It was bad enough that Rowan was already ridiculously close to losing control of himself. Having Cris rub against him, that way, elicited a short cry of agonized need.
Looking up at Cris, Rowan smiled a little bit wickedly. [Yes. I'm greedy. I can't get enough of you, and yes, I want you again.] He tried for 'innocent' instead of 'wicked.' [I can? How? Would it help to know I'm already dreaming about having your cock in my mouth again? How you taste and how you feel? The way you say my name when you're about to come?]
God, bad idea. That was only turning him on more. As Cris left with a promise, Rowan took a deep breath and attempted to regain some control - again. As Cris returned, Rowan could not hide his eager, hungry expression. He looked at the leather straps and said, "Thank you." He couldn't have borne chains, and even through the haze of lust he recognized Cris's caring nature.
He submitted to Christian's directives, resting his hands gently on his partner's hips when Cris straddled him, closing his eyes obediently as he was kissed and then blindfolded. As everything went dark he became very aware of other sensations; his own shallow breathing, Christian's warmth on top of him, the shift in balance as Cris leaned for something.
He remained quiet, his whole body tense with anticipation. This was normally something he wouldn't do with someone until he knew them better but Cris didn't make him nervous. Rowan trusted him and wanted him to know that.
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
Cris groaned a bit at the imagery of Rowan's sending, looking at his partner with a long look of contemplation.
"I love watching you." He sighed softly closing his eyes for a moment before adding. "the look of bliss on your face when you have me in your mouth...its beautiful."
When he returned to the bed, bringing the straps with him, Rowan thanked him. Christian assumed that it was for getting them. He did wonder why his partner had not wanted the handcuffs. Did he consider them uncomfortable? Christian would have thought that with the earlier hinted at interest in authority figures that Rowan might like a pair of handcuffs, but perhaps he only meant that he didn't want them now.
Before beginning, he bent down and kissed Rowan tenderly. Cris then put the paintbrush between his teeth and held Rowan's hands, placing them firmly along his sides [I want you to touch me, hold me like you wanted. I want you to know I'm here.] He didn't want Rowan to be without contact with the blindfold on. There was merit in that kind of thing, a loss of sensation, the anticipation of not knowing when your lover would touch you again, the surprise of contact but it is not what he wanted tonight, not with their relationship so new. Right now he just wanted Rowan to focus on the feel of what he was doing. [But you're not allowed to touch me in order to arouse. I'm sure my patience will be tried sufficiently just by watching you.]
Leaning over, he began to paint chocolate along Rowan's chest and stomach in an abstract pattern of swirls and flowing lines. He looped them around his lover's nipples and then carefully doted each one with a bit of chocolate. "Do you know that I thought you were handsome the first time I saw you? In the coffee shop?" Cris smiled as he played, remembering that time that seemed long ago now. "Thank you for talking so long about wearing the dress. It gave me a good excuse to look at you."
Setting the brush aside for the moment. Christian intended to do things differently than his partner. He leaned forward and began to patiently lick the chocolate off his lover's chest. He took great care to lick around each nipple. The he focused on each in turn, first licking, then clamping his mouth around the firm little bud, sucking harder before gently tugging on it with his teeth.
He worked his way lower licking and kissing the hard planes of Rowan's stomach, sliding himself forward and back along his lover's erection as needed to easily reach his work. [And when I saw you laying on the floor of the bookstore... Let me just say I was tempted to feign the need for CPR just so I could touch your lips.]
"I love watching you." He sighed softly closing his eyes for a moment before adding. "the look of bliss on your face when you have me in your mouth...its beautiful."
When he returned to the bed, bringing the straps with him, Rowan thanked him. Christian assumed that it was for getting them. He did wonder why his partner had not wanted the handcuffs. Did he consider them uncomfortable? Christian would have thought that with the earlier hinted at interest in authority figures that Rowan might like a pair of handcuffs, but perhaps he only meant that he didn't want them now.
Before beginning, he bent down and kissed Rowan tenderly. Cris then put the paintbrush between his teeth and held Rowan's hands, placing them firmly along his sides [I want you to touch me, hold me like you wanted. I want you to know I'm here.] He didn't want Rowan to be without contact with the blindfold on. There was merit in that kind of thing, a loss of sensation, the anticipation of not knowing when your lover would touch you again, the surprise of contact but it is not what he wanted tonight, not with their relationship so new. Right now he just wanted Rowan to focus on the feel of what he was doing. [But you're not allowed to touch me in order to arouse. I'm sure my patience will be tried sufficiently just by watching you.]
Leaning over, he began to paint chocolate along Rowan's chest and stomach in an abstract pattern of swirls and flowing lines. He looped them around his lover's nipples and then carefully doted each one with a bit of chocolate. "Do you know that I thought you were handsome the first time I saw you? In the coffee shop?" Cris smiled as he played, remembering that time that seemed long ago now. "Thank you for talking so long about wearing the dress. It gave me a good excuse to look at you."
Setting the brush aside for the moment. Christian intended to do things differently than his partner. He leaned forward and began to patiently lick the chocolate off his lover's chest. He took great care to lick around each nipple. The he focused on each in turn, first licking, then clamping his mouth around the firm little bud, sucking harder before gently tugging on it with his teeth.
He worked his way lower licking and kissing the hard planes of Rowan's stomach, sliding himself forward and back along his lover's erection as needed to easily reach his work. [And when I saw you laying on the floor of the bookstore... Let me just say I was tempted to feign the need for CPR just so I could touch your lips.]
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan smiled into Christian's kiss and obligingly rested his hands on his lover's sides, smoothing them up and down, enjoying the touch. He bit his own lip gently and nodded at Cris's rules. [I'm hardly likely to forget you're there,] he sent back. [I'll try to behave.]
