Josh waited impatiently for Gris's response, his breath puffing hot against his lover's sensitive skin. The answer was exactly what he'd hoped for and he moved in without delay, his tongue pressing up against Gris once more. He stopped only to raise his head briefly when Gris said he couldn't see him.
"No, I don't suppose you can. Don't strain your neck, love. Just let yourself feel."
With that he applied himself wholeheartedly to his task, opening Gris with his mouth and tongue rather than his fingers. He wasn't joking when he had observed that Gris could stay where he was for hours. It was way too tempting, his lover exposed to him, that tight pink bud begging for attention. Josh dove in, starting slowly, sliding his tongue through the slick, tasteless lube that was already there. Gently he pressed his mouth fully against Gris's skin, his tongue once again stabbing gently into Gris's tight warmth. Cupping Gris's ass with one hand he let his thumb rub gently over the ring of muscle there while his other hand continued to slowly stroke Gris's cock.
When he paused, he lifted his head just enough to say, "Still good, Gris?"
He lowered his head to suck softly on the sensitive crown of Gris's erection, both thumbs at play below Gris's balls. Josh loved having his partner like this. He wasn't too proud to say it - he loved Gris any time, any way, but the moments when he had his beloved naked and vulnerable, a shivering wreck beneath his hands, were possibly his favorite. It was because Gris didn't let just anyone do this to him; Josh knew because Gris had told him. This was something special that they could do together, when Gris would give Josh control of his well-being and his enjoyment. Josh cherished these moments.
"Going to take my time, love, but if you need a break let me know."
He sucked Gris in deeply and held himself there for just a moment, then pulled off of him to return to what he had been doing before, rimming his partner with his tongue, pressing in deeper in the most intimate french kiss he'd given in his entire life. The clamps on his nipples tugged, the chain stretched taut; the toy inside him rubbed as he moved, causing him to shiver with his own pleasure, and Gris's scent all around him triggered love and lust and every other emotion, all raging through him. It was the perfect storm.
Caveat Emptor(attn:Josh)
It took longer to get to his car than he thought was actually possible. The subway seemed to be taking them to New York and not a few stops away. That bone meltingly amazing kiss that Josh had planted on him in the shop kept replaying itself in his head and that didn't help his patience in the slightest.
He did pause before getting into his side of the car. Squeezing himself into the passenger seat, slightly tilted onto Josh's lap, Gris began unbuttoning Josh's coat and shirt. He was sure he wasn't the only one who had been having difficulties being patient and a little teasing might show his boyfriend that it wasn't so bad to be on the receiving end of someone else's naughty little plans.
Once he had bared Josh's chest, he spread a warm hand against it, splaying his tan fingers over the pale beautiful skin. His other hand reached into the bag and found the edge of the tissue paper wrapped around Josh's toy of choice. Pulling it out, Gris smiled at Josh. "This was a marvelous selection. I am hard as a rock thinking of how it will look on you.†And other thoughts along those lines weren't helping his patience any at all either. Curling the entire chain up, he warmed it between both hands and then carefully applied the small clamps first to one nipple and then the other. Gris gazed down at Josh's chest for a moment before smiling up into his partner's eyes. "Looks every bit as good as I had imagined.†He gave the middle section a gentle tug with one crooked finger before tucking the weight beneath Josh's shirt and then carefully buttoning back up all of Josh's clothes.
They would have to pass the door man, the receptionist in the lobby, neighbors on the way to their door and who knows who else. It turned him on to think of the little secret bit of jewelry that Josh would be wearing and he hoped that it had a similar effect on his lover. Of course it would probably turn Josh on more if he were wearing the little chain but perhaps Josh would loan it to him on another night.
Sliding into the driver's seat, Gris tilted his head back against the rest with a low moan. He turned his head to the side and looked over at his boyfriend. "God, it is going to be almost impossible to not break multiple traffic laws getting back.†With a wry grin, he started the car. "At least I know a good lawyer.â€
He managed to not get them pulled over by some miracle. Through the drive home, he kept a light hand on Josh's thigh, squeezing occasionally but otherwise keeping it from wandering into areas best left for the privacy of their room.
