Rowan arched his brows in surprise at Christian. What he'd been told didn't lend itself to the story of a man who enjoyed being toyed with. But if that was what Cris wanted, Rowan would comply the best way he knew how. He immediately had an idea. It might not be what Cris was looking for but it struck him as a good way to fulfill the request. And it amused and interested him.
Rolling to his stomach he braced his arms on either side of Cris and kissed him deeply once again. "As you wish," he breathed softly. He pushed away from the bed, stood, and let his fingertips trail across Cris's chest. "Wait a moment," he said with a soft smile.
He made his way to the stairs and went carefully down them. [If I do it properly, you'll have to repay the favor later, Cris. I don't intend to leave you wanting.]
He followed that with a brief request and received directions from Cris in return. Walking quickly through the downstairs he retrieved the items he was after and returned to the bedroom with his prizes.
"Here."
Rowan set down what he had been after; first, the fondue pot full of chocolate which fit on the bedside stand and plugged into the wall behind it. Atop that, a narrow-headed paint brush. Not ideal, but Rowan had worked with worse. Looking down at Cris Rowan reached his arms out. As his lover came to him Rowan encouraged him to cling, arms around his neck, legs around his waist.
Mindful of the game he let his own erection slide along Cris's body as Rowan lifted him from the bed, kissing him gently again and again. Hands free, he spread out the large towel he'd brought as well. He was neat, but accidents happened.
Finishing that task, Rowan cupped his hands beneath Christian's ass, lifted him carefully away, and set his lover carefully back down on the bed on his back. Climbing back onto the bed he straddled Cris's hips, the position almost perfect but not quite - not yet.
He reached out, picked up the paintbrush, and dipped it into the chocolate. He brought it to his lips and flickered his tongue against it, testing. The consistency was excellent. He smiled down at Cris.
"Shall we begin?"
He dipped it into the chocolate again, resting his eyes on Cris's body and sweeping them over him, an artist looking at his canvas. He picked up Cris's left hand, angled himself properly, and began to write in long, beautiful, sweeping and curling strokes. He began from the palm of Cris's hand and worked his way up the inside of his arm, the soft brush and wet liquid chocolate his teasers as he worked.
Wiimatch:Part 3
The sound of Rowan in his head just about undid him. It was very hard not show any outward signs of what that mental plea had done to him. His companion wasn't the only one having trouble keeping his hands to himself. Rowan's choking fit was a somewhat unexpected result and he looked over at the redhead in concern.
The text though. Smart and so very sexy. He couldn't refuse to answer that text, even with guests. Hell, Cris wasn't sure World War III could have convinced him to ignore it. Timely too because he wasn't sure that he would have continued their game for much longer, not after that soft moan. His own repressed desires were equally tormenting and they could all talk just fine with him sitting in Rowan's lap on the floor; though to be honest, being there would not allow him to concentrate very well on anything that was being said.
It seemed that everyone was coming close to winding down for the evening anyway. Alex and Eiryk were curled up companionably on the sofa and he was sure they would be glad for the privacy of their own place.
After thanking them for coming and assuring them that he was capable of performing with the needed mental faculties, he waved goodbye to them both.
Closing the door, he leaned against it and arched an eyebrow at his partner in crime.
"So... about these issues... Care to tell me about them? Perhaps I can be of some assistance."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian lay in his bed, listening to Rowan moving about downstairs. He answered the questions about where to find the objects his lover had requested. They gave him some idea of his partner's plans but still he found it odd that he was here, in his own room, waiting patiently for someone to come toy with him. At his own request, that part of it still shocked him. What was it about Rowan that made it so easy to trust him? Was it his caregiver nature, seen so clearly in his aura, that said he'd never willingly hurt him? Or was it something else? Something more?
[I am... grateful. However, I think I can still do an affective job by other means.]
Rowan returned and set up the fondue pot. [And here I thought I was going to lick that off you tonight.] He clung tightly to his lover when directed, enjoying of the feel of that warm hard body once more pressed against him. It had only been a few moments that Rowan had been gone and yet he felt like an addict suffering withdrawal.
Cris melted into his lover's gentle kisses, returning each one with all of his attention and skill. All too soon he was set back down with care. Rowan looked beautiful straddling him, intent on his task.
Christian watched with interest as his lover bent over him and set to work. He could tell that his partner was writing from the long flowing strokes but he could not yet read the words. The small brush was teasingly light, and the feel of the drying chocolate was an odd reminder that he had been marked, however briefly, by his lover's hand. This phase of Rowan's plan was mentally more erotic than physically but still he could feel those gentle strokes and knew that soon a tongue would follow the same course. The anticipation was almost painful.
Christian looked up and Rowan and smiled wryly "And you said calligraphy wasn't a social hobby."
[I am... grateful. However, I think I can still do an affective job by other means.]
Rowan returned and set up the fondue pot. [And here I thought I was going to lick that off you tonight.] He clung tightly to his lover when directed, enjoying of the feel of that warm hard body once more pressed against him. It had only been a few moments that Rowan had been gone and yet he felt like an addict suffering withdrawal.
Cris melted into his lover's gentle kisses, returning each one with all of his attention and skill. All too soon he was set back down with care. Rowan looked beautiful straddling him, intent on his task.
Christian watched with interest as his lover bent over him and set to work. He could tell that his partner was writing from the long flowing strokes but he could not yet read the words. The small brush was teasingly light, and the feel of the drying chocolate was an odd reminder that he had been marked, however briefly, by his lover's hand. This phase of Rowan's plan was mentally more erotic than physically but still he could feel those gentle strokes and knew that soon a tongue would follow the same course. The anticipation was almost painful.
Christian looked up and Rowan and smiled wryly "And you said calligraphy wasn't a social hobby."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan glanced up at Cris. [I'm sure you can. And I can't wait to experience that.] It was his turn now, however, and he took it very seriously, even though his lips were curled up in a smile.
[There's plenty more,] he reassured Cris, looking at the fondue pot. "I doubt that we'll lack."
Rowan quickly completed Cris's left hand, his brush making teasing curls and sweeps up its length, across the sensitive inside of his elbow, coming to rest over his shoulder at the base of his neck. Rowan leaned back a little, very conscious of the contact between them that occurred when he did so.
"Not bad," he said. Leaning forward again he laid Cris's hand gently on the towel and began afresh on his right palm, also working his way up. He worked with quiet intensity, eager to get to step two but patient with himself, knowing it would come.
He knew the small paintbrush would be an interesting feel upon warm skin, as would the drying chocolate spread in a thin layer; all the better to eat you up later.
Rowan moved down when he finished Cris's right arm, and started again on Cris's ankle. This time, however, he pressed a warm kiss to the surface of skin below that structure.
He repeated the process up both legs, smiling as the chocolate darkened and dried. Leaning forward he carefully swirled the tip of the paintbrush over the head of Cris's erection. Having moved off to one side while writing on Christian's legs, Rowan carefully leaned over his new artwork and lowered himself gently. Without warning he closed his warm mouth over that chocolate-drenched tip, sucking lightly, moving his mouth slightly, teasingly, as he carefully sucked at each bit of velvety, moist skin.
Sitting up he smiled. "That one was just as much for me."
He dipped into the pot again and leaned over Cris, arching his back so he could kiss his lover once more without ruining his artwork, which was now dry enough to be seen.
[There's plenty more,] he reassured Cris, looking at the fondue pot. "I doubt that we'll lack."
Rowan quickly completed Cris's left hand, his brush making teasing curls and sweeps up its length, across the sensitive inside of his elbow, coming to rest over his shoulder at the base of his neck. Rowan leaned back a little, very conscious of the contact between them that occurred when he did so.
"Not bad," he said. Leaning forward again he laid Cris's hand gently on the towel and began afresh on his right palm, also working his way up. He worked with quiet intensity, eager to get to step two but patient with himself, knowing it would come.
He knew the small paintbrush would be an interesting feel upon warm skin, as would the drying chocolate spread in a thin layer; all the better to eat you up later.
Rowan moved down when he finished Cris's right arm, and started again on Cris's ankle. This time, however, he pressed a warm kiss to the surface of skin below that structure.