If Cris felt the same way as he did, Rowan wasn't sure how to touch him and not arouse him, even if that was the intent or not. He focused on staying still, just brushing the pads of his thumbs lightly over Cris's skin.
He sighed and arched his back as the warm wet brush touched his chest. A low soft laugh rumbled in his chest, a little sultry, a little agonized. His hands tightened unconsciously and he held as still as he could.
"I didn't know that," he said a little breathlessly. "I like... that you liked looking. I thought the same... about you."
He groaned as Cris bent and began to lick the chocolate from his chest. He gasped, his entire body tensing, as Cris found his nipples and played with each in turn. Christian's further travels had him moaning softly and then progressively louder. Already stressed near to the breaking point Rowan formed his lover's name with some difficulty. "Christian..."
He was glad for Cris's sending, for he didn't trust his voice. [Your hands in my hair. They felt good.] He did remember the touch of those cool, slender fingers. "I enjoyed it. Any time you... touch me. I love it."
His words were broken up as Christan rubbed against him. He gasped and sighed, keeping his hands in touch with some part of Cris the whole time and doing his best not to let them stray, although he was sorely tempted.
If Cris felt the same way as he did, Rowan wasn't sure how to touch him and not arouse him, even if that was the intent or not. He focused on staying still, just brushing the pads of his thumbs lightly over Cris's skin.
He sighed and arched his back as the warm wet brush touched his chest. A low soft laugh rumbled in his chest, a little sultry, a little agonized. His hands tightened unconsciously and he held as still as he could.
"I didn't know that," he said a little breathlessly. "I like... that you liked looking. I thought the same... about you."
He groaned as Cris bent and began to lick the chocolate from his chest. He gasped, his entire body tensing, as Cris found his nipples and played with each in turn. Christian's further travels had him moaning softly and then progressively louder. Already stressed near to the breaking point Rowan formed his lover's name with some difficulty. "Christian..."
He was glad for Cris's sending, for he didn't trust his voice. [Your hands in my hair. They felt good.] He did remember the touch of those cool, slender fingers. "I enjoyed it. Any time you... touch me. I love it."
His words were broken up as Christan rubbed against him. He gasped and sighed, keeping his hands in touch with some part of Cris the whole time and doing his best not to let them stray, although he was sorely tempted.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian smiled at Rowan. "Oh really? And what did you notice first?" He was dressed for work that first day, without the earpiece so he wondered what there was to see in a suit.
As he gently licked the chocolate from his lover's skin, he enjoyed every moan and how they increased in frequency and volume. If Rowan kept arching and twitching beneath him then it would take no time at all before he was beyond ready and back to impatient again. Still, right now he planned on taking his time.
Rowan calling his name made him smile. Cris leaned over his lover and drew close to his ear. His voice was soft and sultry. "Yes, Rue?" He ran his tongue along the outer edge of Rowan's ear and into the depression behind it, the beginning of his lover's jaw. "Is there something I can do for you?"
He leaned back and looked down at his partner. "You liked that then?" Christian had enjoyed running his hands through Rowan's bright red hair, sinfully so. He had almost felt he had been taking advantage of the poor man, being so familiar.
Moving forward, Cris straddled Rowan's recently cleaned chest and picked up the paintbrush again. With great patience, he scrolled lines across his lover's collarbone, neck, hollow of his throat and up to the back of his ear. Leaning down, he blew across it to dry it more quickly. [I want to take my time here. Make a row of marks along your neck, so slowly that the first one fades before the last is made.] He tilted Rowan's head to the other side and began brushing chocolate along it as well, giving his partner time to dwell on his intentions. When it was done, he blew his breath gently across it and then returned to the chocolate. Christian considered Rowan for a moment and then said.
"But that will wait."
He moved off to one side and began painting the inside of one thigh and the backside of the knee. [I will have plenty more fantasies to take with me back to work.] Cris turned around and started up the other one. [Shall I share some with you now?] He bent and kissed the tip of Rowan's straining erection waiting for an answer before going back to work. [Perhaps you'd like to know all the naughty thoughts I'm likely to be having about you.]
As he gently licked the chocolate from his lover's skin, he enjoyed every moan and how they increased in frequency and volume. If Rowan kept arching and twitching beneath him then it would take no time at all before he was beyond ready and back to impatient again. Still, right now he planned on taking his time.
Rowan calling his name made him smile. Cris leaned over his lover and drew close to his ear. His voice was soft and sultry. "Yes, Rue?" He ran his tongue along the outer edge of Rowan's ear and into the depression behind it, the beginning of his lover's jaw. "Is there something I can do for you?"
He leaned back and looked down at his partner. "You liked that then?" Christian had enjoyed running his hands through Rowan's bright red hair, sinfully so. He had almost felt he had been taking advantage of the poor man, being so familiar.
Moving forward, Cris straddled Rowan's recently cleaned chest and picked up the paintbrush again. With great patience, he scrolled lines across his lover's collarbone, neck, hollow of his throat and up to the back of his ear. Leaning down, he blew across it to dry it more quickly. [I want to take my time here. Make a row of marks along your neck, so slowly that the first one fades before the last is made.] He tilted Rowan's head to the other side and began brushing chocolate along it as well, giving his partner time to dwell on his intentions. When it was done, he blew his breath gently across it and then returned to the chocolate. Christian considered Rowan for a moment and then said.
"But that will wait."
He moved off to one side and began painting the inside of one thigh and the backside of the knee. [I will have plenty more fantasies to take with me back to work.] Cris turned around and started up the other one. [Shall I share some with you now?] He bent and kissed the tip of Rowan's straining erection waiting for an answer before going back to work. [Perhaps you'd like to know all the naughty thoughts I'm likely to be having about you.]
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan trembled as he tried not to thrash beneath Christian. He shook harder as he did his very best to maintain control and answer the question. What had he noticed first about Cris?
