always been a good man. I would hold no fear of what your past might reveal because I am sure that I am right. Either way though; it doesn't matter. This past that you can't remember made the man I love and led him down the path that brought him here to me. For that, I am very grateful.] Rowan could be a mass murderer; it wouldn't matter. It would surprise him greatly, but ultimately it would not change the fact that he loved the man that he held now.
It was with great reluctance that he left Rowan and continued on with their evening.
Cris smiled up at Rowan and answered his sending. [You are welcome, Love. I am yours.] It was not what his lover had meant but it was true none the less. Rowan might be the one physically bound at the moment but Cris's heart was securely locked away somewhere in Rowan's possession. So far he was happy to report that his partner was treating it very well.
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Ume looked from one man to the other. Christian had stopped what he was doing to quickly release Rowan's bonds as soon as the redhead requested they be changed. She would give him credit that his voice held very little stress in it when he asked quietly for the ropes but she was laying on top of him and he was tense. Christian went to him immediately, almost as if he too could sense that something was wrong. She wondered what had caused the concern but everyone had their quirks. It was interesting to her that this one was not known. Surely they have played with these things before; they seemed like a couple who knew each other well.
The problem was resolved quickly and it put her more at ease. Rowan had made a serious request and Christian listened and soothed his partner. These were not cruel men; she was beginning to feel that she could truly trust them and let go like she had in situations before Heather and Stan.
Now she could just see Cris moving onto the other side of the bed from beneath the veil of her lashes. Ume didn't raise her head to get a better look; instead, she waited with forced patience though her heart was pounding and her skin felt tingly with anticipation.
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Cris crawled onto the bed. Leaning down, he brushed his lips lightly across the inside of one of Ume's thighs. He felt her quiver lightly in response. Pressing his hands gently between her legs, he spread them further apart and then moved closer, settling himself between them. Cris wrapped his arms beneath her thighs and then grasped the tops of them with his hands.
He inched closer to the warm, dark mound in front of him until he was inches away. Cris paused, feeling her tremble in his grasp, waiting for that moment of contact. He could see and feel very clearly that it was pleasure filled anticipation and not fear that caused her shake beneath his touch. Leaning in the last tiny bit of distance, Cris slid his tongue between her folds and licked upward, once, before moving just a hair's breath back again.
"So tell me, Ume, what do you find most erotic about this situation?"
((OOC: She is being nice so far and has not used the remote))
Still he did hold Rowan as his lover explained which sounds bothered him and which did not. [I will keep it in mind,Love, so that I never needlessly frighten you again.] Rowan implied his theory with the mention of the jail keys. Cris was beginning to understand that not knowing his past left some serious questions and fears for his lover. He held Rowan tighter, pressing him close as if he could shield his partner from the pains of the past that he didn't know. [My Love, I have every faith that you have always been a good man. I would hold no fear of what your past might reveal because I am sure that I am right. Either way though; it doesn't matter. This past that you can't remember made the man I love and led him down the path that brought him here to me. For that, I am very grateful.] Rowan could be a mass murderer; it wouldn't matter. It would surprise him greatly, but ultimately it would not change the fact that he loved the man that he held now.
It was with great reluctance that he left Rowan and continued on with their evening.
Cris smiled up at Rowan and answered his sending. [You are welcome, Love. I am yours.] It was not what his lover had meant but it was true none the less. Rowan might be the one physically bound at the moment but Cris's heart was securely locked away somewhere in Rowan's possession. So far he was happy to report that his partner was treating it very well.
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Ume looked from one man to the other. Christian had stopped what he was doing to quickly release Rowan's bonds as soon as the redhead requested they be changed. She would give him credit that his voice held very little stress in it when he asked quietly for the ropes but she was laying on top of him and he was tense. Christian went to him immediately, almost as if he too could sense that something was wrong. She wondered what had caused the concern but everyone had their quirks. It was interesting to her that this one was not known. Surely they have played with these things before; they seemed like a couple who knew each other well.
