Rowan tugged the blanket over both of them, sure than soon enough they would be plenty warm but hoping to avoid becoming chilly until that point. He wrapped Cris up with an arm and a leg thrown over him, his hand still wandering gently even as Cris snuggled back against him.
He could feel Cris relaxing and he was elated by it. With gentle fingers he traced the lines of Cris's collar bones, swirling in serpentines over his slim shoulders. His mouth journeyed casually along Cris's neck, encouraged by his partner's words of love. His tongue flicked softly out as he tasted the fair skin behind Cris's jaw.
"I want to keep you happy," Rowan said. "As long as I can. You deserve so much happiness, Cris."
Everything he had, he would give if it meant Cris's joy. Everything he was, he would gladly give up for that purpose. He tried his best to convey that with his touches and caresses, each one separate from the rest, each one distinctive and purposeful. He lifted his hand from Cris's collar and brought his fingertips down to the beaded flesh of one nipple, rolling it gently and drawing circles around the muscular plane of Cris's breast. Lifting his hand away he spiraled his index finger down to Cris's hip, drawing it inward over Cris's thigh and just barely brushing it along the soft curls nested within.
For some time he simply lay there behind Cris, stroking him gently, touching him lightly and lovingly. He couldn't get enough of him, this man who meant so much to him. Perhaps in time the feeling would diminish but it was difficult to see that happening and he hoped it never did.
After a short eternity Rowan gently tugged Cris onto his back so that he could fall into those blue eyes. He reached across Cris and slid his hand up his side, touching the bits of him he hadn't been able to reach. Now that he had him here like this, perfectly poised, Rowan bent once more and lightly touched Cris's jaw, resting his fingertips there while he slowly kissed his love. Even in that small task he took his time, gently caressing Cris's lower lip, sucking and nibbling before asking Cris to open to him with a teasing flick of his tongue.
In the meantime he stroked Cris's leg with his own foot, brushing softly up and down. His own inner thigh rested over Cris's hips and he could feel his lover pressing against him. He pushed his thigh down a little, knowing there would be some friction as he moved his leg and wanting to continue teasing. In the meantime he was watchful if Cris's overall state of relaxation. He wanted to do this properly, wanted to drive all thoughts of worry from Cris's mind.
Rowan loved Cris. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Method Vs Madness (invite only)
Rowan changed out of his dirty and smoke-infused scrubs, the scene he'd just witnessed playing out in his mind again and again. He had so little to go on. He didn't know the identity of the slain vampire; he'd found nothing in the way of clues on the warehouse rooftop. All he had was this charred piece of paper.
Fortunately Rowan knew what to do with a handwritten poem. Freshly showered, damp hair tucked behind his ears, he sat with his long legs tucked under him on Cris's couch, his lap desk settled comfortably on top of them. His notebook and a pen were off to one side, conveniently within reach of his left hand. With his right he unfolded a pair of glasses and put them on. They were simple reading glasses with magnifying lenses, to help keen eyesight become keener.
Over the years Rowan had spent forging documents he'd become a strong supporter of graphoanalysis. It had first been seen as a gimmick but over time doctors, psychiatrists, and scientists had determined that there was something to it. Rowan had studied it extensively, fascinated by it. The fact that certain mental states could influence a person's handwriting was indisputable. The slightly more abstract concept that certain pressures and angles could indicated the writer's state of mind had also been proven with reliability.
For over an hour he charted angles, pressures, consistencies, taking the poem apart line by line, word by word. He was trying to get an idea of what kind of person had written it.
The answers he got were unsettling.
Rowan checked and double checked his work, debating over a few strokes that could go either way. Both fit the profiles he was building but both had different ramifications. In the end he sat back, stretching, cracking his back as he did. He did the same to his knuckles after setting down his pen. He looked at his neatly written notes and then back at the poem.
Oh, he hated to bring this to Cris. Cris had enough work already. But as much as Rowan would love to solve this little mystery alone, it was a matter for every Clan, not just his own. One of their kind had been murdered. Rowan had no doubt that this was a cold-hearted, premeditated murder. Having nothing to go on as far as a face or name or identity, Rowan could only show Cris what he had and hope that his partner didn't think him insane.
He looked at the clock; Cris was still at work but would be home soon. Maybe he should save it. He didn't want to cause Cris to have to work late, but he also didn't want to lay it on him when he came home.
Torn, Rowan set the lap desk aside. He tucked the poem between two pages of his notebook and set that aside too, with the pen. Shifting positions, he curled up on the couch, laying his head against the arm. Sighing, he replayed the night's events in his head which did no good. How must it have felt to burn like that, to fall like a blazing comet to the ground in a little personal inferno?
Had the victim even been alive at that point?
Rowan tugged a throw pillow to himself and hugged it against his chest. He didn't like this one bit. Sometimes, he told himself, you should just keep walking. But he couldn't have done that. Centuries ago, sure, but today it wasn't him. He'd gone beyond the person he'd once been and now he couldn't separate himself. He could no more have run the other way than he could stop drinking blood.
Rowan closed his eyes and tried not to think about the falling vampire. He had done what he could; he had to turn the matter over to Clan authorities and think no more on it. Still, the echoes of a cut off cry rang through his mind.
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Rowan's gentle touches and warm reassuring presence were almost enough to put him to sleep. Cris figured that his partner would wake him up soon enough and so it did not trouble him that his eyes slid closed and his muscles relaxed as they lay there snug against one another beneath the soft blanket.
"Mmmm, if you say so." he smiled in response to Rowan's words.
His partner's touches became more arousing as his lover toyed with one nipple before gliding fingers down his body, across his hip. Cris inhaled sharply and then held that breath as Rowan's hand moved inward but his partner only made the barest touches to the dark blond curls near his groin. It tickled and hinted at more to come. He sighed softly and squirmed against his companion, content to wait but making his interest known.
Cris found himself rolled over with Rowan leaning partially on top of him. He couldn't want for a better blanket. Raising his arms, he ran his hands gently up and down Rowan's back as he responded to his lover's lingering kiss. He savored it and all the care that went into it, yielding himself willingly to Rowan's lips and tongue.
Moaning softly as Rowan shifted his leg against him, Cris reached down and grasped his partner's ass, squeezing it firmly and pressing his lover to him for a long moment before releasing him with a sigh. His fingers then began to move once more, tracing a path up Rowan's sides while he waited for his lover to tease him until he could barely stand it and then love him into oblivion.
He fully believed Rowan was a man of his word.
"Mmmm, if you say so." he smiled in response to Rowan's words.
His partner's touches became more arousing as his lover toyed with one nipple before gliding fingers down his body, across his hip. Cris inhaled sharply and then held that breath as Rowan's hand moved inward but his partner only made the barest touches to the dark blond curls near his groin. It tickled and hinted at more to come. He sighed softly and squirmed against his companion, content to wait but making his interest known.
Cris found himself rolled over with Rowan leaning partially on top of him. He couldn't want for a better blanket. Raising his arms, he ran his hands gently up and down Rowan's back as he responded to his lover's lingering kiss. He savored it and all the care that went into it, yielding himself willingly to Rowan's lips and tongue.
Moaning softly as Rowan shifted his leg against him, Cris reached down and grasped his partner's ass, squeezing it firmly and pressing his lover to him for a long moment before releasing him with a sigh. His fingers then began to move once more, tracing a path up Rowan's sides while he waited for his lover to tease him until he could barely stand it and then love him into oblivion.
He fully believed Rowan was a man of his word.
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"I do," Rowan said with a smile. "And who can you trust, if not your doctor?"
His gentle touches seemed to be doing the trick. Rowan loved the feel of Cris relaxing against him, into his embrace, his body becoming lithe and pliant as he was lovingly toyed with. The trust he was given only made him love Cris more; he knew how Cris had hesitated when first they'd been together. He knew it hadn't been easy for Cris to let go and let Rowan take care of him but he had done so anyway and Rowan would do nothing to endanger that precious gift.
Cris's kiss was delicious; it always was. Rowan never tired of it though. He continued to go slowly, savoring every little taste, playing with Cris's tongue, smoothly alternating between deep intimate kissing and light teasing kisses. This pleasant task gave him something to focus on. If he could help Cris forget for tonight then Rowan would forget as well.
He finally pulled away from Cris's lips, leaving them looking all the sweeter for appearing so freshly kissed. He gave a soft moan of enjoyment as Cris's hands wandered over his own skin, laughing, his own voice somewhat husky with desire, as he was grabbed and pulled closer.