Gris hoped that Josh would be more than ready to enjoy their bed in just about any way he could dream up by the time they got home and upstairs. He knew how he felt about their time at dinner and in the store and the drive home. He was so ready he could hardly stand it.
Making their way to the elevator, he held Josh's hand tightly in his own. He waited impatiently for the door to shut on the two of them and then pushed his partner against the side of the elevator and kissed him. He hungrily devoured Josh with his mouth, tongue and teeth, his hands clutched tight to his partner's lapels and his body was pressed so hard up against Josh that there was no room to doubt how he felt.
((OOC:To have a nice quiet ride up to the top or to have people join...ah such a question.))
Joshua Wesson
10 years ago
Greer Grayson
10 years ago
Gris made a small sound of agreement at the idea of just letting himself feel. There really wasn't a whole lot of choice at the moment without untangling himself from the sling and he wasn't about to do that. Just letting himself feel was exactly what he wanted when Josh was there with him to make sure everything was perfect.
He moaned, long and loud at the first touch of Josh's warm tongue against his opening. It felt strange and wonderful. That soft invasion that plunged inside him was different, like a plush moist velvet compared to the silky hardness of his lover's cock. It seemed in some way more intimate, his lover's mouth against him, his breath warming his exposed ass, his tongue invading him again and again. Each new thrust and lick sent another thrill through him. Gris writhed and sighed, unable to hold completely still.
His eyelids fluttered open at the sound of Josh's voice. He slid the hematite to one side of his mouth and answered Josh's question. "I am wonderful, Love." To prove it, he gave a gentle tug on the chain in his mouth. Yes, he was definitely going to have to make more of them. It looked incredibly sexy on Josh and it gave him a way to give a little pleasure back while he was on the receiving end of so much.
Soon he was back to moaning incoherently. He almost lost the stone in his mouth when Josh wrapped his lips around his erection. That warm embrace vanished and a sigh of disappointment escaped him.
"I know." Gris couldn't help but smile then at Josh's warning. "I want you to. Take as much time as you want and then take me, hard. That would be perfect."
And that was all he could say because Josh's mouth found him again. He was far too busy crying out wordless encouragement to give specific requests. It didn't matter that he couldn't form a complete sentence. This was exactly what he wanted.
((OOC: Words could not possibly describe how much he is enjoying this.))
He moaned, long and loud at the first touch of Josh's warm tongue against his opening. It felt strange and wonderful. That soft invasion that plunged inside him was different, like a plush moist velvet compared to the silky hardness of his lover's cock. It seemed in some way more intimate, his lover's mouth against him, his breath warming his exposed ass, his tongue invading him again and again. Each new thrust and lick sent another thrill through him. Gris writhed and sighed, unable to hold completely still.
His eyelids fluttered open at the sound of Josh's voice. He slid the hematite to one side of his mouth and answered Josh's question. "I am wonderful, Love." To prove it, he gave a gentle tug on the chain in his mouth. Yes, he was definitely going to have to make more of them. It looked incredibly sexy on Josh and it gave him a way to give a little pleasure back while he was on the receiving end of so much.
Soon he was back to moaning incoherently. He almost lost the stone in his mouth when Josh wrapped his lips around his erection. That warm embrace vanished and a sigh of disappointment escaped him.
"I know." Gris couldn't help but smile then at Josh's warning. "I want you to. Take as much time as you want and then take me, hard. That would be perfect."
And that was all he could say because Josh's mouth found him again. He was far too busy crying out wordless encouragement to give specific requests. It didn't matter that he couldn't form a complete sentence. This was exactly what he wanted.
((OOC: Words could not possibly describe how much he is enjoying this.))
Joshua Wesson
10 years ago
Josh let out his own long, muffled moan at Gris's words. God, yes. Play with Gris until they were both dying for release, then take him hard? Yes, please. Yes, sir.
His actions got more intense; much as he did want to take his time, he wasn't going to spend hours and hours like they'd done before. He couldn't handle it tonight. He wanted to make love to Gris in every way, and god, did he ever want to bury himself balls-deep inside his partner and relish the sensation of being in him until they both exploded.