He repeated the process up both legs, smiling as the chocolate darkened and dried. Leaning forward he carefully swirled the tip of the paintbrush over the head of Cris's erection. Having moved off to one side while writing on Christian's legs, Rowan carefully leaned over his new artwork and lowered himself gently. Without warning he closed his warm mouth over that chocolate-drenched tip, sucking lightly, moving his mouth slightly, teasingly, as he carefully sucked at each bit of velvety, moist skin.
Sitting up he smiled. "That one was just as much for me."
He dipped into the pot again and leaned over Cris, arching his back so he could kiss his lover once more without ruining his artwork, which was now dry enough to be seen.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian continued to lie still for Rowan as he worked up his arm and onto his neck. Through it all he watched his partner, bent over him, writing so carefully something that was going to be erased so soon.
He gasped sharply as Rowan leaned back, briefly brushing against his erection as his lover pronounced his work 'not bad'
Cris could not easily watch his partner as he moved lower and began to write up the sides of his legs. The affectionate kiss made him smile. The soft wet sweeps of the brush were tantalizing and not being able to watch as Rowan wrote carefully up the inside of his thighs made the feeling that much more intense. The feel of the brush and being still for his lover remained his sole focus.
He hissed sharply, arching just slightly before reminding himself to be still, when he felt the brush swirl along his achingly hard erection. The noise that issued from his throat when Rowan's mouth closed silken warm around him was part moan and part need filled whimper. His partner's touch was tortuously light, offering more stimulation and no release.
When Rowan leaned back, Christian regarded his lover beneath the screen of pale lashes. "You best hope I pass out from this." He threatened quietly.
Leaning up on his elbows, Cris looked down at the words written in beautiful script across his body. Shakespeare's Eighteenth Sonnet. For a long moment he simply stared down at the artwork scrolled so skillfully across his naked flesh.
He raised his eyes to Rowan, finishing the poem.
"But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair though owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
Christian gently, mindful of the fragile writing, reached out and brushed a thumb across his lover's cheek. "Its beautiful. Thank you." Giving himself one last look; he laid back down and regarded Rowan somber affection. "I almost want you to take a picture so that it is saved beyond tonight."
He had never seen himself as beautiful before, but with Rowan's elegant work written across his body, he was. Like this.
[Would you?]
((OOC: The beginning of the sonnet, two lines up one arm, the next two up the next, two more up one leg and the last two up the other.
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: ))
He gasped sharply as Rowan leaned back, briefly brushing against his erection as his lover pronounced his work 'not bad'
Cris could not easily watch his partner as he moved lower and began to write up the sides of his legs. The affectionate kiss made him smile. The soft wet sweeps of the brush were tantalizing and not being able to watch as Rowan wrote carefully up the inside of his thighs made the feeling that much more intense. The feel of the brush and being still for his lover remained his sole focus.
He hissed sharply, arching just slightly before reminding himself to be still, when he felt the brush swirl along his achingly hard erection. The noise that issued from his throat when Rowan's mouth closed silken warm around him was part moan and part need filled whimper. His partner's touch was tortuously light, offering more stimulation and no release.
When Rowan leaned back, Christian regarded his lover beneath the screen of pale lashes. "You best hope I pass out from this." He threatened quietly.
Leaning up on his elbows, Cris looked down at the words written in beautiful script across his body. Shakespeare's Eighteenth Sonnet. For a long moment he simply stared down at the artwork scrolled so skillfully across his naked flesh.
He raised his eyes to Rowan, finishing the poem.
"But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair though owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
Christian gently, mindful of the fragile writing, reached out and brushed a thumb across his lover's cheek. "Its beautiful. Thank you." Giving himself one last look; he laid back down and regarded Rowan somber affection. "I almost want you to take a picture so that it is saved beyond tonight."
He had never seen himself as beautiful before, but with Rowan's elegant work written across his body, he was. Like this.
[Would you?]
((OOC: The beginning of the sonnet, two lines up one arm, the next two up the next, two more up one leg and the last two up the other.
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: ))
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan listened to Christian's tenor as he recited the remainder of the sonnet he had yet to write. At the request he smiled and nodded, retrieving the camera from where Cris told him it was, but setting it aside as he rejoined his lover on the bed.
"I will be happy to. When it's complete. Now, don't move or you'll ruin it." Rowan's lips tilted up in a smile and his eyes sparkled a little wickedly. Cris had asked to be teased, and Rowan had barely begun.
As he pulled his brush from the chocolate again he opened up and mirrored to Cris. Previously he had sent him his most forceful emotions. Now he focused in on the subtle ones that were much more difficult to convey. There was the ache of love in his chest, for it was there of course. Whether it grew, developed, shifted, or vanished entirely depended on what happened over the next few weeks but it was there, a tight hungering beautiful pain. Rowan tinted it with the richness of everything that love and friendship entailed; satisfaction, a sense of belonging, the sensation of being needed and desired, and, of course, raw desire itself. He gave that complex bundle of emotion to Christian as he bent over him, sitting at his side.
He leaned down, first of all, tenderly brushing his lip across Cris's. One hand reached down to gently stroke his erection, his touch still light, completely unsatisfying. Then, sitting back up, he began anew. He worked down the trunk of Christian's body now. It required stillness from his partner; if Cris moved now, Rowan's work would be hopelessly smeared. He recited softly while he worked so Cris knew what was where.
"But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair though owest;"
He worked those lines in flowing calligraphy over Christian's collar bones, into and across the hollow of his throat and just below it.
"Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest."
Those next stanzas were detailed gently over his breast, each curling stroke made with a flourish. He incorporated each erect nipple, scrolling around them but not over them with the rich, warm chocolate.
"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
Rowan had planned it well; the last two stanzas fell across the flat plane of Cris's stomach where Rowan could flourish away to his heart's content, and he did, leaving trails of curling, wet chocolate into the groove of each thigh and over his lover's hips. He sat back, raising his eyes to Christian once more.
"It's not complete until it's been signed," he said, "but I've only left one spot for that."
That hadn't originally been in his plan; he wasn't sure how Cris would feel about Rowan marking him in such a way. So Rowan watched Christian's expression while he dipped the brush once more into the pot and carefully wrote his own name in that left over spot, beginning at the tip of his erection and moving down the shaft. It was not significant of his feelings, he recognized, else he'd have left himself room over Cris's heart.
But there was plenty more chocolate and there were plenty more days. Smiling, Rowan sat back to look at his work. He reached over for the camera but before taking a picture he lay alongside Cris, careful not to disturb his work, and gently brushed his fingertips over his lover's face. Turning Christian's head toward him he kissed him softly, repeatedly, unable to fully embrace him but that was just more of the game.
When Cris had been as thoroughly kissed as Rowan could manage he pulled away again and turned the camera on. "Ready?"
"I will be happy to. When it's complete. Now, don't move or you'll ruin it." Rowan's lips tilted up in a smile and his eyes sparkled a little wickedly. Cris had asked to be teased, and Rowan had barely begun.
As he pulled his brush from the chocolate again he opened up and mirrored to Cris. Previously he had sent him his most forceful emotions. Now he focused in on the subtle ones that were much more difficult to convey. There was the ache of love in his chest, for it was there of course. Whether it grew, developed, shifted, or vanished entirely depended on what happened over the next few weeks but it was there, a tight hungering beautiful pain. Rowan tinted it with the richness of everything that love and friendship entailed; satisfaction, a sense of belonging, the sensation of being needed and desired, and, of course, raw desire itself. He gave that complex bundle of emotion to Christian as he bent over him, sitting at his side.
He leaned down, first of all, tenderly brushing his lip across Cris's. One hand reached down to gently stroke his erection, his touch still light, completely unsatisfying. Then, sitting back up, he began anew. He worked down the trunk of Christian's body now. It required stillness from his partner; if Cris moved now, Rowan's work would be hopelessly smeared. He recited softly while he worked so Cris knew what was where.
"But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair though owest;"
He worked those lines in flowing calligraphy over Christian's collar bones, into and across the hollow of his throat and just below it.
"Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest."