Rowan shifted against Cris, letting his hands trace circles over the hollows of his lover's hips, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, and the ridge of muscle just below his navel. His mouth slid warmly along Cris's shoulder, down his bicep, and then back inward over the little hollow where his arm joined his body. He paused there for a moment, sucking softly, and then bit down gently. There was little blood here, mostly muscle, but it was a sensitive spot. He did not stay there long, moving away and licking the two tiny wounds closed.
"Play a little game with me for a few moments, love?" Rowan asked Cris in a gentle tone. "Close your eyes for me, and tell me where you want me to go and what you want me to do. I want to see if I can do it; tell you how much I love you like that."
He wanted Cris to trust him, to guide him, and to know that everything he wished was Rowan's fervent desire to perform. Just for a few moments, for Cris to be so completely focused on his actions that perhaps he would forget even the room around them and pay attention to nothing but every little nuance in Rowan's movements.
His gentle touches seemed to be doing the trick. Rowan loved the feel of Cris relaxing against him, into his embrace, his body becoming lithe and pliant as he was lovingly toyed with. The trust he was given only made him love Cris more; he knew how Cris had hesitated when first they'd been together. He knew it hadn't been easy for Cris to let go and let Rowan take care of him but he had done so anyway and Rowan would do nothing to endanger that precious gift.
Cris's kiss was delicious; it always was. Rowan never tired of it though. He continued to go slowly, savoring every little taste, playing with Cris's tongue, smoothly alternating between deep intimate kissing and light teasing kisses. This pleasant task gave him something to focus on. If he could help Cris forget for tonight then Rowan would forget as well.
He finally pulled away from Cris's lips, leaving them looking all the sweeter for appearing so freshly kissed. He gave a soft moan of enjoyment as Cris's hands wandered over his own skin, laughing, his own voice somewhat husky with desire, as he was grabbed and pulled closer.
Rowan shifted against Cris, letting his hands trace circles over the hollows of his lover's hips, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, and the ridge of muscle just below his navel. His mouth slid warmly along Cris's shoulder, down his bicep, and then back inward over the little hollow where his arm joined his body. He paused there for a moment, sucking softly, and then bit down gently. There was little blood here, mostly muscle, but it was a sensitive spot. He did not stay there long, moving away and licking the two tiny wounds closed.
"Play a little game with me for a few moments, love?" Rowan asked Cris in a gentle tone. "Close your eyes for me, and tell me where you want me to go and what you want me to do. I want to see if I can do it; tell you how much I love you like that."
He wanted Cris to trust him, to guide him, and to know that everything he wished was Rowan's fervent desire to perform. Just for a few moments, for Cris to be so completely focused on his actions that perhaps he would forget even the room around them and pay attention to nothing but every little nuance in Rowan's movements.
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Rowan's hands were making it harder to be patient. Cris watched his partner through lowered lashes as his lover gently stroked, touched and kissed him. He made soft noises of encouragement and tried to keep his own hands gentle whenever Rowan found a particularly sensitive spot to tease.
The unexpected bite made him arch and gasp, Cris held Rowan tightly to him while his lover tasted him and then licked the little wounds closed. Slowly, finger by finger, he released his hold on his partner and went back to the gentle exploration of Rowan's back,sides and hips.
He looked up at Rowan and listened to his request. Cris smiled and gave his lover a look of patient indulgence as he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind one his partner's ears. "I have no doubt that you can, My Love." Grin still in place, he closed his eyes. "But I will play with you since you are doing such a good job of playing with me."
Cris slid his hands down to rest them against Rowan's hips. "Kiss me first." He smiled. "then my neck, do not be gentle but no biting." Being bitten again might be the end of him , certainly the end of his passivity.
The unexpected bite made him arch and gasp, Cris held Rowan tightly to him while his lover tasted him and then licked the little wounds closed. Slowly, finger by finger, he released his hold on his partner and went back to the gentle exploration of Rowan's back,sides and hips.
He looked up at Rowan and listened to his request. Cris smiled and gave his lover a look of patient indulgence as he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind one his partner's ears. "I have no doubt that you can, My Love." Grin still in place, he closed his eyes. "But I will play with you since you are doing such a good job of playing with me."
Cris slid his hands down to rest them against Rowan's hips. "Kiss me first." He smiled. "then my neck, do not be gentle but no biting." Being bitten again might be the end of him , certainly the end of his passivity.
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Rowan loved the effect he had on Cris. He did not mind the steel grip he found himself in; on the contrary he adored it. Particularly when it was coupled with that harsh intake of air as Cris gasped. Bruises would fade. His lover was welcome to mark him as much as he liked. Rowan only wished some of them would stay around a bit longer, reminders of that momentary loss of control that made things like this so erotic.
Rowan returned the wide smile Cris gave him. "More evidence that you take care of me. It's good of you to play along with me."
He raised himself up on his arms and then lowered himself to offer up the requested kiss. He could easily attend to Cris's lips all night, tasting him and teasing with his tongue, but by his own rules he had to break away after making sure that one task was thoroughly completed.
"Not gentle, but no biting," he murmured against Cris's jaw as he breathed softly against the sensitive skin of his lover's neck. "I can do that."
Cradling Cris's head gently in one hand and supporting himself with the other Rowan did his best to comply. He felt the rising urgency their lovemaking prompted and made it be still and silent. Patience.
He moved his lips along Cris's neck, inhaling as he traveled along the line of that thrumming pulse. He kissed gently at first and then with increasing enthusiasm. Listening for each little noise Cris made, Rowan punctuated his kisses with light grazes of his fangs against Cris's skin, pausing now and then to pay particular attention to one place or another as he sucked at the fair skin of Cris's neck, bringing blood to the surface, tempting himself as much as anything.
As Cris had asked Rowan was not entirely gentle, but he wasn't overly rough. He was aggressive as he paid lavish attention to both sides of Cris's neck, from the soft skin behind his ears down along that tantalizing vein, across his collar bones to the hollow of his throat, and back up again. No bit of him remained untouched, kissed, licked, or sucked on.
He continued to tease, his own soft sighs escaping as he did. He didn't need a glamour to make Cris feel cherished but he wanted to prove that. Returning back to Cris's lips Rowan brushed his own lightly against them.
"What next, my own? Or did I miss a spot?"
Rowan returned the wide smile Cris gave him. "More evidence that you take care of me. It's good of you to play along with me."
He raised himself up on his arms and then lowered himself to offer up the requested kiss. He could easily attend to Cris's lips all night, tasting him and teasing with his tongue, but by his own rules he had to break away after making sure that one task was thoroughly completed.
"Not gentle, but no biting," he murmured against Cris's jaw as he breathed softly against the sensitive skin of his lover's neck. "I can do that."
Cradling Cris's head gently in one hand and supporting himself with the other Rowan did his best to comply. He felt the rising urgency their lovemaking prompted and made it be still and silent. Patience.
He moved his lips along Cris's neck, inhaling as he traveled along the line of that thrumming pulse. He kissed gently at first and then with increasing enthusiasm. Listening for each little noise Cris made, Rowan punctuated his kisses with light grazes of his fangs against Cris's skin, pausing now and then to pay particular attention to one place or another as he sucked at the fair skin of Cris's neck, bringing blood to the surface, tempting himself as much as anything.
As Cris had asked Rowan was not entirely gentle, but he wasn't overly rough. He was aggressive as he paid lavish attention to both sides of Cris's neck, from the soft skin behind his ears down along that tantalizing vein, across his collar bones to the hollow of his throat, and back up again. No bit of him remained untouched, kissed, licked, or sucked on.
He continued to tease, his own soft sighs escaping as he did. He didn't need a glamour to make Cris feel cherished but he wanted to prove that. Returning back to Cris's lips Rowan brushed his own lightly against them.
"What next, my own? Or did I miss a spot?"
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12 years ago
"In this game I hardly think I am troubling myself by participating." Cris laughed softly, his eyes obediently closed as he made his requests and then waited for Rowan to carry them out. He could get used to this game but he hoped that later he would get to take his turn at fulfilling wishes.
And then Rowan bent down and kissed him. Any more thoughts of games and compliments fled from his head as he focused on the feel of his lover's lips against his own and the taste of Rowan as his mouth was gently but thoroughly plundered by his very own pirate. He sighed softly, making a little murmur of protest when Rowan moved away to accomplish the other task that he had set before him.
He smiled at his partner's stated belief in his own ability; Cris had every confidence in his lover as well but he loved Rowan's easy self assurance. It proved to be well placed as his lover set to work on his neck. Soon Cris found himself clutching his companion tightly and moaning softly while he arched his neck against Rowan's talented mouth.