The problem was resolved quickly and it put her more at ease. Rowan had made a serious request and Christian listened and soothed his partner. These were not cruel men; she was beginning to feel that she could truly trust them and let go like she had in situations before Heather and Stan.
Now she could just see Cris moving onto the other side of the bed from beneath the veil of her lashes. Ume didn't raise her head to get a better look; instead, she waited with forced patience though her heart was pounding and her skin felt tingly with anticipation.
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Cris crawled onto the bed. Leaning down, he brushed his lips lightly across the inside of one of Ume's thighs. He felt her quiver lightly in response. Pressing his hands gently between her legs, he spread them further apart and then moved closer, settling himself between them. Cris wrapped his arms beneath her thighs and then grasped the tops of them with his hands.
He inched closer to the warm, dark mound in front of him until he was inches away. Cris paused, feeling her tremble in his grasp, waiting for that moment of contact. He could see and feel very clearly that it was pleasure filled anticipation and not fear that caused her shake beneath his touch. Leaning in the last tiny bit of distance, Cris slid his tongue between her folds and licked upward, once, before moving just a hair's breath back again.
"So tell me, Ume, what do you find most erotic about this situation?"
((OOC: She is being nice so far and has not used the remote))
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Cris's sweet words had Rowan sighing softly, closing his eyes to better focus on the gentle voice in his head. Once more it amazed him to be the recipient of such tender affection. [It doesn't matter,] he agreed happily. Rowan was only too happy to put the topic behind them although he knew from experience the fear would remain. [I would gladly repeat whatever happened to make me who I am, if I knew my road would lead me to you.] He would forget his past a thousand times over for Cris, much as the idea of doing so frightened him. But he truly only needed Cris in his life. He watched the blond circle around the bed and lean over Ume, smiling softly at the thoughts in his head.
Even Rowan, more of a performer than a voyeur, found his gaze locked once more on his partner as he bent close to Ume and paused. Rowan was every bit as tense with anticipation as their guest, waiting to see what would happen next, feeling Ume's erotic little shiver against his legs.
He let out another soft sigh when Cris bent and ran his tongue slowly over Ume's soft cleft. He remembered the feel of that tongue on his own skin quite vividly and could sympathize with Ume when she reacted. He waited to hear the girl's answer but his own thoughts were full of Cris's previous words to him.
I am yours. What a sentiment... one Rowan had never expected. It filled him with joy and awe. He would do anything for Cris. Anything at all, for his happiness. Rowan was sorry he'd been skeptical of love prior to this point... although, it would have meant little if it hadn't been Cris. So perhaps the wait had been necessary after all.
As those thoughts passed through his head he held his breath, watching the two people before him, smiling as he felt every little shiver race through Ume's body. he pressed his legs up against her as if to say, "I know."
Cris had that effect.
Even Rowan, more of a performer than a voyeur, found his gaze locked once more on his partner as he bent close to Ume and paused. Rowan was every bit as tense with anticipation as their guest, waiting to see what would happen next, feeling Ume's erotic little shiver against his legs.
He let out another soft sigh when Cris bent and ran his tongue slowly over Ume's soft cleft. He remembered the feel of that tongue on his own skin quite vividly and could sympathize with Ume when she reacted. He waited to hear the girl's answer but his own thoughts were full of Cris's previous words to him.
I am yours. What a sentiment... one Rowan had never expected. It filled him with joy and awe. He would do anything for Cris. Anything at all, for his happiness. Rowan was sorry he'd been skeptical of love prior to this point... although, it would have meant little if it hadn't been Cris. So perhaps the wait had been necessary after all.
As those thoughts passed through his head he held his breath, watching the two people before him, smiling as he felt every little shiver race through Ume's body. he pressed his legs up against her as if to say, "I know."
Cris had that effect.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
[Well you are you now and that is all that matters to me.] Rowan was not likely to forget his unlife which meant he remembered more than he had forgotten many times over. However, Cris cherished the memories of the sunshine, his human family, even the very real fear of mortal death that came from being an ordinary human on the battlefield. He wished he could give Rowan his mortal memories back or at least share his own.