He didn't push it - he hadn't been lying. He was going to take his time, just not hours of it. He licked and sucked gently, then deeper, harder, letting one or two of his long, sensitive pianist's fingers join his tongue. His hand continued to stroke Gris's cock, slowly and firmly, not enough to get him off, just enough to keep him ready and wanting.
When he raised his head again he was panting. He quickly closed his mouth around the wet head of Gris's erection and sucked softly, moaning against the silky-soft flesh. He lifted off of Gris again.
"You tell me when, sweetheart," he murmured. "Tell me when you can't stand anymore. Tell me when you want me. I want to hear your voice. Need to hear it."
Josh loved Gris's voice, loved making his partner be as vocal as possible. Every little moan sent a shiver down his spine; every little gasp or inhale was music to his ears. He dipped and tasted his lover's cock again, switching it up a little and letting two fingers dive gently in and out of Gris's slicked opening. He scissored them a little bit, relaxing his partner, preparing him. Josh wasn't small, and the ring he wore only exaggerated things.
After a minute or two of that, Josh lowered his head and once more let his lips and tongue join his fingers as his free hand smoothed up the back of Gris's thigh then over to warmly cup his balls, working them carefully in his hand. Every touch, every nibble, every suck, was carefully placed to say "I love this man."
He wanted to hear Gris begging him, moaning his name, maybe screaming it, however it came out - he wanted it.
His actions got more intense; much as he did want to take his time, he wasn't going to spend hours and hours like they'd done before. He couldn't handle it tonight. He wanted to make love to Gris in every way, and god, did he ever want to bury himself balls-deep inside his partner and relish the sensation of being in him until they both exploded.
He didn't push it - he hadn't been lying. He was going to take his time, just not hours of it. He licked and sucked gently, then deeper, harder, letting one or two of his long, sensitive pianist's fingers join his tongue. His hand continued to stroke Gris's cock, slowly and firmly, not enough to get him off, just enough to keep him ready and wanting.
When he raised his head again he was panting. He quickly closed his mouth around the wet head of Gris's erection and sucked softly, moaning against the silky-soft flesh. He lifted off of Gris again.
"You tell me when, sweetheart," he murmured. "Tell me when you can't stand anymore. Tell me when you want me. I want to hear your voice. Need to hear it."
Josh loved Gris's voice, loved making his partner be as vocal as possible. Every little moan sent a shiver down his spine; every little gasp or inhale was music to his ears. He dipped and tasted his lover's cock again, switching it up a little and letting two fingers dive gently in and out of Gris's slicked opening. He scissored them a little bit, relaxing his partner, preparing him. Josh wasn't small, and the ring he wore only exaggerated things.
After a minute or two of that, Josh lowered his head and once more let his lips and tongue join his fingers as his free hand smoothed up the back of Gris's thigh then over to warmly cup his balls, working them carefully in his hand. Every touch, every nibble, every suck, was carefully placed to say "I love this man."
He wanted to hear Gris begging him, moaning his name, maybe screaming it, however it came out - he wanted it.
Greer Grayson
10 years ago
Josh was driving him crazy. It was the kind of torment that he longed for, desperately wanted and needed after a stress filled day and imagined on lonely nights when his lover was miles away on some Kadzait business.
Then he was asked to say when. Gris made a soft sound of protest, inarticulate but not complete disagreement. He didn't want the choice to say when or he would give in far sooner than he wanted. Josh always seemed to know that perfect moment to send him over the edge, when a moment later would have him breaking down in frustrated emotional and physical overload. His lover managed to understand that line which crossed from pleasure filled torture into true torment, where the play ceased to be enjoyable and merely became pain.
His boyfriend had gone back to work on him. Gris writhed in the sling, unable to lift himself up to meet the mouth that had once more wrapped around his erection. Josh explored all of him like this, moving over his thighs, his balls, playing with his opening, sucking and stroking his cock. He obliged with every sound imaginable, moaning and sighing along with what subtle shifts he could make in his current position.
Eventually he couldn't take it, or maybe he just couldn't stop himself from asking for more. His legs were shaking, and not from the strain of the position. He had been on the edge of climax for what seemed like ages. He knew he could handle more; they had proven that but he wanted Josh inside him. He wanted to experience being thrust violently over that edge by an out of control partner who needed it just as badly. He didn't want to find release through Josh's cunning fingers or mere moments after his lover finally entered him; he wanted it pounded into him, forced upon him in urgent shaky strokes while Josh strained for his own climax above him.
