"I think she's having a lot of fun with those." Cris smiled and brushed his fingertips lightly over Rowan's chest and then gently flicking the dangling vibrators. He leaned in and captured his partner's mouth for a deep kiss, touching and tasting his lover's lips before he moved away to release Rowan's wrists.
"I think we should give her another one."
Cris slid off the bed and retrieved the little toy he had replaced earlier. He cleaned it and then set it aside. Removing the rest of his clothes, Cris placed them with Rowan's and then beckoned his lover to the end of the bed. He picked up the toy and gestured for his partner to turn around.
It might be that he took more time than was expressly necessary teasing his partner with lubed fingers before he placed the plug inside Rowan once more. Cris did not feel guilty about it; he loved touching Rowan and bringing him pleasure. The small gasp that he had adored while he and Ume teased his companion was just not enough. He wanted to hear more of them, feel his lover writhe with pleasure and see him overcome. He couldn't stall forever. When the toy was once more in place, he leaned down and kissed the base of his lover's spine before moving away.
"Ume, come sit with me."
Cris piled the pillows together against the headboard and waited for her to sit propped up on them. Then he crawled onto the bed and settled himself between her legs and against her chest.
"Here you go, Dear." He smiled at Rowan as he handed Ume the second remote.
Cris sighed softly, stretched out comfortably on the bed with his head against Ume's chest. He reached out to Rowan. Returning to their earlier sent conversation, he said. [I love this game too. and now it is your turn to play, Love.] Out loud, he added more for Ume's benefit. "Come please me."
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 was enjoying Cris's slight weight on his lap immensely. "I think so too," he said with another little shiver as the clamps vibrated and Cris added to the sensations. His lover leaned in and kissed him deeply; Rowan returned the caress with as much fervor as he could, straining against the cord that bound him to press closer to Cris.
He raised his brows at Cris's next statement as he lowered his newly-freed hands, his lips quirking up as he saw where Cris was headed. He devoured his partner with his eyes as Cris undressed completely, his lips parting in anticipation, his heart beat accelerating. He wondered if Cris had any idea exactly how gorgeous he was; he certainly didn't show it if he did. Rowan was willing to admit that he might be biased but if he was, he was content to remain so.
Leaning obediently over the edge of the bed Rowan closed his eyes and sighed softly at the touch of Cris's gentle fingers. He jumped a little bit with each light thrust, giving a softly moaned 'mm' of pleasure and a small sigh when it ended. The sensations returned with the replacement of the toy from earlier and Rowan laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief at the amount of enjoyment Cris was able to impart with just a few touches and a little creativity.
He watched as Cris situated Ume at the head of he bed and then reclined against her, breathtakingly beautiful and looking absolutely spoiled as he relaxed and reached out for Rowan. Rowan felt Cris was more than due some spoiling after his selfless care and attentiveness to Ume and to him, and it was with great delight that he ducked his head and murmured, "As you wish."
He crawled up onto the bed himself, his eyes locked on Cris's blue ones as he straddled his lover's lap and leaned down, much as Cris had just done, to place a tender kiss upon those beloved lips. He began softly, licking, nipping, and sucking gently, and then slowly deepened the kiss, tasting and savoring it. Cris's mouth was delicious, as always, familiar with the things that made him Cris but flavored with hints of Ume as well.
Rowan braced his hands gently on Ume's legs as he moved down, trailing kisses and small bites along Cris's jaw and neck to his collar bones. About then there was a double vibration from both clamps and plug and Rowan gasped, trembling, pressing his mouth against Cris's neck and biting down gently, trying not to break the skin. When the sensations receded he sucked that spot until it turned pink, and then continued his journey south. Smoothing his hands over Ume's thighs and then onto Cris's sides, down to his hips, Rowan finally reached one of his lover's nipples with his mouth and latched onto it, sucking lightly and then harder as the clamps on his own nipples vibrated once more. A low moan escaped his throat.
These could be some dangerous toys, indeed. Rowan flicked his tongue against the hard little beaded nipple in his mouth and then switched to the other side of Cris's chest while his hands continued to roam, brushing over Cris's inner thighs, teasing at the soft nest of blond curls at the base of his cock. He was going to take his playtime seriously and savor every second of it, ironic as that may sound.
He raised his brows at Cris's next statement as he lowered his newly-freed hands, his lips quirking up as he saw where Cris was headed. He devoured his partner with his eyes as Cris undressed completely, his lips parting in anticipation, his heart beat accelerating. He wondered if Cris had any idea exactly how gorgeous he was; he certainly didn't show it if he did. Rowan was willing to admit that he might be biased but if he was, he was content to remain so.
Leaning obediently over the edge of the bed Rowan closed his eyes and sighed softly at the touch of Cris's gentle fingers. He jumped a little bit with each light thrust, giving a softly moaned 'mm' of pleasure and a small sigh when it ended. The sensations returned with the replacement of the toy from earlier and Rowan laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief at the amount of enjoyment Cris was able to impart with just a few touches and a little creativity.
He watched as Cris situated Ume at the head of he bed and then reclined against her, breathtakingly beautiful and looking absolutely spoiled as he relaxed and reached out for Rowan. Rowan felt Cris was more than due some spoiling after his selfless care and attentiveness to Ume and to him, and it was with great delight that he ducked his head and murmured, "As you wish."
He crawled up onto the bed himself, his eyes locked on Cris's blue ones as he straddled his lover's lap and leaned down, much as Cris had just done, to place a tender kiss upon those beloved lips. He began softly, licking, nipping, and sucking gently, and then slowly deepened the kiss, tasting and savoring it. Cris's mouth was delicious, as always, familiar with the things that made him Cris but flavored with hints of Ume as well.
Rowan braced his hands gently on Ume's legs as he moved down, trailing kisses and small bites along Cris's jaw and neck to his collar bones. About then there was a double vibration from both clamps and plug and Rowan gasped, trembling, pressing his mouth against Cris's neck and biting down gently, trying not to break the skin. When the sensations receded he sucked that spot until it turned pink, and then continued his journey south. Smoothing his hands over Ume's thighs and then onto Cris's sides, down to his hips, Rowan finally reached one of his lover's nipples with his mouth and latched onto it, sucking lightly and then harder as the clamps on his own nipples vibrated once more. A low moan escaped his throat.
