He harrumphed an indelicate sound of disagreement when Kiyoshi stated that he believed that his hair was better than Kiyo's own. Evan thought his was flat and straight and it was always going to be flat and straight. He liked it fine though or else he wouldn't keep it so long but everyone wishes for change once in a while. Kiyo was selling his own glorious hair short. His friend's hair had different shades that caught the light and waves that gave it motion when Kiyo moved, danced or even simply tended bar...not that he had ever noticed or anything.
Evan moaned softly, the sound both agonized and pleased, as Kiyo brushed up against him. He closed his eyes for a moment in an effort to find the fortitude to continue with his good intentions. He was not sure how much more he could handle. The werewolf was coming very close to be ravished right this minute.
With an effort at calm, he opened his eyes at the quiet sound of his name. Evan looked down at Kiyo and smiled softly, trying to be encouraging when he heard hesitation in that one word.
"Yes?"
His companion turned fully around placing hands on his chest. Evan sighed quietly again and then held the breath he had left as Kiyo moved closer still. Smiling at the face tilted up to his own, he closed the rest of the distance, placing his lips over the ones that were so invitingly before him. The kiss seemed to deepen of its own accord and Evan held Kiyo tighter to him. His mouth hungrily sought other things to explore, Kiyo's jaw, his neck, his throat... and then he ran into clothing. Evan paused, on the verge of simply and efficiently divesting Kiyo of the problematic garment that was in his way. He knew where that would lead. Access to more would leave him wanting still more.
With renewed discipline he moved back to the skin he had access to. Evan nibbled delicately against the skin of Kiyo's neck. His fangs throbbed with an aching need, perhaps by instinct or many years of mental conditioning; he didn't know. Evan slid them gently along Kiyo's skin, before finding the place he would normally bite and sucking hard enough to mark but not enough to break the skin. He could almost smell Kiyo's blood, so close just beneath the surface of his skin. It didn't seem out of the ordinary; Evan could sense anything different about it; there was no taint of evil, nothing to tell him that it was deadly. In fact, Kiyo smelled sinfully inviting. Eventually he pulled away, shuddering with the effort of restraint.
Moving up to Kiyo's ear, he captured it between his teeth, tugging gently on the lobe. Evan released it to run his tongue lightly across the graceful swirl of the outer shell before murmuring softly.
"You wanted something, Kiyo?"
A Morning Visit (attn: Evan)
Kiyoshi jogged quietly up the stairs outside the club which led to the upper floor where the administrative offices used to be when Terminus had actually been an airport. Kiyo knew they had been converted into a living area but he'd never been inside. This, though, was where he'd been offered a crash space if he needed one.
He hiked his sleeping bag up on his shoulder and debated. He could just lay out under the stars. He didn't really want to bother Evan. He'd had a nice time talking with Tavi but he couldn't completely explain what it was about the Pack housing that made him uncomfortable. He enjoyed Evan's company and didn't feel like he was constantly watching his back with the vampire.
Ironic, he knew.
Kiyo took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door. Then, realizing just how much space was inside, he swallowed and knocked again harder.
He sort of wanted to run away and hide before Evan opened the door but he didn't. He stood there and waited. Maybe Evan wouldn't have heard him... then he could say he'd tried. But he realized, as he tapped on the door once more, he actually wanted to talk to Evan.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyo's listened to Evan's soft moan and felt guilty; he'd promised to be good. Kiyo had brushed against him deliberately and that wasn't fair. It was difficult, though, to try to restrain himself when he wanted to be wanted so badly.
Evan answered him with a word and Kiyo didn't know what exactly he was asking for. He was relieved and anxious at once when Evan answered the question for him, lowering his head to meet Kiyo's lips with his own. Kiyo whimpered softly as Evan kissed him deeply, banishing all doubts that he was being toyed with. This was a serious kiss, the sort of kiss that led to just the thing Evan wanted him to sleep on.
Kiyo trembled with need as Evan held him in tight arms, his mouth traveling over Kiyo's skin. As Evan sucked on his neck Kiyo let out a tiny whimpering moan before clamping his lips together; Evan might not like the noise. He moved his hands back around Evan's neck, gripping fists full of thick black hair and tugging gently.
Evan shuddered suddenly and Kiyo looked down at him, tilting his head in silent, curious inquiry. Was something wrong?
It was a fleeting thought though; Evan continued to kiss him, moving up to his ear next before asking what Kiyo wanted. Kiyo shivered again at the sound of Evan's voice so close he could feel his breath hot upon his ear.
What did he want? Kiyo wanted Evan. He wanted some measure of affection, comfort, security... he had lacked those things for a long time and he found them here with Evan. Was he willing to throw a job away for them? He just might be, if it came to that. Evan would surely grow tired of him and everything would be over; hell, maybe for Evan it was simply the chase that appealed. For all Kiyo know they could do it here and now and afterward he'd be just as alone as before they'd begun. Would it make a difference in the long run?
Kiyo panted softly, his stomach clenching with the force of urgent need. He looked at Evan again.
"What makes you think I haven't already slept on it?"
His voice was soft and somewhat shaky. Kiyo had limits and Evan was pushing him beyond them. He should be ashamed of himself, throwing himself at his boss like some kind of shameless wanton, but he couldn't stop it. He let his hand drift down, and in a far bolder move than was normal for him he ran his fingertips lightly over the hard ridges of Evan's muscular chest and stomach. When he reached the waist of Evan's loose yoga pants he slid his fingers in, tracing a line over Evan's hip before pausing.
It was already too much. Kiyoshi wasn't sure he could keep his promise at this point.
Evan answered him with a word and Kiyo didn't know what exactly he was asking for. He was relieved and anxious at once when Evan answered the question for him, lowering his head to meet Kiyo's lips with his own. Kiyo whimpered softly as Evan kissed him deeply, banishing all doubts that he was being toyed with. This was a serious kiss, the sort of kiss that led to just the thing Evan wanted him to sleep on.
Kiyo trembled with need as Evan held him in tight arms, his mouth traveling over Kiyo's skin. As Evan sucked on his neck Kiyo let out a tiny whimpering moan before clamping his lips together; Evan might not like the noise. He moved his hands back around Evan's neck, gripping fists full of thick black hair and tugging gently.
Evan shuddered suddenly and Kiyo looked down at him, tilting his head in silent, curious inquiry. Was something wrong?
It was a fleeting thought though; Evan continued to kiss him, moving up to his ear next before asking what Kiyo wanted. Kiyo shivered again at the sound of Evan's voice so close he could feel his breath hot upon his ear.
What did he want? Kiyo wanted Evan. He wanted some measure of affection, comfort, security... he had lacked those things for a long time and he found them here with Evan. Was he willing to throw a job away for them? He just might be, if it came to that. Evan would surely grow tired of him and everything would be over; hell, maybe for Evan it was simply the chase that appealed. For all Kiyo know they could do it here and now and afterward he'd be just as alone as before they'd begun. Would it make a difference in the long run?
Kiyo panted softly, his stomach clenching with the force of urgent need. He looked at Evan again.
"What makes you think I haven't already slept on it?"
His voice was soft and somewhat shaky. Kiyo had limits and Evan was pushing him beyond them. He should be ashamed of himself, throwing himself at his boss like some kind of shameless wanton, but he couldn't stop it. He let his hand drift down, and in a far bolder move than was normal for him he ran his fingertips lightly over the hard ridges of Evan's muscular chest and stomach. When he reached the waist of Evan's loose yoga pants he slid his fingers in, tracing a line over Evan's hip before pausing.
It was already too much. Kiyoshi wasn't sure he could keep his promise at this point.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
His companion seemed to be having the same difficulties with restraint. The feel of Kiyoshi trembling in his arms was incredibly erotic. The stifled little moan made him want to evoke more until they were no longer able to be suppressed. He wondered just what it would take for the wolf to find his voice and Evan desperately wanted to find out.
Kiyo didn't answer his question; instead he asked another one. Evan watched his companion for a moment. He would like to believe that the implied answer was true; that Kiyo had slept on the thought of having sex with him. It might be but he wasn't convinced...yet. It may have been said in order to gain what they both obviously wanted and things done in the midst of lust often turned into regrets later. That was the very thing he was trying hard to avoid. He liked Kiyo, a lot, and he didn't want to lose him as a friend because of bad decision made while they were both horny as all hell.
His companion's hand slid down his chest and Evan felt his muscles quiver beneath that light touch. He wanted it and more. His eyes never left Kiyo's though, even as that hand slid down beneath his pants to barely caress one hip, clearly implying that, with just an ounce of agreement, it could go further. He wanted that too.
Before his resolve could break, Evan reached out and took hold of Kiyo's shoulders, pushing him down onto his back on the bed. He then moved forward and straddled the werewolf's hips. Watching Kiyoshi, he had a solemn almost predatory look as he contemplated the man beneath him. He could let this go; Kiyo was giving his assent.
With hands on either side of Kiyo's shoulders, Evan lowered himself down until his chest lightly brushed against his companion's, sliding lower down his companion's legs at the same time so that they were both face to face. Evan leaned over to Kiyo's ear and spoke quietly.
"And what if I don't believe you?"
He nibbled on the outer shell of that ear before speaking again.
"Convince me, Kiyo. Tell me what you were thinking when you slept on this thought."
Being good was something they were failing at pretty quickly. Evan tilted himself slightly to the side and let his own hand ghost over Kiyo's body. He let his fingers gently tap the fabric of his companion's clothes along the way to let there be no doubt the direction in which it was heading. It settled onto the top of Kiyo's pants and then slid over the hardness bulging just beneath them. He covered it with the warm weight of his unmoving hand.
"Did you see it going like this?"