All the while he kept his eyes tightly closed, as promised.
Cris considered what he wanted next. A part of him was impatient and what 'it' wanted could be discerned quite easily, by both of them, the evidence of that desire pressed between them. However, the game would soon be over if they went straight to the final play. He also wanted to make sure that his lover was made equally impatient by his choices and the resulting actions; Cris hoped to 'win' this game by having Rowan choosing to do what he, himself, wanted, and that, hopefully, being some very ardent lovemaking.
"It has been a long day..." He smiled. "I would love to turn over and have you straddle me and massage my back." Cris slid his hands up along Rowan's chest, his fingers gently caressing the hard planes. Then he slowly slid from beneath his partner just enough to turn himself over. He made of pillow of his arms and waited for Rowan with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.
And then Rowan bent down and kissed him. Any more thoughts of games and compliments fled from his head as he focused on the feel of his lover's lips against his own and the taste of Rowan as his mouth was gently but thoroughly plundered by his very own pirate. He sighed softly, making a little murmur of protest when Rowan moved away to accomplish the other task that he had set before him.
He smiled at his partner's stated belief in his own ability; Cris had every confidence in his lover as well but he loved Rowan's easy self assurance. It proved to be well placed as his lover set to work on his neck. Soon Cris found himself clutching his companion tightly and moaning softly while he arched his neck against Rowan's talented mouth.
All the while he kept his eyes tightly closed, as promised.
Cris considered what he wanted next. A part of him was impatient and what 'it' wanted could be discerned quite easily, by both of them, the evidence of that desire pressed between them. However, the game would soon be over if they went straight to the final play. He also wanted to make sure that his lover was made equally impatient by his choices and the resulting actions; Cris hoped to 'win' this game by having Rowan choosing to do what he, himself, wanted, and that, hopefully, being some very ardent lovemaking.
"It has been a long day..." He smiled. "I would love to turn over and have you straddle me and massage my back." Cris slid his hands up along Rowan's chest, his fingers gently caressing the hard planes. Then he slowly slid from beneath his partner just enough to turn himself over. He made of pillow of his arms and waited for Rowan with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.
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12 years ago
Once again Cris clung to him, pliant and relaxed in his arms, and Rowan smiled against his lover's scar-marked skin. The next request Cris made caused Rowan's smile to break into a grin. "Oddly enough I was hoping that would come up at some point," he admitted.
He loved when they were on the same wavelength. Cris pulled himself away and turned over expectantly. Rowan gave him room to situate himself comfortably and then ran his hand gently up the lane of Cris's body, from the backs of his knees over his thighs and ass, dipping into the small of his back and then up to the nape of his neck, an area he seemed to enjoy being touched at. Leaning down Rowan allowed his mouth a brief journey over the same trail his fingers had just made, sucking and kissing as he complied with Cris's wishes and moved himself into place, kneeling over his lover's legs.
He reached into their nightstand drawer for the little bottle of oil that had become convenient to keep on hand and uncapped it, pouring a small amount into the palm of his hand. Replacing the cap on the bottle for when things undoubtedly became more heated, Rowan set it aside and then rubbed his palms together to warm the lotion up.
He set his hands upon Cris's slender back and slowly moved them to spread the oil before massaging in earnest. As he dug his fingers firmly into Cris's muscles Rowan shifted against his partner, not making any sort of attempt to hide his own desire as his upper body movements caused his hips to move.
Still rubbing, he leaned down and ran his mouth along the crest of one shoulder, traveling inward toward Cris's neck. He placed a gentle kiss beneath Cris's ear and murmured, "I love this. Being here with you, touching you. Thank you."
He worked his hands downward, letting them caress Cris's lower back, down over his ass, which admittedly Rowan might have paid slightly more attention to than was strictly necessary. Moving upward again he ran his fingertips right up the center of Cris's spine and then outward to massage him some more.
His own eyes were closed for most of the process as well, as he sank himself into the sensations of touching his lover so intimately. Rowan thought he had long since learned every little scar, every muscle, but tonight he swore Cris's body took on a whole new dimension as he tried to commit every detail right down to those soft moans to memory.
When the oil was all but gone, rubbed in under Rowan's ministrations, Rowan placed one hand on the bed on either side of Cris. Pushing himself forward on one knee he settled suggestively behind Cris, covering him with his body but not lying his weight uncomfortably on him. Bending his head down he took Cris's ear into his mouth, sucking gently at the delicate lobe.
"How was that?" he asked softly, his own voice surprisingly strained with repressed desire. He kissed the back of Cris's neck once more, gently biting without piercing into his skin, and then moved back to lick at his neck. "You're driving me crazy, love. Just touching you."
Rowan uttered a long sigh and smiled into Cris's neck. He was sure Cris understood, even without looking at him through empathic eyes.
He loved when they were on the same wavelength. Cris pulled himself away and turned over expectantly. Rowan gave him room to situate himself comfortably and then ran his hand gently up the lane of Cris's body, from the backs of his knees over his thighs and ass, dipping into the small of his back and then up to the nape of his neck, an area he seemed to enjoy being touched at. Leaning down Rowan allowed his mouth a brief journey over the same trail his fingers had just made, sucking and kissing as he complied with Cris's wishes and moved himself into place, kneeling over his lover's legs.
He reached into their nightstand drawer for the little bottle of oil that had become convenient to keep on hand and uncapped it, pouring a small amount into the palm of his hand. Replacing the cap on the bottle for when things undoubtedly became more heated, Rowan set it aside and then rubbed his palms together to warm the lotion up.
He set his hands upon Cris's slender back and slowly moved them to spread the oil before massaging in earnest. As he dug his fingers firmly into Cris's muscles Rowan shifted against his partner, not making any sort of attempt to hide his own desire as his upper body movements caused his hips to move.
Still rubbing, he leaned down and ran his mouth along the crest of one shoulder, traveling inward toward Cris's neck. He placed a gentle kiss beneath Cris's ear and murmured, "I love this. Being here with you, touching you. Thank you."
He worked his hands downward, letting them caress Cris's lower back, down over his ass, which admittedly Rowan might have paid slightly more attention to than was strictly necessary. Moving upward again he ran his fingertips right up the center of Cris's spine and then outward to massage him some more.
His own eyes were closed for most of the process as well, as he sank himself into the sensations of touching his lover so intimately. Rowan thought he had long since learned every little scar, every muscle, but tonight he swore Cris's body took on a whole new dimension as he tried to commit every detail right down to those soft moans to memory.
When the oil was all but gone, rubbed in under Rowan's ministrations, Rowan placed one hand on the bed on either side of Cris. Pushing himself forward on one knee he settled suggestively behind Cris, covering him with his body but not lying his weight uncomfortably on him. Bending his head down he took Cris's ear into his mouth, sucking gently at the delicate lobe.
"How was that?" he asked softly, his own voice surprisingly strained with repressed desire. He kissed the back of Cris's neck once more, gently biting without piercing into his skin, and then moved back to lick at his neck. "You're driving me crazy, love. Just touching you."
Rowan uttered a long sigh and smiled into Cris's neck. He was sure Cris understood, even without looking at him through empathic eyes.
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"I am glad to hear that I could oblige you." Cris smiled but was a little wary. He was hoping that if he turned over, safely tucking sensitive parts of him against the bed that perhaps it would give him a little respite while turning his companion on all the more. He somehow had the sinking feeling that he had made a tactical error. Ah well, he sighed inwardly, being overcome by Rowan was certainly a far sweeter loss than any he had ever encountered in the past.
His lover's hands played over his skin, light and teasing at the start causing him to tense and twitch beneath the feathery touches. It was arousing, made more so when Rowan's mouth followed the same trail. Cris moaned softly then bit his lip, trying forestall any more encouraging sounds. Of course Rowan was likely to notice him trying to stifle the noises and would just work all the harder to get him to make them. He decided it was in his best interest to make plenty of noise.
Of course the long low moan that issued forth from him when Rowan began to knead the tension from his muscles was completely unfeigned and surprised even him. Cris would have thought that he was as relaxed as he could possibly have gotten but apparently there was still some tightness from the day and the earlier tension the worry for Rowan had brought. The massage felt ridiculously good and his initial concern melted away as his lover worked the oil into his skin. Anything that felt this good could not have been an unwise choice.
Then Rowan's hands found his ass and Cris wondered if his relief had been too hasty. He arched shamelessly and pushed himself back, further into his lover's grasp. This was not cooling his desire as much as he had planned; a large part of him wanted Rowan to just take him, no more waiting.
