One lump of plaster or two?
Alfarinn leaned forward and stepped out of the limo then turned to wait for Thaddeus to do the same. A faint grin refused to leave his face at the thought of what a sight they must be. Lykaios's neighborhood was not in the habit of seeing limos and neither was the one at the apartment near the House of Pain. There was no doubt in his mind that two young men covered from head to foot in white dust and looking about as worn out as two prisoners that had been forced to do hard labor on a hot summer day was not the expected image to be stepping out of the sleek vehicle.
He spared a grimace for the seats and thought of the cursing that was likely to go on by whom ever had to clean them. It could have been worse; he had emerged from it covered in blood in times past.
The security for the building had been back in place before they left Lykaios's abode. He had nodded slightly to the figure dressed as a drunk,the agent in charge of the building, and flipped him a few coins. The man then accosted him with a slurred request for a dollar or two before ambling around the side of home.
With those preparations taken care of, he wanted nothing so much as a hot shower and a cold drink of something that burned his throat with its passing.
Turning to Thaddeus, he smiled.
"After you."
“Tradition dictates elaborate punishments involving hanging by the rafters in the cellar.”
He blinked once before sending his current mental image of hanging from the rafters with his legs locked around Alfarinn’s waist before smirking in a now truly evil fashion.
“We Greys take rule breaking very seriously.”
He schooled his face to solemnity once more as he elaborated. “First,” he said as he trailed his hands over the tops of Alfarinn’s thighs, “I must be stripped naked.” He looked down, then back up, keeping his expression even save a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Shouldn’t be a problem.” He grinned, leaning in to nuzzle his lover’s neck before continuing in a whisper, letting his lips brush against delicate skin. “Then, I should be made to confess my wicked deeds.” He pulled back, trailing his fingers along the spaces between Alfarinn’s ribs. “Alas, for Greys are a stubborn people…” He leaned forward again and ran a kiss along Alfarinn’s jaw line. “…and confessions are hard to come by…”
He finished off with the slightest flick of his tongue over his lover’s earlobe. Then he realized his own double entendre and blushed. This was, he suspected, somewhat internally inconsistent under the circumstances, considering he had just been saying some rather shocking things, but it wasn’t until he said something quite unintentional that his ears went red.
Rather than dwell on that, though, he wrapped his arms around Alfarinn’s neck, pressing himself hard against his lover.
“It is a good think you are so fierce.”
'Did he just say hanging from the rafters?'
If he had thought he had heard incorrectly then his lover's sending cleared things up rather well. The mental image that Thaddeus sent him caused him to moan softly in longing and he bit his lip to keep further displays of weakness in check.
Closing his eyes slightly at the delicate touch and tempting words, Alfarinn listened in rapt attention to just what this punishment entailed. He did open his eyes again at the mention of Thaddeus stripped naked, even though that very image had been in front of him when he had closed them, he found it impossible to hear such words without seeing for himself. Looking down at his lover, he smiled faintly.
"Yes, I think we can manage..."
Alfarinn let the sentence trail away into a sigh as Thaddeus leaned forward to whisper suggestively in his ear. At this point he was certain his companion could coax a few confessions out of him as well.
"Hmmmm..."
He hoped it sounded thoughtful though to his ears it sounded more like a murmured sigh. All concerns about his answer fled when his lover leaned up to teasingly touch his ear. Alfarinn's whole body shuddered in response and he held Thaddeus tightly; though he suspected this was probably in good part for aid in balance.
"..yessss, Fierce and diligent. "
He shook his head slightly to clear it and looked thoughtfully at his lover, who was behaving -very- unlike a good influence...unless one counted his willingness to submit to such punishments as good behavior.
"Alas,we have no rafters and no cellar. At the rate you are going,Grey, you're going to find yourself once more against the door. This time with your feet off the floor."
Alfarinn, though, did not seem to mind in the least, the thought of which turned Thaddeus’s smile to something much more genuine…with a touch of mischief.
He looked up at his lover through lowered eyelashes as his ‘punishment’ was pronounced, trying to stop the thrill that coursed through him from showing in a visible shudder of delight. He didn’t entirely succeed but he imagined it was those small slips that made their current playful exchange all the more intimate.
He did, however, eventually remember to keep up on his end and took a step back, his eyes wide with feigned concern.
“Oh dear.” The corner of his mouth twitched into a half smile as he ran his fingertips down Alfarinn’s front. “That –is- a serious punishment.”