Kiyo didn't answer his question; instead he asked another one. Evan watched his companion for a moment. He would like to believe that the implied answer was true; that Kiyo had slept on the thought of having sex with him. It might be but he wasn't convinced...yet. It may have been said in order to gain what they both obviously wanted and things done in the midst of lust often turned into regrets later. That was the very thing he was trying hard to avoid. He liked Kiyo, a lot, and he didn't want to lose him as a friend because of bad decision made while they were both horny as all hell.
His companion's hand slid down his chest and Evan felt his muscles quiver beneath that light touch. He wanted it and more. His eyes never left Kiyo's though, even as that hand slid down beneath his pants to barely caress one hip, clearly implying that, with just an ounce of agreement, it could go further. He wanted that too.
Before his resolve could break, Evan reached out and took hold of Kiyo's shoulders, pushing him down onto his back on the bed. He then moved forward and straddled the werewolf's hips. Watching Kiyoshi, he had a solemn almost predatory look as he contemplated the man beneath him. He could let this go; Kiyo was giving his assent.
With hands on either side of Kiyo's shoulders, Evan lowered himself down until his chest lightly brushed against his companion's, sliding lower down his companion's legs at the same time so that they were both face to face. Evan leaned over to Kiyo's ear and spoke quietly.
"And what if I don't believe you?"
He nibbled on the outer shell of that ear before speaking again.
"Convince me, Kiyo. Tell me what you were thinking when you slept on this thought."
Being good was something they were failing at pretty quickly. Evan tilted himself slightly to the side and let his own hand ghost over Kiyo's body. He let his fingers gently tap the fabric of his companion's clothes along the way to let there be no doubt the direction in which it was heading. It settled onto the top of Kiyo's pants and then slid over the hardness bulging just beneath them. He covered it with the warm weight of his unmoving hand.
"Did you see it going like this?"
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyo gasped when, by way of an answer, Evan simply pushed him softly and tipped him backward on the bed so that he came to rest on the pile of blankets that had previously covered him. It didn't occur to Kiyoshi to resist; it wasn't in his nature to do so. As Evan moved over him he couldn't stop his own body from trembling; desire and anxiety mingled now with fear. He was used to it... it happened every time. He wanted it to go away, wanted Evan to be the person who could make it disappear.
Evan lay with him, pressed against him, trapping him between his hands. Kiyo stifled another sound, biting the inside of his lip, not so hard that it bled but hard enough to keep himself focused. Kiyo lay still as he listened to Evan's voice; that is, until Evan leaned sideways and ran his hand over his body, touching him only here and there with his fingers, until he finally lay his hand over Kiyo's erection.
Kiyo bucked involuntarily, pressing himself into Evan's hand with another needful whimper which he quickly bit back as he tried to consider a response to Evan. How could he tell Evan what he dreamed about when he was curled up under his blanket or in his sleeping bag at night?
He closed his eyes tightly. Being horny was one thing. Sleeping with Evan was another. Revealing his very private fantasies at the drop of a hat, that was something Kiyo didn't know if he could do. He didn't tell anyone about those. What if Evan laughed at him? What if all he wanted was casual sex? If that were the case, hearing Kiyo's personal daydreams would most definitely turn him off.
He sucked in a deep shuddering breath and turned his face to the side, toward Evan, his eyes still clenched shut. He tried to force himself to talk because he liked Evan and didn't want him to think all he wanted, himself, was to be tumbled. Although, a little voice said, he was so aroused right now that he'd take it from anyone. He clamped it down. That wasn't true. He wanted to have the choice.
"No," he finally whispered in answer to Evan. This wasn't how he saw it going at all. "When I'm alone..."
He stopped and tried to breathe again. Was he really going to say it? Kiyo never revealed this to others. Evan was different though... he wouldn't laugh. He liked him. He wasn't Pack, didn't have a need to dominate Kiyo until he was quivering in submission... Kiyo could be normal, if he could figure out what that was again.
"When I'm alone I think about being held instead of pushed down and pushed into and I keep seeing hands touching me that I didn't really want there but who else would touch me so I may as well do it anyway and I thought maybe if they were your hands... if they were your hands..." he choked on the last few words, having spat everything else out in a rush and now trying to get to the last part, the very private part, without chickening out.
Eventually he found his voice again and finished what he was trying to say in a strained whisper. "...that maybe they would feel good and I would feel... wanted... like more than an object."
He opened his eyes, knowing his face was red, and looked at Evan briefly before sliding his eyes away again, a submissive gesture he hated and couldn't control.
"I don't want to be fucked," he mumbled thickly. "I want you to... care."
Kiyoshi didn't have the words to explain more than that to Evan. How in his dreams he was gently touched, held, loved, and sex wasn't just sex but something much more beautiful. In his dreams it was Evan who wrapped his arms around him and it didn't hurt so badly when he entered him and he cared that Kiyo actually felt good while they did it. He was embarrassed; after all, he hadn't even known until tonight that Evan would consider another man. Having night time fantasies about your presumably straight boss was tough to admit to, particularly when they were so very graphic and so very intimate.
Evan lay with him, pressed against him, trapping him between his hands. Kiyo stifled another sound, biting the inside of his lip, not so hard that it bled but hard enough to keep himself focused. Kiyo lay still as he listened to Evan's voice; that is, until Evan leaned sideways and ran his hand over his body, touching him only here and there with his fingers, until he finally lay his hand over Kiyo's erection.
Kiyo bucked involuntarily, pressing himself into Evan's hand with another needful whimper which he quickly bit back as he tried to consider a response to Evan. How could he tell Evan what he dreamed about when he was curled up under his blanket or in his sleeping bag at night?
He closed his eyes tightly. Being horny was one thing. Sleeping with Evan was another. Revealing his very private fantasies at the drop of a hat, that was something Kiyo didn't know if he could do. He didn't tell anyone about those. What if Evan laughed at him? What if all he wanted was casual sex? If that were the case, hearing Kiyo's personal daydreams would most definitely turn him off.
He sucked in a deep shuddering breath and turned his face to the side, toward Evan, his eyes still clenched shut. He tried to force himself to talk because he liked Evan and didn't want him to think all he wanted, himself, was to be tumbled. Although, a little voice said, he was so aroused right now that he'd take it from anyone. He clamped it down. That wasn't true. He wanted to have the choice.
"No," he finally whispered in answer to Evan. This wasn't how he saw it going at all. "When I'm alone..."
He stopped and tried to breathe again. Was he really going to say it? Kiyo never revealed this to others. Evan was different though... he wouldn't laugh. He liked him. He wasn't Pack, didn't have a need to dominate Kiyo until he was quivering in submission... Kiyo could be normal, if he could figure out what that was again.
"When I'm alone I think about being held instead of pushed down and pushed into and I keep seeing hands touching me that I didn't really want there but who else would touch me so I may as well do it anyway and I thought maybe if they were your hands... if they were your hands..." he choked on the last few words, having spat everything else out in a rush and now trying to get to the last part, the very private part, without chickening out.
Eventually he found his voice again and finished what he was trying to say in a strained whisper. "...that maybe they would feel good and I would feel... wanted... like more than an object."
He opened his eyes, knowing his face was red, and looked at Evan briefly before sliding his eyes away again, a submissive gesture he hated and couldn't control.
"I don't want to be fucked," he mumbled thickly. "I want you to... care."
Kiyoshi didn't have the words to explain more than that to Evan. How in his dreams he was gently touched, held, loved, and sex wasn't just sex but something much more beautiful. In his dreams it was Evan who wrapped his arms around him and it didn't hurt so badly when he entered him and he cared that Kiyo actually felt good while they did it. He was embarrassed; after all, he hadn't even known until tonight that Evan would consider another man. Having night time fantasies about your presumably straight boss was tough to admit to, particularly when they were so very graphic and so very intimate.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan was starting to think that Kiyo would refuse to answer; though the erection being pushed into his hand suggested otherwise. Eventually the werewolf began to speak. He watched his companion's expression carefully as he listened to the halting beginning of this tale. Kiyo didn't look at him to see if his words were being believed, instead he was focused inward, like a person recalling something from memory instead of making it up on the spot.
As the werewolf continued to speak Evan's face grew stonier in response. If he had any doubts that Kiyo had been abused in the past then they vanished with those words. He realized that he had probably scared his friend by holding him down which made him feel guilty; worse when it became obvious the Kiyo had dreamed of something more gentle from him.
Pulling his hand back, Evan continued to listen but didn't move further away. He was here now; he would just have to show Kiyo that he was different and that his being on top of him could be pleasurable instead of frightening.
Choking back all the anger and sadness that Kiyo's words evoked, Evan leaned down and kissed him again, slowly and tenderly. With the need to show Kiyoshi something different than what he had come to expect, Evan found a renewal of patience. He would do anything it took to make the man beneath him feel safe and wanted.
"Kiyoshi..." Evan leaned down to speak quietly in the werewolf's ear again. "I want you." He took hold of Kiyo's jaw and turned his face gently toward him. With straight forward honesty he added. "If I wanted to just fuck then I would pick someone I'd never have to see again. If I didn't care then I wouldn't want you to be sure. I do care about you, Kiyo, and I want you, not just someone beneath me."
His eyes drifted down his friend's body and then back up to meet Kiyo's eyes. "Let me show you."
He slid off the bed and held a finger up to his companion. "Stay there." Evan then knelt and removed the sandals Kiyo's feet and set them aside. He then crawled back onto the bed, straddling his companion again. Evan slowly pushed the blue tank top up with his hands, running his long fingers up Kiyo's chest as he gathered the fabric up against his thumbs. He pulled it over Kiyoshi's head and carefully untangled it from the werewolf's long hair before setting it aside.
Laying down next to Kiyo, Evan propped himself up on one elbow. He gently brushed the tousled hair back from Kiyoshi's forehead and then brushed it gently over his companion's face. "These are my hands, Kiyo, and they will never hurt you." He slid fingers down Kiyoshi's slender neck and over his collarbone. He smoothed his hand over his partner's chest, letting his thumb brush over both nipples in passing before it worked its way lower over the slender but well defined abs of a dancer. Evan slipped his fingers beneath the loose waistband of the dark brown cargo pants and under the other fabric below them. His hand went just low enough that he could feel warm curly hair brushing against the tips of them. There he stopped and looked over at his companion.