These could be some dangerous toys, indeed. Rowan flicked his tongue against the hard little beaded nipple in his mouth and then switched to the other side of Cris's chest while his hands continued to roam, brushing over Cris's inner thighs, teasing at the soft nest of blond curls at the base of his cock. He was going to take his playtime seriously and savor every second of it, ironic as that may sound.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris loved the way Rowan caressed those words and the reference was not lost on him. His smile was tender and a little sheepish as his partner crawled up to him. He was certainly accustomed to authority but not to entitled behavior and this situation was entirely more decadent than he was used to. Cris pushed those feelings away, which was not difficult at all with Rowan settling himself down on his lap. He wanted Ume to be a part of what they were doing this time and from her vantage point just behind him, she could watch Rowan just as well as he could. Mostly though, Cris wanted to give his partner the chance to do what he enjoyed, to further lose himself in giving pleasure to someone else. He wanted to be absolutely certain the last vestiges of stress that his partner had felt earlier were gone when they left tonight.
His hands settled gently around Rowan's waist as he surrendered to his lover's kiss. Cris's eyes dropped closed and he tilted his head back when his partner's mouth became more passionate against his own. He wanted Rowan, just that kiss was enough to make his desire overwhelming. Cris resigned himself to patience, knowing he was due much teasing and deserved every single moment of it. He would happily 'suffer' all of it so long as Rowan kept touching him.
The light kisses moved down his neck and Cris leaned his head back against Ume, turning his neck to the side to give Rowan more access. His eyes slid closed once more as he concentrated on the feel of his lover's lips on his skin.
Ume's slight movement beneath him had gone unnoticed with the wonderful distraction of Rowan's kisses. It was not until he heard the soft hum and his partner's gasp that he opened his eyes once more. Cris smiled; his hands slid more fully around Rowan, one moving upward to cradle the back of his lover's neck , his fingertips just touching the edges his lover's soft red hair. Cris held Rowan gently as the vibrations coursed through his companion's body. He let out a soft gasp of his own and grasped Rowan more tightly at his lover's gentle bite.
Cris released his hold on Rowan and watched, the smile creeping back onto his face as his lover's hands slid over both Ume and himself. He draped his arms over Ume's thighs as Rowan's hands left them, curling his own hands around to glide lightly along the undersides of them.
He sighed softly as Rowan's mouth wrapped around one nipple. Cris felt Ume's hand slid into his hair, combing through it in long strokes, her other hand hit the button on the remote she still held. He moaned and arched into Rowan's mouth as his lover, encouraged by the nipple clamps, sucked harder on the one clasped between his lips. Cris writhed beneath his partner's mouth as Rowan repeated his attentions. He was breathing in small anticipatory gasps by the time his lover's hands began to roam once more, each touch further fueling his desire and need for more.
His hands settled gently around Rowan's waist as he surrendered to his lover's kiss. Cris's eyes dropped closed and he tilted his head back when his partner's mouth became more passionate against his own. He wanted Rowan, just that kiss was enough to make his desire overwhelming. Cris resigned himself to patience, knowing he was due much teasing and deserved every single moment of it. He would happily 'suffer' all of it so long as Rowan kept touching him.
The light kisses moved down his neck and Cris leaned his head back against Ume, turning his neck to the side to give Rowan more access. His eyes slid closed once more as he concentrated on the feel of his lover's lips on his skin.
Ume's slight movement beneath him had gone unnoticed with the wonderful distraction of Rowan's kisses. It was not until he heard the soft hum and his partner's gasp that he opened his eyes once more. Cris smiled; his hands slid more fully around Rowan, one moving upward to cradle the back of his lover's neck , his fingertips just touching the edges his lover's soft red hair. Cris held Rowan gently as the vibrations coursed through his companion's body. He let out a soft gasp of his own and grasped Rowan more tightly at his lover's gentle bite.
Cris released his hold on Rowan and watched, the smile creeping back onto his face as his lover's hands slid over both Ume and himself. He draped his arms over Ume's thighs as Rowan's hands left them, curling his own hands around to glide lightly along the undersides of them.
He sighed softly as Rowan's mouth wrapped around one nipple. Cris felt Ume's hand slid into his hair, combing through it in long strokes, her other hand hit the button on the remote she still held. He moaned and arched into Rowan's mouth as his lover, encouraged by the nipple clamps, sucked harder on the one clasped between his lips. Cris writhed beneath his partner's mouth as Rowan repeated his attentions. He was breathing in small anticipatory gasps by the time his lover's hands began to roam once more, each touch further fueling his desire and need for more.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan felt his heart skip at every small sound Cris made. Each little gasp, sigh, and moan was music to his ears. The sight of Cris writhing blissfully beneath his lips and hands was beautiful, and Rowan wanted to hear more, to make his lover cry out in ecstasy as he treated him to every enjoyable technique he knew. If anyone deserved it, it was Cris, who spent every night and every day keeping careful watch over an entire Clan of vampires, and then came out to relax with Rowan and found another wayward soul to tuck under his wing.
He hadn't really expected to have this sort of free rein tonight; not with the roles they had chosen. This was a gift, Cris's gift to him, and Rowan adored him even more for it. He wasn't even sure it was possible to do, to love Cris more than he currently did.
When he'd thoroughly teased each nipple in turn, when his hand had completed its lazy, unhurried exploration of the hollows of Cris's hips, his thighs, and the base of his hardened erection, Rowan moved slowly up once more. Pressing sensuously against Cris he slid against his lover, his tongue and teeth making a moist trail up the side of Cris's neck. Straddling him again Rowan bent to him, took the soft velvety lobe of his ear into his mouth, and sucked gently.
Pulling away just a hair's breadth, Rowan raised his hands. One cupped the side of Cris's face, opposite of where Rowan's lips were. The other hand, he used to gently brush his fingertips against Ume's cheek, to bring her in, while he whispered, softly enough that she might not even be able to hear, words that were for Cris.
"...And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair though owest..."
As he whispered the lines, which he had in the not too distant past written across that fair skin, Rowan let his warm breath tickle softly over the skin of Cris's ear. He paused occasionally, flicking his tongue lightly along the delicate outside edge.
When he had finished Rowan moved slowly against Cris, his hips against his lover's, his chest, his legs, every bit of him that he could in gentle yet urgent contact. He drew away to once more kiss those parted lips before whispering against them, "Thank you, Cris. You amaze me, always. I don't know how I can love you more, but I'll keep searching for a way."
With that, Rowan smiled into those blue, blue eyes and slid himself back down, once more busying himself with kissing and nipping at every bit of skin he could reach, across Cris's chest and down one side. Shifting back on the bed he picked up first one, and then the other of Cris's hands and placed them upon his head so that his lover could move him if he chose, pull him closer or push him away, or slide his fingers into his hair. Then, placing his hands at Cris's hips, his thumbs gently brushing over the sensitive hollows where his thighs joined his body, Rowan lowered himself and took Cris's cock into his mouth, sliding slowly onto it, sucking gently every few seconds to create a slow pulsing sensation.