"Perfect." He answered his lover's question as Rowan pressed against him just enough to further his desires. Cris raised his hips up enough to brush against his lover suggestively. He moaned softly at the feel of his partner's warm lips once more on the back of his neck and the teasing little bite made him sigh and move against Rowan once more. It was near begging, he was fairly certain.
It was good to hear that his partner had not remained unaffected. Cris smiled and answered Rowan's statement with a smirk. "Then, do something about it, Love."
His lover's hands played over his skin, light and teasing at the start causing him to tense and twitch beneath the feathery touches. It was arousing, made more so when Rowan's mouth followed the same trail. Cris moaned softly then bit his lip, trying forestall any more encouraging sounds. Of course Rowan was likely to notice him trying to stifle the noises and would just work all the harder to get him to make them. He decided it was in his best interest to make plenty of noise.
Of course the long low moan that issued forth from him when Rowan began to knead the tension from his muscles was completely unfeigned and surprised even him. Cris would have thought that he was as relaxed as he could possibly have gotten but apparently there was still some tightness from the day and the earlier tension the worry for Rowan had brought. The massage felt ridiculously good and his initial concern melted away as his lover worked the oil into his skin. Anything that felt this good could not have been an unwise choice.
Then Rowan's hands found his ass and Cris wondered if his relief had been too hasty. He arched shamelessly and pushed himself back, further into his lover's grasp. This was not cooling his desire as much as he had planned; a large part of him wanted Rowan to just take him, no more waiting.
"Perfect." He answered his lover's question as Rowan pressed against him just enough to further his desires. Cris raised his hips up enough to brush against his lover suggestively. He moaned softly at the feel of his partner's warm lips once more on the back of his neck and the teasing little bite made him sigh and move against Rowan once more. It was near begging, he was fairly certain.
It was good to hear that his partner had not remained unaffected. Cris smiled and answered Rowan's statement with a smirk. "Then, do something about it, Love."
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12 years ago
Cris should be a controlled substance, Rowan was pretty sure. This constant exposure was definitely having strange neurological effects. He couldn't stop touching, and had definitely developed a distinct oral fixation. Cris's motions against him left no doubt as to his partner's mood and Rowan wanted to give him exactly what he seemed to be asking for. But at the same time he had promised to love Cris into oblivion and they weren't there yet.
He reached over and moved the bottle of oil, glad he'd recapped it earlier. He didn't want to spill on the bed covers. In their nightstand was a bottle of clear gel, far better suited to what Rowan wanted it for. He traded one for the other and opened the gel, using only a tiny drop on his fingertip for now.
"If that's what you want," Rowan, smiling, responded to Cris's request that he do something about being driven crazy.
He lowered himself back down, sliding sideways just a bit so his full weight wasn't resting on Cris's back but rather off to the side. Leaning on one arm Rowan was able to bend down and begin to kiss his boyfriend again, with all the tender gentleness he'd used before. His free hand drifted downward once more though, nestling between Cris's thighs and pressing warmly before sliding up.
With thorough patience Rowan slowly massaged with his hand, his index finger pressing lightly at Cris's opening while his tongue echoed those motions against Cris's lips. He moved restlessly against Cris's hip as he teased and toyed, unable to resist doing so, wanting to be exactly where his hand was now. He wanted to feel that seamless joining as they loved each other but first he wanted Cris as ready as he could be. With his other fingers Rowan made a tantalizing exploration forward, brushing lightly against Cris's balls and the sensitive space just behind them.
He let his mouth explore along the side of Cris's neck, slowly dragging his fangs over the delicious, fair skin. Sucking a warm spot to the surface just below Cris's ear Rowan breathed softly upon it. "You taste so good, my Cris," he murmured, his voice hoarse with the effort of restraining himself.
Pressing his lips to Cris's once more Rowan kissed him deeply, his tongue dipping in to taste, stroke, and claim. As he did he slid his finger gently into his lover, waiting for him to adjust before sliding in and out again. He wanted to overwhelm Cris's senses, as he'd promised, to make him mad with desire and to drive them both to the edge of sanity.
Rowan lifted his mouth away just enough to murmur to Cris, "Will you kneel for me, love?"
Cris was still lying on his stomach, which looked comfortable, but it denied Rowan access to everywhere he wanted to touch and taste. Part of him was still amazed that Cris trusted him enough to do this with him but all of him was elated. It was a trust he never wanted to betray and he made it a point every time to ask Cris for his willing participation when he was feeling more aggressive than usual. He loved that Cris trusted not just his body to him, but his heart as well.
He reached over and moved the bottle of oil, glad he'd recapped it earlier. He didn't want to spill on the bed covers. In their nightstand was a bottle of clear gel, far better suited to what Rowan wanted it for. He traded one for the other and opened the gel, using only a tiny drop on his fingertip for now.
"If that's what you want," Rowan, smiling, responded to Cris's request that he do something about being driven crazy.
He lowered himself back down, sliding sideways just a bit so his full weight wasn't resting on Cris's back but rather off to the side. Leaning on one arm Rowan was able to bend down and begin to kiss his boyfriend again, with all the tender gentleness he'd used before. His free hand drifted downward once more though, nestling between Cris's thighs and pressing warmly before sliding up.
With thorough patience Rowan slowly massaged with his hand, his index finger pressing lightly at Cris's opening while his tongue echoed those motions against Cris's lips. He moved restlessly against Cris's hip as he teased and toyed, unable to resist doing so, wanting to be exactly where his hand was now. He wanted to feel that seamless joining as they loved each other but first he wanted Cris as ready as he could be. With his other fingers Rowan made a tantalizing exploration forward, brushing lightly against Cris's balls and the sensitive space just behind them.
He let his mouth explore along the side of Cris's neck, slowly dragging his fangs over the delicious, fair skin. Sucking a warm spot to the surface just below Cris's ear Rowan breathed softly upon it. "You taste so good, my Cris," he murmured, his voice hoarse with the effort of restraining himself.
Pressing his lips to Cris's once more Rowan kissed him deeply, his tongue dipping in to taste, stroke, and claim. As he did he slid his finger gently into his lover, waiting for him to adjust before sliding in and out again. He wanted to overwhelm Cris's senses, as he'd promised, to make him mad with desire and to drive them both to the edge of sanity.
Rowan lifted his mouth away just enough to murmur to Cris, "Will you kneel for me, love?"
Cris was still lying on his stomach, which looked comfortable, but it denied Rowan access to everywhere he wanted to touch and taste. Part of him was still amazed that Cris trusted him enough to do this with him but all of him was elated. It was a trust he never wanted to betray and he made it a point every time to ask Cris for his willing participation when he was feeling more aggressive than usual. He loved that Cris trusted not just his body to him, but his heart as well.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Rowan's solution was not exactly the same as his. It seemed to him that there was to be further teasing to the point of insanity for him before his partner continued.
Cris felt the warm hand slide between his thighs and welcomed that touch. He squeezed his legs together around it briefly in a tight embrace of sorts before letting go. Then he spread his thighs further apart and lifted his hips up a little so that his lover had better access to all that he wanted to play with.
He returned Rowan's kisses with all the passion he could muster from his awkward position, tasting, nibbling, teasing in a dueling sort of dance that was far older than the fencing that they both loved. There were aggressive moves and surrender, he 'attacked' gently with his teeth against Rowan's lower lip and then his mouth parted invitingly to give way for his partner's advance. His lover was a master at this sort of dueling as much as he was with steel and Cris could happily spar with him all night.
Smiling at Rowan's words, he lifted his shoulders in a small shrug and licked his lips. "To me, I taste of you, Love" And that was very good indeed. His grin widened and he couldn't resist adding. "But there is definitely more of me to taste if you are interested."
He had granted his companion access to play and play Rowan did; Cris was gasping and moaning nearly from the start. When his lover pushed a finger inside him he made a strangled little cry of pleasure against the lips that pressed against his own. He could feel the pleasure and frustration building inside him until he thought he would go mad himself if Rowan did not do something more soon.
His lover's request for him to kneel came as relief. "Only for you." Cris pushed up with his hands and brought his knees forward until he was resting comfortably on fours. It was not a position he had ever thought to be in again but he found it strangely thrilling knowing that Rowan was behind him. It was something different, made special because so few had ever been given this same trust. It seemed almost forbidden since he had resisted it adamantly for so long. There was a tiny amount of fear amidst the excitement. It was like being on a roller coaster as it almost reaches the top and just before it plunges downward again. In your mind you know that you will be safe but there is still that moment just before when you aren't so sure. Once you reach the bottom you find yourself giddy with relief and ready for the next hill and that little thrill of fear and anticipation.