"Josh...please..." Gris tried to tilt his head up, felt the sling move and set it back down. He searched for his partner's face. "take me, please.." He murmured, pleading softly the same words again and again. "I want you...need you..." It was a strained whispered litany. "please."
Then he was asked to say when. Gris made a soft sound of protest, inarticulate but not complete disagreement. He didn't want the choice to say when or he would give in far sooner than he wanted. Josh always seemed to know that perfect moment to send him over the edge, when a moment later would have him breaking down in frustrated emotional and physical overload. His lover managed to understand that line which crossed from pleasure filled torture into true torment, where the play ceased to be enjoyable and merely became pain.
His boyfriend had gone back to work on him. Gris writhed in the sling, unable to lift himself up to meet the mouth that had once more wrapped around his erection. Josh explored all of him like this, moving over his thighs, his balls, playing with his opening, sucking and stroking his cock. He obliged with every sound imaginable, moaning and sighing along with what subtle shifts he could make in his current position.
Eventually he couldn't take it, or maybe he just couldn't stop himself from asking for more. His legs were shaking, and not from the strain of the position. He had been on the edge of climax for what seemed like ages. He knew he could handle more; they had proven that but he wanted Josh inside him. He wanted to experience being thrust violently over that edge by an out of control partner who needed it just as badly. He didn't want to find release through Josh's cunning fingers or mere moments after his lover finally entered him; he wanted it pounded into him, forced upon him in urgent shaky strokes while Josh strained for his own climax above him.
"Josh...please..." Gris tried to tilt his head up, felt the sling move and set it back down. He searched for his partner's face. "take me, please.." He murmured, pleading softly the same words again and again. "I want you...need you..." It was a strained whispered litany. "please."
Joshua Wesson
10 years ago
Josh heard Gris's soft noise of protest but he didn't respond to it. Most nights he would have caved, but tonight had been about both of them giving up control and he very badly wanted to hear Gris asking him, or telling him, when.
He continued to tease and toy, wondering how long Gris would hold out. Hell, how long could he hold out? He was turned on enough to come in spite of the ring around his cock and if he kept this up, feeling Gris's small movements, hearing those sounds, he was going to come before he ever got inside his partner.
Finally, just when he thought he might just have to give in and take Gris anyway, he heard his lover's shaky voice saying his name. He immediately backed off but didn't stop, not quite. He moaned against Gris's skin at those words, at the soft pleading. And then a rush of urgency, a swell of need, hit him so hard he actually growled.
"Yes."
He pulled away from Gris, surged up and over him, and braced himself on one hand. With the other he guided his own cock to the sweet spot he'd just spent the last who-knew-how-long tasting. He didn't reach for additional lube; Gris was slick enough already and any extra friction would be welcome at this point. Josh thrust in in one push; it was hard, fast, and thorough as he sank to the hilt inside his lover.
"Mine." Josh lowered his head, bracing now on both hands. He didn't lay on top of Gris; in the position his partner was in, Josh's full weight on him might really hurt his neck. He would let Gris control how much of Josh's weight he took by pulling or pushing him.
For now he was just amazed at how deep he was buried inside his partner. He gasped at the heat, the tight well of warmth. "Fuck," he gasped. "Oh my God. Gris..."
It was way too much. Josh reared back and pounded into Gris again, going deep, feeling the steel ring barely separating them, pressing into Gris's flesh. A shudder worked its way down his spine and he kept moving, long drawn out strokes and heavy thrusts hammering back in. He tried to say something else but words, even curses, were well out of his range of ability. The only thing he could do was grunt with the effort of each thrust. He could already feel sweat beading along his brow as his fingers dug into the sheets of their bed.
Arching his back and driving in yet again, Josh lowered his mouth and bit at Gris's shoulder where it wouldn't be seen. He didn't break the skin and didn't bite terribly hard, but it definitely wasn't just a teasing little nip. He wanted Gris marked, even more than he probably already was. Wanted to leave little bits of himself all over his partner, the way the bruises from Gris's fingers would show on his hips for several days.