Those next stanzas were detailed gently over his breast, each curling stroke made with a flourish. He incorporated each erect nipple, scrolling around them but not over them with the rich, warm chocolate.
"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
Rowan had planned it well; the last two stanzas fell across the flat plane of Cris's stomach where Rowan could flourish away to his heart's content, and he did, leaving trails of curling, wet chocolate into the groove of each thigh and over his lover's hips. He sat back, raising his eyes to Christian once more.
"It's not complete until it's been signed," he said, "but I've only left one spot for that."
That hadn't originally been in his plan; he wasn't sure how Cris would feel about Rowan marking him in such a way. So Rowan watched Christian's expression while he dipped the brush once more into the pot and carefully wrote his own name in that left over spot, beginning at the tip of his erection and moving down the shaft. It was not significant of his feelings, he recognized, else he'd have left himself room over Cris's heart.
But there was plenty more chocolate and there were plenty more days. Smiling, Rowan sat back to look at his work. He reached over for the camera but before taking a picture he lay alongside Cris, careful not to disturb his work, and gently brushed his fingertips over his lover's face. Turning Christian's head toward him he kissed him softly, repeatedly, unable to fully embrace him but that was just more of the game.
When Cris had been as thoroughly kissed as Rowan could manage he pulled away again and turned the camera on. "Ready?"
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian nodded and laid back down on the towel. He should have known that Rowan wasn't finished but his lover had leaned back, probably to give him a chance to look and he thought Rowan was content with just a portion of the sonnet. [I was always amused at the thought that dear William might have dallied with a vampire for a while. Its hard to tell with poets how besotted they really are and how much is melodrama but he did express romantic love so beautifully.]
His lover kissed him gently and lightly stroked his straining erection. Cris moaned softly into those lips, his hands clutching at the bed.
Rowan had sent him emotions and now Cris sorted through them all while he watched as his lover patiently wrote along his chest. He didn't know what to say about those feelings, both painfully strong and yet fragile in their newness. He simply regarded his lover with wondering eyes. Was this the same ache in his chest that he felt? Did it explain the tenderness with which he regarded Rowan? Christian could easily explain away the protectiveness. It was his nature, but he knew that this time it -was- different. It was tinged with a possessiveness and a desire to fulfill his partner's every need.
His companion's work was far more interesting than analyzing his own confused feelings and right now he wasn't sure he could separate his from Rowan's. Christian gasped at the light touches along his abdomen and did his best to remain still.
He raised his eyebrows when his lover suggested it wasn't complete without a signature. Cris nodded slowly in agreement. [You had best hold it still or it will be unreadable.] Somehow it was very important to him that it be legible and all the restraint in the world couldn't keep him from twitching once Rowan began to carefully sign his name. He sighed softly, wistfully when his lover had finished.
Christian returned each of his partner's kisses with hungry intensity, demonstrating his desire and need with tongue and lips, while remaining carefully still. He moaned softly when Rowan pulled away.
Cris nodded that he was ready, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes. His face wasn't needed in the picture and so he did his best to rest comfortably and look peaceful despite very obvious signs of arousal.
His lover kissed him gently and lightly stroked his straining erection. Cris moaned softly into those lips, his hands clutching at the bed.
Rowan had sent him emotions and now Cris sorted through them all while he watched as his lover patiently wrote along his chest. He didn't know what to say about those feelings, both painfully strong and yet fragile in their newness. He simply regarded his lover with wondering eyes. Was this the same ache in his chest that he felt? Did it explain the tenderness with which he regarded Rowan? Christian could easily explain away the protectiveness. It was his nature, but he knew that this time it -was- different. It was tinged with a possessiveness and a desire to fulfill his partner's every need.
His companion's work was far more interesting than analyzing his own confused feelings and right now he wasn't sure he could separate his from Rowan's. Christian gasped at the light touches along his abdomen and did his best to remain still.
He raised his eyebrows when his lover suggested it wasn't complete without a signature. Cris nodded slowly in agreement. [You had best hold it still or it will be unreadable.] Somehow it was very important to him that it be legible and all the restraint in the world couldn't keep him from twitching once Rowan began to carefully sign his name. He sighed softly, wistfully when his lover had finished.
Christian returned each of his partner's kisses with hungry intensity, demonstrating his desire and need with tongue and lips, while remaining carefully still. He moaned softly when Rowan pulled away.
Cris nodded that he was ready, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes. His face wasn't needed in the picture and so he did his best to rest comfortably and look peaceful despite very obvious signs of arousal.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan knelt beside Cris on the bed, camera in hand, and frowned slightly when Cris closed his eyes and turned his head away. "That won't do," he said, leaning forward and bracing himself. He kissed his lover gently, turning his face forward. "You should look into this picture," he advised softly. "This is only beautiful because of the medium it's painted upon."
He had to stand at the foot of the bed to take a decent picture that encompassed Christian's entire body including his handsome face and gorgeous blue eyes. The dark chocolate calligraphy over his fair skin was entrancing; the smooth flourished script over the scarred evidence of a less than peaceful human life was beautiful in its way. In the end he posed Cris twice, once from above and once from the side, before putting the camera aside and once more rejoining him on the bed.
When that was done he released a wave of sheer desire toward Cris. "Just looking at you," he said by way of explanation. "There's no greater aphrodisiac."
He gently took Christian's left hand in his, stroking the palm lightly with his fingertips. The very start of the first line of the sonnet was just barely touching the heel of his hand. Rowan began there. He lowered his head, holding Christian's hand delicately, and with the very tip of his tongue he traced the calligraphy he had laid down just minutes before, swirling his way up to the beating pulse in Cris's wrist. He stopped there, sucked lightly, and grazed his fangs along the sensitive skin. He traveled slowly, painfully slowly, over Christian's arm. His free hand skimmed down to the inside of his leg, once again barely touching, lightly grazing, stroking just beneath the verse.
It was difficult to stay restrained when what he wanted so badly was to take Cris inside of him, whether into his mouth or otherwise, and give him the release he knew was needed. But Rowan had a great deal of patience. So he did not speed up, didn't apply any further pressure, simply swept his mouth and tongue over Cris's body with agonizing slowness. Now and then he stopped to kiss his lover's lips or ear or neck. As he traveled downward he paused to run his tongue along the underside of Christian's straining erection, where he was in no danger of ruining his artwork before it was time.
He stopped several times over the course of his travels, teasing Cris with tantalizing near-bites but never breaking the skin. Instead he sucked and licked and kissed and repeated the process over every inch of chocolate calligraphy and then some.
He had to stand at the foot of the bed to take a decent picture that encompassed Christian's entire body including his handsome face and gorgeous blue eyes. The dark chocolate calligraphy over his fair skin was entrancing; the smooth flourished script over the scarred evidence of a less than peaceful human life was beautiful in its way. In the end he posed Cris twice, once from above and once from the side, before putting the camera aside and once more rejoining him on the bed.
When that was done he released a wave of sheer desire toward Cris. "Just looking at you," he said by way of explanation. "There's no greater aphrodisiac."
He gently took Christian's left hand in his, stroking the palm lightly with his fingertips. The very start of the first line of the sonnet was just barely touching the heel of his hand. Rowan began there. He lowered his head, holding Christian's hand delicately, and with the very tip of his tongue he traced the calligraphy he had laid down just minutes before, swirling his way up to the beating pulse in Cris's wrist. He stopped there, sucked lightly, and grazed his fangs along the sensitive skin. He traveled slowly, painfully slowly, over Christian's arm. His free hand skimmed down to the inside of his leg, once again barely touching, lightly grazing, stroking just beneath the verse.
It was difficult to stay restrained when what he wanted so badly was to take Cris inside of him, whether into his mouth or otherwise, and give him the release he knew was needed. But Rowan had a great deal of patience. So he did not speed up, didn't apply any further pressure, simply swept his mouth and tongue over Cris's body with agonizing slowness. Now and then he stopped to kiss his lover's lips or ear or neck. As he traveled downward he paused to run his tongue along the underside of Christian's straining erection, where he was in no danger of ruining his artwork before it was time.