He found himself eagerly awaiting this ride.
Cris felt the warm hand slide between his thighs and welcomed that touch. He squeezed his legs together around it briefly in a tight embrace of sorts before letting go. Then he spread his thighs further apart and lifted his hips up a little so that his lover had better access to all that he wanted to play with.
He returned Rowan's kisses with all the passion he could muster from his awkward position, tasting, nibbling, teasing in a dueling sort of dance that was far older than the fencing that they both loved. There were aggressive moves and surrender, he 'attacked' gently with his teeth against Rowan's lower lip and then his mouth parted invitingly to give way for his partner's advance. His lover was a master at this sort of dueling as much as he was with steel and Cris could happily spar with him all night.
Smiling at Rowan's words, he lifted his shoulders in a small shrug and licked his lips. "To me, I taste of you, Love" And that was very good indeed. His grin widened and he couldn't resist adding. "But there is definitely more of me to taste if you are interested."
He had granted his companion access to play and play Rowan did; Cris was gasping and moaning nearly from the start. When his lover pushed a finger inside him he made a strangled little cry of pleasure against the lips that pressed against his own. He could feel the pleasure and frustration building inside him until he thought he would go mad himself if Rowan did not do something more soon.
His lover's request for him to kneel came as relief. "Only for you." Cris pushed up with his hands and brought his knees forward until he was resting comfortably on fours. It was not a position he had ever thought to be in again but he found it strangely thrilling knowing that Rowan was behind him. It was something different, made special because so few had ever been given this same trust. It seemed almost forbidden since he had resisted it adamantly for so long. There was a tiny amount of fear amidst the excitement. It was like being on a roller coaster as it almost reaches the top and just before it plunges downward again. In your mind you know that you will be safe but there is still that moment just before when you aren't so sure. Once you reach the bottom you find yourself giddy with relief and ready for the next hill and that little thrill of fear and anticipation.
He found himself eagerly awaiting this ride.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Cris had become even more pliant, if such a thing were possible. Rowan drank in each passionate kiss, each little noise; those soft moans and gasps caused him to shiver slightly with pleasure. As long as Cris was enjoying his touch, Rowan would continue.
"Oh, I think I'm very interested," Rowan murmured silkily. "I don't want to be neglectful."
His heart hammered as Cris rose to all fours. There was nothing particular about this position that Rowan wanted or needed, other than the pleasure of holding Cris in his arms; it was the fact that Cris offered himself, knowing Rowan would not take for granted this gift. It was coupled with a forceful need to make it worthwhile, to prove that Cris's heart was not misplaced. Never before had Rowan felt such a strong urge to please one person for so long; in this case, eternity.
He kept his hand where it was, with the addition of one more long slender finger to tease and toy with his lover. Sliding slowly to the side Rowan arranged himself beneath Cris, on his back, his free arm wrapped around his partner's waist. Leaning up, he enclosed the tip of Cris's cock in his mouth, his tongue working softly against it, tasting the velvety texture of the skin there. He sucked gently, sitting up a little so that he could slide his mouth further along that throbbing length.
He was careful to tease, not to push Cris too far too fast. Rowan loved this though, the taste and the feel of his partner, the sounds they made together, everything about it. This was where he truly began to lose himself as well, as he found himself moaning in pleasure around Cris's shaft. Years ago Rowan would have said he enjoyed this... now he was an addict, where Cris was involved.
He drew back for a moment and smiled. "You taste like both of us," he said. "I love it. Like I'm part of you."
That was exciting to Rowan. Loving Cris was so much bigger and better than anything he'd ever done before. He never wanted it to stop. His movements took on an urgent, slightly more desperate edge as he once more took Cris into his mouth, licking, sucking, while his fingers gently continued their rhythmic teasing.
He didn't know how much time he spent that way and it didn't matter. All Rowan knew was that he pulled away before he pushed it too far. It was with some slight reluctance; he wanted to come back to this but he didn't want to leave Cris on all fours forever. With one last lingering kiss to the tip of Cris's cock he slid from beneath his partner, reaching for the gel once more as he rose to his knees behind him. He made quick work of coating himself lightly and then smoothed his hand over Cris's back while he guided himself into position.
"Are you ready, love?"
More than ready, he hoped. But he wouldn't enter Cris without knowing his lover was prepared. Particularly not this way. He wanted to erase Cris's unpleasant memories of the past if he could, not evoke more of them. He didn't know if such a thing was possible but he was going to do his utmost to attempt it.
"Oh, I think I'm very interested," Rowan murmured silkily. "I don't want to be neglectful."
His heart hammered as Cris rose to all fours. There was nothing particular about this position that Rowan wanted or needed, other than the pleasure of holding Cris in his arms; it was the fact that Cris offered himself, knowing Rowan would not take for granted this gift. It was coupled with a forceful need to make it worthwhile, to prove that Cris's heart was not misplaced. Never before had Rowan felt such a strong urge to please one person for so long; in this case, eternity.
He kept his hand where it was, with the addition of one more long slender finger to tease and toy with his lover. Sliding slowly to the side Rowan arranged himself beneath Cris, on his back, his free arm wrapped around his partner's waist. Leaning up, he enclosed the tip of Cris's cock in his mouth, his tongue working softly against it, tasting the velvety texture of the skin there. He sucked gently, sitting up a little so that he could slide his mouth further along that throbbing length.
He was careful to tease, not to push Cris too far too fast. Rowan loved this though, the taste and the feel of his partner, the sounds they made together, everything about it. This was where he truly began to lose himself as well, as he found himself moaning in pleasure around Cris's shaft. Years ago Rowan would have said he enjoyed this... now he was an addict, where Cris was involved.
He drew back for a moment and smiled. "You taste like both of us," he said. "I love it. Like I'm part of you."
That was exciting to Rowan. Loving Cris was so much bigger and better than anything he'd ever done before. He never wanted it to stop. His movements took on an urgent, slightly more desperate edge as he once more took Cris into his mouth, licking, sucking, while his fingers gently continued their rhythmic teasing.
He didn't know how much time he spent that way and it didn't matter. All Rowan knew was that he pulled away before he pushed it too far. It was with some slight reluctance; he wanted to come back to this but he didn't want to leave Cris on all fours forever. With one last lingering kiss to the tip of Cris's cock he slid from beneath his partner, reaching for the gel once more as he rose to his knees behind him. He made quick work of coating himself lightly and then smoothed his hand over Cris's back while he guided himself into position.
"Are you ready, love?"
More than ready, he hoped. But he wouldn't enter Cris without knowing his lover was prepared. Particularly not this way. He wanted to erase Cris's unpleasant memories of the past if he could, not evoke more of them. He didn't know if such a thing was possible but he was going to do his utmost to attempt it.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
He moaned softly as Rowan added another finger. Cris held himself still with great effort of will while his partner continued his teasing. He thought that Rowan would be done soon; therefore it was something of a surprise when his lover lowered himself down onto the bed and slid part way beneath him.
Cris tilted his head down to regard Rowan with a smirk; he had suggested to his partner that there was more of him to taste. He just hadn't expected Rowan to want to do it right this moment. Of course, his companion very much enjoyed it so the shock was not overwhelming.
What was nearly overwhelming was the feel of his lover's warm moist lips wrapped around him, sucking gently as he continued to tease with his fingers. The little moan of pleasure that Rowan made as he continued work on him just added one more amazing thing to the mix. Cris groaned and made small whimpering sound. Cris couldn't hold still, not with this much stimulation; he pushed gently against the fingers that were thrusting into him and forward slightly into his Rowan's mouth, careful not to move much since his partner had less room than normal to pull back if it was needed. He wondered whether or not he would last much longer. Cris hoped so. He wanted to feel Rowan behind him and inside him when he came.
Thankfully his partner pulled back and spoke. Cris replied in a hoarse breathless voice.
"You are part of me, My Love."
He was aching with need and desire, nearly shaking with it by the time Rowan pulled away. Cris had a moment's rest while his lover sat back up and coated himself. He could feel Rowan's erection pressed against him. Cris bite his lip, barely able to withstand the waiting.
Then his companion asked him if he was ready. He was past ready.
His answer came out in one quick exhaled breath. "Yes, Rowan. Please, yes."
Cris tilted his head down to regard Rowan with a smirk; he had suggested to his partner that there was more of him to taste. He just hadn't expected Rowan to want to do it right this moment. Of course, his companion very much enjoyed it so the shock was not overwhelming.