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Ume tilted her head up just a little to look down at the man between her legs. He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows and waited patiently. Sighing softly, she rested back on the pillow again and stared up at the ceiling as if it could further explain what he wanted as an answer. What was erotic about this lifestyle or this moment?
Biting her lip nervously, Ume decided upon a way to answer the question that was both a summation of what she found appealing about BDSM and about this particular session.
"Being treated as special." She glanced over at Rowan in the hopes of seeing understanding there. It might seem odd when you consider that sometimes a Dom required things of a sub that were humiliating or painful and sometimes they appeared to be ignoring their sub altogether. They almost always weren't though. Whoever she was with, no matter how they were treating her, was intensely focused on her, at least thinking of her. They might be demanding pleasure, which she loved to give, or they might be toying with her...it didn't matter as long as they wanted her.
Ume knew that it was also strange that she both liked to be the center of someone's attention and also enjoyed being completely ignored during very private moments. One or the other made plenty of sense but she loved both.
Growing up she always felt like the center of attention by being taller and more curvy than most of her fully Japanese counterparts. In America she was the foreigner who couldn't speak English well enough to get all the jokes and references. Never did she feel exceptional or worthy while being noticed for being different. It had always been a bad thing.
Here though, someone wanted her, lavished her with attention and thought she was special enough to be intimate with, if only for a night.
So, she loved having attention for that reason, and the other because of the opportunity to simply watch and enjoy without having to worry about performing in some way. "I love that you are...playing with me?" Ume raised her cuffed hands in illustration. "I like that you want to...and that Rowan might enjoy watching." Again she glanced in the redhead's direction; this time she felt heat rising up her entire, very exposed body and into her face. Ume turned her head away quickly but smiled softly to herself, even embarrassed this was what she wanted.
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Cris listened to her explanation and then smiled. "I love playing with you. We both do." He smiled briefly at his partner before turning back to Ume.
He leaned forward again and slid his tongue gently along her cleft, flicking it a few times before stopping. "I think you are beautiful, Ume."
Starting again, Cris teased her longer before pausing. "I love your willingness to be open and to trust."
Once more he toyed with her and then stopped. "I want you to be free to be yourself."
Cris turned on the little remote in his hands and bumped it up to its second setting. Ume gasped and her back bowed. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her breasts as they were thrust upward. Smiling, he said. "Let's give Rowan a show then." Ume nodded first before adding a 'Yes, Sir' to the response. He smiled and began stroking her with clit in earnest until she was arching, moaning and gripping the bed sheets tightly in her fists.
Ume rocked back and forth on Rowan's legs as she leaned into each flick of his tongue. Cris let his hands roam over her thighs and up her sides, enjoying the soft feel of her skin.
He sent to Rowan. [So, My Love, what do you find most erotic about this situation?]
((OOC: Ume will fluctuate the speed of Rowan's remote. ))
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Ume tilted her head up just a little to look down at the man between her legs. He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows and waited patiently. Sighing softly, she rested back on the pillow again and stared up at the ceiling as if it could further explain what he wanted as an answer. What was erotic about this lifestyle or this moment?
Biting her lip nervously, Ume decided upon a way to answer the question that was both a summation of what she found appealing about BDSM and about this particular session.
"Being treated as special." She glanced over at Rowan in the hopes of seeing understanding there. It might seem odd when you consider that sometimes a Dom required things of a sub that were humiliating or painful and sometimes they appeared to be ignoring their sub altogether. They almost always weren't though. Whoever she was with, no matter how they were treating her, was intensely focused on her, at least thinking of her. They might be demanding pleasure, which she loved to give, or they might be toying with her...it didn't matter as long as they wanted her.
Ume knew that it was also strange that she both liked to be the center of someone's attention and also enjoyed being completely ignored during very private moments. One or the other made plenty of sense but she loved both.