He stopped several times over the course of his travels, teasing Cris with tantalizing near-bites but never breaking the skin. Instead he sucked and licked and kissed and repeated the process over every inch of chocolate calligraphy and then some.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian obliged Rowan, turning towards him, a wry smile playing across his lips. Letting him move him how he pleased. He requested the picture be taken so there was no reason to be bashful now.
He gasped softly, giving his lover a look of raw need in answer to the emotional response he was sent. Cris spoke a bit breathlessly. "I'm glad you feel that way...and hope you like chocolate."
The anticipation of his lover's touch made the feel of it that much more intense. Christian moaned softly once Rowan reached his wrist and sucked gently on the sensitive skin, teasing it with his fangs. His lover's pace was tortuous. Rowan's talented mouth and the hand on the inside of his thigh lightly caressing were enough to have him arching slightly, his restraint slipping.
Rowan's patience was astounding and soon Cris found himself gasping with each lick and touch. He cried out when his partner leaned down to lick the underside of his erection before moving back to his work. The sight of his partner's head as he licked the chocolate from his chest was bewitching and the soft warm feel of his lover's tongue around his nipples, along the planes of his abdomen and the hollow of his hips felt so good it was almost painful. Cris whimpered softly as his lover's tongue glided over the insides of his thighs, so close but not close enough. He was trembling by the time Rowan had only one portion left.
He gasped softly, giving his lover a look of raw need in answer to the emotional response he was sent. Cris spoke a bit breathlessly. "I'm glad you feel that way...and hope you like chocolate."
The anticipation of his lover's touch made the feel of it that much more intense. Christian moaned softly once Rowan reached his wrist and sucked gently on the sensitive skin, teasing it with his fangs. His lover's pace was tortuous. Rowan's talented mouth and the hand on the inside of his thigh lightly caressing were enough to have him arching slightly, his restraint slipping.
Rowan's patience was astounding and soon Cris found himself gasping with each lick and touch. He cried out when his partner leaned down to lick the underside of his erection before moving back to his work. The sight of his partner's head as he licked the chocolate from his chest was bewitching and the soft warm feel of his lover's tongue around his nipples, along the planes of his abdomen and the hollow of his hips felt so good it was almost painful. Cris whimpered softly as his lover's tongue glided over the insides of his thighs, so close but not close enough. He was trembling by the time Rowan had only one portion left.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan enjoyed every little reaction Christian gave him. He had never had such an expressive lover; nor had he ever felt so attuned to someone. Each noise or movement created a corresponding response someplace deep within him as well. It was thrilling, delightful.
When he finally had only his impromptu autograph to remove he noted Cris's shaking muscles with a measure of satisfaction. The more they did that the tireder his lover would get. That aside, though, he took it as proof that Cris really did enjoy Rowan's ministrations.
Nestled between Cris's legs Rowan slid his shoulders beneath them, encouraging Cris to wrap his legs around his own shoulders or neck, as he pleased. He glanced up at Cris, loving the expression upon his face and the tension born of desire.
Lowering his head once more Rowan noted the little bead of moisture that had formed at Christian's tip. He watched Cris closely, his eyes not dropping as he gently laved the tiny opening with the tip of his tongue. He watched Christian as he enclosed the head of his rigid member in his mouth, but only the head, sucking gently and rubbing his tongue along the underside of it.
His hands gripped Cris's hips, not tightly, not restrictively. He wanted Cris free to move after having been still so long. Backing away once more, he slowly began to follow the small styled letters he had written, chasing them with his tongue.
He reached the base and ran his tongue back up, and then quickly, looking for the element of surprise, took all of Christian in at once, one of his favorite things to do. He slid back out with agonizing slowness.
"Naked again," he said with a little smile, "but I hope you can still feel my writing upon you."
He ducked his head again, teasing Cris with a mixture of short slow tongue-swirling kisses at his tip and deep delicious swallows of his entire erection. "Are you ready to come for me?" He asked upon breaking away once more.
"This is just the start," he felt compelled to point out with a smile. He had plans. Oh, yes. He had plans.
Rowan finally began to work Christian in earnest, taking his throbbing erection into his mouth with a low moan of satisfaction and sucking harder, using his tongue to massage and his lips to enclose.
Paying careful attention to Cris's responses Rowan skillfully brought him to the knife-edge of release and then backed off, waiting, until he could begin again.
When he finally had only his impromptu autograph to remove he noted Cris's shaking muscles with a measure of satisfaction. The more they did that the tireder his lover would get. That aside, though, he took it as proof that Cris really did enjoy Rowan's ministrations.
Nestled between Cris's legs Rowan slid his shoulders beneath them, encouraging Cris to wrap his legs around his own shoulders or neck, as he pleased. He glanced up at Cris, loving the expression upon his face and the tension born of desire.
Lowering his head once more Rowan noted the little bead of moisture that had formed at Christian's tip. He watched Cris closely, his eyes not dropping as he gently laved the tiny opening with the tip of his tongue. He watched Christian as he enclosed the head of his rigid member in his mouth, but only the head, sucking gently and rubbing his tongue along the underside of it.
His hands gripped Cris's hips, not tightly, not restrictively. He wanted Cris free to move after having been still so long. Backing away once more, he slowly began to follow the small styled letters he had written, chasing them with his tongue.
He reached the base and ran his tongue back up, and then quickly, looking for the element of surprise, took all of Christian in at once, one of his favorite things to do. He slid back out with agonizing slowness.
"Naked again," he said with a little smile, "but I hope you can still feel my writing upon you."
He ducked his head again, teasing Cris with a mixture of short slow tongue-swirling kisses at his tip and deep delicious swallows of his entire erection. "Are you ready to come for me?" He asked upon breaking away once more.
"This is just the start," he felt compelled to point out with a smile. He had plans. Oh, yes. He had plans.
Rowan finally began to work Christian in earnest, taking his throbbing erection into his mouth with a low moan of satisfaction and sucking harder, using his tongue to massage and his lips to enclose.
Paying careful attention to Cris's responses Rowan skillfully brought him to the knife-edge of release and then backed off, waiting, until he could begin again.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Cris gratefully draped his legs over Rowan's shoulders, watching him with hungry longing. He arched again from that first tiny touch, already his heart pounded and his whole body was flushed from the meticulous teasing that his lover had lavished upon him. Rowan's mouth closed around him, the contact more than before and it was a painful sort of ecstasy, more but still not enough.
His partner's tongue went back to teasing strokes as Rowan licked off the last remaining bit of chocolate. The lack of true stimulation was almost enough to make him weep with pent up need.
"Rowan!" Christian bucked, hands clutching tighter to the towel and covers beneath him as his lover took all of him into his mouth. He panted softly in short shuddering breaths as Rowan slowly slid away from him again.
Cris nodded his head, not trusting his voice to answer his lover's wish. [Long after.] Hundreds of years after. He knew this was one of those experiences that a person didn't forget and that became the subject of day dreams later; its intensity and perfection the stuff of which the best fantasies are made of.
His companion had him trembling more violently by the time he asked him whether he was ready to come. "God, yes."
Rowan touched him with more fulfilling gestures. His lover's talented mouth quickly brought him to the edge of satisfaction and then he pulled back. Cris gasped and moaned in desperate need, looking up at Rowan with hungry pleading eyes. "What do want from me?" To hear him ask, plead, lose all control and demand? The last he did not want to do. He had asked Rowan for this and no matter how many times his lover wished to take him to the edge Christian would enjoy each one with increased frenzy but he refused to take back the control he had freely given.
"Tell me and I'll do it."
His partner's tongue went back to teasing strokes as Rowan licked off the last remaining bit of chocolate. The lack of true stimulation was almost enough to make him weep with pent up need.
"Rowan!" Christian bucked, hands clutching tighter to the towel and covers beneath him as his lover took all of him into his mouth. He panted softly in short shuddering breaths as Rowan slowly slid away from him again.
Cris nodded his head, not trusting his voice to answer his lover's wish. [Long after.] Hundreds of years after. He knew this was one of those experiences that a person didn't forget and that became the subject of day dreams later; its intensity and perfection the stuff of which the best fantasies are made of.
His companion had him trembling more violently by the time he asked him whether he was ready to come. "God, yes."