What was nearly overwhelming was the feel of his lover's warm moist lips wrapped around him, sucking gently as he continued to tease with his fingers. The little moan of pleasure that Rowan made as he continued work on him just added one more amazing thing to the mix. Cris groaned and made small whimpering sound. Cris couldn't hold still, not with this much stimulation; he pushed gently against the fingers that were thrusting into him and forward slightly into his Rowan's mouth, careful not to move much since his partner had less room than normal to pull back if it was needed. He wondered whether or not he would last much longer. Cris hoped so. He wanted to feel Rowan behind him and inside him when he came.
Thankfully his partner pulled back and spoke. Cris replied in a hoarse breathless voice.
"You are part of me, My Love."
He was aching with need and desire, nearly shaking with it by the time Rowan pulled away. Cris had a moment's rest while his lover sat back up and coated himself. He could feel Rowan's erection pressed against him. Cris bite his lip, barely able to withstand the waiting.
Then his companion asked him if he was ready. He was past ready.
His answer came out in one quick exhaled breath. "Yes, Rowan. Please, yes."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
It would never cease to amaze Rowan that he could be so close to Cris, to be part of him, as he said. He basked in that feeling, mirroring it in his return gestures toward his lover. They were part of each other. Rowan believed it with all his heart, and it was a humbling notion - to know that this incredible person wanted to share himself with Rowan.
He did not need empathy to feel the strain in Cris's body or detect the raw desire in his voice. He tried to remain vigilant and observant, ready to withdraw at the slightest hesitation or hint of reluctance from his partner but it never came. Instead Cris damn near begged him to continue in a tone of voice that sent a chill of anticipation down Rowan's spine. There was no way he could resist Cris, not a snowball's chance in hell, when he sounded like that.
Rowan bent and made a slow trail of warm kisses down Cris's spine. When he straightened once more he pressed himself gently against his lover, his hands light and supportive at Cris's hips. He could not restrain a low moan of ecstasy as he pushed himself slowly in, giving Cris as much time as he needed to adjust to Rowan. This should be the memory Cris had; not the memory of being used as someone's replacement woman, a convenient tool to be had and discarded. Cris was precious to Rowan for who he was, not what he was.
He caught his breath sharply as he sheathed himself fully within Cris, stopping, not daring to move for a few moments. The sensation was too good; that tightness, the warmth, the friction.
"You make me lose control, love," he said with a shaky laugh to explain his lack of movement. "Joining with you, loving you... I never knew I could love someone as completely as you."
Regaining some semblance of mastery Rowan moved himself slowly, pulling out, groaning at the feeling of loss. As he slid himself inside once more he cried out softly. He wanted this to last a little longer but they were both reaching that point of no return they had wanted so badly. Rowan slid his arms around Cris's body, one grasping around his waist, the other hand resting upon his chest over his heart briefly before wandering to the side to toy mischievously with the hard bead of his partner's nipple. He didn't restrain; he wanted Cris free to move. He simply held him, stroking, as he moved in and out at a somewhat slow torturous pace.
"I can't last long like this," he finally admitted. "You feel too good, Cris."
He rested his cheek against Cris's shoulder, still moving, still maintaining a slow pace although his rhythm fluctuated as he tried to remind himself not to go too hard, too fast. His hands worked gently over Cris's body, diving down to stroke his hard length, cupping his balls, massaging and gliding over sensitive skin.
"If you can wait, love, I'll finish you properly," he murmured. "Otherwise... well. There's always next time." He smiled against Cris's warm skin, certain 'next time' was going to happen fairly soon even before they had finished 'this time.'
Rowan loved the way Cris felt when he came in his hand, but even better was the taste of him in his mouth or the feel of him inside Rowan's own body. He loved to come together with his partner but he wanted this experience to be as mind-blowing for Cris as it currently was for him. He wanted to care for Cris's needs as Cris cared for his, to let him know with absolute certainty that this would never be a one-sided affair. Cris would never again feel anything but cherished, if Rowan had anything to say about it.
Of course, having just teased his poor lover mercilessly, he didn't know if he'd pushed it too much. Cris might have little say in the matter at this point, but Rowan wanted him to have control over it from start to finish. To that end he made sure his movements, his touches and caresses, weren't too forceful, too aggressive. Not until he knew for certain exactly how Cris wanted this.
He did not need empathy to feel the strain in Cris's body or detect the raw desire in his voice. He tried to remain vigilant and observant, ready to withdraw at the slightest hesitation or hint of reluctance from his partner but it never came. Instead Cris damn near begged him to continue in a tone of voice that sent a chill of anticipation down Rowan's spine. There was no way he could resist Cris, not a snowball's chance in hell, when he sounded like that.
Rowan bent and made a slow trail of warm kisses down Cris's spine. When he straightened once more he pressed himself gently against his lover, his hands light and supportive at Cris's hips. He could not restrain a low moan of ecstasy as he pushed himself slowly in, giving Cris as much time as he needed to adjust to Rowan. This should be the memory Cris had; not the memory of being used as someone's replacement woman, a convenient tool to be had and discarded. Cris was precious to Rowan for who he was, not what he was.
He caught his breath sharply as he sheathed himself fully within Cris, stopping, not daring to move for a few moments. The sensation was too good; that tightness, the warmth, the friction.
"You make me lose control, love," he said with a shaky laugh to explain his lack of movement. "Joining with you, loving you... I never knew I could love someone as completely as you."
Regaining some semblance of mastery Rowan moved himself slowly, pulling out, groaning at the feeling of loss. As he slid himself inside once more he cried out softly. He wanted this to last a little longer but they were both reaching that point of no return they had wanted so badly. Rowan slid his arms around Cris's body, one grasping around his waist, the other hand resting upon his chest over his heart briefly before wandering to the side to toy mischievously with the hard bead of his partner's nipple. He didn't restrain; he wanted Cris free to move. He simply held him, stroking, as he moved in and out at a somewhat slow torturous pace.
"I can't last long like this," he finally admitted. "You feel too good, Cris."
He rested his cheek against Cris's shoulder, still moving, still maintaining a slow pace although his rhythm fluctuated as he tried to remind himself not to go too hard, too fast. His hands worked gently over Cris's body, diving down to stroke his hard length, cupping his balls, massaging and gliding over sensitive skin.
"If you can wait, love, I'll finish you properly," he murmured. "Otherwise... well. There's always next time." He smiled against Cris's warm skin, certain 'next time' was going to happen fairly soon even before they had finished 'this time.'
Rowan loved the way Cris felt when he came in his hand, but even better was the taste of him in his mouth or the feel of him inside Rowan's own body. He loved to come together with his partner but he wanted this experience to be as mind-blowing for Cris as it currently was for him. He wanted to care for Cris's needs as Cris cared for his, to let him know with absolute certainty that this would never be a one-sided affair. Cris would never again feel anything but cherished, if Rowan had anything to say about it.
Of course, having just teased his poor lover mercilessly, he didn't know if he'd pushed it too much. Cris might have little say in the matter at this point, but Rowan wanted him to have control over it from start to finish. To that end he made sure his movements, his touches and caresses, weren't too forceful, too aggressive. Not until he knew for certain exactly how Cris wanted this.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
The feel of Rowan finally inside him was perfection. Cris closed his eyes and savored it along with the moan from his lover that suggested he was not the only one enjoying this immensely. When Rowan was pressed fully against him, he stopped. Cris's whole body shuddered; he could not take much more and he wanted to feel his partner's powerful thrusts before he lost control.
A breathless laugh was his first response to Rowan's statement; it seemed that his companion was forever making him lose control and was about to do so again very soon. [I feel the same, Rue. I want you with me always.] Which brought his mind back to this vampire killer. After making a silent plea to whatever gods might be listening that this murderer leave Rowan alone, Cris tried to push it from his head once again.
It wasn't very difficult once his lover began to move in painfully slow strokes. The arms around him made him sigh in comforted pleasure. After a moment Rowan spoke again, a warning of sorts. Cris snorted softly and answered. [If you think I will...then you seriously over estimate my stamina.]
He smiled when Rowan leaned his cheek against his shoulder and raised his far hand up just long enough to reach over and lightly stroke his fingers across Rowan's forehead. The weight was comforting as was the feel of his partner surrounding him.
Cris frowned slightly at his lover's words wondering how, after all that teasing, Rowan thought he was going to manage to wait very long at all. Why would he think that waiting would be necessary when they could certainly do this again in but a short while. With painfully slow mental processes Cris sorted out the offer again and found an important word in Rowan's statement, 'properly'.