He continued to tease and toy, wondering how long Gris would hold out. Hell, how long could he hold out? He was turned on enough to come in spite of the ring around his cock and if he kept this up, feeling Gris's small movements, hearing those sounds, he was going to come before he ever got inside his partner.
Finally, just when he thought he might just have to give in and take Gris anyway, he heard his lover's shaky voice saying his name. He immediately backed off but didn't stop, not quite. He moaned against Gris's skin at those words, at the soft pleading. And then a rush of urgency, a swell of need, hit him so hard he actually growled.
"Yes."
He pulled away from Gris, surged up and over him, and braced himself on one hand. With the other he guided his own cock to the sweet spot he'd just spent the last who-knew-how-long tasting. He didn't reach for additional lube; Gris was slick enough already and any extra friction would be welcome at this point. Josh thrust in in one push; it was hard, fast, and thorough as he sank to the hilt inside his lover.
"Mine." Josh lowered his head, bracing now on both hands. He didn't lay on top of Gris; in the position his partner was in, Josh's full weight on him might really hurt his neck. He would let Gris control how much of Josh's weight he took by pulling or pushing him.
For now he was just amazed at how deep he was buried inside his partner. He gasped at the heat, the tight well of warmth. "Fuck," he gasped. "Oh my God. Gris..."
It was way too much. Josh reared back and pounded into Gris again, going deep, feeling the steel ring barely separating them, pressing into Gris's flesh. A shudder worked its way down his spine and he kept moving, long drawn out strokes and heavy thrusts hammering back in. He tried to say something else but words, even curses, were well out of his range of ability. The only thing he could do was grunt with the effort of each thrust. He could already feel sweat beading along his brow as his fingers dug into the sheets of their bed.
Arching his back and driving in yet again, Josh lowered his mouth and bit at Gris's shoulder where it wouldn't be seen. He didn't break the skin and didn't bite terribly hard, but it definitely wasn't just a teasing little nip. He wanted Gris marked, even more than he probably already was. Wanted to leave little bits of himself all over his partner, the way the bruises from Gris's fingers would show on his hips for several days.
Greer Grayson
10 years ago
Josh sank inside him with enough friction to be incredibly satisfying once he got over the initial shock of that first deep thrust. It had felt so good, stretching him the rest of the way and now his lover was buried deep inside him, filling him like no one else could.
He nodded in answer to Josh's claim over him. Yes, he was Josh's and gladly so. Gris smiled up at his partner and tugged on the chain. Then, reaching up, he pulled Josh closer. His legs were parted and held by the sling and he wanted Josh to fill the space between them completely.
Soon, all he could do was hold on. Gris blinked at Josh's exclamation, finding no words to equal his boyfriend's artful expression. "Yes, exactly.†Fuck, please, more of that.
And he got his wish. Josh pounded into him, again and again, jarring and real and perfect. He pushed his feet against the stirrups and curled himself upward even more to meet each deliciously powerful stroke. "More...harder.†Gris clutched and pulled at Josh, wanting him as close as he could get. "Yes...oh,yes...â€
Josh leaned forward and bit him on the shoulder. His eyes slitted near closed and he growled low in his throat, crushing Josh to him with near bruising strength. "Nice...†He hissed in a shaky breath. Not the best word to explain his feelings but the easiest to say. His brain couldn't form anything better but his body appreciated the sensation and the thought that it would stay on his skin for a day or so fueled his desire.
He nodded in answer to Josh's claim over him. Yes, he was Josh's and gladly so. Gris smiled up at his partner and tugged on the chain. Then, reaching up, he pulled Josh closer. His legs were parted and held by the sling and he wanted Josh to fill the space between them completely.
Soon, all he could do was hold on. Gris blinked at Josh's exclamation, finding no words to equal his boyfriend's artful expression. "Yes, exactly.†Fuck, please, more of that.