Growing up she always felt like the center of attention by being taller and more curvy than most of her fully Japanese counterparts. In America she was the foreigner who couldn't speak English well enough to get all the jokes and references. Never did she feel exceptional or worthy while being noticed for being different. It had always been a bad thing.
Here though, someone wanted her, lavished her with attention and thought she was special enough to be intimate with, if only for a night.
So, she loved having attention for that reason, and the other because of the opportunity to simply watch and enjoy without having to worry about performing in some way. "I love that you are...playing with me?" Ume raised her cuffed hands in illustration. "I like that you want to...and that Rowan might enjoy watching." Again she glanced in the redhead's direction; this time she felt heat rising up her entire, very exposed body and into her face. Ume turned her head away quickly but smiled softly to herself, even embarrassed this was what she wanted.
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Cris listened to her explanation and then smiled. "I love playing with you. We both do." He smiled briefly at his partner before turning back to Ume.
He leaned forward again and slid his tongue gently along her cleft, flicking it a few times before stopping. "I think you are beautiful, Ume."
Starting again, Cris teased her longer before pausing. "I love your willingness to be open and to trust."
Once more he toyed with her and then stopped. "I want you to be free to be yourself."
Cris turned on the little remote in his hands and bumped it up to its second setting. Ume gasped and her back bowed. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her breasts as they were thrust upward. Smiling, he said. "Let's give Rowan a show then." Ume nodded first before adding a 'Yes, Sir' to the response. He smiled and began stroking her with clit in earnest until she was arching, moaning and gripping the bed sheets tightly in her fists.
Ume rocked back and forth on Rowan's legs as she leaned into each flick of his tongue. Cris let his hands roam over her thighs and up her sides, enjoying the soft feel of her skin.
He sent to Rowan. [So, My Love, what do you find most erotic about this situation?]
((OOC: Ume will fluctuate the speed of Rowan's remote. ))
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan sighed happily at Cris's words. It felt good, to be able to be himself with Cris. Not that he was anyone else otherwise, but there was something simple, comforting, and liberating, about knowing that Cris meant exactly what he said.
He looked down at Ume as she spoke, answering Cris's question obediently. Her pretty green and brown eyes rested on him when she spoke, and Rowan nodded at her, smiling softly. She didn't understand that this wasn't the usual method for he and Cris; Rowan didn't define himself as a lifestyle sub by any means. He knew what she meant though; he'd participated in games of this nature before. For him, being a sub for a night meant leaving the responsibility and decision-making of his nightly life behind for a little while, a few hours to rest and mentally reboot before resuming his usual role.
Ume's perspective, though was a common one. To be the center of someone's attention, whether that was negative or positive, could be such a heady feeling. She shouldn't be ashamed of feeling that way. Everyone needed to feel it, however it worked best for them. Everyone needed some way to feel desirable and important even if just for a night here and there.
When Ume looked at him again Rowan's smile grew and he nodded once more. Not only did he enjoy watching her but he had enjoyed playing with her, too. He would gladly do so again. She was sweet, trusting, and willing. A pretty partner and a complement, Rowan thought, to himself and Cris.
Cris spoke again and Rowan nodded a third time, smiling at the fact that his lover could so easily voice his own thoughts. Although, he had witnessed firsthand Rowan's playtime with Ume so of course he knew Rowan had enjoyed it too.
Rowan felt his breath stop for a moment as Cris leaned forward and slid his tongue along Ume's soft skin. He closed his eyes briefly, imagining the sensation, envisioning himself pressing upward into that sensual, wet warmth. Opening them again he continued to watch hungrily as Cris attended to Ume. It was beautiful to watch and exciting to feel Ume's body as she rocked on his lap, encouraged further by Cris's gentle loving. Rowan felt himself once more imagining how Ume must feel, as if he too could sense that heat on his skin. He shifted beneath Ume, moving his own hips with her just a bit, unable to completely resist doing so as Cris stroked her. The experience was heightened as Ume played with her little remote and Rowan felt the result, which sent shivers down his spine and caused him to gasp each time she used it.