Rowan touched him with more fulfilling gestures. His lover's talented mouth quickly brought him to the edge of satisfaction and then he pulled back. Cris gasped and moaned in desperate need, looking up at Rowan with hungry pleading eyes. "What do want from me?" To hear him ask, plead, lose all control and demand? The last he did not want to do. He had asked Rowan for this and no matter how many times his lover wished to take him to the edge Christian would enjoy each one with increased frenzy but he refused to take back the control he had freely given.
"Tell me and I'll do it."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Cris's responses to Rowan were just what he was looking for. Cris had asked to be teased and Rowan was doing his best to accommodate. When Cris asked what Rowan wanted of him, though, Rowan sat back with his brows arched. He almost invoked his empathy to make sure he was on the right course, but did not.
"I want you to enjoy this," he said with warm honesty. "I don't want you to do anything but lose yourself in it."
Christian was so passionate, it was continually stimulating just to see him, touch him, hear him. Rowan drew great satisfaction from all of that, and Cris's responses indicated he did, too.
He lowered his head again, his hands gently stroking Cris's hips. "If you want me to stop, let me know."
He never meant to be cruel to his lover. If it was truly too much sensation Cris had only to say and Rowan would finish him; for now he ran his tongue along his erection once more, dipped his head down, and began the process once more, licking, sucking, stroking with lips and tongue, teasing the best way he knew how as he caressed Cris's straining member back to the point of release once more. It didn't take nearly as long.
Pulling away he looked down at his trembling lover, trying to gauge the extent of his need. Asked for or not, he couldn't bring himself to torment Cris further. "That's enough," he murmured softly. He rested his cheek against the inside of Christian's thigh, his mouth against fevered skin, and said, "I want you exhausted, not broken."
With that whispered statement he gently sank his fangs into the sensitive flesh at the juncture of thigh and torso, his hand closing around Christian's erection, stroking for a few short seconds while he drank very lightly. Pulling away, licking the site of the bite, he quickly returned his mouth to where it had begun, taking Cris into him in all of his fullness, pushing him back to the edge, this time, and well beyond, cradling his lover's hips in both hands as his mouth and tongue stroked and cajoled him toward release.
"I want you to enjoy this," he said with warm honesty. "I don't want you to do anything but lose yourself in it."
Christian was so passionate, it was continually stimulating just to see him, touch him, hear him. Rowan drew great satisfaction from all of that, and Cris's responses indicated he did, too.
He lowered his head again, his hands gently stroking Cris's hips. "If you want me to stop, let me know."
He never meant to be cruel to his lover. If it was truly too much sensation Cris had only to say and Rowan would finish him; for now he ran his tongue along his erection once more, dipped his head down, and began the process once more, licking, sucking, stroking with lips and tongue, teasing the best way he knew how as he caressed Cris's straining member back to the point of release once more. It didn't take nearly as long.
Pulling away he looked down at his trembling lover, trying to gauge the extent of his need. Asked for or not, he couldn't bring himself to torment Cris further. "That's enough," he murmured softly. He rested his cheek against the inside of Christian's thigh, his mouth against fevered skin, and said, "I want you exhausted, not broken."
With that whispered statement he gently sank his fangs into the sensitive flesh at the juncture of thigh and torso, his hand closing around Christian's erection, stroking for a few short seconds while he drank very lightly. Pulling away, licking the site of the bite, he quickly returned his mouth to where it had begun, taking Cris into him in all of his fullness, pushing him back to the edge, this time, and well beyond, cradling his lover's hips in both hands as his mouth and tongue stroked and cajoled him toward release.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Cris watched Rowan when his lover leaned back and told him what he wanted. Sitting up, Christian leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, running a hand down his companion's cheek. "I am enjoying this very much."
Laying down once more, he favored his lover with a smirk. [Can't you tell?]
Cris replaced his legs on his partner's shoulders. When Rowan asked him if he wanted him to stop, Christian breathed out a surprised amused snort. "Hell no, Don't stop!"
He again abandoned himself to Rowan's talented ministrations, vaguely noting how quickly he was back to the breaking point, panting and quivering. Cris looked up at his lover as he waited for the next round to begin. His eyebrows rose at his partner's words and a small smile played across his lips. Christian couldn't deny that another round of two of teasing might have done exactly that, broken him. He would like to believe otherwise but right this moment he wanted Rowan so badly that his lover's words were a lifeline, accurate or not, he'd hold onto them for dear life. Perhaps that is what made them true
Christian cried out in shocked pleasure as Rowan bit him. The feel of his lover taking his blood and the hand that worked him so skillfully had him arching and gasping, his shaky cries of pleasure foreign to his own ears. Rowan's mouth once more closed around his entire length; the feeling of that wet warmth was pure bliss. His partner pushed him quickly over the edge with long deep strokes and his talented tongue.
"Oh god, Rowan..." It was a cry and a warning. Cris arched in blissful agony as the long awaited climax overtook him. He shook violently, his muscles rigid and then trembling, weak and relaxed after being tense with desire for so long. Christian lay there, chest heaving, body twitching and had to admit his lover had done as he requested. Cris couldn't find the energy to move a muscle.
His voice was soft and husky from overuse when he spoke."Please, come here. Let me hold you for just a moment." After laying so still, he wanted to wrap his arms around Rowan and feel his lover against him.
Laying down once more, he favored his lover with a smirk. [Can't you tell?]
Cris replaced his legs on his partner's shoulders. When Rowan asked him if he wanted him to stop, Christian breathed out a surprised amused snort. "Hell no, Don't stop!"
He again abandoned himself to Rowan's talented ministrations, vaguely noting how quickly he was back to the breaking point, panting and quivering. Cris looked up at his lover as he waited for the next round to begin. His eyebrows rose at his partner's words and a small smile played across his lips. Christian couldn't deny that another round of two of teasing might have done exactly that, broken him. He would like to believe otherwise but right this moment he wanted Rowan so badly that his lover's words were a lifeline, accurate or not, he'd hold onto them for dear life. Perhaps that is what made them true
Christian cried out in shocked pleasure as Rowan bit him. The feel of his lover taking his blood and the hand that worked him so skillfully had him arching and gasping, his shaky cries of pleasure foreign to his own ears. Rowan's mouth once more closed around his entire length; the feeling of that wet warmth was pure bliss. His partner pushed him quickly over the edge with long deep strokes and his talented tongue.
"Oh god, Rowan..." It was a cry and a warning. Cris arched in blissful agony as the long awaited climax overtook him. He shook violently, his muscles rigid and then trembling, weak and relaxed after being tense with desire for so long. Christian lay there, chest heaving, body twitching and had to admit his lover had done as he requested. Cris couldn't find the energy to move a muscle.
His voice was soft and husky from overuse when he spoke."Please, come here. Let me hold you for just a moment." After laying so still, he wanted to wrap his arms around Rowan and feel his lover against him.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan gave a soft amused laugh at Cris's smirk. [I did get a little clue in there somewhere,] he returned before applying himself once more.
Christian's voice was wonderful to hear. He was such an expressive, open partner. Rowan was having a hard time envisioning himself with anyone else at all anymore. It was a humbling revelation that he wouldn't voice out loud. Cris had made him no promises, and it was yet too early in the relationship to expect them. It didn't stop him from acknowledging his own feelings though.
Deeper thoughts were set aside as he enjoyed bringing Cris back to the point of release and past it. He continued to lick and suck gently as Cris came, the richness of him mingling with the aftertaste of blood in a combination that had Rowan moaning softly around him with pleasure.
He released Christian at his request but took a moment to admire his well-spent efforts. Cris was beautiful, reclined on the white and blue covers in blissful exhaustion. Rowan stretched out beside him, sliding up next to him, gently kissing him as he laid his head upon Cris's shoulder. He let his hand drape comfortably over Cris's stomach, tracing the contours lazily with his fingertips and wondering once again how someone like Cris came to be alone. Not that he wasn't glad for it.
"You are an incredible man," he murmured softly, smiling into Cris's neck. "I'm glad I can bring you pleasure."
A simple sentiment perhaps, but a very true one.