He ran his tongue over his upper lip as his hands continued down. “Alas, when one breaks the rules…” he let one hand rest flat on his lover’s abdomen while the other continued its trail, eventually moving to wrap around Alfarinn’s length. “…there must be consequences.” He moved his hand in a slow stroke, leaning in close once more.
“Do your worst.”
"Well serious punishment is necessary in order to learn a serious lesson.
He swallowed hard as Thaddeus moved closer and began to run his hands down his chest. Leaning down to Thaddeus's ear, Alfarinn murmured.
"You'll have to tell me what lesson you've learned when we're done. "
Thaddeus's hands had not stopped their decent and he did his best to brace his will against the likely outcome. He still let out a gasp at the touch, every little nerve ending so on edge from feeling his lover's pleasure and then being teased and touched to the point of very much wanting to make good on that threat.
'Do you worst...'
He uttered a predatory sound before pulling Thaddeus once more against him and leaning down to nip him on the neck. Sufficient warning in both words and action already being given, Alfarinn then scooped up his lover by placing hands firmly once more beneath his companion. Without any further words, he carried Thaddeus directly to the bedroom.
Alfarinn’s predatory growl and subsequent grabbing drove such admittedly odd thoughts from his mind, however. He was, all things considered, surprisingly well behaved once Alfarinn lifted him from the ground. After a startled squeak at the nip to his neck, he wrapped his legs firmly around his lover’s waist and one arm around strong shoulders. He had the mischievous thought that he might distract Alfarinn with kisses on their short journey but instead buried his cheek in the curve of his companion’s neck, thinking that perhaps being dropped might kill the mood and in any case he was supposed to be accepting his punishment.
He hardly squirmed at all, difficult as that was when they were so aligned. His other hand had not quite made it up to Alfarinn’s shoulders when he was lifted and remained pinned between them on his lover’s chest, but that hardly mattered when they were this close.
Once they got to the bedroom, though, he rather thought that was enough ‘good behavior’ from him. He returned the nip to his lover’s neck before working his way up to Alfarinn’s ear, where he whispered softly.
“I’m still quite incorrigible. Whatever will you do with me?”
He had walked to one of the far corners before setting his companion down. Alfarinn had not had a chance to step back before Thaddeus leaned forward and bit him playfully on the neck and whispered seductively in his ear.
The thoughts of what he had been planning to do with Thaddeus fled along with everything else for the moment at his lover's closeness. He could almost feel those warm lips so close to his ear and the tempting breath that tickled with the slightest hint of what could be done if his lover but moved an inch forward.
Gathering his thoughts slowly to him. he turned his companion around to face the corner of the room. Alfarinn was careful to hide his grin until then, but could not help but smile while his lover was not looking.
"Well" He tried hard to wipe the amusement from his voice. "You can stand in the corner and wait for me."
Pressing himself against Thaddeus's back, he leaned down to whisper in his lover's ear.
"And think about what you've done."
The evidence of what Thaddeus had done was between them against his companion's back and it was becoming more impatient with each touch.
Backing away, he went into the bathroom and retrieved a towel and then found the tube from the nightstand. Coating himself, and then adding more to two fingers, he put the tube away. Alfarinn came back to stand behind Thaddeus and wrapped an arm around the front of him, careful not to press against him this time.
Leaning down to the side, he kissed his lover on the cheek and said softly.
"Bend over."
“Of course.”
Feeling his lover pressed against him, though, Thaddeus could hardly be expected to resist pushing back, reaching behind him to seek out Alfarinn’s hips with his hands and leaning his weight back. Alfarinn, however, pulled away after a moment, leaving Thaddeus feeling suddenly rather exposed.
He stood meekly enough in the corner, his hands behind his back, and looked down at the floor. The fact that he couldn’t seem to wipe the smirk off his face notwithstanding, he felt he looked quite repentant. Alfarinn’s movements sparked his curiosity, but, remembering the family honor he was meant to be regaining, he kept his gaze stubbornly in front of him.
He was also, in compliance with his orders, thinking over what he had done. He wasn’t entirely certain of what had brought him to say the things he’d said in the foyer; in fact he wasn’t sure of why he hadn’t taken Alfarinn gently by the hand and led the way to the shower at the first signs of desire. He did, however, know that he certainly didn’t regret the direction this had all taken.