"Do you want me to continue?"
As the werewolf continued to speak Evan's face grew stonier in response. If he had any doubts that Kiyo had been abused in the past then they vanished with those words. He realized that he had probably scared his friend by holding him down which made him feel guilty; worse when it became obvious the Kiyo had dreamed of something more gentle from him.
Pulling his hand back, Evan continued to listen but didn't move further away. He was here now; he would just have to show Kiyo that he was different and that his being on top of him could be pleasurable instead of frightening.
Choking back all the anger and sadness that Kiyo's words evoked, Evan leaned down and kissed him again, slowly and tenderly. With the need to show Kiyoshi something different than what he had come to expect, Evan found a renewal of patience. He would do anything it took to make the man beneath him feel safe and wanted.
"Kiyoshi..." Evan leaned down to speak quietly in the werewolf's ear again. "I want you." He took hold of Kiyo's jaw and turned his face gently toward him. With straight forward honesty he added. "If I wanted to just fuck then I would pick someone I'd never have to see again. If I didn't care then I wouldn't want you to be sure. I do care about you, Kiyo, and I want you, not just someone beneath me."
His eyes drifted down his friend's body and then back up to meet Kiyo's eyes. "Let me show you."
He slid off the bed and held a finger up to his companion. "Stay there." Evan then knelt and removed the sandals Kiyo's feet and set them aside. He then crawled back onto the bed, straddling his companion again. Evan slowly pushed the blue tank top up with his hands, running his long fingers up Kiyo's chest as he gathered the fabric up against his thumbs. He pulled it over Kiyoshi's head and carefully untangled it from the werewolf's long hair before setting it aside.
Laying down next to Kiyo, Evan propped himself up on one elbow. He gently brushed the tousled hair back from Kiyoshi's forehead and then brushed it gently over his companion's face. "These are my hands, Kiyo, and they will never hurt you." He slid fingers down Kiyoshi's slender neck and over his collarbone. He smoothed his hand over his partner's chest, letting his thumb brush over both nipples in passing before it worked its way lower over the slender but well defined abs of a dancer. Evan slipped his fingers beneath the loose waistband of the dark brown cargo pants and under the other fabric below them. His hand went just low enough that he could feel warm curly hair brushing against the tips of them. There he stopped and looked over at his companion.
"Do you want me to continue?"
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyoshi kept his eyes tight shut as he revealed his very private thoughts to Evan, feeling naked and exposed and incredibly vulnerable. Evan didn't respond immediately; instead, he pulled his hand away and Kiyo thought he had been very wrong in saying what he'd said. He should leave. He'd just go; he couldn't show his face at Terminus again feeling this humiliated.
He was shocked when he felt Evan's lips against his. Kiyo felt himself shaking all over again as he was kissed softly, sweetly, just the way he wanted to be kissed. Evan's voice in his ear made him gasp and he opened his eyes as Evan turned his jaw to look at him. Instinct nearly made him slide his gaze away again but Evan was not R'asa; Kiyo could battle the wolf away enough to meet his dark brown eyes and look into them without fear while Evan spoke.
He nodded his head in a jerky, nervous motion when Evan said he would show him. He lay as still as possible as he was gently divested of his footwear. Evan rose above him again but it didn't frighten him; desire overshadowed any fear of physical abuse. That wasn't Kiyo's true fear. He trusted Evan and knew the vampire wouldn't do that; even if that was what he wanted Kiyo was right here, in no good position to fight it.
Still, Evan's touch was gentle as he pulled Kiyoshi's shirt over his head and then brushed his hair away from his face. Kiyo started at that touch, so tender, and then leaned into it as he realized it was, indeed, meant for him. With Evan lying beside him he closed his eyes again, not in fear or humiliation but in tentative pleasure as that gentle hand slid down his neck and chest, over his stomach. Kiyo's body moved sinuously beneath it, as if drawn to Evan's touch, he pressed up against his hand as it traveled. Evan's words of promise made him shiver again, made him feel the pain of hope. "I believe you," he choked out.
When Evan asked if he should continue, his hand tantalizing beneath the waist of Kiyo's pants, Kiyo opened his eyes again and blinked up at Evan. Should he continue? He could do whatever he wanted; Kiyo wouldn't complain... but he was giving him the choice and that meant a great deal to the were. If he said no, would Evan stop?
He thought so. But Kiyo was long past a point where he could do that. His body was so tense, so tight, and so desperately in need that he didn't think he could even manage to get the word 'no' out of his mouth. What came out, instead, was a hoarse, "yes," that ended in a moan, quickly bitten off. No noise. He would stay quiet. But he desperately wanted Evan to keep doing what he was doing.
He was shocked when he felt Evan's lips against his. Kiyo felt himself shaking all over again as he was kissed softly, sweetly, just the way he wanted to be kissed. Evan's voice in his ear made him gasp and he opened his eyes as Evan turned his jaw to look at him. Instinct nearly made him slide his gaze away again but Evan was not R'asa; Kiyo could battle the wolf away enough to meet his dark brown eyes and look into them without fear while Evan spoke.
He nodded his head in a jerky, nervous motion when Evan said he would show him. He lay as still as possible as he was gently divested of his footwear. Evan rose above him again but it didn't frighten him; desire overshadowed any fear of physical abuse. That wasn't Kiyo's true fear. He trusted Evan and knew the vampire wouldn't do that; even if that was what he wanted Kiyo was right here, in no good position to fight it.
Still, Evan's touch was gentle as he pulled Kiyoshi's shirt over his head and then brushed his hair away from his face. Kiyo started at that touch, so tender, and then leaned into it as he realized it was, indeed, meant for him. With Evan lying beside him he closed his eyes again, not in fear or humiliation but in tentative pleasure as that gentle hand slid down his neck and chest, over his stomach. Kiyo's body moved sinuously beneath it, as if drawn to Evan's touch, he pressed up against his hand as it traveled. Evan's words of promise made him shiver again, made him feel the pain of hope. "I believe you," he choked out.
When Evan asked if he should continue, his hand tantalizing beneath the waist of Kiyo's pants, Kiyo opened his eyes again and blinked up at Evan. Should he continue? He could do whatever he wanted; Kiyo wouldn't complain... but he was giving him the choice and that meant a great deal to the were. If he said no, would Evan stop?
He thought so. But Kiyo was long past a point where he could do that. His body was so tense, so tight, and so desperately in need that he didn't think he could even manage to get the word 'no' out of his mouth. What came out, instead, was a hoarse, "yes," that ended in a moan, quickly bitten off. No noise. He would stay quiet. But he desperately wanted Evan to keep doing what he was doing.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan waited patiently for the answer to his question before moving his hand again. He let it slid a little lower, brushing his fingertips along the length of Kiyo's cock, slowly down and then back up again, running his thumb along the ridge and then over the tip before pulling away.
Kiyoshi had repressed another little sound of pleasure until it was barely audible but he had heard it none the less.
"Kiyo." Evan smiled and leaned down to kiss the man's cheek. "You can make noise." He then moved over a little and captured Kiyoshi's full bottom lip between his own, sucking gently before letting go. "In fact, I'd prefer it if you did."
He rained kisses and licks down the same trail that his hand had just blazed, feeling all the responses from Kiyo's sensitive body as he went. Surely he had been touched like this before. Evan thought that it had not often if ever at all. Kiyo was a tightly wound bow string; he fairly vibrated with each touch.
His hands took hold of the cargo pants and found the softer fabric beneath them and gently tugged both down until they slid completely off. Evan set them next to Kiyo's shoes and then crawled up between his partner's legs. He ran his fingers lightly up the inside of Kiyo's thighs, then out, swirling his thumbs across the hollow of his companion's hips.
Bending down, Evan glanced up at Kiyo and asked. "So, you only thought of my hands on you?" With that he bent and brushed his lips over the straining erection before him. He savored the feel of silky soft skin as he slid his closed mouth along the hard shaft. Moving further down, he reached up with a hand and cupped Kiyo's balls moving them gently closer as he moved his head from side to side to run his lips over the loose textured skin. He hummed softly against the sac and gave it a tender kiss before moving upward once more.
"I think you might not get a chance to sleep on much for a while. I hope that's okay."
Evan wet his lips and let them slide slowly down over the head of Kiyo's erection, his hand moving up to wrap gently around it, moving in long teasing strokes as he licked and tasted. Whatever Kiyoshi's blood might do to him Evan sure hoped the same could not be said of other fluids because he certainly planned on ingesting those. He thought if it made Kiyo happy then he'd be willing to be sick for such a good cause and figured the little werewolf couldn't possibly have enough in there to kill him.
Kiyoshi had repressed another little sound of pleasure until it was barely audible but he had heard it none the less.
"Kiyo." Evan smiled and leaned down to kiss the man's cheek. "You can make noise." He then moved over a little and captured Kiyoshi's full bottom lip between his own, sucking gently before letting go. "In fact, I'd prefer it if you did."
He rained kisses and licks down the same trail that his hand had just blazed, feeling all the responses from Kiyo's sensitive body as he went. Surely he had been touched like this before. Evan thought that it had not often if ever at all. Kiyo was a tightly wound bow string; he fairly vibrated with each touch.
His hands took hold of the cargo pants and found the softer fabric beneath them and gently tugged both down until they slid completely off. Evan set them next to Kiyo's shoes and then crawled up between his partner's legs. He ran his fingers lightly up the inside of Kiyo's thighs, then out, swirling his thumbs across the hollow of his companion's hips.