His partner's voice in his head drew his attention back into focus and Rowan smiled crookedly down at Cris.
[Aside from everything?] he asked wryly. [I can feel her move. It's as if what you're doing is being translated onto me every time she shifts, so that you're loving us both at once.]
Rowan considered for a moment more. [Her body and her attitude. She's beautiful, and her willingness and freedom are exciting. The way she moves.] His eyes settled upon Cris again. [And you, my own. Your love, your compassion. You are so caring, so considerate, and so sinfully sexy at the same time. I think I could watch you all night, except that every time you touch her and she moves over me, it only makes me want to join in and play with you both.]
He could be patient, though; Rowan was quite certain Cris's plans for the evening did not involve Rowan bound to the bed for the entire time. He was enjoying the show... Cris and Ume were beautiful, both of them, and having Ume moving over him while Cris pleasured her was delightful torture. For Rowan, though, the star of the show would always be Cris. He couldn't get enough of him. Not being able to reach down and touch either of them right now, even though they were both so close, was pleasant torture. Rowan was loving every second of it.
He looked down at Ume as she spoke, answering Cris's question obediently. Her pretty green and brown eyes rested on him when she spoke, and Rowan nodded at her, smiling softly. She didn't understand that this wasn't the usual method for he and Cris; Rowan didn't define himself as a lifestyle sub by any means. He knew what she meant though; he'd participated in games of this nature before. For him, being a sub for a night meant leaving the responsibility and decision-making of his nightly life behind for a little while, a few hours to rest and mentally reboot before resuming his usual role.
Ume's perspective, though was a common one. To be the center of someone's attention, whether that was negative or positive, could be such a heady feeling. She shouldn't be ashamed of feeling that way. Everyone needed to feel it, however it worked best for them. Everyone needed some way to feel desirable and important even if just for a night here and there.
When Ume looked at him again Rowan's smile grew and he nodded once more. Not only did he enjoy watching her but he had enjoyed playing with her, too. He would gladly do so again. She was sweet, trusting, and willing. A pretty partner and a complement, Rowan thought, to himself and Cris.
Cris spoke again and Rowan nodded a third time, smiling at the fact that his lover could so easily voice his own thoughts. Although, he had witnessed firsthand Rowan's playtime with Ume so of course he knew Rowan had enjoyed it too.
Rowan felt his breath stop for a moment as Cris leaned forward and slid his tongue along Ume's soft skin. He closed his eyes briefly, imagining the sensation, envisioning himself pressing upward into that sensual, wet warmth. Opening them again he continued to watch hungrily as Cris attended to Ume. It was beautiful to watch and exciting to feel Ume's body as she rocked on his lap, encouraged further by Cris's gentle loving. Rowan felt himself once more imagining how Ume must feel, as if he too could sense that heat on his skin. He shifted beneath Ume, moving his own hips with her just a bit, unable to completely resist doing so as Cris stroked her. The experience was heightened as Ume played with her little remote and Rowan felt the result, which sent shivers down his spine and caused him to gasp each time she used it.
His partner's voice in his head drew his attention back into focus and Rowan smiled crookedly down at Cris.
[Aside from everything?] he asked wryly. [I can feel her move. It's as if what you're doing is being translated onto me every time she shifts, so that you're loving us both at once.]
Rowan considered for a moment more. [Her body and her attitude. She's beautiful, and her willingness and freedom are exciting. The way she moves.] His eyes settled upon Cris again. [And you, my own. Your love, your compassion. You are so caring, so considerate, and so sinfully sexy at the same time. I think I could watch you all night, except that every time you touch her and she moves over me, it only makes me want to join in and play with you both.]