He hadn't really expected to have this sort of free rein tonight; not with the roles they had chosen. This was a gift, Cris's gift to him, and Rowan adored him even more for it. He wasn't even sure it was possible to do, to love Cris more than he currently did.
When he'd thoroughly teased each nipple in turn, when his hand had completed its lazy, unhurried exploration of the hollows of Cris's hips, his thighs, and the base of his hardened erection, Rowan moved slowly up once more. Pressing sensuously against Cris he slid against his lover, his tongue and teeth making a moist trail up the side of Cris's neck. Straddling him again Rowan bent to him, took the soft velvety lobe of his ear into his mouth, and sucked gently.
Pulling away just a hair's breadth, Rowan raised his hands. One cupped the side of Cris's face, opposite of where Rowan's lips were. The other hand, he used to gently brush his fingertips against Ume's cheek, to bring her in, while he whispered, softly enough that she might not even be able to hear, words that were for Cris.
"...And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair though owest..."
As he whispered the lines, which he had in the not too distant past written across that fair skin, Rowan let his warm breath tickle softly over the skin of Cris's ear. He paused occasionally, flicking his tongue lightly along the delicate outside edge.
When he had finished Rowan moved slowly against Cris, his hips against his lover's, his chest, his legs, every bit of him that he could in gentle yet urgent contact. He drew away to once more kiss those parted lips before whispering against them, "Thank you, Cris. You amaze me, always. I don't know how I can love you more, but I'll keep searching for a way."
With that, Rowan smiled into those blue, blue eyes and slid himself back down, once more busying himself with kissing and nipping at every bit of skin he could reach, across Cris's chest and down one side. Shifting back on the bed he picked up first one, and then the other of Cris's hands and placed them upon his head so that his lover could move him if he chose, pull him closer or push him away, or slide his fingers into his hair. Then, placing his hands at Cris's hips, his thumbs gently brushing over the sensitive hollows where his thighs joined his body, Rowan lowered himself and took Cris's cock into his mouth, sliding slowly onto it, sucking gently every few seconds to create a slow pulsing sensation.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris found himself with a lap full of Rowan again after an intimate slide up his body that left him hungry for more contact. He sighed softly and gave his lover a wry smile that expressed just how much that closeness had effected him.
Rowan nibbled on his ear and Cris hummed softly in appreciation, his hands, on Rowan's hips, held tightly but he was doing his best not to press his partner against him. His breath caught as Rowan began whispering the beautiful lines of poetry that they both were intimately familiar with. Cris found his vision blurring just a little; he wrapped his arms around Rowan then and did pull him closer, shivering slightly at both the words and the light touch of his lover's tongue against his ear.
"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. "
He spoke the last two lines of the poem and smiled lovingly at Rowan. [You have written yourself all over me now, Love. I am sure that it is plain for all to see.]
The sentimental moment faded and lust came once more to the fore when his partner pressed himself sensuously against him. Cris moaned softly, forcing his hands to obediently release Rowan so that his companion could do as he wished.
And yet Rowan could return the love to the center of his focus again with just a few words. Cris blinked and spoke quietly, his voice made somewhat hoarse with emotion. "You love me perfectly. I feel very fortunate." It was an understatement; he felt like the luckiest man on earth. He wanted to sing Rowan's praises to the heavens and he did not consider himself the most expressive individual on the planet. "Just keep loving me. That's all I could ever want." He brushed his hands lightly over his partner, wanting to drink him in with all his senses.
He could hear Ume sniff softly behind him. Cris looked up at Rowan and smiled and then tilted himself to the side and kissed her gently on the jaw. "You will find your special person someday." He squeezed her leg reassuringly and settled a little more against her.
Rowan returned to teasing him and began moving in a direction that his entire body approved of. His lover took his hands and place them on his head; Cris smoothed his fingers through the silken red strands while he watched his partner hungrily. Rowan took all of his erection into his mouth at once; a tactic which never failed to get a reaction. This time it was a big one; he had already been teased to the point that every nerve was tingling with anticipation. Cris gasped and arched against Ume, crying out as he did so.
"Oh god, Rowan..."
It took a moment to settle down, the feel of his lover around him was almost overwhelming already. Cris felt the unbearable urge to move his hips and was thankful for Rowan's hands on them. He closed his eyes and stroked his lover's hair absently as he concentrated on the amazing things that Rowan was doing to him.
Rowan nibbled on his ear and Cris hummed softly in appreciation, his hands, on Rowan's hips, held tightly but he was doing his best not to press his partner against him. His breath caught as Rowan began whispering the beautiful lines of poetry that they both were intimately familiar with. Cris found his vision blurring just a little; he wrapped his arms around Rowan then and did pull him closer, shivering slightly at both the words and the light touch of his lover's tongue against his ear.
"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. "
He spoke the last two lines of the poem and smiled lovingly at Rowan. [You have written yourself all over me now, Love. I am sure that it is plain for all to see.]
The sentimental moment faded and lust came once more to the fore when his partner pressed himself sensuously against him. Cris moaned softly, forcing his hands to obediently release Rowan so that his companion could do as he wished.
And yet Rowan could return the love to the center of his focus again with just a few words. Cris blinked and spoke quietly, his voice made somewhat hoarse with emotion. "You love me perfectly. I feel very fortunate." It was an understatement; he felt like the luckiest man on earth. He wanted to sing Rowan's praises to the heavens and he did not consider himself the most expressive individual on the planet. "Just keep loving me. That's all I could ever want." He brushed his hands lightly over his partner, wanting to drink him in with all his senses.
He could hear Ume sniff softly behind him. Cris looked up at Rowan and smiled and then tilted himself to the side and kissed her gently on the jaw. "You will find your special person someday." He squeezed her leg reassuringly and settled a little more against her.
Rowan returned to teasing him and began moving in a direction that his entire body approved of. His lover took his hands and place them on his head; Cris smoothed his fingers through the silken red strands while he watched his partner hungrily. Rowan took all of his erection into his mouth at once; a tactic which never failed to get a reaction. This time it was a big one; he had already been teased to the point that every nerve was tingling with anticipation. Cris gasped and arched against Ume, crying out as he did so.
"Oh god, Rowan..."
It took a moment to settle down, the feel of his lover around him was almost overwhelming already. Cris felt the unbearable urge to move his hips and was thankful for Rowan's hands on them. He closed his eyes and stroked his lover's hair absently as he concentrated on the amazing things that Rowan was doing to him.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan loved being held by Cris no matter how briefly; his lover's embrace was wonderfully satisfying even through the rising haze of desire he felt. Nonetheless Rowan had a mission and he wouldn't be deterred from his course. Nor did Cris intend to do so, for his arms released Rowan after that brief hug, and Rowan heard that soft voice as Cris completed the sonnet aloud.