Christian's voice was wonderful to hear. He was such an expressive, open partner. Rowan was having a hard time envisioning himself with anyone else at all anymore. It was a humbling revelation that he wouldn't voice out loud. Cris had made him no promises, and it was yet too early in the relationship to expect them. It didn't stop him from acknowledging his own feelings though.
Deeper thoughts were set aside as he enjoyed bringing Cris back to the point of release and past it. He continued to lick and suck gently as Cris came, the richness of him mingling with the aftertaste of blood in a combination that had Rowan moaning softly around him with pleasure.
He released Christian at his request but took a moment to admire his well-spent efforts. Cris was beautiful, reclined on the white and blue covers in blissful exhaustion. Rowan stretched out beside him, sliding up next to him, gently kissing him as he laid his head upon Cris's shoulder. He let his hand drape comfortably over Cris's stomach, tracing the contours lazily with his fingertips and wondering once again how someone like Cris came to be alone. Not that he wasn't glad for it.
"You are an incredible man," he murmured softly, smiling into Cris's neck. "I'm glad I can bring you pleasure."
A simple sentiment perhaps, but a very true one.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian smiled as Rowan pulled away from the gentle kiss and settled down next to him. For a long moment he simply laid there being held, finding it difficult to move no matter how much he wanted. It would be very easy to drift off to sleep with Rowan nestled next to him but he was determined to return the favor.
At least his lover's patient attentions had managed to burn off most of the alcohol. He sighed contentedly and then rolled over, wrapping his arms around his companion.
"I don't know why you say that but I'm glad that you think so." Cris smiled at Rowan. "I should be the one expressing amazement and when my wits return then I'll do that more properly."
He ran a finger lightly down his lover's side, tracing them over the curve of one hip. "Until then what is it that you wish?" Christian watched the green -grey eyes with a hint of mischief. "You fulfilled my request wonderfully. I would like to do something of the same for you but only if you want it."
Cris leaned forward and nuzzled softly against his lover's neck, grinning. "Though you don't want me to write on you." He chuckled quietly before explaining. "I would have to write a book. It could take ages." His writing was neat and precise, even his script. There had never been much flash and in modern times it had grown smaller, sharper, as the art of letter writing gave way to simple straight forward communication. Either that it or it was a product of painting on tiny toys; either way, in his hand he could probably write an entire play of Shakespeare's on Rowan's body.
"But I'm sure I can come up with something...perhaps it won't be a work of art."
At least his lover's patient attentions had managed to burn off most of the alcohol. He sighed contentedly and then rolled over, wrapping his arms around his companion.
"I don't know why you say that but I'm glad that you think so." Cris smiled at Rowan. "I should be the one expressing amazement and when my wits return then I'll do that more properly."
He ran a finger lightly down his lover's side, tracing them over the curve of one hip. "Until then what is it that you wish?" Christian watched the green -grey eyes with a hint of mischief. "You fulfilled my request wonderfully. I would like to do something of the same for you but only if you want it."
Cris leaned forward and nuzzled softly against his lover's neck, grinning. "Though you don't want me to write on you." He chuckled quietly before explaining. "I would have to write a book. It could take ages." His writing was neat and precise, even his script. There had never been much flash and in modern times it had grown smaller, sharper, as the art of letter writing gave way to simple straight forward communication. Either that it or it was a product of painting on tiny toys; either way, in his hand he could probably write an entire play of Shakespeare's on Rowan's body.
"But I'm sure I can come up with something...perhaps it won't be a work of art."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan arched his brows. "Would you like to know, then? It's because you're so honest, so wonderfully open, and so deeply passionate. You said you were complex, and so you are. Wonderfully so. You constantly excite me. That's why, and that's just the start."
With that mystery hopefully explained Rowan sighed in pleasure at Cris's touch, squirming closer. He chuckled at Cris's book-writing threat, if that was what it was. "You could drive me crazy that way," he said, smiling, not looking as if the idea of holding still that long while Cris wrote a chocolate novel was that much of a hardship.
Rowan thought for a few moments. "What I want..." He shifted on Cris's bed, sitting up against the head board, propped against the pillows. "I would like to hold you for a little while first. If you like."
He wanted his lover in his arms, but what was more, Rowan wanted him excited and aroused. It might be a bit of a stretch, but it was critically important to Rowan that his partner be turned on when he was. He was willing to wait patiently for that to happen, regardless of how long it took.
He spread his legs apart, indicating where he would like Christian to be. It was a somewhat submissive position and he understood Cris's inherent aversion, however slight, from his earlier words. Thus far it hadn't seemed to bother Cris at all, but Rowan wasn't sure if it was all right to ask for that.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, however. Having Cris in his arms was something he wanted very much at the moment so there was no point in not voicing that desire.
With that mystery hopefully explained Rowan sighed in pleasure at Cris's touch, squirming closer. He chuckled at Cris's book-writing threat, if that was what it was. "You could drive me crazy that way," he said, smiling, not looking as if the idea of holding still that long while Cris wrote a chocolate novel was that much of a hardship.
Rowan thought for a few moments. "What I want..." He shifted on Cris's bed, sitting up against the head board, propped against the pillows. "I would like to hold you for a little while first. If you like."
He wanted his lover in his arms, but what was more, Rowan wanted him excited and aroused. It might be a bit of a stretch, but it was critically important to Rowan that his partner be turned on when he was. He was willing to wait patiently for that to happen, regardless of how long it took.
He spread his legs apart, indicating where he would like Christian to be. It was a somewhat submissive position and he understood Cris's inherent aversion, however slight, from his earlier words. Thus far it hadn't seemed to bother Cris at all, but Rowan wasn't sure if it was all right to ask for that.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, however. Having Cris in his arms was something he wanted very much at the moment so there was no point in not voicing that desire.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian flushed with embarrassed pleasure at Rowan's comments. They were, like the redhead himself, very kind and expressive. He was glad that he was seen in such a light though being told he was open and passionate were a bit of a surprise. Cris wondered what the Tower gossips would make of that. He also wondered what Rowan would think of the common theory that he was an android. It was probably a good thing they just had a picture and not video of the last hour or so. It would totally dispel one of his favorite rumors.
He walked his fingers back up his lover's side, over one shoulder and up his neck before saying. "That would be the idea. I'm pretty sure."
Cris looked up as Rowan moved to lean back against the pillows. He arched his spine, tilting his head back to look at his lover with raised eyebrows. "Just hold me?" Christian considered the man for a moment, thinking very little teasing was going to get done that way.
Looking at the view between his partner's spread legs, one eyebrow quirked higher. Cris flipped back over onto his stomach and pulled himself toward Rowan. Once his head and chest were between his lover's legs, he licked a long line along the underside of Rowan's erection, finishing with a lingering kiss to the head. Arching himself toward his lover, he raised up onto his arms, sliding against Rowan as he did. Christian came to a sitting position in front of his companion and then put both of his legs over Rowan's, scooting himself forward and wrapping his legs around his partner's waist. He ran his hands gently over his lover's chest before wrapping them around Rowan's neck, moving closer until he was pressed up against him.
Leaning in and pulling Rowan to him, he kissed his way up to his lover's ear. Christian's tongue teased the outer rim and before toying with the hoops, one hand finding its way into his partner's hair. He spoke softly next to Rowan's ear. "So hold me."
He walked his fingers back up his lover's side, over one shoulder and up his neck before saying. "That would be the idea. I'm pretty sure."
Cris looked up as Rowan moved to lean back against the pillows. He arched his spine, tilting his head back to look at his lover with raised eyebrows. "Just hold me?" Christian considered the man for a moment, thinking very little teasing was going to get done that way.
Looking at the view between his partner's spread legs, one eyebrow quirked higher. Cris flipped back over onto his stomach and pulled himself toward Rowan. Once his head and chest were between his lover's legs, he licked a long line along the underside of Rowan's erection, finishing with a lingering kiss to the head. Arching himself toward his lover, he raised up onto his arms, sliding against Rowan as he did. Christian came to a sitting position in front of his companion and then put both of his legs over Rowan's, scooting himself forward and wrapping his legs around his partner's waist. He ran his hands gently over his lover's chest before wrapping them around Rowan's neck, moving closer until he was pressed up against him.