"Eyes," he gasped out. "You have beautiful... kind eyes."
Expressive eyes, which had seen centuries, no doubt. Cris did not strike him as a young vampire, nor did young vampires earn the rank and responsibility that Cris had. Rowan could easily get lost in those eyes.
Christian's sinfully wicked tongue running along the edge of his ear made him cry out sharply. "There's plenty you can do," he groaned. "You're doing enough already though."
He smiled at the remembrance of Cris's fingers in his hair once more. "I loved it."
His struggles began anew as Cris painted upon him again, from his neck to his ear, repeating it on the other side. As Christian blew gently on his moistened skin Rowan closed his eyes tightly and lifted his hands up to grab the leather straps tied to the head board.
If Cris didn't have mercy soon, Rowan was going to be the broken one. He was dead certain of that.
Christian's offer to share more of his fantasies and daydreams evoked a whimper from Rowan. That was more than he could take. Warm lips upon the evidence of his massive arousal were almost his undoing, but Cris moved away.
Desperate, Rowan gritted his teeth and evoked his empathy. Maybe the fire it created would help take his ardor back a few notches. He felt it begin, searing into the brand upon his back and up the back of his neck. He gave a soft, strangled cry at the combined sensations as a flood of emotion from Cris hit him like a tidal wave.
Rowan basked in it for a moment, analyzing it quickly before the burning became too great. There was, of course, desire, burning down his right arm. Affection, leading into the tentative first flush of love heated sparks in his throat and down to his lungs. Determination and creativity, and, as the flames bathed his stomach, he felt protectiveness and a hint of possessiveness. Rowan made another painful noise and let the fire consume him for a moment before slamming that gate shut again.
Opening his eyes with a gasp he panted, taking in the sight of his lover... truly, his lover. "Oh god, Cris..."
He thought he could take it now. He was still hopelessly aroused but empathic fire had, indeed, cooled him off some.
"Tell me," he said softly. "Tell me so I know what you'll want when I get home from work. And look for you."
"Eyes," he gasped out. "You have beautiful... kind eyes."
Expressive eyes, which had seen centuries, no doubt. Cris did not strike him as a young vampire, nor did young vampires earn the rank and responsibility that Cris had. Rowan could easily get lost in those eyes.
Christian's sinfully wicked tongue running along the edge of his ear made him cry out sharply. "There's plenty you can do," he groaned. "You're doing enough already though."
He smiled at the remembrance of Cris's fingers in his hair once more. "I loved it."
His struggles began anew as Cris painted upon him again, from his neck to his ear, repeating it on the other side. As Christian blew gently on his moistened skin Rowan closed his eyes tightly and lifted his hands up to grab the leather straps tied to the head board.
If Cris didn't have mercy soon, Rowan was going to be the broken one. He was dead certain of that.
Christian's offer to share more of his fantasies and daydreams evoked a whimper from Rowan. That was more than he could take. Warm lips upon the evidence of his massive arousal were almost his undoing, but Cris moved away.
Desperate, Rowan gritted his teeth and evoked his empathy. Maybe the fire it created would help take his ardor back a few notches. He felt it begin, searing into the brand upon his back and up the back of his neck. He gave a soft, strangled cry at the combined sensations as a flood of emotion from Cris hit him like a tidal wave.
Rowan basked in it for a moment, analyzing it quickly before the burning became too great. There was, of course, desire, burning down his right arm. Affection, leading into the tentative first flush of love heated sparks in his throat and down to his lungs. Determination and creativity, and, as the flames bathed his stomach, he felt protectiveness and a hint of possessiveness. Rowan made another painful noise and let the fire consume him for a moment before slamming that gate shut again.
Opening his eyes with a gasp he panted, taking in the sight of his lover... truly, his lover. "Oh god, Cris..."
He thought he could take it now. He was still hopelessly aroused but empathic fire had, indeed, cooled him off some.
"Tell me," he said softly. "Tell me so I know what you'll want when I get home from work. And look for you."
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian stopped what he was doing for a moment and smiled at Rowan. That it was his eyes that were noticed and not something else; and not for being vivid blue...well it was different and nice.
Cris watched Rowan's aura almost without thinking. It was another way for him to judge how far to go and whether or not his lover was enjoying his attentions. He could see his lover's stress, him trying not to come as the sensations started to overwhelm him. It was a vivid orange beyond the very obvious very prominent red. It burned brightly, suggesting that he needed to back off a moment and then it disappeared almost entirely, replaced by stronger yellow and... pink, brighter than the pale pink he saw just earlier tonight. Cris smiled at Rowan, tenderly, amazed that his lover could feel that way so quickly.
He smoothed his hands over the outside of his partner's legs, soothing and gentle. "Its all right." Christian didn't want him to lose control yet even though Rowan had obviously done something to lessen the build up of sensation that was close to overcoming him. Leaning over his lover on his hands and knees, Cris used one hand to carefully remove the blindfold from his companion's eyes. He sat it aside and kissed Rowan gently before taking a seat between his partner's legs once more.
Slowly he began licking away the chocolate starting with the crook of one knee, tongue flicking out in delicate sweeps. [I think I might have to spend more time in my office these days. But in there I can fantasize all I want without worrying about who might see..so long as I don't get up. I can think about you hiding in there, using the space beneath my desk. Waiting for me to come sit down. I feel your hands on the fabric of my pants, undoing my belt.] Christian moved further down as he sent, licking and kissing the inside of his lover's thigh, sucking gently from time to time. [I'm already hard thinking of you. I'd watch you take me into your mouth, feel you around me...trying not to look like I'm in total ecstasy should anyone pass by the glass door. ] He paused his speech while he finished one side. He then took a moment to bath the soft sac beneath Rowan's erection with long strokes of his tongue.