"Love, this is proper. You coming inside me...I won't be far behind." Truthfully he felt that a few forceful strokes would be all it would take to send him over the edge. It was likely that he wouldn't outlast his lover. "It is different when its you. I want this, Rowan. I want you like this and in every other way we can think of. Again and again."
He reached up and took Rowan's hand in his own, bringing it forward to his lips for a tender kiss before sliding his lover's hand down to his cock. "Now, harder please, Love, before you drive me completely crazy." Cris set his hand back down on the bed and then pressed himself firmly back into Rowan to further illustrate his desires. "Come for me." They might not be playing their earlier game any longer but it was definitely a request that he wanted his lover to fulfill.
A breathless laugh was his first response to Rowan's statement; it seemed that his companion was forever making him lose control and was about to do so again very soon. [I feel the same, Rue. I want you with me always.] Which brought his mind back to this vampire killer. After making a silent plea to whatever gods might be listening that this murderer leave Rowan alone, Cris tried to push it from his head once again.
It wasn't very difficult once his lover began to move in painfully slow strokes. The arms around him made him sigh in comforted pleasure. After a moment Rowan spoke again, a warning of sorts. Cris snorted softly and answered. [If you think I will...then you seriously over estimate my stamina.]
He smiled when Rowan leaned his cheek against his shoulder and raised his far hand up just long enough to reach over and lightly stroke his fingers across Rowan's forehead. The weight was comforting as was the feel of his partner surrounding him.
Cris frowned slightly at his lover's words wondering how, after all that teasing, Rowan thought he was going to manage to wait very long at all. Why would he think that waiting would be necessary when they could certainly do this again in but a short while. With painfully slow mental processes Cris sorted out the offer again and found an important word in Rowan's statement, 'properly'.
"Love, this is proper. You coming inside me...I won't be far behind." Truthfully he felt that a few forceful strokes would be all it would take to send him over the edge. It was likely that he wouldn't outlast his lover. "It is different when its you. I want this, Rowan. I want you like this and in every other way we can think of. Again and again."
He reached up and took Rowan's hand in his own, bringing it forward to his lips for a tender kiss before sliding his lover's hand down to his cock. "Now, harder please, Love, before you drive me completely crazy." Cris set his hand back down on the bed and then pressed himself firmly back into Rowan to further illustrate his desires. "Come for me." They might not be playing their earlier game any longer but it was definitely a request that he wanted his lover to fulfill.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Cris's words, his short speech, the soft kiss to Rowan's hand, were all so reassuring. Rowan loved Cris's willingness to risk himself. Cris attributed that to some special quality of Rowan's but Rowan disagreed. Cris trusted because Cris was ready to trust. He was just damned lucky he had been in the right place at the right time.
Having his partner in his arms filled him in ways he couldn't describe. He continued to smile as Cris replaced his hand, closing it firmly, warmly, around his partner's erection. "I like you crazy," he laughed softly. "It's just as sexy as you laughing, you sleeping, you every other time of night."
He gave a little moan of assent at Cris's gentle demand. Lifting himself up just a little he withdrew, paused for a moment looking down as Cris' moved against him. He slid himself inside his lover, thrusting into him as Cris pushed back. With his hand he stroked Cris's cock, smoothing down that hard enticing length. A shudder coursed through him as he felt Cris's warmth around him once more, and when it passed his restraint fled with it.
"Oh God, Cris."
Rowan moaned as he braced his free hand gently at Cris's hip. He gasped softly as he thrust again, and again, each consecutively harder than the last, building quickly up to a steady rhythm that was destined to be short but sweet. His hand slowly slid back around Cris's waist, holding his lover to him. As he thrust and stroked he lowered his mouth to Cris's shoulder, glad that he was tall enough to be able to do so.
It did not take long for him to feel himself tipping over the brink; his hips and hand moved in complimentary motions as he did his best to bring them both to their peaks at once since that was Cris's desire as well as his own. His deep thrusts took on a smooth, flowing quality as he felt a sensation similar to that of flying. Cris's body fit snugly against his, around his, and there was no strain, no effort, just the delicious melted-chocolate sensation of joining together.
"My own," he murmured against Cris's neck. "I'll always be with you. And you will always be mine."
There was no other way to describe how well they matched each other. Rowan was surely Cris's. He could no longer conceive of a time when he would not be thinking of him. His words were breathless as he paused, motionless for one moment, the delightful tension of climax just there, ready to erupt forth. Rowan turned his head and tightened his arm around Cris's waist, biting down into Cris's neck as he lunged forward in one final, perfect thrust that sent him spiraling over the edge of that wonderful oblivion.
He uttered a long moan against Cris's neck at the myriad sensations that crashed into him. The pleasure of coming inside his partner, the feel of Cris hard and straining in his hand, the taste of Cris's blood rich and heavy over his tongue, that slender yet strong frame pressed against him. He was trembling with the force of his emotions as he regained his thought process somewhat, pulling his mouth away from Cris's neck and gently licking the last little drops of blood away.
Having his partner in his arms filled him in ways he couldn't describe. He continued to smile as Cris replaced his hand, closing it firmly, warmly, around his partner's erection. "I like you crazy," he laughed softly. "It's just as sexy as you laughing, you sleeping, you every other time of night."
He gave a little moan of assent at Cris's gentle demand. Lifting himself up just a little he withdrew, paused for a moment looking down as Cris' moved against him. He slid himself inside his lover, thrusting into him as Cris pushed back. With his hand he stroked Cris's cock, smoothing down that hard enticing length. A shudder coursed through him as he felt Cris's warmth around him once more, and when it passed his restraint fled with it.
"Oh God, Cris."
Rowan moaned as he braced his free hand gently at Cris's hip. He gasped softly as he thrust again, and again, each consecutively harder than the last, building quickly up to a steady rhythm that was destined to be short but sweet. His hand slowly slid back around Cris's waist, holding his lover to him. As he thrust and stroked he lowered his mouth to Cris's shoulder, glad that he was tall enough to be able to do so.
It did not take long for him to feel himself tipping over the brink; his hips and hand moved in complimentary motions as he did his best to bring them both to their peaks at once since that was Cris's desire as well as his own. His deep thrusts took on a smooth, flowing quality as he felt a sensation similar to that of flying. Cris's body fit snugly against his, around his, and there was no strain, no effort, just the delicious melted-chocolate sensation of joining together.
"My own," he murmured against Cris's neck. "I'll always be with you. And you will always be mine."
There was no other way to describe how well they matched each other. Rowan was surely Cris's. He could no longer conceive of a time when he would not be thinking of him. His words were breathless as he paused, motionless for one moment, the delightful tension of climax just there, ready to erupt forth. Rowan turned his head and tightened his arm around Cris's waist, biting down into Cris's neck as he lunged forward in one final, perfect thrust that sent him spiraling over the edge of that wonderful oblivion.
He uttered a long moan against Cris's neck at the myriad sensations that crashed into him. The pleasure of coming inside his partner, the feel of Cris hard and straining in his hand, the taste of Cris's blood rich and heavy over his tongue, that slender yet strong frame pressed against him. He was trembling with the force of his emotions as he regained his thought process somewhat, pulling his mouth away from Cris's neck and gently licking the last little drops of blood away.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
He chuckled softly at Rowan's declaration that he liked him crazy; thinking that was probably a good thing because he was almost there. The feel of his lover pulling out of him, the little moan as he paused before pushing back in, were yet more things to bring him swiftly to the point of insanity.
Cris smiled softly at his partner's exclamation, wishing he could see his lover's expression, but it was enough to feel the results. This was different and he realized, as he put his weight down more firmly on his hands and thrust himself against his partner, that in some ways this position gave him more control than many others. The feel of Rowan's powerful strokes, as his lover grasped him around the waist and held him close as he rode him, were exactly what he wanted. Cris threw his head back, eyes closed in bliss as he cried out in ecstasy with each forceful thrust.
It was difficult to say the order of things, it was all delirious delicious blur. He came in that searing heat that washed out everything else in a haze of euphoria. Cris heard Rowan's words. The sound of his lover's voice was reassuring and the full meaning of what was said eventually filtered through the overwhelming pleasure to comfort his soul. He felt his lover pause, felt Rowan's lips so close to his neck and then his partner's bite. It made him gasp and shudder reigniting, or perhaps simply prolonging his own ecstasy, he thrust himself back into his lover as he felt Rowan come inside him, the culmination of his desires. Cris murmured his partner's name and a few repeated cries of 'yes' before they were done. He suspected that Rowan would forgive him his lack of vocabulary under these circumstances.