Leaning in and pulling Rowan to him, he kissed his way up to his lover's ear. Christian's tongue teased the outer rim and before toying with the hoops, one hand finding its way into his partner's hair. He spoke softly next to Rowan's ear. "So hold me."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan admired the color in Cris's face, which spread downward a bit. Modest too, apparently. But he called it like he saw it, without the aid of empathy, and he stood by his opinion of his lover.
Christian's touches were light, teasing, as he played his fingers up Rowan's side. Rowan shivered involuntarily. As Cris looked back and up at him Rowan was agan struck by the perfection of his features. He was breathtaking; so Rowan didn't bother breathing after an initial inhale.
He held up one finger at Cris's question. "For now," he qualified. Clearly, he was ready to go. But he was trying to find patience with himself.
That was very difficult to do as Cris moved closer to him in the most suggestive way possible. Rowan remembered to breathe again as Cris's tongue met his sensitive skin, gasping as it did. When his partner's mouth caressed his tip he let out a soft moan.
Cris straddling his lap was delicious. Rowan was filled with a nearly irresistible urge to slide himself into Christian and take him immediately, but that wasn't what he wanted right now. He did open up and mirror his emotions to Cris so his partner would know for sure what effect his movements had on Rowan. It was intense, more than Rowan usually felt in this situation, exponentially more.
As Cris locked his legs around Rowan's waist and proceeded to toy with his ear, Rowan slid his hands around Cris's narrow waist. He followed with his arms, returning his partner's embrace and pulling Cris closer too.
He moaned again at the feel of Cris's warm, wet mouth on his neck and ear, his skin erupting in little points as he shivered yet again. He was determined, however, to do this his way. He slid his arms around Cris's back and slowly massaged the muscles there, so recently taxed.
Breathing deeply Rowan uttered a long sigh. "You make it difficult. I find it hard to believe you're making it difficult on purpose though. You'd never do that."
Even as he said it has hands had begun to roam again, rubbing higher, caressing the nape of Cris's neck. Rowan returned the playful kissing by pulling Cris close and capturing his mouth, gently requesting entry with his probing tongue.
Christian's touches were light, teasing, as he played his fingers up Rowan's side. Rowan shivered involuntarily. As Cris looked back and up at him Rowan was agan struck by the perfection of his features. He was breathtaking; so Rowan didn't bother breathing after an initial inhale.
He held up one finger at Cris's question. "For now," he qualified. Clearly, he was ready to go. But he was trying to find patience with himself.
That was very difficult to do as Cris moved closer to him in the most suggestive way possible. Rowan remembered to breathe again as Cris's tongue met his sensitive skin, gasping as it did. When his partner's mouth caressed his tip he let out a soft moan.
Cris straddling his lap was delicious. Rowan was filled with a nearly irresistible urge to slide himself into Christian and take him immediately, but that wasn't what he wanted right now. He did open up and mirror his emotions to Cris so his partner would know for sure what effect his movements had on Rowan. It was intense, more than Rowan usually felt in this situation, exponentially more.
As Cris locked his legs around Rowan's waist and proceeded to toy with his ear, Rowan slid his hands around Cris's narrow waist. He followed with his arms, returning his partner's embrace and pulling Cris closer too.
He moaned again at the feel of Cris's warm, wet mouth on his neck and ear, his skin erupting in little points as he shivered yet again. He was determined, however, to do this his way. He slid his arms around Cris's back and slowly massaged the muscles there, so recently taxed.
Breathing deeply Rowan uttered a long sigh. "You make it difficult. I find it hard to believe you're making it difficult on purpose though. You'd never do that."
Even as he said it has hands had begun to roam again, rubbing higher, caressing the nape of Cris's neck. Rowan returned the playful kissing by pulling Cris close and capturing his mouth, gently requesting entry with his probing tongue.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
His lover's gasps and moans were beautiful and they did a lot to push back the want for sleep. Christian was not entirely sure this being still and being held thing was a good idea for that reason. It greatly increased his chances of falling unconscious on Rowan and he didn't want to do that. Not when his lover had so patiently brought him so much pleasure.
Cris smiled, his lips pressed against his lover's neck. "It doesn't seem difficult to me. You're holding me.... I'm holding you."
He grazed his fangs lightly along Rowan's collarbone. Moving upward Cris sucked harder, working his tongue against the now hot skin beneath his mouth. [Sitting like this with you so hard. Do you know how difficult it is not to slide your cock inside me and ride you for hours?] Christian studiously kept his fingers off the member in question. He was being good, right? Instead he traced his fingertips lightly down the insides of Rowan's thighs, so conveniently spread apart for him. [Would you behave that long or would I need to tie you to the headboard?]
Returning his lover's kiss, Christian granted access to his mouth, teasing with his tongue. Gently tugging on Rowan's bottom lip, he asked. [I'm curious was there a reason you wanted to wait?] He smiled against his partner's lips and added. [I might get the impression that seeing me trembling beneath you and calling your name didn't turn you on...but I believe there's evidence otherwise.] His gaze was mischievous, he hadn't needed Rowan's glamour to tell him that his lover was plenty aroused. Cris was only teasing but he did wonder at the affectionate request that was so wonderfully patient of his lover.
Was Rowan waiting for him? Did his partner feel that he needed to be held and told tender things afterward? It was perhaps odd but that situation had not happened, by his will, in a long time. Occasionally he met a one night stand who got a bit clingy or chatty afterward. Sometimes he held them close and let them talk. With Rowan it was different; he wanted to fall asleep with the redhead in his arms and he wanted to see him first thing when he woke. It was just that if he laid his head against that broad chest and let Rowan wrap his arms around him it would feel so good, so comfortable and he'd fall asleep. Cris could sense it.
Leaning back he was serious for a moment. "I do love this. Holding you and being held by you." He didn't want Rowan to misunderstand him. "I want to wake up tangled together." Christian wrapped his arms around his companion and pulled him close, laying his cheek against one broad shoulder. His eyes fell shut and his body started to relax almost immediately. Rowan had the strangest effects on him. Pulling himself back up, he returned his attentions to the other side of his partner's neck. [Is leather cord okay, pair of handcuffs, a couple of neckties...Of course this idea doesn't use the chocolate...]
Cris smiled, his lips pressed against his lover's neck. "It doesn't seem difficult to me. You're holding me.... I'm holding you."
He grazed his fangs lightly along Rowan's collarbone. Moving upward Cris sucked harder, working his tongue against the now hot skin beneath his mouth. [Sitting like this with you so hard. Do you know how difficult it is not to slide your cock inside me and ride you for hours?] Christian studiously kept his fingers off the member in question. He was being good, right? Instead he traced his fingertips lightly down the insides of Rowan's thighs, so conveniently spread apart for him. [Would you behave that long or would I need to tie you to the headboard?]
Returning his lover's kiss, Christian granted access to his mouth, teasing with his tongue. Gently tugging on Rowan's bottom lip, he asked. [I'm curious was there a reason you wanted to wait?] He smiled against his partner's lips and added. [I might get the impression that seeing me trembling beneath you and calling your name didn't turn you on...but I believe there's evidence otherwise.] His gaze was mischievous, he hadn't needed Rowan's glamour to tell him that his lover was plenty aroused. Cris was only teasing but he did wonder at the affectionate request that was so wonderfully patient of his lover.
Was Rowan waiting for him? Did his partner feel that he needed to be held and told tender things afterward? It was perhaps odd but that situation had not happened, by his will, in a long time. Occasionally he met a one night stand who got a bit clingy or chatty afterward. Sometimes he held them close and let them talk. With Rowan it was different; he wanted to fall asleep with the redhead in his arms and he wanted to see him first thing when he woke. It was just that if he laid his head against that broad chest and let Rowan wrap his arms around him it would feel so good, so comfortable and he'd fall asleep. Cris could sense it.
Leaning back he was serious for a moment. "I do love this. Holding you and being held by you." He didn't want Rowan to misunderstand him. "I want to wake up tangled together." Christian wrapped his arms around his companion and pulled him close, laying his cheek against one broad shoulder. His eyes fell shut and his body started to relax almost immediately. Rowan had the strangest effects on him. Pulling himself back up, he returned his attentions to the other side of his partner's neck. [Is leather cord okay, pair of handcuffs, a couple of neckties...Of course this idea doesn't use the chocolate...]