Cris pulled away, holding onto the other leg. He paused again, watching Rowan. "Would you enjoy that? Seeing me, trying to maintain control, slowing losing it, my hands griping the desk so hard my knuckles are white, and my breath coming in short gasps as I try not to cry out from the feel of you, the sight of you?"
Christian raised himself up on his knees so that his lover could see the evidence of what just thinking about Rowan did to him. He was once more hard and ready just as his lover had wished for.
Cris watched Rowan's aura almost without thinking. It was another way for him to judge how far to go and whether or not his lover was enjoying his attentions. He could see his lover's stress, him trying not to come as the sensations started to overwhelm him. It was a vivid orange beyond the very obvious very prominent red. It burned brightly, suggesting that he needed to back off a moment and then it disappeared almost entirely, replaced by stronger yellow and... pink, brighter than the pale pink he saw just earlier tonight. Cris smiled at Rowan, tenderly, amazed that his lover could feel that way so quickly.
He smoothed his hands over the outside of his partner's legs, soothing and gentle. "Its all right." Christian didn't want him to lose control yet even though Rowan had obviously done something to lessen the build up of sensation that was close to overcoming him. Leaning over his lover on his hands and knees, Cris used one hand to carefully remove the blindfold from his companion's eyes. He sat it aside and kissed Rowan gently before taking a seat between his partner's legs once more.
Slowly he began licking away the chocolate starting with the crook of one knee, tongue flicking out in delicate sweeps. [I think I might have to spend more time in my office these days. But in there I can fantasize all I want without worrying about who might see..so long as I don't get up. I can think about you hiding in there, using the space beneath my desk. Waiting for me to come sit down. I feel your hands on the fabric of my pants, undoing my belt.] Christian moved further down as he sent, licking and kissing the inside of his lover's thigh, sucking gently from time to time. [I'm already hard thinking of you. I'd watch you take me into your mouth, feel you around me...trying not to look like I'm in total ecstasy should anyone pass by the glass door. ] He paused his speech while he finished one side. He then took a moment to bath the soft sac beneath Rowan's erection with long strokes of his tongue.
Cris pulled away, holding onto the other leg. He paused again, watching Rowan. "Would you enjoy that? Seeing me, trying to maintain control, slowing losing it, my hands griping the desk so hard my knuckles are white, and my breath coming in short gasps as I try not to cry out from the feel of you, the sight of you?"
Christian raised himself up on his knees so that his lover could see the evidence of what just thinking about Rowan did to him. He was once more hard and ready just as his lover had wished for.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan was reduced back to short phrases and broken sentences as Cris removed the blind from his eyes and went to work on his leg. He continued to grip the leather straps, although what he really wanted was to bury himself in Cris and hold him, love him.
The warm, wet tongue combined with Christian's voice in his head was intoxicating. The content of that sending was arousing enough to bring Rowan back to the point he'd been at when he'd tried his method of cooling off. He whimpered at the idea of fulfilling that daydream, and then cried out in near ecstasy as Cris's tongue worked wonders upon his body.
[God Cris... I want to do that.]
Yes, he nodded his head, as Christian continued out loud. Rowan would like that very much. "I'm glad you like it," he gasped. "The feel. The taste. I love tasting you. Swallowing you whole. You feel so good."
He was desperate in spite of his best efforts, once more rapidly galloping toward the edge of release.
"Christian," he warned, his voice almost unintelligible. As his lover knelt over him Rowan released the leather straps, sat up, and pulled Cris toward him to kiss him deeply, invasively.
"Sorry," he gasped, remembering Christian's condition from before. He slid his hand down, grasped Cris's erection, and stroked firmly for a moment or two before pulling his hand away. "Sorry," he panted again, balling up his hand and forcing himself back against the pillows.
He forced a wry smile out to Cris. "I'll just ... sleep under your desk" he said. Yes, that seemed like a reasonable accommodation.
The warm, wet tongue combined with Christian's voice in his head was intoxicating. The content of that sending was arousing enough to bring Rowan back to the point he'd been at when he'd tried his method of cooling off. He whimpered at the idea of fulfilling that daydream, and then cried out in near ecstasy as Cris's tongue worked wonders upon his body.
[God Cris... I want to do that.]
Yes, he nodded his head, as Christian continued out loud. Rowan would like that very much. "I'm glad you like it," he gasped. "The feel. The taste. I love tasting you. Swallowing you whole. You feel so good."
He was desperate in spite of his best efforts, once more rapidly galloping toward the edge of release.
"Christian," he warned, his voice almost unintelligible. As his lover knelt over him Rowan released the leather straps, sat up, and pulled Cris toward him to kiss him deeply, invasively.
"Sorry," he gasped, remembering Christian's condition from before. He slid his hand down, grasped Cris's erection, and stroked firmly for a moment or two before pulling his hand away. "Sorry," he panted again, balling up his hand and forcing himself back against the pillows.
He forced a wry smile out to Cris. "I'll just ... sleep under your desk" he said. Yes, that seemed like a reasonable accommodation.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Cris found himself pulled down on top of Rowan and kissed thoroughly. He returned it eagerly, not minding at all that his lover chose to ignore his rules. Rowan's hand slid down between them. Christian gasped shock, moaning softly as his partner's hand stroked him firmly before letting him go again. Rowan apologized again for doing it.
Pushing himself back up, Cris raised an eyebrow at his companion. "I can't imagine that you are too sorry."
With a patient sigh, he grasped one of Rowan's wrists and tied it to the head board. He then moved over and did the same with the other. There were, after all, repercussions to be considered, even if he did immensely enjoy his lover's touch. It also gave Rowan a break, allowing him to cool down a bit once more. When he was done, Cris leaned over and kissed his lover tenderly.