[I hope it is, Cris. You deserve as much love as I can give you and more.] Rowan thought it perfectly fitting that anyone who saw Cris should realize he was a man beloved by many. He didn't think Cris would agree, but then, Cris didn't think of himself that way. His job often required hardness; tough love, as it were. But if nothing else Rowan knew Alfarinn must love him, as surely as Aishe loved him. None so greatly, though, he liked to think, as Rowan loved him. Three different types of love, hopefully enough to fill the heart of one very important person.
Rowan heard the burr in Cris's voice and saw his eyes shining even in the dim light. He smiled softly but didn't say anything about it; if he could move Cris with words, then perhaps his actions too would speak volumes. Keep loving him? Easy. If Rowan was written all over Cris, surely it was plain that Cris had become an essential piece of Rowan too.
"Immer, mein Selbe."
Ume's soft noise didn't go unnoticed but Cris turned and responded to her. Rowan looked at her pretty face and knew that it would happen for her, as Cris said. She was too sweet for it not to. Perhaps, with two friends to help keep her out of further trouble, her chances would be greater. He only added to Cris's words with a confident nod of his own.
That thought, too, was shelved as Rowan returned to the enjoyable task of imparting pleasure to his lover as requested. He shivered at the sound of Cris crying out his name, felt his lean body tense and arch, as he enclosed Cris's hardened shaft in its entirety in the heat of his mouth. Rowan pulled gently on Cris's hips, tugging him closer still.
The sight of his partner like this was so arousing, so tempting. Rowan battled the urge to slide himself back up and take Cris himself. That was not the game tonight, unless Cris expressly asked for it. Instead Rowan moaned against his lover's cock before drawing away, completely, circling the velvet tip with his tongue and then once again sliding slowly down onto him. He loved the feel, the taste, the scent of Cris all mingled together so that Rowan's senses were overcome and there was nothing for him but Cris. He remained completely focused, his tongue working gently against the underside of Cris's cock, sucking softly as he moved his head in a slow, steady rhythm. He wanted to draw it out, make it last, bring Cris to the edge of pleasure and then over it as deliciously as possible. No one deserved it more than he, and no one excited Rowan more.
The little toys had been still for some time now and Rowan wondered if his words had distracted Ume. Just when he began to think that was the case he felt the gentle vibrations begin again in both areas, eliciting another soft moan from him as he grasped Cris's hips a little tighter for a moment. Moving his hands away from Cris's hips finally, Rowan gently brushed the insides of his lover's thighs, encouraging him to spread his legs. When he did so Rowan let his hands wander along them until he could cup his partner's balls, gently massage them, and stroke his opening teasingly with his fingertips as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly.
((ooc: Always, my own.))
[I hope it is, Cris. You deserve as much love as I can give you and more.] Rowan thought it perfectly fitting that anyone who saw Cris should realize he was a man beloved by many. He didn't think Cris would agree, but then, Cris didn't think of himself that way. His job often required hardness; tough love, as it were. But if nothing else Rowan knew Alfarinn must love him, as surely as Aishe loved him. None so greatly, though, he liked to think, as Rowan loved him. Three different types of love, hopefully enough to fill the heart of one very important person.
Rowan heard the burr in Cris's voice and saw his eyes shining even in the dim light. He smiled softly but didn't say anything about it; if he could move Cris with words, then perhaps his actions too would speak volumes. Keep loving him? Easy. If Rowan was written all over Cris, surely it was plain that Cris had become an essential piece of Rowan too.
"Immer, mein Selbe."
Ume's soft noise didn't go unnoticed but Cris turned and responded to her. Rowan looked at her pretty face and knew that it would happen for her, as Cris said. She was too sweet for it not to. Perhaps, with two friends to help keep her out of further trouble, her chances would be greater. He only added to Cris's words with a confident nod of his own.
That thought, too, was shelved as Rowan returned to the enjoyable task of imparting pleasure to his lover as requested. He shivered at the sound of Cris crying out his name, felt his lean body tense and arch, as he enclosed Cris's hardened shaft in its entirety in the heat of his mouth. Rowan pulled gently on Cris's hips, tugging him closer still.
The sight of his partner like this was so arousing, so tempting. Rowan battled the urge to slide himself back up and take Cris himself. That was not the game tonight, unless Cris expressly asked for it. Instead Rowan moaned against his lover's cock before drawing away, completely, circling the velvet tip with his tongue and then once again sliding slowly down onto him. He loved the feel, the taste, the scent of Cris all mingled together so that Rowan's senses were overcome and there was nothing for him but Cris. He remained completely focused, his tongue working gently against the underside of Cris's cock, sucking softly as he moved his head in a slow, steady rhythm. He wanted to draw it out, make it last, bring Cris to the edge of pleasure and then over it as deliciously as possible. No one deserved it more than he, and no one excited Rowan more.
The little toys had been still for some time now and Rowan wondered if his words had distracted Ume. Just when he began to think that was the case he felt the gentle vibrations begin again in both areas, eliciting another soft moan from him as he grasped Cris's hips a little tighter for a moment. Moving his hands away from Cris's hips finally, Rowan gently brushed the insides of his lover's thighs, encouraging him to spread his legs. When he did so Rowan let his hands wander along them until he could cup his partner's balls, gently massage them, and stroke his opening teasingly with his fingertips as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly.
((ooc: Always, my own.))
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris closed his eyes and savored the words that Rowan spoke to him in his native tongue. It still held a special place in his heart despite being altered over the years to be almost unrecognizable as what it had once been. The tone was much the same and Rowan speaking it, especially those words, was a treasure. He opened his eyes and smiled softly; favoring Rowan with an open adoring expression that was for no other.
Then his lover became intent on the task of reducing him to grunts and moans as the ability to form coherent thought would soon be lost to him. Cris murmured a small noise of complaint when Rowan pulled away from him. His partner's torture techniques began with the sight and delicately light feel of that sinfully talented tongue tracing the edge of his erection. Cris watched, forgetting to breath. His breath came out in a low moan as Rowan slid his mouth slowly down his cock once more. He tilted his head back against Ume and closed his eyes, panting quietly as he searched for the patience to endure.
Her arms wrapped around him, Cris sighed softly at the feel of being cradled in Ume's arms while Rowan did amazing things to him. After a moment her hands began roaming his chest. They soon found his nipples that Rowan had teased to sensitivity moments earlier. Expert fingers began to pinch and rub; her touch varied first firm then light, but equally relentless only pausing once to toy with the remotes and then they were back again.