He could be patient, though; Rowan was quite certain Cris's plans for the evening did not involve Rowan bound to the bed for the entire time. He was enjoying the show... Cris and Ume were beautiful, both of them, and having Ume moving over him while Cris pleasured her was delightful torture. For Rowan, though, the star of the show would always be Cris. He couldn't get enough of him. Not being able to reach down and touch either of them right now, even though they were both so close, was pleasant torture. Rowan was loving every second of it.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris listened to Rowan's response, agreeing about Ume. [Yes, she is. I wish we could help her.] He paused in his sending while he thought. [Let's talk to her later, maybe there is.] What was one more person to keep an eye on, really? He wondered what she did for a living normally and if there was some way to get her a job at Meridian. Cris pushed those thoughts aside for the moment because they had no real place distracting him here and he could think more clearly when he was not half naked, pleasuring a beautiful woman laying on his lover's lap with Rowan telling him that he is caring, compassionate and sexy in his head.
Reaching over, he took one of Ume's hands and gently pulled it away from the covers. Cris moved her hand over to Rowan and gently wrapped her slender fingers around his partner's cock. Placing his own over Ume's, Cris had them begin to stroke Rowan in long, slow strokes.
[You are playing with us now, Love,...or truthfully, we are playing with you.]
He liked that Ume had Rowan's remote and could control some part of the experience for his lover. Cris did enjoy watching Rowan, more when he was the one making love to his partner, but there was appeal in sitting back and drinking in every detail of his lover's pleasure.
Ume was so close to release, he could feel it in the shiver of her legs and the silky wetness beneath his tongue. Cris replaced his mouth with his other hand and moved his lips over to Ume's left thigh. Gently he sank his teeth into her leg. Cris sucked the tiny wounds forcefully at first. It was enough to send her over the edge. She cried out, arching up off Rowan's legs until she was nearly sitting up, before falling backward down to the bed again. He rocked with her, sucking gently as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. When she settled to a few small twitches, he licked the little wounds and leaned back, sitting up to have a better look at her. Ume smiled up at him and it was the final confirmation that he was looking for.
Cris slid off the bed and came around to sit next to her. He tenderly combed the hair back from her face and then leaned down to give her a gentle kiss. Whispering softly next to her ear, knowing Rowan could hear him just fine, he said. "You were wonderful."
Sliding once more across Rowan's lap, Cris placed his hands on either side of his lover's face. "Ready for something more than watching, Love?" Ume decided to help encourage Rowan by turning the little remote as high as it would go. Yes, he was liking the girl more and more.
Reaching over, he took one of Ume's hands and gently pulled it away from the covers. Cris moved her hand over to Rowan and gently wrapped her slender fingers around his partner's cock. Placing his own over Ume's, Cris had them begin to stroke Rowan in long, slow strokes.
[You are playing with us now, Love,...or truthfully, we are playing with you.]
He liked that Ume had Rowan's remote and could control some part of the experience for his lover. Cris did enjoy watching Rowan, more when he was the one making love to his partner, but there was appeal in sitting back and drinking in every detail of his lover's pleasure.
Ume was so close to release, he could feel it in the shiver of her legs and the silky wetness beneath his tongue. Cris replaced his mouth with his other hand and moved his lips over to Ume's left thigh. Gently he sank his teeth into her leg. Cris sucked the tiny wounds forcefully at first. It was enough to send her over the edge. She cried out, arching up off Rowan's legs until she was nearly sitting up, before falling backward down to the bed again. He rocked with her, sucking gently as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. When she settled to a few small twitches, he licked the little wounds and leaned back, sitting up to have a better look at her. Ume smiled up at him and it was the final confirmation that he was looking for.
Cris slid off the bed and came around to sit next to her. He tenderly combed the hair back from her face and then leaned down to give her a gentle kiss. Whispering softly next to her ear, knowing Rowan could hear him just fine, he said. "You were wonderful."