Bending down, Evan glanced up at Kiyo and asked. "So, you only thought of my hands on you?" With that he bent and brushed his lips over the straining erection before him. He savored the feel of silky soft skin as he slid his closed mouth along the hard shaft. Moving further down, he reached up with a hand and cupped Kiyo's balls moving them gently closer as he moved his head from side to side to run his lips over the loose textured skin. He hummed softly against the sac and gave it a tender kiss before moving upward once more.
"I think you might not get a chance to sleep on much for a while. I hope that's okay."
Evan wet his lips and let them slide slowly down over the head of Kiyo's erection, his hand moving up to wrap gently around it, moving in long teasing strokes as he licked and tasted. Whatever Kiyoshi's blood might do to him Evan sure hoped the same could not be said of other fluids because he certainly planned on ingesting those. He thought if it made Kiyo happy then he'd be willing to be sick for such a good cause and figured the little werewolf couldn't possibly have enough in there to kill him.
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyo gasped again as Evan's hand slipped beneath his cargo pants and the soft blue boxer-briefs under them. He could hardly believe this was real, that Evan was touching him, caressing him gently just like he'd dreamed about. He was going to wake up any second.
Evan's voice came to him as he was kissed again, on the cheek and then on the lip as it was toyed with. Evan wanted him to make noise? Kiyo blinked up at him once more, surprised. He was used to being quiet, not letting anyone know. He wasn't sure he could be loud... but he could try to stop biting back the little moans his throat wanted him to make.
He had ample opportunity to practice as Evan's mouth seared a trail down his stomach. Kiyo moaned softly, without restraining himself. It was soft, but he let it out. As the rest of his clothing was removed he turned his head into the pile of blankets and clutched his teeth together. He peeked at Evan in disbelief. Was he really going to do that? To him?
"Ah," he said shakily at Evan's question, trying to piece together some sort of coherent answer. "I might have... thought about... one or two other things."
And that was all he could gasp out before he was touched, once again gently and carefully, Evan's hands holding him and caressing him, his lips kissing softly. It was very nearly Kiyo's undoing, tense as he already was.
He shook his head; no, he didn't mind. But he couldn't form words aside from some mindless panting and whimpering that made him sound ridiculous. He didn't care. He dug his fingers into the blankets on the bed and waited, shivering in anticipation. It still felt surreal. He still couldn't believe this. God, he would be in such deep shit if his Pack found out... and he didn't care. He couldn't be with anyone from his own Pack without constantly being dominated, even unintentionally. Evan was different. He was caring and kind and treated Kiyo as an equal, which was so appealing.
And that was the last rational thought he had. Evan's mouth closed over him and Kiyoshi cried, practically sobbed, with delight, turning his head into the blankets to muffle the noise. The sensation was far too much. It was ridiculously good, better than good, no words could describe it. He couldn't control it at all.
"Evan," he managed to pant, "I can't... can I please... let me..."
He couldn't even finish the sentence before he came, his body tightening and convulsing in ecstasy as his climax ripped through him. He rode it out with no grace whatsoever, writhing as he sobbed in shocked, disbelieving rapture.
Kiyo came to shuddering, still paralyzed with the after-effects of it, words of apology on his lips. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Evan. I couldn't..."
That was pretty humiliating. Kiyo the ten second wonder. His face was burning with embarrassment but somewhere deep inside was a warm sense of quiet happiness at what had just transpired. He could get fired tomorrow... he'd go quietly, knowing he had felt this way.
Evan's voice came to him as he was kissed again, on the cheek and then on the lip as it was toyed with. Evan wanted him to make noise? Kiyo blinked up at him once more, surprised. He was used to being quiet, not letting anyone know. He wasn't sure he could be loud... but he could try to stop biting back the little moans his throat wanted him to make.
He had ample opportunity to practice as Evan's mouth seared a trail down his stomach. Kiyo moaned softly, without restraining himself. It was soft, but he let it out. As the rest of his clothing was removed he turned his head into the pile of blankets and clutched his teeth together. He peeked at Evan in disbelief. Was he really going to do that? To him?
"Ah," he said shakily at Evan's question, trying to piece together some sort of coherent answer. "I might have... thought about... one or two other things."
And that was all he could gasp out before he was touched, once again gently and carefully, Evan's hands holding him and caressing him, his lips kissing softly. It was very nearly Kiyo's undoing, tense as he already was.
He shook his head; no, he didn't mind. But he couldn't form words aside from some mindless panting and whimpering that made him sound ridiculous. He didn't care. He dug his fingers into the blankets on the bed and waited, shivering in anticipation. It still felt surreal. He still couldn't believe this. God, he would be in such deep shit if his Pack found out... and he didn't care. He couldn't be with anyone from his own Pack without constantly being dominated, even unintentionally. Evan was different. He was caring and kind and treated Kiyo as an equal, which was so appealing.
And that was the last rational thought he had. Evan's mouth closed over him and Kiyoshi cried, practically sobbed, with delight, turning his head into the blankets to muffle the noise. The sensation was far too much. It was ridiculously good, better than good, no words could describe it. He couldn't control it at all.
"Evan," he managed to pant, "I can't... can I please... let me..."
He couldn't even finish the sentence before he came, his body tightening and convulsing in ecstasy as his climax ripped through him. He rode it out with no grace whatsoever, writhing as he sobbed in shocked, disbelieving rapture.
Kiyo came to shuddering, still paralyzed with the after-effects of it, words of apology on his lips. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Evan. I couldn't..."
That was pretty humiliating. Kiyo the ten second wonder. His face was burning with embarrassment but somewhere deep inside was a warm sense of quiet happiness at what had just transpired. He could get fired tomorrow... he'd go quietly, knowing he had felt this way.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
So Kiyo had thought of one or two other things... Evan might have to get to the bottom of what those might have been but it would have to wait until later.
He continued to suck gently, unhurriedly, exploring every little feature of the cock in his mouth. Evan wanted to take his time and let Kiyo enjoy himself thoroughly for once. Raising an eyebrow at the muffled cries, he moved his other hand up to gently cup Kiyo's balls, stroking them gently with his thumb. He was determined to get the werewolf to let go and enjoy himself without any fear of repercussion.
Evan glanced upward as Kiyo called his name. He smiled and continued, waiting for his partner to finish what he had to say. Of course, it quickly became fairly obvious what Kiyo was concerned about;everything tightened in his grasp and it was obvious that the point of no return had been reached. Earlier than he had intended but, Evan smiled to himself, he could adapt.
He slid his mouth further down, taking in all of Kiyo as he came. Swallowing occasionally and then licking his companion gently clean when he was done. Evan held still for a moment, focused internally on his own body and waited to see if anything would happen. He knew that the reaction to werewolf blood was pretty much immediate. After a few more moments of no ill effects, he was sure that he'd live, or continue existing if one wished to be technical.
Looking up he realized that Kiyo had spoken softly, apologizing for what happened. Evan reached down and gathered the werewolf up into his arms, laying Kiyo's head gently against his chest.
"You have nothing to apologize for." Evan kissed the top of Kiyo's head and squeezed him a little tighter. "I promise."
Leaning back so he could look into his partner's eyes, he smiled. "Besides, we're not done yet." He wasn't ready to start again though; sure he was painfully horny after feeling Kiyo come and hearing those wonderful sounds, but he wanted to wait.
Evan gathered Kiyo up and leaned back against the pile of pillows with him. He then reached over and pulled one of the mound of blankets over himself and Kiyoshi's naked and soon to be cold form. Kiyo felt so good snuggled up against him; Evan hummed a satisfied noise and looked up at the movie they were missing.
"Ooh look." He reached a hand out from under the blankets and pointed to the television. "We're at the flying scenes!" Or at least some of them. The female Na'vi had a bird/lizard/dinosaur creature that was a multitude of pretty colours. She soared through the rocks and trees. Evan watched in rapt attention for a moment before returning his gaze to Kiyo. He hugged him tight and grinned. "The flying scenes do look wonderful. I think I like the scene in the room more though. You?"
He continued to suck gently, unhurriedly, exploring every little feature of the cock in his mouth. Evan wanted to take his time and let Kiyo enjoy himself thoroughly for once. Raising an eyebrow at the muffled cries, he moved his other hand up to gently cup Kiyo's balls, stroking them gently with his thumb. He was determined to get the werewolf to let go and enjoy himself without any fear of repercussion.
Evan glanced upward as Kiyo called his name. He smiled and continued, waiting for his partner to finish what he had to say. Of course, it quickly became fairly obvious what Kiyo was concerned about;everything tightened in his grasp and it was obvious that the point of no return had been reached. Earlier than he had intended but, Evan smiled to himself, he could adapt.
He slid his mouth further down, taking in all of Kiyo as he came. Swallowing occasionally and then licking his companion gently clean when he was done. Evan held still for a moment, focused internally on his own body and waited to see if anything would happen. He knew that the reaction to werewolf blood was pretty much immediate. After a few more moments of no ill effects, he was sure that he'd live, or continue existing if one wished to be technical.
Looking up he realized that Kiyo had spoken softly, apologizing for what happened. Evan reached down and gathered the werewolf up into his arms, laying Kiyo's head gently against his chest.
"You have nothing to apologize for." Evan kissed the top of Kiyo's head and squeezed him a little tighter. "I promise."
Leaning back so he could look into his partner's eyes, he smiled. "Besides, we're not done yet." He wasn't ready to start again though; sure he was painfully horny after feeling Kiyo come and hearing those wonderful sounds, but he wanted to wait.
Evan gathered Kiyo up and leaned back against the pile of pillows with him. He then reached over and pulled one of the mound of blankets over himself and Kiyoshi's naked and soon to be cold form. Kiyo felt so good snuggled up against him; Evan hummed a satisfied noise and looked up at the movie they were missing.