And he got his wish. Josh pounded into him, again and again, jarring and real and perfect. He pushed his feet against the stirrups and curled himself upward even more to meet each deliciously powerful stroke. "More...harder.†Gris clutched and pulled at Josh, wanting him as close as he could get. "Yes...oh,yes...â€
Josh leaned forward and bit him on the shoulder. His eyes slitted near closed and he growled low in his throat, crushing Josh to him with near bruising strength. "Nice...†He hissed in a shaky breath. Not the best word to explain his feelings but the easiest to say. His brain couldn't form anything better but his body appreciated the sensation and the thought that it would stay on his skin for a day or so fueled his desire.
Joshua Wesson
10 years ago
Oh god, oh god... the words repeated themselves in Josh's mind as pure need overtook him and drove every action. Something inside of him snapped and he growled again, louder, closer to a guttural, primal scream. It was the way Gris pulled him down, the way he was whispering yes over and over, and then the way he was pulling Josh close, holding him so tightly Josh sort of forgot about breathing and didn't actually give a shit because all he could do was drive himself relentlessly into Gris again and again.
There was no logic anymore, no restraint. Josh lost it completely. He wanted to come, but the ring around him restrained him. Oh, he'd get there, but it wasn't as easy as he'd thought it would be. The next noise he made was part scream, part sob, as he strained and pushed and reached for that feeling of bliss that was so close, it was practically at his fingertips.
Then suddenly it hit, and he hadn't even realized it was going to. He screamed again, this time the sound muffled as he did bite Gris's shoulder. Again, not hard enough to break the skin but this one was definitely leaving a mark. Josh barely knew what he was doing as he slammed into his lover over and over, one hand reaching to cup the back of Gris's head in an oddly gentle way, counter to his motions. And then he was gone, wave after wave of white hot perfection searing through him as he came. He saw sparks in front of his eyes but he kept moving, kept driving in, still thrusting through each wave of his orgasm, riding it out and trying to glean every last shiver of sensation from it.
He was wrapped in Gris; in his arms, in his scent, cradled against his hips, enveloped in the warmth of his body. Josh was shaking hard when he finally began to figure out where the hell he was. He was barely holding himself up and Gris was beneath him, and he was sure he'd never come so hard in his life, nor ever been so out of control. He didn't even know if his lover had come. Fuck. Had he hurt him?
"Gris," Josh gasped, his voice raspy. "Oh God. Gris. Are you all right?"
Josh tensed, ready to move, to give Gris space if he needed it. A shock of terror spiked through him. How the hell had this happened? He would spend forever making this up to Gris. Shit. Shit. It was amazing and frightening all at once and he couldn't even begin to know how to handle what he'd just done, except to focus on Gris, and only on Gris.
There was no logic anymore, no restraint. Josh lost it completely. He wanted to come, but the ring around him restrained him. Oh, he'd get there, but it wasn't as easy as he'd thought it would be. The next noise he made was part scream, part sob, as he strained and pushed and reached for that feeling of bliss that was so close, it was practically at his fingertips.
Then suddenly it hit, and he hadn't even realized it was going to. He screamed again, this time the sound muffled as he did bite Gris's shoulder. Again, not hard enough to break the skin but this one was definitely leaving a mark. Josh barely knew what he was doing as he slammed into his lover over and over, one hand reaching to cup the back of Gris's head in an oddly gentle way, counter to his motions. And then he was gone, wave after wave of white hot perfection searing through him as he came. He saw sparks in front of his eyes but he kept moving, kept driving in, still thrusting through each wave of his orgasm, riding it out and trying to glean every last shiver of sensation from it.
He was wrapped in Gris; in his arms, in his scent, cradled against his hips, enveloped in the warmth of his body. Josh was shaking hard when he finally began to figure out where the hell he was. He was barely holding himself up and Gris was beneath him, and he was sure he'd never come so hard in his life, nor ever been so out of control. He didn't even know if his lover had come. Fuck. Had he hurt him?
"Gris," Josh gasped, his voice raspy. "Oh God. Gris. Are you all right?"
Josh tensed, ready to move, to give Gris space if he needed it. A shock of terror spiked through him. How the hell had this happened? He would spend forever making this up to Gris. Shit. Shit. It was amazing and frightening all at once and he couldn't even begin to know how to handle what he'd just done, except to focus on Gris, and only on Gris.