As much as he had spoken with such cheeky self confidence, in truth he hadn’t been at all certain of how his lover would respond. It wasn’t so much that he anticipated any particular reaction, but Alfarinn had the opportunity to pull away from this exchange and instead they had taken it to another level altogether. That was both pleasing and assuring, to know that his desires were not just understood, but accepted and even enjoyed. His smirk softened a little at that thought; Alfarinn didn’t think him odd or depraved at all. His lover saw him as he was, even the places Thaddeus didn’t know existed.
And then the object of his thoughts was right behind him, so close, and he closed his eyes, shivering with anticipation just having his lover near him.
Then Alfarinn spoke and he had to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep from moaning.
Swallowing hard, he unclasped his hands from behind his back and planted them flush against the walls, one on each side. His heart was racing by this point, calves twitching and threatening to tremble, but he resisted the urge to look just once over his shoulder, instead doing as ordered and bending over at the waist.
Which reminded him with an ache of longing exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing here and it wasn't admiring.
He realized that his pause might make his companion uncomfortable in this position and so Alfarinn bent down to plant a reassuring kiss on Thaddeus's shoulder. That they would be in such a playfully erotic situation was not something he would have forseen and even with his senses telling him that his lover was enjoying himself as much as he was, he was somewhat surprised. More so because this was initiated by Thaddeus, himself, and he was reminded again of the inability to fully predict his deep and interesting companion. He laid his check against Thaddeus's shoulder and closed his eyes.
"Gods, you're irresistible."
Taking a deep breath, Alfarinn kissed his lover's shoulder again before moving back. He removed his hand out from around the front of Thaddeus and slid it slowly down his lover's spine and then around one tempting cheek. Running his hand along it thoughtfully, he leaned closer again and said.
"Now exactly how bad were you, do you think?"
He smiled at the tender kiss to his shoulder, turning his head to one side and finding he was quite glad for the grounding affection that kept his now quite high wired nerves in balance. When Alfarinn rested his head on his shoulder, Thaddeus sighed softly, his smile broadening.
“Thank goodness you don’t have to resist, then.”
At those cool fingers trailing down his spine he instinctively lifted his chin, letting his back arch and his hips tilt upward in response. When Alfarinn’s hand came to rest, though, he let his head drop back down, below his shoulders, and closed his eyes, though otherwise he held the somewhat more suggestive position he had assumed.
He sucked in his lower lip but this time could do nothing to prevent the shiver that went through him at Alfarinn’s question. Realizing, after a moment, that his lover expected an answer, he eventually collected himself enough to speak coherently.
“Oh, terribly bad Alfarinn. I’d even go as far as to say I’ve been –naughty-.”
"I would have to agree. Was there a Grey family rule against driving one's lover to insane lust?"
He removed his hand and sighed in feigned resignation.
"I suppose there is no help for it then. A spanking is order. Five licks should be sufficient, after all it is your first offense...that I know of."
Turning to the side, he pulled back his hand and gave Thaddeus a firm swat on the behind, leaving a faint red print that quickly began to fade. The first sound was somewhat startling in the quiet room. He paused to make sure his companion had no objections to the action or felt that he was being too rough before continuing. His lover's already warm skin was flushed red with an erotic heat and his hand stung slightly, as no doubt, did his lover's behind. When he was done with the spanking, he rubbed his cool hand tenderly over both reddened cheeks, leaning forward to kiss Thaddeus on the back.
"You know, earlier I would have said the shade of your skin was absolutely perfect but I have to admit this shade is quite lovely."
“Hmm, now –that-, I believe, is encouraged.”
In spite of having little doubt of where this was going, he felt his muscles tense and twitch when Alfarinn pronounced his sentence. Even the blood pounding in his ears, making a loud, rushing sound, could do nothing to drown out the sound of Alfarinn’s hand landing firmly on his skin.
He lifted his chin and hissed through his teeth, a sharp intake of breath drawn out by the lingering sting. The next strikes came in more rapid succession and by the time the last fell on tender cheeks he was half moaning through parted lips.
“Alfarinn…”
Sighing softly at the feel of his lover’s cool hands on still burning skin, he shivered when Alfarinn leaned forward to kiss his back. It took him a moment to process what was being said and he found he was quite beyond forming a coherent reply, instead letting a needy whimper get the general idea across.
That idea being a state of disbelief that they were talking about skin tone at a time like this and if Alfarinn didn’t take him soon he wouldn’t be able to answer for the consequences.