"Ooh look." He reached a hand out from under the blankets and pointed to the television. "We're at the flying scenes!" Or at least some of them. The female Na'vi had a bird/lizard/dinosaur creature that was a multitude of pretty colours. She soared through the rocks and trees. Evan watched in rapt attention for a moment before returning his gaze to Kiyo. He hugged him tight and grinned. "The flying scenes do look wonderful. I think I like the scene in the room more though. You?"
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyo tried to be something other than 'limp and immobile' as Evan gathered him close, telling him there was nothing to be sorry for. "But you didn't..." he blushed and didn't finish the sentence. Tucked against Evan, he squirmed close and wrapped his arms around Evan's waist as Evan leaned back and drew one of the blankets around them both.
This was something new and unexpected. Kiyo hadn't really felt like this, warm and cared for. He was usually just used. He knew a lot of that was of his own making; he made poor decisions and suffered from a lack of confidence that led him to believe he should take what he could get even if that something was less than ideal. But right now he couldn't help but wonder hopefully if he had finally made a decent one.
This wouldn't be easy. If anything came of it, he would at the very least be ostracized from his Pack. They wouldn't understand this closeness with a mulo... a vampire. Kiyo, though, didn't really care. He had never asked to be Gifted in the first place. Why shouldn't he be free to like who he liked?
His body was still tingling with desire. Evan's actions had diminished his need but not quelled it entirely. When someone made you feel this way, did it matter who they were? If they understood you and cared about you and you felt the same, how could it be wrong?
He nodded against Evan's chest, barely looking at the TV screen. Shifting a bit Kiyo slid his hands down into the waist of the soft, loose yoga pants Evan wore. Turning to face him, Kiyo sat astride him and turned his face into Evan's neck. Evan had said they weren't done, right? Kiyo wasn't ready to rest. He could feel Evan's arousal, still hard and ready, and he wanted it. He wanted to feel Evan's hands and mouth again, and he wanted to give himself.
He didn't know what else he could offer Evan that the vampire couldn't find elsewhere but for some reason he'd chosen Kiyo tonight and whether it was just for a night or a week or longer, Kiyo wanted to give everything he could. Maybe Evan thought he needed to rest? He did; he had been tired when he'd showed up earlier that morning and he was exhausted now, but he wanted this.
"I'm not done either," he said softly into Evan's neck as he kissed it, nipping, sucking gently, on his way to Evan's mouth. He wriggled slightly in Evan's lap, pressing against him. "Let me?"
He tugged at Evan's pants, fingers curling into the soft fabric. Evan didn't have to wait for him. He was still ready... Kiyo wasn't exactly a bastion of fortitude and stamina but it had been so long and he was so overwhelmed with desire. He could come again, if that was what Evan was waiting for. More importantly, he wanted Evan to feel it, after what he had just done for Kiyo.
This was something new and unexpected. Kiyo hadn't really felt like this, warm and cared for. He was usually just used. He knew a lot of that was of his own making; he made poor decisions and suffered from a lack of confidence that led him to believe he should take what he could get even if that something was less than ideal. But right now he couldn't help but wonder hopefully if he had finally made a decent one.
This wouldn't be easy. If anything came of it, he would at the very least be ostracized from his Pack. They wouldn't understand this closeness with a mulo... a vampire. Kiyo, though, didn't really care. He had never asked to be Gifted in the first place. Why shouldn't he be free to like who he liked?
His body was still tingling with desire. Evan's actions had diminished his need but not quelled it entirely. When someone made you feel this way, did it matter who they were? If they understood you and cared about you and you felt the same, how could it be wrong?
He nodded against Evan's chest, barely looking at the TV screen. Shifting a bit Kiyo slid his hands down into the waist of the soft, loose yoga pants Evan wore. Turning to face him, Kiyo sat astride him and turned his face into Evan's neck. Evan had said they weren't done, right? Kiyo wasn't ready to rest. He could feel Evan's arousal, still hard and ready, and he wanted it. He wanted to feel Evan's hands and mouth again, and he wanted to give himself.
He didn't know what else he could offer Evan that the vampire couldn't find elsewhere but for some reason he'd chosen Kiyo tonight and whether it was just for a night or a week or longer, Kiyo wanted to give everything he could. Maybe Evan thought he needed to rest? He did; he had been tired when he'd showed up earlier that morning and he was exhausted now, but he wanted this.
"I'm not done either," he said softly into Evan's neck as he kissed it, nipping, sucking gently, on his way to Evan's mouth. He wriggled slightly in Evan's lap, pressing against him. "Let me?"
He tugged at Evan's pants, fingers curling into the soft fabric. Evan didn't have to wait for him. He was still ready... Kiyo wasn't exactly a bastion of fortitude and stamina but it had been so long and he was so overwhelmed with desire. He could come again, if that was what Evan was waiting for. More importantly, he wanted Evan to feel it, after what he had just done for Kiyo.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
He could tell that the amazing CGI effects weren't of much interest to his partner. Evan chuckled softly when Kiyo barely turned to look.
Finding a hand once more down inside the waist of his pants was plenty distracting enough to keep him from watching anything more, flying or no. Evan looked down at Kiyo, who was far more interesting anyway. The werewolf slid over to straddle him and he sighed softly, lowering his hands until they rested on Kiyoshi's hips.
Evan raised his eyebrows and grinned when his companion said he wasn't done either. Then he was mightly distracted by the feel of Kiyo's warm mouth on his neck. He returned the kisses eagerly when they reached his mouth. Making a small noise of dissatisfaction when Kiyo pulled away that transformed into a gasp of pleasure when his partner shifted against him.
He nodded and then found his voice. "Of course, Kiyo." Evan sat up a little and kissed the werewolf's lips again before leaning over and opening a drawer. He pulled out a bottle of clear liquid gel and set it on the bed.
Turning back to his companion, he reached up a hand and gently brushed his cheek. "Do what you want, however you want. Don't feel you have to do anything a certain way for my sake." He leaned back, tucking his hands beneath his head and watching Kiyo with a wide grin. "You are in charge."
Finding a hand once more down inside the waist of his pants was plenty distracting enough to keep him from watching anything more, flying or no. Evan looked down at Kiyo, who was far more interesting anyway. The werewolf slid over to straddle him and he sighed softly, lowering his hands until they rested on Kiyoshi's hips.
Evan raised his eyebrows and grinned when his companion said he wasn't done either. Then he was mightly distracted by the feel of Kiyo's warm mouth on his neck. He returned the kisses eagerly when they reached his mouth. Making a small noise of dissatisfaction when Kiyo pulled away that transformed into a gasp of pleasure when his partner shifted against him.
He nodded and then found his voice. "Of course, Kiyo." Evan sat up a little and kissed the werewolf's lips again before leaning over and opening a drawer. He pulled out a bottle of clear liquid gel and set it on the bed.
Turning back to his companion, he reached up a hand and gently brushed his cheek. "Do what you want, however you want. Don't feel you have to do anything a certain way for my sake." He leaned back, tucking his hands beneath his head and watching Kiyo with a wide grin. "You are in charge."
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyoshi found himself somewhat nervous once more when Evan lay back so confidently beneath him. Kiyo was not used to being in charge. It wasn't that he didn't want to be... in fact, it felt good. But he didn't want Evan to think that he was afraid of... that. he wasn't. It was in the past, mostly. Being with Evan physically didn't scare him. He was sure of it, right? It was the emotional part that was Kiyoshi's stumbling block.
He leaned down to Evan and kissed him again, as deeply as before, gently probing with his tongue, tasting and exploring curiously. When he sat back up he immediately moved, pulling the soft fabric of the yoga pants down with him. There was nothing beneath them which didn't surprise him... he'd felt plenty through the flimsy pants. Seeing Evan lying there, relaxed but eager, made him a little tense. He wanted to do something good for Evan...
...but damn. Evan was six foot plus of hot. Kiyo blinked at the expanse of deeply bronzed skin and muscle before him. Evan's body was that of a man who'd clearly not been idle in life. Kiyoshi wondered if anything he could do would be new or exciting to someone who was two thousand years old. Surely Evan had felt it all.
Kiyo tried to put those thoughts aside. Evan had told him he was wanted and the evidence was there before his eyes. He leaned over and ran his hands up Evan's thighs, feeling ropy muscle under that dark skin. He didn't want to make Evan wait. He leaned down and softly ran his tongue up the length of his hardened shaft, slowly tasting before closing his mouth over the tip and sucking gently.
Releasing him after that brief intimate kiss Kiyo straddled Evan's legs again and knelt over him, reaching for the bottle Evan had retrieved. That would make things much easier. Kiyo winced at the memory of not having such a thing on hand on multiple occasions. It had mattered to him, but it apparently had not mattered to his partners.
Feeling somewhat shell-shocked, hardly daring to believe he was going to do this willingly... and the he was eager for it... Kiyo tipped the bottle over into his hand and then reached down, smoothing it carefully over Evan's erection. He wasn't afraid of this. He was absolutely not going to be afraid of any of this. Fear ruled most of his daily life; Kiyo had the choice to do this or not and he was choosing to. He cared about Evan... if nothing more came of this they were friends. He had been dreaming of this for nights on end now. he could hardly believe it was happening.
He moved himself up and slid himself against Evan, feeling the tip right there... very aware that with his next action he might possibly be putting them in a whole lot of trouble. Kiyo paused and took a deep breath. He forced himself to relax. This... what he was about to do... it was important to him. He wanted it. He wanted to be close to Evan. It didn't matter to him that their races were so very different.
Kiyo reached forward and pulled Evan's hands away from his head, gently settling them on his hips once more. "It feels better when you... when you touch me," he said. And it did. He craved that gentle touch, something caring and tender that had been missing for him for so long.
As he said the words he sank down slowly, leaning forward a little more, getting the angle right. He bit his lip; it hurt. It always hurt. But... this was different. He thought maybe...