Sliding once more across Rowan's lap, Cris placed his hands on either side of his lover's face. "Ready for something more than watching, Love?" Ume decided to help encourage Rowan by turning the little remote as high as it would go. Yes, he was liking the girl more and more.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
There was that compassion again, Rowan thought, coming the the fore of Cris's nature as it so often did. He would protect the entire world if he could Rowan thought. Would one more human under his watch be a big deal? It wasn't as if Cris had to be responsible for her alone; Rowan would certainly help if that was what Cris wanted to do. Was he thinking of making her a familiar, or simply giving her a hand? Rowan didn't know. [We can see, dear one,] he sent back, the words tinged with adoration. Cris was beautiful to him, more and more with every passing evening.
Rowan's eyes took in the sight of the two of them there, in his lap, and he felt his lips part to draw in a gasp of air as they each wrapped a hand around him, stroking gently in concert. He uttered a low moan, his eyes drifting closed in pleasure. When he opened them again it was to see Cris biting gently down into Ume's leg. The picture was erotic and he found himself riveted to the sight of Cris's mouth working gently against Ume's golden skin. Rowan didn't blame Ume a bit when she came loudly although he would have liked to hold her as she came. As it was he lifted his legs to gently catch her.
[I could handle this game,] Rowan sent mischievously to Cris. [It could turn into a favorite.]
Except that maybe he was too possessive. He wanted his Cris back with him. Rowan smiled at the sound of Cris's voice as he whispered to Ume. His lover was wonderful, too, Rowan thought. There was a little prideful part of him that exulted in the fact that while Cris was gentle and tender with Ume, as he should be, the sweetest words were for Rowan. He couldn't even begin to tell Cris how much he appreciated that or how good it made him feel.
As his partner slid across his lap once more Rowan smiled and nodded. "Always." Anything else he might have said was interrupted when the little wave from the clamps hit, forcing a soft moan from his lips. Rowan shot a glance at Ume, his mouth turning up in a playful smile as he felt himself shiver with enjoyment. "Sir," he finally added when he could force the word out.
He was still bound to the bed; the most frustrating thing was being unable to hold Cris in his arms. But at the same time it was exciting to be completely at his lover's mercy. He longed to be able to return the care and tenderness that Cris was showing to both himself and Ume, though. Perhaps later, when they were alone, Cris would enjoy relaxing into Rowan's embrace and letting his partner hold him, care for him in return. Now that Rowan had had the chance to get away from his work week some, he was eager to do the same for his love.
Rowan's eyes took in the sight of the two of them there, in his lap, and he felt his lips part to draw in a gasp of air as they each wrapped a hand around him, stroking gently in concert. He uttered a low moan, his eyes drifting closed in pleasure. When he opened them again it was to see Cris biting gently down into Ume's leg. The picture was erotic and he found himself riveted to the sight of Cris's mouth working gently against Ume's golden skin. Rowan didn't blame Ume a bit when she came loudly although he would have liked to hold her as she came. As it was he lifted his legs to gently catch her.
[I could handle this game,] Rowan sent mischievously to Cris. [It could turn into a favorite.]
Except that maybe he was too possessive. He wanted his Cris back with him. Rowan smiled at the sound of Cris's voice as he whispered to Ume. His lover was wonderful, too, Rowan thought. There was a little prideful part of him that exulted in the fact that while Cris was gentle and tender with Ume, as he should be, the sweetest words were for Rowan. He couldn't even begin to tell Cris how much he appreciated that or how good it made him feel.
As his partner slid across his lap once more Rowan smiled and nodded. "Always." Anything else he might have said was interrupted when the little wave from the clamps hit, forcing a soft moan from his lips. Rowan shot a glance at Ume, his mouth turning up in a playful smile as he felt himself shiver with enjoyment. "Sir," he finally added when he could force the word out.
He was still bound to the bed; the most frustrating thing was being unable to hold Cris in his arms. But at the same time it was exciting to be completely at his lover's mercy. He longed to be able to return the care and tenderness that Cris was showing to both himself and Ume, though. Perhaps later, when they were alone, Cris would enjoy relaxing into Rowan's embrace and letting his partner hold him, care for him in return. Now that Rowan had had the chance to get away from his work week some, he was eager to do the same for his love.