"What am I to do with you, hmm? Such a rebel." He ran his hand lightly down his companion's chest and smiled softly.
Reaching over into the drawer, he found the lube. Christian looked up at Rowan with his serious work place expression. "Breaking the rules has consequences. You realize that can't go unpunished."
Cris moved to the other side of the bed, kneeling on his hands and knees facing away from Rowan. With the lube he gently massaged his own opening in view of his partner, taking his time.
Kneeling next to his lover again, he once more coated his fingers. "If you're good and let me finish." He lifted his chin to indicate the chocolate on Rowan's neck and collarbone. "Then I'll let you loose before we come. For good behavior." Cris reached over and slowly coated Rowan's erection. His touches were light, not meant to further arouse. That would be asking too much of his partner.
Putting the tube away, he straddled Rowan once more, slowly guiding his lover inside of himself. Cris sat still for a moment, taking in the feel of Rowan deep within him. "I would rather you sleep in my bed."
Pushing himself back up, Cris raised an eyebrow at his companion. "I can't imagine that you are too sorry."
With a patient sigh, he grasped one of Rowan's wrists and tied it to the head board. He then moved over and did the same with the other. There were, after all, repercussions to be considered, even if he did immensely enjoy his lover's touch. It also gave Rowan a break, allowing him to cool down a bit once more. When he was done, Cris leaned over and kissed his lover tenderly.
"What am I to do with you, hmm? Such a rebel." He ran his hand lightly down his companion's chest and smiled softly.
Reaching over into the drawer, he found the lube. Christian looked up at Rowan with his serious work place expression. "Breaking the rules has consequences. You realize that can't go unpunished."
Cris moved to the other side of the bed, kneeling on his hands and knees facing away from Rowan. With the lube he gently massaged his own opening in view of his partner, taking his time.
Kneeling next to his lover again, he once more coated his fingers. "If you're good and let me finish." He lifted his chin to indicate the chocolate on Rowan's neck and collarbone. "Then I'll let you loose before we come. For good behavior." Cris reached over and slowly coated Rowan's erection. His touches were light, not meant to further arouse. That would be asking too much of his partner.
Putting the tube away, he straddled Rowan once more, slowly guiding his lover inside of himself. Cris sat still for a moment, taking in the feel of Rowan deep within him. "I would rather you sleep in my bed."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan summoned up a grin from somewhere and flashed it at Cris. "Maybe not as sorry as I should be," he acceded. he readily submitted to Cris's tying him to the headboard; that had been the rule after all, and he'd pretty flagrantly broken it.
He nodded. "That's me...the lawbreaker." Which might have been true in his somewhat sordid past but couldn't have been further from the truth, for the last several hundred years.
Being tied had the additional benefit, for Rowan, of calming him down slightly. There was something in the sensation of giving up control that allowed him to relax; it was slight right now, when he was in a good frame of mind. It was far more pronounced when he was under a lot more stress. He let out a long sigh and gazed affectionately at Cris.
The respite was short-lived. Christian's stern face was, he imagined, plenty effective at work. But this was not work and as it was, Rowan found it sexy. That it was followed by such an open display that he couldn't touch or assist in was equally arousing. And, to further him along, Cris's light, delicate touch on his own erection felt sinfully enjoyable, no matter how careful he was being - and he was being careful. Rowan could tell.
He shuddered with pleasure, closing his eyes briefly before re-opening them to watch in wide-eyed arousal as Cris slid himself into position. And then he gasped, tensing, as he felt Christian take him in, slowly and smoothly. Once again Rowan bit his lip, reminding himself about good behavior. He shifted experimentally, moving his hips very gently, bending his knees slightly to help brace his lover in place.
He wanted to say something witty about breaking parole but his words had flown out the window again and instead he uttered a low moan, baring his neck where Cris had yet to finish cleaning off his artwork, shivering in anticipation.
He nodded. "That's me...the lawbreaker." Which might have been true in his somewhat sordid past but couldn't have been further from the truth, for the last several hundred years.
Being tied had the additional benefit, for Rowan, of calming him down slightly. There was something in the sensation of giving up control that allowed him to relax; it was slight right now, when he was in a good frame of mind. It was far more pronounced when he was under a lot more stress. He let out a long sigh and gazed affectionately at Cris.
The respite was short-lived. Christian's stern face was, he imagined, plenty effective at work. But this was not work and as it was, Rowan found it sexy. That it was followed by such an open display that he couldn't touch or assist in was equally arousing. And, to further him along, Cris's light, delicate touch on his own erection felt sinfully enjoyable, no matter how careful he was being - and he was being careful. Rowan could tell.
He shuddered with pleasure, closing his eyes briefly before re-opening them to watch in wide-eyed arousal as Cris slid himself into position. And then he gasped, tensing, as he felt Christian take him in, slowly and smoothly. Once again Rowan bit his lip, reminding himself about good behavior. He shifted experimentally, moving his hips very gently, bending his knees slightly to help brace his lover in place.
He wanted to say something witty about breaking parole but his words had flown out the window again and instead he uttered a low moan, baring his neck where Cris had yet to finish cleaning off his artwork, shivering in anticipation.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
"That's much better." He smiled down at Rowan. Leaning forward, he began to slowly lick the chocolate along his lover's right collarbone, kissing and sucking as he went. Christian didn't take as much time as he could have, but he still gave it the attention it deserved. He reached his hand up to cradle the back of his partner's head as he leaned down and gently licked the chocolate from hollow of Rowan's throat before moving over to the other collarbone.
When he was done he pushed back along his lover's erection before sliding forward again, just once. Christian sucked on Rowan's neck gently, not in the fierce mark making manner he had described earlier. He worked his mouth and tongue along the entire length of that warm curve and then went back over it grazing lightly with his fangs. [Its so hard to resist biting you with your neck exposed for me so invitingly.]