Kiyo closed his eyes and forced himself to relax again. Moving slowly he let out a long sigh as the pain vanished. If he stopped being so tense it was so much easier... pleasant, even. He took his time, moving bit by bit, until finally with another little sigh he opened his eyes and looked down at Evan. He was sitting on top of him, taking him in, and it didn't hurt any more. He was relaxed, no one was insisting he do any of this... and he wanted it more than anything.
"Is it all right?" he asked Evan breathlessly. "I'm not... hurting you, am I?"
He leaned down to Evan and kissed him again, as deeply as before, gently probing with his tongue, tasting and exploring curiously. When he sat back up he immediately moved, pulling the soft fabric of the yoga pants down with him. There was nothing beneath them which didn't surprise him... he'd felt plenty through the flimsy pants. Seeing Evan lying there, relaxed but eager, made him a little tense. He wanted to do something good for Evan...
...but damn. Evan was six foot plus of hot. Kiyo blinked at the expanse of deeply bronzed skin and muscle before him. Evan's body was that of a man who'd clearly not been idle in life. Kiyoshi wondered if anything he could do would be new or exciting to someone who was two thousand years old. Surely Evan had felt it all.
Kiyo tried to put those thoughts aside. Evan had told him he was wanted and the evidence was there before his eyes. He leaned over and ran his hands up Evan's thighs, feeling ropy muscle under that dark skin. He didn't want to make Evan wait. He leaned down and softly ran his tongue up the length of his hardened shaft, slowly tasting before closing his mouth over the tip and sucking gently.
Releasing him after that brief intimate kiss Kiyo straddled Evan's legs again and knelt over him, reaching for the bottle Evan had retrieved. That would make things much easier. Kiyo winced at the memory of not having such a thing on hand on multiple occasions. It had mattered to him, but it apparently had not mattered to his partners.
Feeling somewhat shell-shocked, hardly daring to believe he was going to do this willingly... and the he was eager for it... Kiyo tipped the bottle over into his hand and then reached down, smoothing it carefully over Evan's erection. He wasn't afraid of this. He was absolutely not going to be afraid of any of this. Fear ruled most of his daily life; Kiyo had the choice to do this or not and he was choosing to. He cared about Evan... if nothing more came of this they were friends. He had been dreaming of this for nights on end now. he could hardly believe it was happening.
He moved himself up and slid himself against Evan, feeling the tip right there... very aware that with his next action he might possibly be putting them in a whole lot of trouble. Kiyo paused and took a deep breath. He forced himself to relax. This... what he was about to do... it was important to him. He wanted it. He wanted to be close to Evan. It didn't matter to him that their races were so very different.
Kiyo reached forward and pulled Evan's hands away from his head, gently settling them on his hips once more. "It feels better when you... when you touch me," he said. And it did. He craved that gentle touch, something caring and tender that had been missing for him for so long.
As he said the words he sank down slowly, leaning forward a little more, getting the angle right. He bit his lip; it hurt. It always hurt. But... this was different. He thought maybe...
Kiyo closed his eyes and forced himself to relax again. Moving slowly he let out a long sigh as the pain vanished. If he stopped being so tense it was so much easier... pleasant, even. He took his time, moving bit by bit, until finally with another little sigh he opened his eyes and looked down at Evan. He was sitting on top of him, taking him in, and it didn't hurt any more. He was relaxed, no one was insisting he do any of this... and he wanted it more than anything.
"Is it all right?" he asked Evan breathlessly. "I'm not... hurting you, am I?"
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan returned Kiyo's kiss with as much passion as he could manage without reaching out and taking hold of the man and pulling him tight against him. He said Kiyoshi was in charge and he didn't want to stop the werewolf from doing whatever it pleased him to do, so he kept his hands behind his head to remind himself of that.
Kiyo sat back and pulled his pants down his legs until they were completely off and then looked at him. Evan smiled confidently back; he was healthy and everything was arranged in a pleasing enough manner, nose where it should be and all that. His looks weren't for everyone, after all he had heard blonds have more fun but Kiyo seemed to like him well enough and that was all that mattered.
His companion slid hands up his thighs and then bent down over him. Even watching and knowing where Kiyo was going, Evan still gasped as he felt a warm tongue slide up the full length of his erection. When his partner took it into his mouth he moaned and arched, having been more than ready for quite some time now.
Kiyoshi reached up and pulled his hands down and placed them on his hips. Evan smiled and squeezed him gently. "Trust me. I would like nothing better than to touch you." It would be difficult not touching him at work. Evan shelved that thought for later. He ran his hands up over Kiyo's chest, splaying his fingers to cover more of it. His thumbs toyed with both nipples, rubbing back and forth over them.
He dropped his hands back to Kiyo's hips and squeezed gently, moaning softly as he felt himself slid inside his partner just a tiny bit. Evan pulled his focus away from how agonizingly good that felt and watched Kiyo's expression. He could see the hesitation and could feel the tenseness in the werewolf's body. He rubbed his hands along his companion's sides, soothing as much as he could. "Take your time." Evan murmured and tried to hold patiently still as his partner did just that.
Kiyo opened his eyes and looked down as if he were surprised by where he found himself. When he looked back up, Evan smiled at him.
"Yes... God, yes...Its more than all right." He trembled beneath Kiyo's weight, his hips tilting up almost involuntarily. His partner's question evoked a shaky disbelieving chuckle. "No...you aren't hurting me..." Evan leaned up and kissed Kiyo tenderly. "Are you okay? Does it still hurt?" Stopping now would be almost painful but if this was too much for Kiyoshi then they could find other ways.
Kiyo sat back and pulled his pants down his legs until they were completely off and then looked at him. Evan smiled confidently back; he was healthy and everything was arranged in a pleasing enough manner, nose where it should be and all that. His looks weren't for everyone, after all he had heard blonds have more fun but Kiyo seemed to like him well enough and that was all that mattered.
His companion slid hands up his thighs and then bent down over him. Even watching and knowing where Kiyo was going, Evan still gasped as he felt a warm tongue slide up the full length of his erection. When his partner took it into his mouth he moaned and arched, having been more than ready for quite some time now.
Kiyoshi reached up and pulled his hands down and placed them on his hips. Evan smiled and squeezed him gently. "Trust me. I would like nothing better than to touch you." It would be difficult not touching him at work. Evan shelved that thought for later. He ran his hands up over Kiyo's chest, splaying his fingers to cover more of it. His thumbs toyed with both nipples, rubbing back and forth over them.
He dropped his hands back to Kiyo's hips and squeezed gently, moaning softly as he felt himself slid inside his partner just a tiny bit. Evan pulled his focus away from how agonizingly good that felt and watched Kiyo's expression. He could see the hesitation and could feel the tenseness in the werewolf's body. He rubbed his hands along his companion's sides, soothing as much as he could. "Take your time." Evan murmured and tried to hold patiently still as his partner did just that.
Kiyo opened his eyes and looked down as if he were surprised by where he found himself. When he looked back up, Evan smiled at him.
"Yes... God, yes...Its more than all right." He trembled beneath Kiyo's weight, his hips tilting up almost involuntarily. His partner's question evoked a shaky disbelieving chuckle. "No...you aren't hurting me..." Evan leaned up and kissed Kiyo tenderly. "Are you okay? Does it still hurt?" Stopping now would be almost painful but if this was too much for Kiyoshi then they could find other ways.
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
If Kiyoshi had any question about Evan's motives they vanished entirely as his friend displayed what had to be epic-level patience. Kiyo knew how long he'd been hard, how long he'd been ready now, yet Evan still restrained himself from moving as Kiyo progressed with agonizing slowness. By he time he looked down at Evan he was almost wondering if maybe this didn't actually matter to him, but then he heard the shaky chuckle and felt the quake of strong muscles beneath him. His heart pounded; it was as if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop. This was nearly too good to be true.
Just go with it, it might not happen again, a little voice whispered. Kiyo pressed his hands down onto Evan's solid chest, smoothing them over it. He already wanted this to happen again.
He shook his head at Evan. "No," he said, his voice hoarse with the strength of his emotions after that kind, gentle kiss. "It doesn't. It feels good."
This had been Kiyo's shame in the past; he remembered being pushed into forcefully, the pain of it, and yet he hadn't been able to keep his body from responding. He liked he way it felt even when it hurt... of course, he didn't want the pain, but the stimulation seemed to override it. Now, with Evan letting him move so slowly, giving him time to adjust and relax, the pressure and sensations were overwhelmingly good.
Bracing his hands on Evan's chest Kiyo leaned forward and slid himself gently away for a moment pausing and then exhaling a long sigh of pleasure as he pushed himself back down on Evan's cock. Evan was much taller than Kiyo; he had been afraid the size difference would be too much but as he continued to move his hips slowly he knew that wouldn't be the case.
He pulled Evan up again and lowered his lips to the vampire's, twining his arms around Evan's neck and kissing him deeply as he rolled his hips and began to ride him in earnest, starting a slow, torturous pace. This was the point of no return, he realized. He was committed to a course of action that would undoubtedly cause them both trouble if their respective people knew.
Kiyo didn't care. Pulling his mouth from Evan's he hung on with his knees around his partner's waist and tipped his head back in pleasure as he picked up the pace and felt the telltale searing sensation in the pit of his stomach that spoke of that delicious feeling of release that was just now beginning to shine on the horizon.
Just go with it, it might not happen again, a little voice whispered. Kiyo pressed his hands down onto Evan's solid chest, smoothing them over it. He already wanted this to happen again.
He shook his head at Evan. "No," he said, his voice hoarse with the strength of his emotions after that kind, gentle kiss. "It doesn't. It feels good."
This had been Kiyo's shame in the past; he remembered being pushed into forcefully, the pain of it, and yet he hadn't been able to keep his body from responding. He liked he way it felt even when it hurt... of course, he didn't want the pain, but the stimulation seemed to override it. Now, with Evan letting him move so slowly, giving him time to adjust and relax, the pressure and sensations were overwhelmingly good.