He moved his hand around one hip and then slowly wrapped it around Thaddeus's length. The other hand gently found its way to press against his lover's opening. Alfarinn moved both back and forth at a torturously slow pace before sliding one finger inside, followed in time by another. Still barely moving, he said
"Now about those confessions."
Feeling that he would need a spanking of his own for teasing his companion to this extent, Alfarinn increased the pace of his movements before pulling away and wiping his hand on the towel on the near by table.
Ducking under Thaddeus's arm, he came around to stand in front of his lover and once again picked Thaddeus up and held him close. Clamping his teeth firmly together, Alfarinn then walked them both back to the front door as promised.
"Next time I make threats, please remind me to keep the location general."
At the request for confessions, which he had, admittedly, quite forgotten about, he clenched his jaw, growling low in his throat. One elbow gave when Alfarinn’s hands began moving more quickly, and he instead balanced against that wall with his forearm, hardly missing a beat as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, completely in the moment. When his lover pulled away, though, he lowered his chin again, bracing himself for what was sure to come next.
When, instead, Alfarinn moved under his arm to end up in front of him, he raised his head slowly, peering at his companion with something like disbelief. He rather quickly melted when Alfarinn wrapped his arms around him, though, finding it was quite nice to be comfortably snuggled against his lover as they made their way back to the front door.
That moment of warm comfort and affection did not, however, prevent him from further misbehaving once his back made contact with the front door. Literal to the end, he could not help but murmur into his lover’s neck when Alfarinn mentioned plans for next time.
“You didn’t say –which- door.”
He tightened his grip, burying his head into Alfarinn’s shoulder, and gently kissed the smooth curve beneath his lips, staying close enough to brush skin as he spoke.
“And I suppose that is my first confession; I am impossibly mouthy.” He gave Alfarinn’s neck a rough nip to prove his point, then kissed his way up to his lover’s ear. “…and impertinent.” he gave Alfarinn’s earlobe a flick with his tongue.
Alfarinn sighed heavily at Thaddeus's words muffled against his neck.
"I don't think I could accurately recall my name at the moment, Beloved, much less remember my exact wording... so to be on the safe side, we're back where we started."
He listened in amusement at Thaddeus's first confession. Holding his lover with one hand as he moved to align himself with the other. Thaddeus's attentions caused him to pause and reach back up to hold his companion more tightly, leaning his neck to the side and closing his eyes. It was a good thing that he had or he might have dropped his lover at the talented flick against his ear. Alfarinn made a strangled sound that was half moan and half gasp and leaned heavily against his companion until he was certain his legs were steady underneath him.
"You most certainly are."
He murmured into Thaddeus's shoulder and straightened back up. Watching his impertinent lover for any more 'confessions', he reached down with one hand and slowly eased his way inside his companion. Pausing long enough to kiss Thaddeus with all the built up desire within him, he then began to move at an easy pace. Leaning next to Thaddeus's ear, Alfarinn murmured his voice low with desire.
"And I wouldn't have it any other way."
Thaddeus smiled as his lover tightened his grip, holding on more tightly in response though he wasn’t particularly concerned about being dropped.
He kept his eyes open when Alfarinn entered him, slowly, unable and unwilling to turn away from his lover’s regard, and it wasn’t until their lips met that he let his eyelids flicker closed in pleasure and he let other senses take over.
He was convinced he would never recover from that voice speaking low in his ear, that he would recall the vibrations against his chest and that soft baritone at the most inappropriate times for the rest of his days.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Alfarinn seemed just as interested in movement as he was, a fact that Thaddeus was perfectly pleased with though he did wonder if their game would continue. Deciding the ball was in his court, he leaned his head back against the door, trying to catch his breath enough to gasp out his next confession.
“God…Alfarinn...I love…feeling you, being so close to you….”
Deciding that was fair enough under the circumstances, he buried his cheek in his lover’s neck, his hands clutching at Alfarinn’s back and his words trailing off into incoherent murmurs of appreciation.
Leaning down to trail lips and teeth down his lover's neck, he collected his thoughts from the scattered places they had disappeared to. He was fairly certain Thaddeus was supposed to be confessing his crimes and he certainly hoped wanting to feel him and be close to him was not one of them. However, the admission could be construed as something that happened constantly, it would definitely be true in his own case, and that could be a confession of sorts. No doubt being caught not being able to keep their hands off each other by Morrigan had not been something they had both expected to experience.