Cris tilted Rowan's chin to the side so that he could continue his work. He didn't linger as long on the other half, either having mercy on his lover or because he, himself, was once more losing patience. Christian finished this side off with a passionate kiss, scraping along the skin with his fangs, sucking hard but not breaking the skin. He rocked his hips once more before raising up and looking into Rowan's green-grey eyes.
"I think you've been patient enough." He moved forward to reach out over his lover and untie the knots as he promised.
Sitting back up, Cris reached out his arms to Rowan. "Come hold me again." He helped his companion sit up with him still impaled as he was. He took one of Rowan's hands and placed it on his erection before wrapping both his arms around his lover's shoulders.
"Make me come with you, Rue."
With that said, he pulled himself almost completely up off his partner before pushing down again. After several more times of the same, Cris began to ride Rowan in long steady strokes.
When he was done he pushed back along his lover's erection before sliding forward again, just once. Christian sucked on Rowan's neck gently, not in the fierce mark making manner he had described earlier. He worked his mouth and tongue along the entire length of that warm curve and then went back over it grazing lightly with his fangs. [Its so hard to resist biting you with your neck exposed for me so invitingly.]
Cris tilted Rowan's chin to the side so that he could continue his work. He didn't linger as long on the other half, either having mercy on his lover or because he, himself, was once more losing patience. Christian finished this side off with a passionate kiss, scraping along the skin with his fangs, sucking hard but not breaking the skin. He rocked his hips once more before raising up and looking into Rowan's green-grey eyes.
"I think you've been patient enough." He moved forward to reach out over his lover and untie the knots as he promised.
Sitting back up, Cris reached out his arms to Rowan. "Come hold me again." He helped his companion sit up with him still impaled as he was. He took one of Rowan's hands and placed it on his erection before wrapping both his arms around his lover's shoulders.
"Make me come with you, Rue."
With that said, he pulled himself almost completely up off his partner before pushing down again. After several more times of the same, Cris began to ride Rowan in long steady strokes.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan made a soft growl of pleasure as Christian's tongue traveled gently over his collar bones and the base of his throat. He shivered, knowing his neck would be next, anticipating that warm, wet caress. As Cris moved forward and then back Rowan sucked in a sharp breath, squeezing his eyes tightly closed for a moment. Just then came the touch to his neck, eliciting a desperate moan from him. He leaned into it, panting softly, pressing against Cris's fangs and sighing when no bite was forthcoming.
[Why do you resist at all, then?] he sent back. [I want you to. I love it. I want to give to you.]
He shivered again as Cris gave similar treatment to the opposite side of his neck, again grazing his skin with his fangs. "Such a tease," he gasped softly. "That might be worse than everything else combined." He smiled at Cris to show him he didn't really mean that; not entirely. And then he groaned as Cris rocked against him.
The ties came off at last and Rowan gave a soft cry of relief. "Gladly," he said, wrapping one arm around his lover's waist and the other around his hard length.
Rowan stroked Cris slowly while his lover slid back and forth on him with painful slowness and intensity. He gasped and moaned, the renewed stimulation sending fireworks throughout his body. "I love this," he murmured, leaning into Christian's neck while he held him close. "I love that you're ready again. You feel good here."
He moved his hips in time with Cris's strokes, his hand firmly caressing his hot hardened shaft. He swirled his thumb over Cris's tip, making tiny circles that grew in size, enjoying the feel and texture of him. It wouldn't take long for him to come at this rate; not with Christian in his arms, in his hand, moving like that, feeling like that. Not after everything he'd already done.
[Why do you resist at all, then?] he sent back. [I want you to. I love it. I want to give to you.]
He shivered again as Cris gave similar treatment to the opposite side of his neck, again grazing his skin with his fangs. "Such a tease," he gasped softly. "That might be worse than everything else combined." He smiled at Cris to show him he didn't really mean that; not entirely. And then he groaned as Cris rocked against him.
The ties came off at last and Rowan gave a soft cry of relief. "Gladly," he said, wrapping one arm around his lover's waist and the other around his hard length.
Rowan stroked Cris slowly while his lover slid back and forth on him with painful slowness and intensity. He gasped and moaned, the renewed stimulation sending fireworks throughout his body. "I love this," he murmured, leaning into Christian's neck while he held him close. "I love that you're ready again. You feel good here."
He moved his hips in time with Cris's strokes, his hand firmly caressing his hot hardened shaft. He swirled his thumb over Cris's tip, making tiny circles that grew in size, enjoying the feel and texture of him. It wouldn't take long for him to come at this rate; not with Christian in his arms, in his hand, moving like that, feeling like that. Not after everything he'd already done.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Cris smiled at his lover when he asked him why he didn't bite him. [Not yet.] He didn't want Rowan to lose control just yet and biting him was a good way for that to happen. He gave his lover a fang filled grin at being called a tease. It would be difficult to deny at this point.
Christian would have to admit that he loved being like this too. This was different that his nights out with a stranger. Cris wanted Rowan's arm around him. He wanted his lover this close when he came after all the teasing. He found himself doing things that, in his pride, he'd never do with a one night stand but he knew that Rowan was interested in all of him, not just his body. It made it okay for him to let go. "Its only because I'm with you." Cris answered truthfully, before leaning forward and sucking once more on Rowan's neck.
Dragging his fangs seductively along his lover's skin, he sent. [I made you wait for so long. Now I want to feel you come for me.] He sank his teeth into Rowan's neck, drawing from the wound urgently while increasing the rhythm of his movements. Christian drew once or twice more before gently licking the wound with his tongue, not wanting to feed deeply from his lover but give him the pleasure of the a vampire's bite.