Bracing his hands on Evan's chest Kiyo leaned forward and slid himself gently away for a moment pausing and then exhaling a long sigh of pleasure as he pushed himself back down on Evan's cock. Evan was much taller than Kiyo; he had been afraid the size difference would be too much but as he continued to move his hips slowly he knew that wouldn't be the case.
He pulled Evan up again and lowered his lips to the vampire's, twining his arms around Evan's neck and kissing him deeply as he rolled his hips and began to ride him in earnest, starting a slow, torturous pace. This was the point of no return, he realized. He was committed to a course of action that would undoubtedly cause them both trouble if their respective people knew.
Kiyo didn't care. Pulling his mouth from Evan's he hung on with his knees around his partner's waist and tipped his head back in pleasure as he picked up the pace and felt the telltale searing sensation in the pit of his stomach that spoke of that delicious feeling of release that was just now beginning to shine on the horizon.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
"Good." Evan managed to say, most of his other words fleeing for the moment. He watched Kiyo closely as his partner leaned forward to pull out and then push back down onto him. Evan groaned at how overwhelmingly good that felt.
He gladly sat up when Kiyoshi pulled him forward. Evan wrapped his arms around the werewolf's back and held his companion close as Kiyo bent down and kissed him again. He moaned quietly beneath those soft lips as his partner began to move in a smooth slow rhythm. He was glad that Kiyoshi was the one controlling the speed or else he would have had a hard time being so patient. It was for the best; he didn't want to hurt the werewolf. Evan wanted Kiyo to know how this should feel each and every time. There should pleasure, if not caring and love, and preferably the other things as well. He did not want to dominate his partner; he wanted him to enjoy himself and feel free to express himself. The experience should be an equal one, and that could happen regardless of what roles they played in the lovemaking.
As Kiyoshi pulled away and began riding him harder. Evan thought his partner was more beautiful than anything he had seen in a very long time with his head thrown back and his eyes closed, his hair falling loose around his shoulders and down his back, rising and falling over him. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Kiyo's chest, kissing and tasting the salty bronze skin. Finding one nipple, Evan closed his lips around it, capturing it with his teeth and flicking his tongue over it. He turned his attention to the other one and treated it to the same attention.
He wasn't going to last long at all, not at this pace, not after waiting so long. Evan pulled his mouth away and spoke as he wrapped a strong hand around his lover's cock. "You're coming with me, Little Wolf." He began stroking Kiyo at the same pace they were moving, occasionally swirling his thumb up over the tip. The fingers of his other hand trailed lightly up and town Kiyo's spine from his neck down to his ass and then back up again. At least he hoped he could bring his partner along with him. He wanted Kiyoshi to feel that pleasurable sensation again, and selfishly, he wanted to see it, every little moan and cry. This time there was no blanket to hide in.
He gladly sat up when Kiyoshi pulled him forward. Evan wrapped his arms around the werewolf's back and held his companion close as Kiyo bent down and kissed him again. He moaned quietly beneath those soft lips as his partner began to move in a smooth slow rhythm. He was glad that Kiyoshi was the one controlling the speed or else he would have had a hard time being so patient. It was for the best; he didn't want to hurt the werewolf. Evan wanted Kiyo to know how this should feel each and every time. There should pleasure, if not caring and love, and preferably the other things as well. He did not want to dominate his partner; he wanted him to enjoy himself and feel free to express himself. The experience should be an equal one, and that could happen regardless of what roles they played in the lovemaking.
As Kiyoshi pulled away and began riding him harder. Evan thought his partner was more beautiful than anything he had seen in a very long time with his head thrown back and his eyes closed, his hair falling loose around his shoulders and down his back, rising and falling over him. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Kiyo's chest, kissing and tasting the salty bronze skin. Finding one nipple, Evan closed his lips around it, capturing it with his teeth and flicking his tongue over it. He turned his attention to the other one and treated it to the same attention.
He wasn't going to last long at all, not at this pace, not after waiting so long. Evan pulled his mouth away and spoke as he wrapped a strong hand around his lover's cock. "You're coming with me, Little Wolf." He began stroking Kiyo at the same pace they were moving, occasionally swirling his thumb up over the tip. The fingers of his other hand trailed lightly up and town Kiyo's spine from his neck down to his ass and then back up again. At least he hoped he could bring his partner along with him. He wanted Kiyoshi to feel that pleasurable sensation again, and selfishly, he wanted to see it, every little moan and cry. This time there was no blanket to hide in.
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyo tried to smile but he found he couldn't; he was too busy panting his pleasure to the ceiling. Evan's obvious enjoyment was a turn on. Evan's cock buried inside him was a turn on. Evan's mouth and tongue were a turn on. He was just plain turned on. It was no hardship, even having just come minutes before. He had too much pent up energy to release.
As Evan leaned forward and dropped his mouth to Kiyoshi's chest Kiyo let out a little moan of disbelief. It was so amazingly good to feel this way. He wasn't afraid, he wasn't in pain, and he couldn't manage to feel like he was doing something wrong. Even knowing this partnering was taboo, he wanted it. Evan seemed to fit inside of him and around him so nicely. He hadn't laughed at or made fun of him; he encouraged him, held him safely and warmly while driving him forward to such bliss.
Looking down at Evan's mouth clamped firmly around his nipple Kiyoshi sucked in a harsh breath. How often did someone get to say their dream came true? Evan was treating him gently, tenderly, and whether this lasted for longer or just for a night Kiyo felt utterly loved in this moment. It made him want to cry but there was no room left for that particular event. Not yet. Maybe later, when he was alone again and could grasp at this memory and clutch it tight, he would yield to tears.
For now he gasped again as he felt Evan's hand around him. His eyes widened in surprise. "You... want me to?"
The nickname didn't bother him in the least. In fact, he found he liked it. No one really called him anything but Kiyoshi or Kiyo, which was fine by him, but being thus nicknamed made him feel special. As Evan continued to stroke him, keeping pace with Kiyo's movements, Kiyo realized yes, Evan did mean it. He did want Kiyoshi to come with him.
Kiyo tightened one arm around Evan's neck and shoulders and let the other one drift down behind him. He continued to ride his partner with enthusiasm, feeling freer and freer to do so by the second. With his free hand he reached back and brushed his fingers along the inside of Evan's thigh before finding the sensitive sac beneath him and cupping it gently, massaging carefully as he moved, letting his fingers stroke behind it.
He didn't try to hold back, since Evan didn't seem to want him to. Kiyo gave into the combined sensation of Evan's thrusts and the rhythmic stroking with a soft series of gasps that slowly built into a moan as another climax overcame him. This one ripped through him as strongly as the first and the moan became a short cry of release as he came, still moving atop his partner, every muscle trembling as he exhaled slowly.
As Evan leaned forward and dropped his mouth to Kiyoshi's chest Kiyo let out a little moan of disbelief. It was so amazingly good to feel this way. He wasn't afraid, he wasn't in pain, and he couldn't manage to feel like he was doing something wrong. Even knowing this partnering was taboo, he wanted it. Evan seemed to fit inside of him and around him so nicely. He hadn't laughed at or made fun of him; he encouraged him, held him safely and warmly while driving him forward to such bliss.
Looking down at Evan's mouth clamped firmly around his nipple Kiyoshi sucked in a harsh breath. How often did someone get to say their dream came true? Evan was treating him gently, tenderly, and whether this lasted for longer or just for a night Kiyo felt utterly loved in this moment. It made him want to cry but there was no room left for that particular event. Not yet. Maybe later, when he was alone again and could grasp at this memory and clutch it tight, he would yield to tears.
For now he gasped again as he felt Evan's hand around him. His eyes widened in surprise. "You... want me to?"
The nickname didn't bother him in the least. In fact, he found he liked it. No one really called him anything but Kiyoshi or Kiyo, which was fine by him, but being thus nicknamed made him feel special. As Evan continued to stroke him, keeping pace with Kiyo's movements, Kiyo realized yes, Evan did mean it. He did want Kiyoshi to come with him.
Kiyo tightened one arm around Evan's neck and shoulders and let the other one drift down behind him. He continued to ride his partner with enthusiasm, feeling freer and freer to do so by the second. With his free hand he reached back and brushed his fingers along the inside of Evan's thigh before finding the sensitive sac beneath him and cupping it gently, massaging carefully as he moved, letting his fingers stroke behind it.
He didn't try to hold back, since Evan didn't seem to want him to. Kiyo gave into the combined sensation of Evan's thrusts and the rhythmic stroking with a soft series of gasps that slowly built into a moan as another climax overcame him. This one ripped through him as strongly as the first and the moan became a short cry of release as he came, still moving atop his partner, every muscle trembling as he exhaled slowly.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan stared at Kiyo for a moment, responding to the question of whether he really would want to see Kiyoshi come again with more vigorous stroking. He was already very near to the point of release, panting and gasping with each of Kiyo's thrusts and he most certainly wanted his companion to climax with him.
Eventually Evan wrapped his free arm around his partner's hips and simply held Kiyo as he rode him at a more frenetic pace. He adored the wild abandon that he saw in his companion and couldn't get enough of watching Kiyoshi as he moved. It was humbling to be a part of what seemed to be such a rare moment for the werewolf and at the same time it made he feel special to be able to see this side of his friend.
Kiyo tightened the hold around his neck and then reached a hand back. It trailed up one quivering thigh and then slid down to cup his balls, stroking them gently. He gasped and his head dropped forward to lean against his partner's moving chest. "Ah!....Kiyo..." Evan cried out, knowing he wouldn't last another minute.
Neither did his companion. He felt the Kiyo constrict around him and moaned a deep sound of satisfaction as that undid him. His own release shook him with waves of pleasure that left him gasping and panting even as he felt Kiyo's climax hot and wet on his hand and stomach.