The toys were having an effect on his lover. The small moan from Rowan was amazing to both feel and hear; Cris echoed it with his own. [I love hearing you and feeling you like that.] He parted his legs at his partner's direction, gasping at the added sensations that Rowan added with his hands. [I am at your mercy, Love.] He sighed arching into Ume's fingers as Rowan continued to push him to his limits. [Tell me...what you would do with me if I were the one wearing that collar.] And he would for Rowan; he trusted and loved his partner enough to try anything with him. He could give up control if he knew that Rowan was the one who had it in his place. Right now he simply wanted to further arouse his lover while his lover was in the process of overwhelming him with pleasure.
Then his lover became intent on the task of reducing him to grunts and moans as the ability to form coherent thought would soon be lost to him. Cris murmured a small noise of complaint when Rowan pulled away from him. His partner's torture techniques began with the sight and delicately light feel of that sinfully talented tongue tracing the edge of his erection. Cris watched, forgetting to breath. His breath came out in a low moan as Rowan slid his mouth slowly down his cock once more. He tilted his head back against Ume and closed his eyes, panting quietly as he searched for the patience to endure.
Her arms wrapped around him, Cris sighed softly at the feel of being cradled in Ume's arms while Rowan did amazing things to him. After a moment her hands began roaming his chest. They soon found his nipples that Rowan had teased to sensitivity moments earlier. Expert fingers began to pinch and rub; her touch varied first firm then light, but equally relentless only pausing once to toy with the remotes and then they were back again.
The toys were having an effect on his lover. The small moan from Rowan was amazing to both feel and hear; Cris echoed it with his own. [I love hearing you and feeling you like that.] He parted his legs at his partner's direction, gasping at the added sensations that Rowan added with his hands. [I am at your mercy, Love.] He sighed arching into Ume's fingers as Rowan continued to push him to his limits. [Tell me...what you would do with me if I were the one wearing that collar.] And he would for Rowan; he trusted and loved his partner enough to try anything with him. He could give up control if he knew that Rowan was the one who had it in his place. Right now he simply wanted to further arouse his lover while his lover was in the process of overwhelming him with pleasure.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan's heart pounded at the sight of that expression. That was what he loved; his prideful sin... he loved being the recipient of Cris's love. It was his alone. He knew that and he exulted in it. He sent Cris a wave of delirious ecstasy in return, his feelings when he saw that look on his lover's face.
Every noise Cris made heightened the sensation for Rowan. He wanted to continue playing that tune on Cris's body, eliciting those long low moans and soft sighs from his partner. Each noise was perfect. He loved them all.
He continued to make soft noises against Cris's cock as he slowly stroked it with his mouth and tongue. He flexed his finger gently, continuing to tease his partner's opening, slipping it in just part way, seeking the sensitive flesh within and barely brushing against it.
[I love touching you, Cris. I can't believe I can make you feel this way, look this way. You're so beautiful, when you're open for me. I love that you let me in.]
Cris's question surprised him a little; he didn't expect Cris to swap places with him but he would take it as the most precious gift if he ever did. He understood that that sort of thing must be so difficult for Cris, and Rowan would never abuse that trust.
[If you wore the collar,] he mused, [I think we would have to play a little.] It could be a learning experience for both of them. Rowan gave it serious thought. [I would like to explore some,] he suggested softly, sucking gently upon the shaft in his mouth and gasping a little at the vibrations that turned up again.
[I think I would like to put you in the swing,] he suggested, naming the toy they had yet to use at home. [But no restraints. Just the swing itself, suspended, so you can't touch the ground. And then one by one I would remove your senses. Beginning with your sight.]
He ducked his head once more, rolling his tongue over Cris's cock, smoothing his fingers over the balls cupped so carefully in his hand. Taking away Cris's senses would be the ultimate test of trust. His sight was linked to his empathy; without it Cris would be blind in more than one way. [Perhaps next, your speech. Both kinds.] Rowan could block Cris out if he chose, although he might opt to just not respond.
[Slowly though,] he sent. [I want you to feel safe putting yourself in my hands. Knowing that although you don't know what's happening next, I have your well-being in mind, and your pleasure.]
He drew back, sucked gently at Cris's tip again, moaning loudly and shuddering at the next wave of sensations. "Cris..."
Rowan paused, then, pushing back the overwhelming need to come himself, focusing once more on Cris's body. He couldn't send to him again. The story would have to remain unfinished for now unless Cris prompted him for more. But, how Rowan wanted to try it... he wanted to tease his lover perfectly, every time, he wanted the responsibility. Wanted to repay Cris in kind for what he'd done for him tonight.
To that end Rowan increased his pace slightly, moaning against that hard shaft once more. He pulled away. "Oh god, Cris..." After a moment he sank onto Cris's cock once again, this time more aggressively, his head bobbing as he took his lover in completely.
Every noise Cris made heightened the sensation for Rowan. He wanted to continue playing that tune on Cris's body, eliciting those long low moans and soft sighs from his partner. Each noise was perfect. He loved them all.
He continued to make soft noises against Cris's cock as he slowly stroked it with his mouth and tongue. He flexed his finger gently, continuing to tease his partner's opening, slipping it in just part way, seeking the sensitive flesh within and barely brushing against it.
[I love touching you, Cris. I can't believe I can make you feel this way, look this way. You're so beautiful, when you're open for me. I love that you let me in.]
Cris's question surprised him a little; he didn't expect Cris to swap places with him but he would take it as the most precious gift if he ever did. He understood that that sort of thing must be so difficult for Cris, and Rowan would never abuse that trust.
[If you wore the collar,] he mused, [I think we would have to play a little.] It could be a learning experience for both of them. Rowan gave it serious thought. [I would like to explore some,] he suggested softly, sucking gently upon the shaft in his mouth and gasping a little at the vibrations that turned up again.
[I think I would like to put you in the swing,] he suggested, naming the toy they had yet to use at home. [But no restraints. Just the swing itself, suspended, so you can't touch the ground. And then one by one I would remove your senses. Beginning with your sight.]
He ducked his head once more, rolling his tongue over Cris's cock, smoothing his fingers over the balls cupped so carefully in his hand. Taking away Cris's senses would be the ultimate test of trust. His sight was linked to his empathy; without it Cris would be blind in more than one way. [Perhaps next, your speech. Both kinds.] Rowan could block Cris out if he chose, although he might opt to just not respond.
[Slowly though,] he sent. [I want you to feel safe putting yourself in my hands. Knowing that although you don't know what's happening next, I have your well-being in mind, and your pleasure.]
He drew back, sucked gently at Cris's tip again, moaning loudly and shuddering at the next wave of sensations. "Cris..."
Rowan paused, then, pushing back the overwhelming need to come himself, focusing once more on Cris's body. He couldn't send to him again. The story would have to remain unfinished for now unless Cris prompted him for more. But, how Rowan wanted to try it... he wanted to tease his lover perfectly, every time, he wanted the responsibility. Wanted to repay Cris in kind for what he'd done for him tonight.