Kneeling there, spent and sated, Cris reveled in the reassuring weight of his partner on top of him, surrounding him with his presence. He sighed happily, soaking it for another moment before, with a push and a twist, he tipped them both over sideways onto the bed. He didn't want to feel his partner pull away, not just yet; right now they were joined perfectly and his lover was a satisfying stretch to remind him of their union.
Cris wrapped his arms around the ones that held him close. "Thank you, Love. That was perfect." He smiled and closed his eyes once more, no longer tired from work but thoroughly relaxed. It never failed to be perfect and he hoped that it continued that way for many many years to come. Always as Rowan had said; that would just right.
Cris smiled softly at his partner's exclamation, wishing he could see his lover's expression, but it was enough to feel the results. This was different and he realized, as he put his weight down more firmly on his hands and thrust himself against his partner, that in some ways this position gave him more control than many others. The feel of Rowan's powerful strokes, as his lover grasped him around the waist and held him close as he rode him, were exactly what he wanted. Cris threw his head back, eyes closed in bliss as he cried out in ecstasy with each forceful thrust.
It was difficult to say the order of things, it was all delirious delicious blur. He came in that searing heat that washed out everything else in a haze of euphoria. Cris heard Rowan's words. The sound of his lover's voice was reassuring and the full meaning of what was said eventually filtered through the overwhelming pleasure to comfort his soul. He felt his lover pause, felt Rowan's lips so close to his neck and then his partner's bite. It made him gasp and shudder reigniting, or perhaps simply prolonging his own ecstasy, he thrust himself back into his lover as he felt Rowan come inside him, the culmination of his desires. Cris murmured his partner's name and a few repeated cries of 'yes' before they were done. He suspected that Rowan would forgive him his lack of vocabulary under these circumstances.
Kneeling there, spent and sated, Cris reveled in the reassuring weight of his partner on top of him, surrounding him with his presence. He sighed happily, soaking it for another moment before, with a push and a twist, he tipped them both over sideways onto the bed. He didn't want to feel his partner pull away, not just yet; right now they were joined perfectly and his lover was a satisfying stretch to remind him of their union.
Cris wrapped his arms around the ones that held him close. "Thank you, Love. That was perfect." He smiled and closed his eyes once more, no longer tired from work but thoroughly relaxed. It never failed to be perfect and he hoped that it continued that way for many many years to come. Always as Rowan had said; that would just right.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Lying there on his side, Rowan remained buried in his partner while curling around him. In his head he replayed every little nuance of their lovemaking, loving each detail, each noise Cris had made, even when reduced to little pants and moans. He had felt the force of Cris's climax and the delightful little aftershocks that had coursed through him. He searched his memories for any sign that Cris had not enjoyed it and found nothing but overwhelming evidence to the contrary; he would not soon forget those cries of ecstasy or his lover's body rearing back against him with desire.
"Mmmhmm," Rowan agreed with a happy sigh against the back of Cris's neck as he nuzzled close. It had been perfect. It continued to be so, as he lay there holding Cris in the comfort of the large bed he had come to think of as theirs and not just Cris's. Who knew that was ever possible?
After a while, when they had cooled off and had caught what little breath they needed, Rowan leaned up and kissed Cris softly on his temple. He gently disengaged himself and murmured, "Stay here, love."
He padded the short distance into the bathroom and made short work of cleaning himself off; he'd just taken a shower. He didn't need another. Although, well, it could be fun. Rolling his eyes at himself Rowan grinned and dampened a wash cloth with warm water. He returned to the bedroom and gently applied the cloth to Cris's body as well, running it gently across his brow and the back of his neck before using it where it was definitely needed most. When he finished he made a quick trip back to rinse it and hang it over the sink to be thoroughly washed later, focused mainly on getting back to Cris as soon as possible.
Rowan slid back into bed with his love, pulling up the top sheet to cover them as he gathered Cris close once more and curled back up around him. He let his top hand gently caress Cris's side, stroking lazily, uttering a happy sigh.
"Now that I have you to myself for the next day or so, what would you like to do? Would you like to go out? Stay in?"
He nipped playfully at Cris's ear. "Either way I'm not planning on keeping my hands off of you."
Rowan said it shamelessly. Cris knew Rowan wanted more from him than sex, but, well, the sex was mind-blowing and he found Cris outrageously attractive. They both enjoyed it, so Rowan felt free to express himself as physically as possible... as often as possible.
"Mmmhmm," Rowan agreed with a happy sigh against the back of Cris's neck as he nuzzled close. It had been perfect. It continued to be so, as he lay there holding Cris in the comfort of the large bed he had come to think of as theirs and not just Cris's. Who knew that was ever possible?
After a while, when they had cooled off and had caught what little breath they needed, Rowan leaned up and kissed Cris softly on his temple. He gently disengaged himself and murmured, "Stay here, love."
He padded the short distance into the bathroom and made short work of cleaning himself off; he'd just taken a shower. He didn't need another. Although, well, it could be fun. Rolling his eyes at himself Rowan grinned and dampened a wash cloth with warm water. He returned to the bedroom and gently applied the cloth to Cris's body as well, running it gently across his brow and the back of his neck before using it where it was definitely needed most. When he finished he made a quick trip back to rinse it and hang it over the sink to be thoroughly washed later, focused mainly on getting back to Cris as soon as possible.
Rowan slid back into bed with his love, pulling up the top sheet to cover them as he gathered Cris close once more and curled back up around him. He let his top hand gently caress Cris's side, stroking lazily, uttering a happy sigh.
"Now that I have you to myself for the next day or so, what would you like to do? Would you like to go out? Stay in?"
He nipped playfully at Cris's ear. "Either way I'm not planning on keeping my hands off of you."
Rowan said it shamelessly. Cris knew Rowan wanted more from him than sex, but, well, the sex was mind-blowing and he found Cris outrageously attractive. They both enjoyed it, so Rowan felt free to express himself as physically as possible... as often as possible.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Rowan lay curled around him for just the right amount of time; Cris enjoyed being nestled against his lover's warm body while they both recovered from their lovemaking. Just as he was beginning to think he should get up and deal with the aftermath Rowan pulled away, telling him not to move.
He smiled to himself, having no trouble with staying put. Cris could hear Rowan washing himself in the bathroom which led him to go back and consider the what had led to that necessity. He wondered how many more times it would be needed tonight. More, at least a few more.
His lover returned with towel and cleaned him gently. Cris leaned forward, favoring Rowan with a tender kiss for his kindness. "Thank you, Love."
They were soon nestled together under the covers. Rowan asked him about plans for their future time together and he considered. Rolling over, Cris tucked himself against his partner's side, his head on Rowan's shoulder.
"Hmm, we could go to a club. I am sure touching is entirely appropriate in dancing these days. At least from what I have heard." Tracing a finger lightly down Rowan's stomach he said. "Or we could stay in, pick a theme, and watch a marathon of movies on the sofa."
Leaning up enough to look into his lover's grey green eyes, Cris said. "You had best worry about the rest of the night though. There is more 'Oblivion' to be had. We might want to both stay in bed and sleep all day by the time we are done." This was a plan he knew they could both fully and wholeheartedly agree to. Cris rested his head back down on Rowan's chest and smiled. Soon, one touch would lead to another, a kiss, a moan, a heated caress and then they would again seek that state where no one else existed but the two of them.
((OOC: Both Out ))
He smiled to himself, having no trouble with staying put. Cris could hear Rowan washing himself in the bathroom which led him to go back and consider the what had led to that necessity. He wondered how many more times it would be needed tonight. More, at least a few more.
His lover returned with towel and cleaned him gently. Cris leaned forward, favoring Rowan with a tender kiss for his kindness. "Thank you, Love."
They were soon nestled together under the covers. Rowan asked him about plans for their future time together and he considered. Rolling over, Cris tucked himself against his partner's side, his head on Rowan's shoulder.
"Hmm, we could go to a club. I am sure touching is entirely appropriate in dancing these days. At least from what I have heard." Tracing a finger lightly down Rowan's stomach he said. "Or we could stay in, pick a theme, and watch a marathon of movies on the sofa."
Leaning up enough to look into his lover's grey green eyes, Cris said. "You had best worry about the rest of the night though. There is more 'Oblivion' to be had. We might want to both stay in bed and sleep all day by the time we are done." This was a plan he knew they could both fully and wholeheartedly agree to. Cris rested his head back down on Rowan's chest and smiled. Soon, one touch would lead to another, a kiss, a moan, a heated caress and then they would again seek that state where no one else existed but the two of them.
((OOC: Both Out ))