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan was having a very hard time coming up with an argument. Or coherent speech altogether. He settled for gasping and giving a soft whimper as Cris kissed his neck, moaning softly as he felt his partner's fangs along his collar bone. He arched his back, tilting his head away, unable to form a sentence momentarily otherwise he might have begged Cris to bite him.
The sensation of Christian's sucking mouth combined with the voice in his head made it no easier. [Oh god. You don't play fair.] He struggled to piece his thoughts together. [If you still have 'hours' left in you, I was an abject failure at my job. But...] The mental image of Cris doing just that, riding him, Rowan buried deeply inside him, had him shifting his hips restlessly, his erection hard, aching. [I would behave. For now. If only to keep my hands on you.]
Rowan had no objection to being restrained whatsoever, but he did want to be able to touch tonight, to fill his eyes and hands with the sight and feel of Cris. Of course if Cris truly desired him tied, Rowan would gladly, eagerly submit.
Christian's kiss was gentle; Rowan's was uncharacteristically urgent, insistent, needful. Patience was abandoning him, leaving him feeling hot desire, agonizing, almost painful need. He gasped into Christian's kiss, tightening his arms around his partner. [Waiting... for you,] he sent with some difficulty. [Turned on beyond belief but... it's not worth it without you. Feeling you tense, feeling you come.]
Those things were incredible aphrodisiacs to Rowan; not that he required them, but his attentiveness to his partner was driven by the fact that he deeply enjoyed feeling his release. [Need that. Need you.] he wasn't even sure how much sense he was making anymore. Cris's ministrations were reducing him to something much less sophisticated in thought.
Cris rested against him for just a moment and Rowan let out a soft sigh... whether of relief or disappointment, he couldn't say. Both, perhaps. But Christian was leaning back again almost immediately, and as he moved to the other side of Rowan's neck Rowan slipped his hands beneath Cris's ass and lifted, pulling him closer, closing his eyes and gasping softly again.
"I love everything you're doing," he managed to grind out. "I want to wait for you... and I'm not sure I can."
The more contact there was between himself and Cris, the more certain Rowan became that he could not, in fact, hold out. Finally he gave a soft, strangled cry, burying his own face in Cris's neck, nibbling gently, running his mouth over the pulsing vein within while his whole body tensed.
He let the moment pass, regaining control, and leaning back against the headboard. He forced his arms to release Christian and smiled at his lover. [Cords, ties... no cuffs please. Just... take me. Any way. I can't wait like I should.]
He closed his eyes against another wave of rampant desire, his whole body trembling. Opening his eyes he gave up trying to speak and just looked at Christian with a pleading expression.
The sensation of Christian's sucking mouth combined with the voice in his head made it no easier. [Oh god. You don't play fair.] He struggled to piece his thoughts together. [If you still have 'hours' left in you, I was an abject failure at my job. But...] The mental image of Cris doing just that, riding him, Rowan buried deeply inside him, had him shifting his hips restlessly, his erection hard, aching. [I would behave. For now. If only to keep my hands on you.]
Rowan had no objection to being restrained whatsoever, but he did want to be able to touch tonight, to fill his eyes and hands with the sight and feel of Cris. Of course if Cris truly desired him tied, Rowan would gladly, eagerly submit.
Christian's kiss was gentle; Rowan's was uncharacteristically urgent, insistent, needful. Patience was abandoning him, leaving him feeling hot desire, agonizing, almost painful need. He gasped into Christian's kiss, tightening his arms around his partner. [Waiting... for you,] he sent with some difficulty. [Turned on beyond belief but... it's not worth it without you. Feeling you tense, feeling you come.]
Those things were incredible aphrodisiacs to Rowan; not that he required them, but his attentiveness to his partner was driven by the fact that he deeply enjoyed feeling his release. [Need that. Need you.] he wasn't even sure how much sense he was making anymore. Cris's ministrations were reducing him to something much less sophisticated in thought.
Cris rested against him for just a moment and Rowan let out a soft sigh... whether of relief or disappointment, he couldn't say. Both, perhaps. But Christian was leaning back again almost immediately, and as he moved to the other side of Rowan's neck Rowan slipped his hands beneath Cris's ass and lifted, pulling him closer, closing his eyes and gasping softly again.
"I love everything you're doing," he managed to grind out. "I want to wait for you... and I'm not sure I can."
The more contact there was between himself and Cris, the more certain Rowan became that he could not, in fact, hold out. Finally he gave a soft, strangled cry, burying his own face in Cris's neck, nibbling gently, running his mouth over the pulsing vein within while his whole body tensed.
He let the moment pass, regaining control, and leaning back against the headboard. He forced his arms to release Christian and smiled at his lover. [Cords, ties... no cuffs please. Just... take me. Any way. I can't wait like I should.]
He closed his eyes against another wave of rampant desire, his whole body trembling. Opening his eyes he gave up trying to speak and just looked at Christian with a pleading expression.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
[Not abject failure. I just have excellent motivation.] Rowan grinding his hips against him told him that his mental image did not go unappreciated. Christian returned the favor, rubbing up against his lover suggestively.
Christian listened to his partner's replies. He smiled into his lover's neck, his sending somewhat surprised and incredulous. [You want me to come again?] Rowan had said he was waiting on him to be ready to be able to do so again. [My but aren't we greedy?] He laughed as he sent it, not thinking that of his lover at all. [If there is anyone who could convince me to be ready again, its you.]
He felt Rowan's hands beneath him, lifting him up. Cris hummed his approval against his partner's neck and rocked his hips suggestively along his lover's erection. Leaning back, he regarded Rowan with intense blue eyes. "Oh you can." Leaning forward, he kissed him deeply. [And I'll make sure you do.]
Rowan leaned back and submitted to whatever he could think up, saying he didn't think he could wait. Christian slid off his lover and went to the closet. Finding the box of things for nights out at the HoP, he found some soft leather straps; he also brought back a necktie. Coming around to the foot of the bed, he gently tugged on Rowan's ankles until his lover was laying flat once more. He straddled his companion's waist, dragging the suede straps lightly across his lover's chest. Leaning over Rowan, Christian tied each of them to the headboard. He then sat back and ran the neck tie between his hands.
"Though I like the thought of you tied to my bed. I'll honor your request since you said you can behave." With a smile he added. "However, its my turn to tease."
"Close your eyes." Cris bent down and gently kissed first one eyelid and then the other before wrapping the makeshift blindfold over his lover's eyes.
He settled down and picked up the paintbrush Rowan had been using and dipped it into the chocolate.
Christian listened to his partner's replies. He smiled into his lover's neck, his sending somewhat surprised and incredulous. [You want me to come again?] Rowan had said he was waiting on him to be ready to be able to do so again. [My but aren't we greedy?] He laughed as he sent it, not thinking that of his lover at all. [If there is anyone who could convince me to be ready again, its you.]
He felt Rowan's hands beneath him, lifting him up. Cris hummed his approval against his partner's neck and rocked his hips suggestively along his lover's erection. Leaning back, he regarded Rowan with intense blue eyes. "Oh you can." Leaning forward, he kissed him deeply. [And I'll make sure you do.]
Rowan leaned back and submitted to whatever he could think up, saying he didn't think he could wait. Christian slid off his lover and went to the closet. Finding the box of things for nights out at the HoP, he found some soft leather straps; he also brought back a necktie. Coming around to the foot of the bed, he gently tugged on Rowan's ankles until his lover was laying flat once more. He straddled his companion's waist, dragging the suede straps lightly across his lover's chest. Leaning over Rowan, Christian tied each of them to the headboard. He then sat back and ran the neck tie between his hands.
"Though I like the thought of you tied to my bed. I'll honor your request since you said you can behave." With a smile he added. "However, its my turn to tease."
"Close your eyes." Cris bent down and gently kissed first one eyelid and then the other before wrapping the makeshift blindfold over his lover's eyes.
He settled down and picked up the paintbrush Rowan had been using and dipped it into the chocolate.