To that end Rowan increased his pace slightly, moaning against that hard shaft once more. He pulled away. "Oh god, Cris..." After a moment he sank onto Cris's cock once again, this time more aggressively, his head bobbing as he took his lover in completely.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
[Letting you in was the best thing I have ever done.] Cris still marveled at how that happened so quickly and so completely. It was something to make a person believe in fate. He could wander down the path of what if's and had just one thing been different then he and Rowan might not be here tonight. What if Barney's had not been crowded the day they first met? What if Rowan had not been so tired the night they had all gotten together? What if he had not gotten so drunk? He could go on asking those questions but instead he would prefer to think about how lucky he was that he didn't need to ask any of them.
He listened to Rowan's answer to his question while he tried to hold out for just a bit longer. Concentrating on his lover's voice in his head with all the focus that he could muster. [You can tie me up, Love.] Cris was not concerned with being bound; with their strength it was more a suggestion than a demand anyway. It was a symbol of trust and of relinquishing of control. He could do that...with Rowan. [I trust you. It is part of the experience.] What his partner suggested next scared him more than being bound. Sight was important to him and being without it while someone toyed with him was more frightening than many other things. Opposing armies, gang members with guns, rogue vampires, all those he could handle with much more grace and serenity.
He was worried about being afraid in front of Rowan. Cris was pretty sure he shouldn't be but he didn't want Rowan to feel guilty about his irrational reaction. He would try anything for his partner though and he was sure that Rowan would make it worth trying. [...you might have to be patient with me.] Cris admitted after a long moment. [I will try.] Not being able to tell Rowan to stop made it that much more terrifying. His lover could block him out if he so chose and that seemed to be a part of the plan. There was always Alfarinn who would come running if he were seriously distressed but he shouldn't need to turn to his friend. He should be able to handle this. He had walked into a burning building before; this should not be so difficult. Perhaps giving up control was beyond his ability. [I know, Love.] Cris answered Rowan's intention to take everything slow and make it pleasant. [I trust you and believe you will do your best.]
His partner paused and went back to gentle teasing as Ume once again turn up the remotes. Rowan calling his name was enough to distract him from thoughts of future trepidation. Cris sighed and relaxed into Ume's embrace as he thought of nothing more than the feel of Rowan's mouth on his skin as his lover began to move more rapidly. There were no thoughts at all in his head by the time he heard his name again. He moved his hands down to squeeze his lover's shoulders in acknowledgment of that phrase. They gripped his partner tighter and he cried out, holding on for dear life, it seemed, as Rowan returned to him with the intention of pushing him rapidly over the edge.
It did not take long, not after all the watching and the teasing. He was more than ready. Truthfully, with Rowan it never seemed to take long; his lover could push him to ecstasy so quickly and so easily time and time again. It was amazing and wonderful and, though it might make him blush to come so quickly, he hoped it always remained this way.
"Rue...." Cris barely had time to say his lover's nickname before he came, arching and crying out as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed him. He shuddered and gasped, still holding onto Rowan's shoulders until the intense sensations subsided. Cris leaned back against Ume for a moment, heaving a long satisfied sigh. He did not stay there for long.
Despite being blissfully relaxed, Cris sat up and pushed against the side of one of Rowan's shoulders, toppling his lover over onto his back. He then leaned down and took Rowan's cock into his mouth, one hand grasping it around the base, the other hand gently cupping his lover's balls. Cris was not gentle or teasing, his rhythm was the same frenetic pace that Rowan had just used on him. His intention was the same; he wanted to feel Rowan's climax this way. Ume seemed to be intent on helping; Cris could hear the click of both remotes again and the intense hum coming from the plug. It was so strong that even he could feel a gentle echo of the vibration through Rowan's body.
[Come for me, Love. I want to taste you.]
He listened to Rowan's answer to his question while he tried to hold out for just a bit longer. Concentrating on his lover's voice in his head with all the focus that he could muster. [You can tie me up, Love.] Cris was not concerned with being bound; with their strength it was more a suggestion than a demand anyway. It was a symbol of trust and of relinquishing of control. He could do that...with Rowan. [I trust you. It is part of the experience.] What his partner suggested next scared him more than being bound. Sight was important to him and being without it while someone toyed with him was more frightening than many other things. Opposing armies, gang members with guns, rogue vampires, all those he could handle with much more grace and serenity.
He was worried about being afraid in front of Rowan. Cris was pretty sure he shouldn't be but he didn't want Rowan to feel guilty about his irrational reaction. He would try anything for his partner though and he was sure that Rowan would make it worth trying. [...you might have to be patient with me.] Cris admitted after a long moment. [I will try.] Not being able to tell Rowan to stop made it that much more terrifying. His lover could block him out if he so chose and that seemed to be a part of the plan. There was always Alfarinn who would come running if he were seriously distressed but he shouldn't need to turn to his friend. He should be able to handle this. He had walked into a burning building before; this should not be so difficult. Perhaps giving up control was beyond his ability. [I know, Love.] Cris answered Rowan's intention to take everything slow and make it pleasant. [I trust you and believe you will do your best.]
His partner paused and went back to gentle teasing as Ume once again turn up the remotes. Rowan calling his name was enough to distract him from thoughts of future trepidation. Cris sighed and relaxed into Ume's embrace as he thought of nothing more than the feel of Rowan's mouth on his skin as his lover began to move more rapidly. There were no thoughts at all in his head by the time he heard his name again. He moved his hands down to squeeze his lover's shoulders in acknowledgment of that phrase. They gripped his partner tighter and he cried out, holding on for dear life, it seemed, as Rowan returned to him with the intention of pushing him rapidly over the edge.
It did not take long, not after all the watching and the teasing. He was more than ready. Truthfully, with Rowan it never seemed to take long; his lover could push him to ecstasy so quickly and so easily time and time again. It was amazing and wonderful and, though it might make him blush to come so quickly, he hoped it always remained this way.
"Rue...." Cris barely had time to say his lover's nickname before he came, arching and crying out as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed him. He shuddered and gasped, still holding onto Rowan's shoulders until the intense sensations subsided. Cris leaned back against Ume for a moment, heaving a long satisfied sigh. He did not stay there for long.
Despite being blissfully relaxed, Cris sat up and pushed against the side of one of Rowan's shoulders, toppling his lover over onto his back. He then leaned down and took Rowan's cock into his mouth, one hand grasping it around the base, the other hand gently cupping his lover's balls. Cris was not gentle or teasing, his rhythm was the same frenetic pace that Rowan had just used on him. His intention was the same; he wanted to feel Rowan's climax this way. Ume seemed to be intent on helping; Cris could hear the click of both remotes again and the intense hum coming from the plug. It was so strong that even he could feel a gentle echo of the vibration through Rowan's body.