Slowly teasing his partner, hearing and seeing his responses was enough to have Cris more than ready. Now with Rowan deep inside him and his hand steadily stroking his erection, Christian found himself urgent for release once more.
Christian would have to admit that he loved being like this too. This was different that his nights out with a stranger. Cris wanted Rowan's arm around him. He wanted his lover this close when he came after all the teasing. He found himself doing things that, in his pride, he'd never do with a one night stand but he knew that Rowan was interested in all of him, not just his body. It made it okay for him to let go. "Its only because I'm with you." Cris answered truthfully, before leaning forward and sucking once more on Rowan's neck.
Dragging his fangs seductively along his lover's skin, he sent. [I made you wait for so long. Now I want to feel you come for me.] He sank his teeth into Rowan's neck, drawing from the wound urgently while increasing the rhythm of his movements. Christian drew once or twice more before gently licking the wound with his tongue, not wanting to feed deeply from his lover but give him the pleasure of the a vampire's bite.
Slowly teasing his partner, hearing and seeing his responses was enough to have Cris more than ready. Now with Rowan deep inside him and his hand steadily stroking his erection, Christian found himself urgent for release once more.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan timed each thrust with Christian's rhythm, his hand working his partner in time with each stroke. It was tempting to close his eyes but he wanted to see Cris there in front of him, riding him hard, see the expression of bliss on his face combined with the sound and feel of him so close, so intimate.
Cris's words were sweet, wonderfully simple, and Rowan felt the truth of them. He held Cris tighter, tilting his head once again for his lover and gasping with anticipation at his next sending.
The combination of sensations was completely overwhelming this time. Christian's voice in his head; his fast, aggressive pace; the pierce of fangs into Rowan's neck and subsequent wave of potent eroticism. "Yes, Cris," he said, half in encouragement, half out of obedience and agreement.
He bucked hard; the hand wrapped around Christian's waist held him tightly, pulling him down against him as he buried himself deeper still into his lover's body and finally, finally let go. He opened his mouth, fangs bared, and a hoarse yell erupted from his throat at the same time the powerful climax nearly knocked him over.
With each diminishing wave of intense orgasm he stroked Christian's rigid erection, firmly but not painfully so, giving a slight squeeze at the tip as he moved his hand down and then back up. As Christian pulled away from his neck Rowan took his mouth for his own, gently thrusting with his tongue as his hand moved in time. This night wouldn't be complete until Cris was finished too. Rowan had promised to tease him into unconsciousness, after all.
Cris's words were sweet, wonderfully simple, and Rowan felt the truth of them. He held Cris tighter, tilting his head once again for his lover and gasping with anticipation at his next sending.
The combination of sensations was completely overwhelming this time. Christian's voice in his head; his fast, aggressive pace; the pierce of fangs into Rowan's neck and subsequent wave of potent eroticism. "Yes, Cris," he said, half in encouragement, half out of obedience and agreement.
He bucked hard; the hand wrapped around Christian's waist held him tightly, pulling him down against him as he buried himself deeper still into his lover's body and finally, finally let go. He opened his mouth, fangs bared, and a hoarse yell erupted from his throat at the same time the powerful climax nearly knocked him over.
With each diminishing wave of intense orgasm he stroked Christian's rigid erection, firmly but not painfully so, giving a slight squeeze at the tip as he moved his hand down and then back up. As Christian pulled away from his neck Rowan took his mouth for his own, gently thrusting with his tongue as his hand moved in time. This night wouldn't be complete until Cris was finished too. Rowan had promised to tease him into unconsciousness, after all.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
He enjoyed every moment of Rowan's release, feeling his last deep thrusts, that loud cry, the look of bliss. His lover did his best to continue pushing him toward his own climax and that would be soon enough. Christian rode his partner a little longer, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled, held and stroked by Rowan.
With his lover working him so skillfully at a steady pace, he climaxed quickly. Cris held on tightly to Rowan's shoulders, his body arched and his head thrown back as he came into his lover's hand. Exhausted but extremely sated and happier than he could remember being in a very long time, Cris let his head fall forward onto Rowan's shoulder. He stayed there enjoying the rare pleasure of allowing himself to be held.
Christian spoke quietly "That was amazing."
Leaning back he smiled at his partner. "And I would say your mission is accomplished." He looked down at his legs where he was still straddling Rowan. "because I can't seem to get up." It was the first time in his thousand plus years that anyone had managed to screw him into immobility. Cris blinked down at his legs and tensed them, managing to rise a few inches before they gave out on him again.
"I'm just going to lay here a bit if that's okay with you." He nestled his head into the curve of Rowan's neck. [Feel free to move me where ever you like.] Sighing happily, Christian added. "I'm at your mercy." And that was just fine with him.
With his lover working him so skillfully at a steady pace, he climaxed quickly. Cris held on tightly to Rowan's shoulders, his body arched and his head thrown back as he came into his lover's hand. Exhausted but extremely sated and happier than he could remember being in a very long time, Cris let his head fall forward onto Rowan's shoulder. He stayed there enjoying the rare pleasure of allowing himself to be held.
Christian spoke quietly "That was amazing."
Leaning back he smiled at his partner. "And I would say your mission is accomplished." He looked down at his legs where he was still straddling Rowan. "because I can't seem to get up." It was the first time in his thousand plus years that anyone had managed to screw him into immobility. Cris blinked down at his legs and tensed them, managing to rise a few inches before they gave out on him again.
"I'm just going to lay here a bit if that's okay with you." He nestled his head into the curve of Rowan's neck. [Feel free to move me where ever you like.] Sighing happily, Christian added. "I'm at your mercy." And that was just fine with him.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan watched Cris's face as he came again, unbelievably, stroking him firmly as he felt him throb in the throes of his release. He pressed his hand to his lover's back, holding him up. He did his best to commit this moment to memory. It was hard to imagine feeling this close to someone in such a short time, yet he had never felt more intimate with a lover. He'd rarely spent much time with one person. Now he found himself uninterested in anyone else. There was just him, and Christian.