Greer Grayson
10 years ago
This was exactly what he had wanted. Josh was thrusting into him with wild abandon. It was rough, even bruising, and so absolutely perfect that he couldn't get enough of it.
Gris thrust as much as he could up toward Josh, watching his partner with eyes half lidded from his own pleasure. He didn't want to miss anything, not a sight, not a sound. He held Josh, nails digging little half moons in his lover's back.
He had thought that he could hold out, that he would need a little more stimulation to actually find release but he was wrong. Josh came inside him in a hot pulsing stream and his body followed suit. Gris held his lover tightly, moaning Josh's name close to his boyfriend's ear.
The climax thundered through him, as powerful as it had been surprising. Josh's teeth had bitten into his shoulder. He turned pressed his lips into his lover's neck, shaking, muscles locked tight. With the last violent surge, he thrust his head back into Josh's cradling hand.
Laying there, he waited for the world to make sense around him. Slowly he was able to focus on his boyfriend's face. He smiled up at Josh, the last pulses of sensation still sending little pulses of pleasure though his body.
Josh looked at him with a worried expression. Gris released the straps buckled to the cuffs around his lower legs and then wrapped them around his partner. Reaching up, he placed both hands on either side of Josh's face. "I am wonderful, Love. That was...†Gris smiled up at Josh. "You were amazing. I loved every minute of it.â€
Pulling Josh close, he kissed him tenderly. "You don't have to be in control every second. I won't break and I asked you for this.†He smiled. "You were...†Gris sighed again, content and awe struck but at a loss for words. "The passion in you. Your need. My god, that was sexy.â€
He looked up at Josh again, love and affection filling his eyes. "Now, how are you?†Hopefully his partner understood that everything was okay. He was better than fine and there was no reason to worry. He didn't want guilt to mar an otherwise splendid experience.
Gris thrust as much as he could up toward Josh, watching his partner with eyes half lidded from his own pleasure. He didn't want to miss anything, not a sight, not a sound. He held Josh, nails digging little half moons in his lover's back.
He had thought that he could hold out, that he would need a little more stimulation to actually find release but he was wrong. Josh came inside him in a hot pulsing stream and his body followed suit. Gris held his lover tightly, moaning Josh's name close to his boyfriend's ear.
The climax thundered through him, as powerful as it had been surprising. Josh's teeth had bitten into his shoulder. He turned pressed his lips into his lover's neck, shaking, muscles locked tight. With the last violent surge, he thrust his head back into Josh's cradling hand.
Laying there, he waited for the world to make sense around him. Slowly he was able to focus on his boyfriend's face. He smiled up at Josh, the last pulses of sensation still sending little pulses of pleasure though his body.
Josh looked at him with a worried expression. Gris released the straps buckled to the cuffs around his lower legs and then wrapped them around his partner. Reaching up, he placed both hands on either side of Josh's face. "I am wonderful, Love. That was...†Gris smiled up at Josh. "You were amazing. I loved every minute of it.â€
Pulling Josh close, he kissed him tenderly. "You don't have to be in control every second. I won't break and I asked you for this.†He smiled. "You were...†Gris sighed again, content and awe struck but at a loss for words. "The passion in you. Your need. My god, that was sexy.â€
He looked up at Josh again, love and affection filling his eyes. "Now, how are you?†Hopefully his partner understood that everything was okay. He was better than fine and there was no reason to worry. He didn't want guilt to mar an otherwise splendid experience.
Joshua Wesson
10 years ago
What could have been a terrifying, horrible moment wasn't. Josh let out a huge, shaky breath of relief when he saw Gris's face through still-clearing eyes and heard his lover's words. He returned that gentle, delicate kiss and shuddered again, as much from emotion as from physical depletion. He looked down between them and saw with his own eyes the evidence of Gris's pleasure, and he pushed himself, catlike as his strained muscles flexed under his shoulders, down lower on the bed.
His pale eyes looked up at Gris. "Don't you know how much I need you by now, Gris Grayson? I can't live without you. I'm perfect so long as you're here and you're happy."