[Come for me, Love. I want to taste you.]
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Cris's response surprised Rowan a bit, in the sense that it seemed apparent that his partner was apprehensive about his suggestions. It bothered Rowan much more than he was willing to admit just then that something he'd sent disturbed Cris. He was supposed to have caused pleasure with that image, not discomfort. He didn't invoke his empathy; it was clear Cris was not sure about the prospect and Rowan didn't need to further throw a wrench in the works by burning to a virtual crisp in the middle of the most erotic blowjob in his life, but he raised concerned eyes to his lover and took him in carefully.
He was sorry for the lengthy pause; his window of opportunity to send back to Cris passed while he was absorbed in the fullness of the experience, all the overwhelming sensations mixed together. It was a topic they could revisit though; Rowan did not want Cris to think he harbored some fantasy that would leave his partner fearful, uncomfortable, or in pain. At the same time he wanted Cris to be able to trust him completely, to let go of whatever it was that had given him pause. Rowan was a patient lover and his own abilities made it easy for him to work around peoples' issues. If Cris desired it, Rowan would gladly give back some of the security and comfort that Cris gave to him. He knew Cris was used to being alone, but it was all right to lean on him.
The moment passed and those thoughts fled to the back of Rowan's mind as he refocused on the task at hand, aiming to banish any negative thoughts he had caused with his insensitivity. It seemed to work; he felt Cris's fingers pressing into his shoulders and heard his cry. It only drove him further, harder, pushing Cris toward that brink of pleasant abandon without hesitation.
He felt Cris tense, felt him begin to come even as he heard his lover call out his name. Rowan moaned at the sound of it, etching it into his memory. He pressed down firmly with his finger, released his other hand as he felt those delightful spasms begin, and drew back just slightly so that he could taste Cris's seed as it erupted forth over his tongue, warm and rich and perfect.
Rowan pulled away as Cris fell back against Ume, still licking his partner lightly until he was completely clean once again. He raised his head, panting from both his exertions and the difficulty maintaining his own control, and saw Cris move forward toward him. He moved with the hand upon his shoulder and fell back, his eyes growing wide when Cris made it clear that he was going to relieve Rowan of that burden.
Cris's sending was almost buried in a tidal wave of pleasure. Come for him... yes. Immediately. There was no way Rowan could not come, with the vibrator turned up to 'jackhammer' and the nipple clamps doing their best to keep pace. Then there was Cris's warm mouth, wet and welcoming and surrounding him with gentle heat as Cris's hands gripped him firmly. Rowan echoed Cris's previous cry of pleasure with one of his own. He dug his hands into the bed cover and writhed with agonized pleasure as he came violently into Cris's mouth. He wasn't even aware of the word he'd shaped in the torrent of sensation until several moments later, when he looked down and knew he'd called his lover's name.
Rowan simply lay there on the bed for a very long moment, trembling with the force of his release, fairly certain he wasn't going to be able to move for some time. He groped with one hand, reaching for Cris, for anyone, really, to hold onto while he gasped and shivered. Any thoughts he might have had regarding the stress of his work week were distant memories in the wake of that physical and emotional storm his partner had just unleashed upon him. And, what surprised him most of all, was that rather than start the game over, he wanted to go home.
To their home. Where they could curl up in their bed and thank whoever was watching over him that they had shown him to his Cris.
He was sorry for the lengthy pause; his window of opportunity to send back to Cris passed while he was absorbed in the fullness of the experience, all the overwhelming sensations mixed together. It was a topic they could revisit though; Rowan did not want Cris to think he harbored some fantasy that would leave his partner fearful, uncomfortable, or in pain. At the same time he wanted Cris to be able to trust him completely, to let go of whatever it was that had given him pause. Rowan was a patient lover and his own abilities made it easy for him to work around peoples' issues. If Cris desired it, Rowan would gladly give back some of the security and comfort that Cris gave to him. He knew Cris was used to being alone, but it was all right to lean on him.
The moment passed and those thoughts fled to the back of Rowan's mind as he refocused on the task at hand, aiming to banish any negative thoughts he had caused with his insensitivity. It seemed to work; he felt Cris's fingers pressing into his shoulders and heard his cry. It only drove him further, harder, pushing Cris toward that brink of pleasant abandon without hesitation.
He felt Cris tense, felt him begin to come even as he heard his lover call out his name. Rowan moaned at the sound of it, etching it into his memory. He pressed down firmly with his finger, released his other hand as he felt those delightful spasms begin, and drew back just slightly so that he could taste Cris's seed as it erupted forth over his tongue, warm and rich and perfect.
Rowan pulled away as Cris fell back against Ume, still licking his partner lightly until he was completely clean once again. He raised his head, panting from both his exertions and the difficulty maintaining his own control, and saw Cris move forward toward him. He moved with the hand upon his shoulder and fell back, his eyes growing wide when Cris made it clear that he was going to relieve Rowan of that burden.
Cris's sending was almost buried in a tidal wave of pleasure. Come for him... yes. Immediately. There was no way Rowan could not come, with the vibrator turned up to 'jackhammer' and the nipple clamps doing their best to keep pace. Then there was Cris's warm mouth, wet and welcoming and surrounding him with gentle heat as Cris's hands gripped him firmly. Rowan echoed Cris's previous cry of pleasure with one of his own. He dug his hands into the bed cover and writhed with agonized pleasure as he came violently into Cris's mouth. He wasn't even aware of the word he'd shaped in the torrent of sensation until several moments later, when he looked down and knew he'd called his lover's name.
Rowan simply lay there on the bed for a very long moment, trembling with the force of his release, fairly certain he wasn't going to be able to move for some time. He groped with one hand, reaching for Cris, for anyone, really, to hold onto while he gasped and shivered. Any thoughts he might have had regarding the stress of his work week were distant memories in the wake of that physical and emotional storm his partner had just unleashed upon him. And, what surprised him most of all, was that rather than start the game over, he wanted to go home.
To their home. Where they could curl up in their bed and thank whoever was watching over him that they had shown him to his Cris.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris continued to hold Rowan as he came, sucking gently until his lover's climax subsided. [You taste magnificent. Thank you, Love.] He took his time slowly licking his partner clean with patient and thorough care, enjoying every second of it. Leaning back, he looked down at his beautifully exhausted lover with an adoring smile.
He saw Rowan reach out for him and understood the gesture and completely agreed with it. There was nothing more that he wanted right now that to hold his lover close. He slid his arms beneath Rowan's and hauled his companion further up the bed with him. Settling Rowan comfortably in his arms, Cris once more leaned against Ume.