As Cris fell forward Rowan cradled him gently. Carefully pulling out with a short sigh of loss he found the towel they'd used to catch any stray chocolate drips, now rumpled with the rest of the bed covers, and used it to gently clean them both.
"It was," he smiled down at Cris, and then gave a soft laugh at his lover's next words. "You don't have to."
Even if he weren't a vampire Cris' weight was not hard to lift. Rowan slid down onto the mattress of the bed, enfolded Christian in his arms, and made sure he was comfortably arranged with a pillow before sliding up next to him. He left the covers off for the moment, letting the air in the room cool their heated bodies.
Slipping his arm beneath Cris's neck he wrapped the other around his waist, pulled him close, and threw a leg over him as well. "Now you're stuck," he murmured happily. He reached over and tilted Cris's chin toward him, turning his face for a long slow kiss. "Now you're an incredible man for even more reasons than I said before."
He smiled and rested his forehead against Christian's. "I've never met anyone I've wanted so much before. I don't know what you've done to me but please keep doing it."
As Cris fell forward Rowan cradled him gently. Carefully pulling out with a short sigh of loss he found the towel they'd used to catch any stray chocolate drips, now rumpled with the rest of the bed covers, and used it to gently clean them both.
"It was," he smiled down at Cris, and then gave a soft laugh at his lover's next words. "You don't have to."
Even if he weren't a vampire Cris' weight was not hard to lift. Rowan slid down onto the mattress of the bed, enfolded Christian in his arms, and made sure he was comfortably arranged with a pillow before sliding up next to him. He left the covers off for the moment, letting the air in the room cool their heated bodies.
Slipping his arm beneath Cris's neck he wrapped the other around his waist, pulled him close, and threw a leg over him as well. "Now you're stuck," he murmured happily. He reached over and tilted Cris's chin toward him, turning his face for a long slow kiss. "Now you're an incredible man for even more reasons than I said before."
He smiled and rested his forehead against Christian's. "I've never met anyone I've wanted so much before. I don't know what you've done to me but please keep doing it."
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian kissed Rowan's neck gratefully as he was gently cleaned. His lover picked him up and settled him back onto his bed. The thought that they were both here in this place he normally kept to himself was becoming less and less surprising. He looked up at his partner with wondering eyes, smiling softly as Rowan settled next to him. Cris found himself entangled by his lover's arms and legs and he chuckled softly as Rowan pronounced him stuck.
"Should I call for help?"
He smiled at his companion at his pronouncement, looking a little puzzled. "I'm amazing for not being able to move? I think that's your accomplishment, not mine." Cris reached up and stroked a hand lightly through Rowan's red hair. His lover's next words of explanation were touching and they struck a chord of similarity. "I feel the same, Rowan." Wrapping his arms around his partner, he held him tight. "I guess that means you're stuck too."
Christian found his eyes closing and looked over at the moonlit view of the mountains that told him how late into the morning they had stayed up enjoying each other. He sighed contentedly, Rowan nestled snugly beside him, as he began to drift off.
"May you have sweet dreams, Rue."
His last thought before he succumbed to slumber was that he would see Rowan when he woke.
"Should I call for help?"
He smiled at his companion at his pronouncement, looking a little puzzled. "I'm amazing for not being able to move? I think that's your accomplishment, not mine." Cris reached up and stroked a hand lightly through Rowan's red hair. His lover's next words of explanation were touching and they struck a chord of similarity. "I feel the same, Rowan." Wrapping his arms around his partner, he held him tight. "I guess that means you're stuck too."
Christian found his eyes closing and looked over at the moonlit view of the mountains that told him how late into the morning they had stayed up enjoying each other. He sighed contentedly, Rowan nestled snugly beside him, as he began to drift off.
"May you have sweet dreams, Rue."
His last thought before he succumbed to slumber was that he would see Rowan when he woke.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan smiled at Cris. "If you feel you need help, by all means, call for it."
That was one bluff he didn't mind calling. Grinning at Cris he shrugged. "Seems like a two person accomplishment to me. I can't take all the credit."
The hand through his hair was relaxing. He enjoyed when Christian played with it. He nestled into Cris's arms, a light buoyant feeling of happiness washing over him.
He smiled and nodded, although inside he did not feel stuck, he mused. He chose to be here. He didn't want to leave. He could only hope Cris decided he liked this, that Rowan was worth keeping around. Usually he was so confident, never having an issue attracting companionship, but now Rowan was aware that he would have to keep working to maintain Cris's interest. He wanted to do so.
He resettled himself around Christian even more snugly, pulling the covers up before either of them could get chilly.
"As long as you're there, they will be. Sweet dreams to you too."
It took no time to fall asleep. And he did dream. And it was lovely.
((ooc: Rue and Cris out))
That was one bluff he didn't mind calling. Grinning at Cris he shrugged. "Seems like a two person accomplishment to me. I can't take all the credit."
The hand through his hair was relaxing. He enjoyed when Christian played with it. He nestled into Cris's arms, a light buoyant feeling of happiness washing over him.
He smiled and nodded, although inside he did not feel stuck, he mused. He chose to be here. He didn't want to leave. He could only hope Cris decided he liked this, that Rowan was worth keeping around. Usually he was so confident, never having an issue attracting companionship, but now Rowan was aware that he would have to keep working to maintain Cris's interest. He wanted to do so.
He resettled himself around Christian even more snugly, pulling the covers up before either of them could get chilly.
"As long as you're there, they will be. Sweet dreams to you too."
It took no time to fall asleep. And he did dream. And it was lovely.
((ooc: Rue and Cris out))