He took the weight of the words away with an unusually playful smile and then dipped his head. With his tongue he cleaned his partner, soft wet swipes across those delicious lean abs, warm lips around his spent cock, careful with the sensitive tip. As he did, he winced at the toy still inside him, which was pressing in a now uncomfortable way. He used one hand to free himself of it, laying it aside. When he had attended to that he pressed up again, his hand flickering up to trace around his chest where the clamps still clung viciously to him. Taking them off was going to hurt.
"Would you do the honors, love?" Josh eased himself down next to Gris, leaning on one elbow, the other arm loosely wrapped around his partner. "Maybe then we can go take a bath. Order a movie. And that's about as far as I want to move tonight."
They were both sore; pleasantly so. Josh was experiencing a very unfamiliar ache from offering himself to Gris earlier, and it was a reminder. He loved it; it was just what he'd wanted. And now he just wanted to spend quiet time together, wrap themselves around each other, and forget the outside world for a little while.
His pale eyes looked up at Gris. "Don't you know how much I need you by now, Gris Grayson? I can't live without you. I'm perfect so long as you're here and you're happy."
He took the weight of the words away with an unusually playful smile and then dipped his head. With his tongue he cleaned his partner, soft wet swipes across those delicious lean abs, warm lips around his spent cock, careful with the sensitive tip. As he did, he winced at the toy still inside him, which was pressing in a now uncomfortable way. He used one hand to free himself of it, laying it aside. When he had attended to that he pressed up again, his hand flickering up to trace around his chest where the clamps still clung viciously to him. Taking them off was going to hurt.
"Would you do the honors, love?" Josh eased himself down next to Gris, leaning on one elbow, the other arm loosely wrapped around his partner. "Maybe then we can go take a bath. Order a movie. And that's about as far as I want to move tonight."
They were both sore; pleasantly so. Josh was experiencing a very unfamiliar ache from offering himself to Gris earlier, and it was a reminder. He loved it; it was just what he'd wanted. And now he just wanted to spend quiet time together, wrap themselves around each other, and forget the outside world for a little while.
Greer Grayson
10 years ago
"Then you must be perfect.†Gris smiled up at Josh. He was here and he was happy and Josh was indeed perfect.
He was then cared for very sweetly. He giggled once or twice as the light licks to his stomach found currently overly sensitive skin. It still felt absolutely wonderful and the ticklish bits just made it better somehow.
Josh settled down next to him and asked him to help with the clamps. Gris nodded and leaned forward. He eased off the first one and the wrapped his lips around his lover's nipple, bathing the poor tortured spot with the warmth of his tongue. Then he did the same to other.
Setting the chain on the nightstand, Gris pressed his hands to Josh's chest, pushing his partner fully down on the bed. He laid his head on his boyfriend's shoulder and curled up next to him. His eyes fluttered closed and his breath left him in a gentle sigh.
They would have to get up for a bath. He knew that and Josh mentioned it. Gris wasn't in a terrible hurry but he nodded against his partner's chest. "Mmm, sounds like a good plan to me.†So did the not moving far. They could curl up together, watch something and then fall asleep. There was no need to go out to the sofa. The bed was perfectly comfortable.
He cuddled against Josh's chest a little more, settling in more comfortably against his partner's warmth. Maybe too comfortable.
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He was then cared for very sweetly. He giggled once or twice as the light licks to his stomach found currently overly sensitive skin. It still felt absolutely wonderful and the ticklish bits just made it better somehow.
Josh settled down next to him and asked him to help with the clamps. Gris nodded and leaned forward. He eased off the first one and the wrapped his lips around his lover's nipple, bathing the poor tortured spot with the warmth of his tongue. Then he did the same to other.
Setting the chain on the nightstand, Gris pressed his hands to Josh's chest, pushing his partner fully down on the bed. He laid his head on his boyfriend's shoulder and curled up next to him. His eyes fluttered closed and his breath left him in a gentle sigh.
They would have to get up for a bath. He knew that and Josh mentioned it. Gris wasn't in a terrible hurry but he nodded against his partner's chest. "Mmm, sounds like a good plan to me.†So did the not moving far. They could curl up together, watch something and then fall asleep. There was no need to go out to the sofa. The bed was perfectly comfortable.
He cuddled against Josh's chest a little more, settling in more comfortably against his partner's warmth. Maybe too comfortable.
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