"I think we might have broke him."
Cris smiled up at her and then kissed his lover on top of the head. Reaching down, he carefully pulled off the clamps and set them to the side. He then went back to simply holding Rowan close. They could both move again in a minute. For now Cris was content to lay here peacefully. "How are you feeling, Ume?"
He glanced up at the woman, unable to see her expression clearly from his position. She tilted her head down and smiled at him. One of her arms made its way around his waist and the other reached down to gently squeeze Rowan's shoulder. "I am much better now. Thank You." Cris nodded his head. "Good." They could explain how they intended to make sure she stayed that way later.
[Are you ready to go, Love? I am not done with you so you better get some rest on the way back to the Towers.]
Cris thought that a bold statement considering how relaxed and uninterested in moving he was at this particular moment but he was sure that he would be ready to further make good his promise to completely wear out his partner by the time they got home.
He saw Rowan reach out for him and understood the gesture and completely agreed with it. There was nothing more that he wanted right now that to hold his lover close. He slid his arms beneath Rowan's and hauled his companion further up the bed with him. Settling Rowan comfortably in his arms, Cris once more leaned against Ume.
"I think we might have broke him."
Cris smiled up at her and then kissed his lover on top of the head. Reaching down, he carefully pulled off the clamps and set them to the side. He then went back to simply holding Rowan close. They could both move again in a minute. For now Cris was content to lay here peacefully. "How are you feeling, Ume?"
He glanced up at the woman, unable to see her expression clearly from his position. She tilted her head down and smiled at him. One of her arms made its way around his waist and the other reached down to gently squeeze Rowan's shoulder. "I am much better now. Thank You." Cris nodded his head. "Good." They could explain how they intended to make sure she stayed that way later.
[Are you ready to go, Love? I am not done with you so you better get some rest on the way back to the Towers.]
Cris thought that a bold statement considering how relaxed and uninterested in moving he was at this particular moment but he was sure that he would be ready to further make good his promise to completely wear out his partner by the time they got home.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan squirmed up Cris's body into his comfortable, almost too comfortable, embrace. It wouldn't do to fall asleep right there in the HoP and have Cris have to carry him out. It was really tempting though.
Snuggling close for a few moments Rowan shook his head in muzzy denial of Cris's statement. "No," he disagreed, nuzzling his nose against Cris's warm skin. "You fixed me."
He closed his eyes, letting the brief exchange between his partner and Ume fade into the background for just a moment. He felt Ume's hand upon his shoulder and turned his head to rest his cheek against it before cuddling back up against Cris.
The voice in his head made him smile and squeeze Cris a little tighter. [I'm ready,] he sent back. [Who says I'm done with you?]
Lazy and sated as Rowan felt, Cris could still evoke a little shiver from him as Rowan felt the embers of passion stir a bit inside of him. He wasn't done, not yet. Ready for another round, no... but that little coil of warmth in the pit of his stomach heralded another round or two of energetic lovemaking.
They finally roused themselves and cleaned up. Rowan obtained Ume's permission to examine her before she dressed, explaining what he did for a living. He was careful and gentle, certain she'd sustained no permanent damage. She was bruised pretty well but otherwise there was nothing wrong with her that some Tylenol and a few hot baths wouldn't fix.
They left the HoP together, exchanging information with Ume and seeing her safely into a cab. Cris asked her to come by the Towers the next day and Rowan felt that wash of pride again, to be with Cris. Many people would have said the words and never made good on them but not Cris. When he intended to do something, he did it and did it thoroughly.
The ride back to Liefde was short, and somewhat quiet. Rowan wanted to talk to Cris about what had bothered him before but he kept silent on the topic; there would be a better time to bring it up again later. Cris knew what his desire was... if he wanted to act on it he would. Rowan knew Cris was anxious about it... he wouldn't ever press. If Cris had something he wanted to work out, Rowan trusted his lover would say so. Their relationship was still new even though their bond ran deeper than Rowan had ever expected. He didn't yet know what information he had to ask Cris for and what would be freely given. Time would tell. Rowan had patience.
In the end, they reached Liefde without mishap and Rowan shed his collar and wrist bands and embraced his lover as his equal once more, determined to give as good as he got. Cris, however, had a plan, and Rowan had to admit it was a good one. Within a few hours Cris had not only loved him into immobility, but into a deep, comfortable, utterly sated slumber in which he continued to dream about his partner for the rest of the night.
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Snuggling close for a few moments Rowan shook his head in muzzy denial of Cris's statement. "No," he disagreed, nuzzling his nose against Cris's warm skin. "You fixed me."
He closed his eyes, letting the brief exchange between his partner and Ume fade into the background for just a moment. He felt Ume's hand upon his shoulder and turned his head to rest his cheek against it before cuddling back up against Cris.
The voice in his head made him smile and squeeze Cris a little tighter. [I'm ready,] he sent back. [Who says I'm done with you?]
Lazy and sated as Rowan felt, Cris could still evoke a little shiver from him as Rowan felt the embers of passion stir a bit inside of him. He wasn't done, not yet. Ready for another round, no... but that little coil of warmth in the pit of his stomach heralded another round or two of energetic lovemaking.
They finally roused themselves and cleaned up. Rowan obtained Ume's permission to examine her before she dressed, explaining what he did for a living. He was careful and gentle, certain she'd sustained no permanent damage. She was bruised pretty well but otherwise there was nothing wrong with her that some Tylenol and a few hot baths wouldn't fix.
They left the HoP together, exchanging information with Ume and seeing her safely into a cab. Cris asked her to come by the Towers the next day and Rowan felt that wash of pride again, to be with Cris. Many people would have said the words and never made good on them but not Cris. When he intended to do something, he did it and did it thoroughly.
The ride back to Liefde was short, and somewhat quiet. Rowan wanted to talk to Cris about what had bothered him before but he kept silent on the topic; there would be a better time to bring it up again later. Cris knew what his desire was... if he wanted to act on it he would. Rowan knew Cris was anxious about it... he wouldn't ever press. If Cris had something he wanted to work out, Rowan trusted his lover would say so. Their relationship was still new even though their bond ran deeper than Rowan had ever expected. He didn't yet know what information he had to ask Cris for and what would be freely given. Time would tell. Rowan had patience.
In the end, they reached Liefde without mishap and Rowan shed his collar and wrist bands and embraced his lover as his equal once more, determined to give as good as he got. Cris, however, had a plan, and Rowan had to admit it was a good one. Within a few hours Cris had not only loved him into immobility, but into a deep, comfortable, utterly sated slumber in which he continued to dream about his partner for the rest of the night.
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