When he could think again, Evan lifted his head from Kiyo's chest and smiled up at his partner.
"That was spectacular." He gently pulled Kiyoshi down to him and kissed him tenderly. "Definitely worth the wait."
He looked down at his lap and then scooted them both toward the end of the bed. Reaching out, the tips of his fingers just touched the cleaning wipes that he used for the computer and electronics. He tipped the tub toward him and then caught it in his hand.
Evan gently eased Kiyo off him and then carefully cleaned them both. He got up to throw away the used wipes and replace the container and then returned to the bed. Reaching for Kiyo, even as he was still settling back into place.
Wrapping his arms around his lover, Evan laid back down with Kiyoshi settled on top of him once more. He hoped that his companion didn't mind waiting a few moments for him to cool off before they were once more cozily tucked beneath the blankets.
Tilting his chin down to look at Kiyo more closely, he asked. "Happy, Little Wolf?"
Eventually Evan wrapped his free arm around his partner's hips and simply held Kiyo as he rode him at a more frenetic pace. He adored the wild abandon that he saw in his companion and couldn't get enough of watching Kiyoshi as he moved. It was humbling to be a part of what seemed to be such a rare moment for the werewolf and at the same time it made he feel special to be able to see this side of his friend.
Kiyo tightened the hold around his neck and then reached a hand back. It trailed up one quivering thigh and then slid down to cup his balls, stroking them gently. He gasped and his head dropped forward to lean against his partner's moving chest. "Ah!....Kiyo..." Evan cried out, knowing he wouldn't last another minute.
Neither did his companion. He felt the Kiyo constrict around him and moaned a deep sound of satisfaction as that undid him. His own release shook him with waves of pleasure that left him gasping and panting even as he felt Kiyo's climax hot and wet on his hand and stomach.
When he could think again, Evan lifted his head from Kiyo's chest and smiled up at his partner.
"That was spectacular." He gently pulled Kiyoshi down to him and kissed him tenderly. "Definitely worth the wait."
He looked down at his lap and then scooted them both toward the end of the bed. Reaching out, the tips of his fingers just touched the cleaning wipes that he used for the computer and electronics. He tipped the tub toward him and then caught it in his hand.
Evan gently eased Kiyo off him and then carefully cleaned them both. He got up to throw away the used wipes and replace the container and then returned to the bed. Reaching for Kiyo, even as he was still settling back into place.
Wrapping his arms around his lover, Evan laid back down with Kiyoshi settled on top of him once more. He hoped that his companion didn't mind waiting a few moments for him to cool off before they were once more cozily tucked beneath the blankets.
Tilting his chin down to look at Kiyo more closely, he asked. "Happy, Little Wolf?"
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyo clutched Evan to him tightly as he felt his partner come as well, or at least the end of it as he somewhat regained his senses. He stared up at Evan's ceiling in weary disbelief, panting softly. At Evan's words he looked back down at him, his heart stopping at the sight of those dark bedroom eyes and that generous smiling mouth. He kissed Evan soundly, enthusiastically, whimpering softly into it as if afraid he might be let go at any moment.
As Evan maneuvered them both, Kiyo simply hung on tightly, his body still trembling from head to toe. He chuckled softly as Evan found the most convenient cleaning agent - alcohol wipes - and put them to use. Not his first choice, but beggars can't be choosers and all. It wasn't like they'd kill either of them and they were in very clear need of some cleanup. He sat still where Evan left him and didn't move until he was gathered back up against a very warm, very relaxed vampire. It was probably a good thing Evan felt a little like a space heater because Kiyo began to shake harder as the chill set in.
He hadn't expected to be snuggled comfortably up. Kiyo supposed he should have expected it; so far what Evan had done with him was no less than a perfect reproduction of his dreams and this was simply the icing on the cake. He clung tightly to Evan and pressed against him, nodding.
"Evan," he said hesitantly, a little afraid to ask the question on his mind. He didn't want to assume things... but he wanted it so badly. "Can I maybe - can I sleep here? With you?"
He bit his lip right after he said it. He shouldn't have asked. It was enough that Evan had just loved him the way he had; he probably just wanted to roll over and go to sleep. Kiyo could crawl back into his sleeping bag and keep very quiet though. He just wanted to stay near. He was a little afraid to go to sleep. What if he woke up to realize this was all just some torturous dream?
The idea made him tremble harder.
As Evan maneuvered them both, Kiyo simply hung on tightly, his body still trembling from head to toe. He chuckled softly as Evan found the most convenient cleaning agent - alcohol wipes - and put them to use. Not his first choice, but beggars can't be choosers and all. It wasn't like they'd kill either of them and they were in very clear need of some cleanup. He sat still where Evan left him and didn't move until he was gathered back up against a very warm, very relaxed vampire. It was probably a good thing Evan felt a little like a space heater because Kiyo began to shake harder as the chill set in.
He hadn't expected to be snuggled comfortably up. Kiyo supposed he should have expected it; so far what Evan had done with him was no less than a perfect reproduction of his dreams and this was simply the icing on the cake. He clung tightly to Evan and pressed against him, nodding.
"Evan," he said hesitantly, a little afraid to ask the question on his mind. He didn't want to assume things... but he wanted it so badly. "Can I maybe - can I sleep here? With you?"
He bit his lip right after he said it. He shouldn't have asked. It was enough that Evan had just loved him the way he had; he probably just wanted to roll over and go to sleep. Kiyo could crawl back into his sleeping bag and keep very quiet though. He just wanted to stay near. He was a little afraid to go to sleep. What if he woke up to realize this was all just some torturous dream?
The idea made him tremble harder.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan smiled at the hesitant tone and the question that he received in response to his own. Hugging Kiyo closer, he chuckled softly and kissed his forehead. "I was hoping that you would." He rubbed his hands along the werewolf's trembling back and then removed one and leaned to the side to reach the remote. Evan turned the television off and then turned back to his partner.
"I think we'll have to watch it again from the beginning because I honestly have no idea what was going on."
He rolled them both over onto their sides and reached for Kiyo's stack of blankets. Evan threw one quilt over the both of them and then piled an extra couple on his companion since he seemed to prefer it. Leaning up, Evan also rearranged the pillows, laying them back down and spreading them out for the both of them to use. Then he wrapped both arms back around Kiyoshi.
Snuggling close, Evan sighed happily, now very relaxed and somewhat sleepy. He reached up and brushed his fingers through Kiyo's hair before tucking the arm back around his partner's waist.
"I might like you to sleep in it again tomorrow too." He murmured, nuzzling into Kiyo's neck and closing his eyes. "If you'd like."
"I think we'll have to watch it again from the beginning because I honestly have no idea what was going on."
He rolled them both over onto their sides and reached for Kiyo's stack of blankets. Evan threw one quilt over the both of them and then piled an extra couple on his companion since he seemed to prefer it. Leaning up, Evan also rearranged the pillows, laying them back down and spreading them out for the both of them to use. Then he wrapped both arms back around Kiyoshi.
Snuggling close, Evan sighed happily, now very relaxed and somewhat sleepy. He reached up and brushed his fingers through Kiyo's hair before tucking the arm back around his partner's waist.
"I might like you to sleep in it again tomorrow too." He murmured, nuzzling into Kiyo's neck and closing his eyes. "If you'd like."
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Sure enough, Evan apparently did want to roll over and go to sleep... wrapped around Kiyoshi. He nodded in agreement with Evan's assessment of the movie. He'd seen it before but Evan hadn't. Kiyo sighed; apparently he had not been so good at keeping his promise. Evan didn't seem to hold it against him.
He lay still, somewhat floored, when Evan took it upon himself to make them both comfortable. Kiyo helped shift the pillows around but otherwise he lay where he was and let himself be buried under his pile of blankets again. The pillows were cool and clean, the blankets warm, and Evan at his back even warmer.
Kiyo still found himself tense as Evan relaxed behind him, still caressing him and then wrapping an arm somewhat possessively around Kiyo's waist. Did Evan plan to sleep like this? Kiyo turned his head to look at the vampire as he spoke, inviting Kiyo to return the next night. Well, morning.
His heart pounded. If he'd like? How could he not like? Wordlessly Kiyoshi just nodded again before finding his voice. "I want to," he said softly but fervently. That was all he could say; a million words couldn't have described the feelings rolling around inside of him right now.
He wasn't used to sleeping like this, in someone else's space. Everything smelled different, looked different, felt different. But Kiyo didn't want to move so much as an inch, even if he couldn't sleep. So he snuggled back against Evan until his shivering gradually subsided and warmth seeped into his skin, relaxing slowly as he adjusted to the way things felt. He wanted to sleep like this every night. Not that he disliked his sleeping bag in the forest but this... this was priceless.
He lay still, somewhat floored, when Evan took it upon himself to make them both comfortable. Kiyo helped shift the pillows around but otherwise he lay where he was and let himself be buried under his pile of blankets again. The pillows were cool and clean, the blankets warm, and Evan at his back even warmer.
Kiyo still found himself tense as Evan relaxed behind him, still caressing him and then wrapping an arm somewhat possessively around Kiyo's waist. Did Evan plan to sleep like this? Kiyo turned his head to look at the vampire as he spoke, inviting Kiyo to return the next night. Well, morning.
His heart pounded. If he'd like? How could he not like? Wordlessly Kiyoshi just nodded again before finding his voice. "I want to," he said softly but fervently. That was all he could say; a million words couldn't have described the feelings rolling around inside of him right now.
He wasn't used to sleeping like this, in someone else's space. Everything smelled different, looked different, felt different. But Kiyo didn't want to move so much as an inch, even if he couldn't sleep. So he snuggled back against Evan until his shivering gradually subsided and warmth seeped into his skin, relaxing slowly as he adjusted to the way things felt. He wanted to sleep like this every night. Not that he disliked his sleeping bag in the forest but this... this was priceless.