As it were, no matter the reasoning behind Thaddeus's statement Alfarinn wanted to hear more and the turn they had taken was not something he was going to complain about, very far from it. Each word of his lover's confession added to his desire, mingling together with the physical sensations into a potent mix that was surely going to drive him insane with lust, as he had earlier claimed Thaddeus capable of.
He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue and found his voice.
"That could be very serious, Thaddeus." He paused to drag fangs lightly over the graceful curve beneath them.
"Perhaps...you should... elaborate."
At Alfarinn’s comment to his most recent confession, a low and indistinct sound was all he could manage for a moment, after which he felt it was, indeed, a good idea to elaborate.
“Just hearing your voice makes me crazy…”
Warming up to speaking, he continued, his voice shaky and soft and punctuated with little catches of breath and wordless gasps but, he hoped, clear enough.
“Oh, it’s very serious, love...I’m completely, shamelessly captivated…and greedy besides, you touch me and I just want more and more…”
He bent his head down and gave Alfarinn a light nip on the shoulder.
“Terribly serious...” He ran his lips over the spot he had just marked "...I can't imagine what is to be done with me."
Thaddeus spoke about his voice and it echoed his earlier thoughts but he was not the one confessing. He should tell Thaddeus some time all the things that he did that drove him mad with desire, of course, there was, in truth, too many to name in one evening.
"So... there's a certain weakness of will then? Very...troubling"
Alfarinn murmured softly next to Thaddeus's ear, letting his lips brush lightly against the outer shell as he spoke. Having his lover like this was intoxicating; Thaddeus was a comforting weight, so close and warm and clinging so tightly that Alfarinn felt that he was securely held in his lover's grasp.
Thaddeus's next confession made him swallow hard, pausing the pace he'd had set to look at his lover despite knowing that even teasing Thaddeus had meant what he said. It was one thing to know you are desired and another thing all together to hear it from the very person that overwhelms you with the same feeling. Finding his rhythm once more, he smiled at Thaddeus, wrapping on hand around his lover's length and said.
"I believe the only thing for it...is for me to touch you as often as possible."
Alfarinn closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Thaddeus in his hand. He gradually increased the strokes until they fell into the same steady pace as his other movements.
"To build up an tolerance...extreme, I know, but its the only way..."
He clung close, whispering little breaths over Alfarinn’s neck and shoulder as his lover moved against him, but at the feel of one cool hand wrapping around him he tilted his head back hard enough to make contact with the door and let out a ragged gasp, then bit down on his lower lip to keep from outright swearing in a moment of passion. That would, after all, mean more confessing.
He had barely regained some amount of control over the sensations coursing through him when Alfarinn spoke again. Smiling at the thought of building up a tolerance, he remembered a moment in this very apartment when he had wondered what it would be like to look up and see Alfarinn, standing naked over him, in a year or ten or a hundred. Wondering if that initial wonder would ever be lost. He felt that theory could safely be discounted as pure madness; there was no possible way he would ever be anything but overwhelmingly awed by his incredible lover.
“I suppose it’s worth a try, but I should tell you now, I’m terribly stubborn.” He opened his eyes, drinking in the sight of his lover in a moment of close eyed pleasure as their movements accelerated. “Very difficult to break me of my ways.”
He remembered the vision of this very action that Thaddeus had once shown him in amongst the mix of the other fantasies that he had confessed to. Alfarinn would have to say that,barring the minor bumps, this was better by far than anything he originally intended. It always seemed to be that way with Thaddeus; there was a spontaneity, playfulness and acceptance between them that seemed to make each other's whims become so much more; one of them would start them down a certain very pleasurable path and the other would take it and add to it moving it beyond the original thought and placing it into the realm of something breath taking.
That was quite literal at this point, Alfarinn found it was difficult to spare anything in the way of thought or breath for anything other than Thaddeus and moving with him. He found himself pressing so close to his lover as if he could melt into Thaddeus and together they could become one being, whole and perfect.
Thaddeus's voice brought his thoughts back from the sweet abyss of pleasure that with each thrust threatened to consume him and he smiled as he considered his lover's warning.
"For you, I have a lot of patience."
Leaning forward to kiss his companion with lingering thorough tenderness, Alfarinn only paused long enough to turn his head to the side and murmur against Thaddeus's cheek.
"I have a confession too, My Beloved, I adore your ways."
That being said, he returned to the gentle exploration of his lover's lips.