Cris smiled as Rowan brought a hand to his face and told him that the thing he had asked for was not so crazy after all. He would be a good little vampire so long as he could have that. Probably. He would try anyway. Cris nodded to Rowan and leaned a little into the hand. "Thank you"
He listened to Rowan's voice in his head as they moved through the water once more. With the blindfold on he missed out on a lot of things, but less than he had expected. Other senses made up for the one that he lacked. He was very attuned to every part of Rowan that touched his body and he could feel the tiny tremors that ran through his partner's arms. Cris bent down and planted tender kisses on his lover's shoulder, his neck and the side of his jaw, anywhere he could reach. [That is all I could ever ask, Love.] It was more than he should have asked but Rowan would try to make it happen anyway. That made him incredibly happy; he felt safe and loved.
Rowan's body bumped against something that he was pretty sure was the bottom of the pool. Cris realized, when he took a moment to focus on things other than his lover, that somewhere in the back of his mind he had been noticing the small changes around him, the different feel of the waves in the water and the gentle lowering of its level on his skin. He also noticed that knowing where he was did not matter nearly as much to him now as it had earlier.
His hand was guided downward and placed on Rowan's very erect member. Cris smiled crookedly at the words that went along with the gesture, not at all guilty for the effect that he had on his partner.
He kept his hand where Rowan had placed it while he listened to the reward he was going to be given. It was a choice of two equally wonderful things. Cris slowly stroked Rowan's cock as he considered, his hand gliding well enough along the water slicked surface of his lover's skin; his slender fingers swirled over the tip, rubbed along the underside of the ridge and then it was back to long even strokes again for a bit while he took his time... thinking.
Both options were worthy of being chosen. Cris considered what he wanted at the moment, how long he would last if he got what he wanted. If he were to take Rowan he would not last long, feeling his lover tight and warm around him was more than he could handle for more than a minute right now. If he rode Rowan instead then perhaps he would last a little longer, if his lover was merciful. The feel of Rowan inside him would be almost too much to handle as well, but that was what he desired more than anything right now. Rowan had teased him perfectly and now, after such light delicate touches, he wanted to feel his lover stretching him, pushed deep inside him.
Cris considered himself and marveled at how much Rowan had changed him in so short a time. Here he was, in a blindfold no less, choosing to let someone enter him despite having another perfectly good option available to him. He smiled again; yes, he had changed but he did not regret one single bit of it.
"I would like to stay here. Like this, Sir." He spoke quietly, enjoying the words despite how strange they sounded to his ears. He did not mind giving Rowan the respectful title despite its suggestion that, for the moment, he was subordinate to his partner. Rowan did not think less of him for that, which made all the difference in the world to him. He would never considered such a role with anyone else but Rowan. He loved and trusted his partner and he knew that Rowan was worthy of that love, trust and respect, all of it and then some. Cris sat where he was and waited for Rowan's instruction. He might be the one that was going to be on top but his lover was still the one in control. Besides Rowan was also the one who could see.
The Room Was Okay, I Guess (private)
((ooc: follows Trick or Treat))
Rowan and Cris rode the elevator up in relative silence with the few other people who were in it as well. Slowly the others left at their respective floors until it was only the two of them, riding up to one of the larger suites at the top of the building. Rowan hadn't gone half-way on this room. If he and Cris were going to spend the night away from home they were going to spend it luxuriously; in Rowan's opinion home was best but he'd thought a little getaway tonight would be great.
They left the elevator near one of the upper floors. There was a hallway, but there were only two doors. The suites here were large. Rowan slid his own key card from his pocket and turned to the door toward the front of the hotel, the one to the suite that faced out toward Nachton. He opened it and held it for Cris, making sure he closed it securely behind him.
Inside, the room was decorated in a simple elegant style. Rowan hated the way most hotels managed to find the most sickening shades and obnoxious wallpapers to decorate with. Nothing says 'home' like orange paisley and bile yellow, right? Not so at the Piazza. This room in particular was done in soothing tones, predominantly a deep blue mixed with hues of green and purple, accented with cream and gold. It wasn't over the top, and it didn't blow your eyes out with a riot of color.
They walked into a spacious living-dining area with a small kitchen and bar in it. Their bags were sitting right there at the entrance, having been brought up much earlier. Rowan had packed two even though it was a short stay; they were small bags. One of them held clothing for the both of them, the other all of their relevant toiletries. He might have tossed a few toys in as well. Next to their bags there was a suit bag, so their formal clothing wouldn't get wrinkled. Rowan might be slightly disorganized at home but he knew how to store his tux... and wouldn't be caught dead in one wrinkled.
The living room was open currently, since it was dark out. The windows were covered during the day with shades that could be controlled with a button to cover all or part of the windows. They retracted into the wall, but Rowan had seen them come down and knew they were made for their kind. Not a speck of light could get through.
Continuing through the living area there was an office area for those who came here on business, done in the same medium-dark wood as the hardwood floors. Through there was a set of double doors, which was where Rowan headed after picking up their bags in one hand. Inside was a huge master suite. It was decorated in the same color scheme as the front. What Rowan loved about it was the front-facing balcony, accessed through a set of double doors.
Outside the balcony had a permanent roof and the same sort of retractable windows. They were currently closed to ward against the chill of the night air. There was a hot tub at one end and, best of all, a small freshwater pool. The water was warm and the pool looked inviting. It overlooked the city; they were so high up, though, that you couldn't see much when you were actually in it. Just the skyline in the distance. That was perfect.
The bathroom was at the end of the suite, but even though it was roomy and just as luxurious as the rest of it, it was the pool that took most of the attention away.
Rowan dropped their bags on the bed and stretched, twisting this way and that, cracking his back as he did. Turning to Cris he smiled. "Care for a swim?"
It would be a nice way to relax; at least Rowan thought so. He swam like a fish and loved the water. Cris might have other ideas, though. Rowan was open to suggestions... as long as they were spending time together. He had to remind himself to ditch the little twinges of insecurity he felt. Cris was here, with him, and wanted to be here with him. That was important. Rowan wasn't losing him anytime soon.
Somehow, though, once the worry had set in it wanted to stay. Rowan wasn't used to worrying. He was usually completely confident in his ability to hold someone's attention. The trouble was, he realized, he'd never met anyone whose attention he cared to hold for a long time, until meeting Cris.
Shaking his head and sighing at himself he undid the buttons of his coat. If nothing else, he wanted to change into something far more comfortable. Maybe he could just wear Cris for a few hours. The idea made his smile soften a bit as he considered it.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan let his head fall back onto the bottom of the pool where his hair floated out around him as Cris found him hard and straining beneath his hand. He parted his lips and let out a sound that was half sigh, half moan, as Cris's hand stroked and teased. It didn't matter that the contact so far had been fairly one-sided; just the act of teasing Cris had aroused his own fierce need and he felt it as strongly as his lover did. He arched into Cris's hand, holding his partner tight against him and hoping Cris didn't take too terribly long to decide what he wanted; Rowan wanted to join with Cris now... half an hour ago... yesterday.
As Cris spoke Rowan sat back up and curled around him, embracing his love tightly as Cris gave the answer Rowan had thought he would. There were a number of reasons he'd thought Cris might choose to stay like this; first and foremost was that if Rowan had done his job well, Cris would be enjoying himself and the position wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Other reasons had spiraled around Rowan's mind too; the fact that Cris tended to stay with a role once he chose it; the possibility that he might last longer this way. Rowan had wanted all options open though. He never wanted Cris to feel like what they did had to be this way or that... just having Cris there was the most important thing.
"Okay," he murmured softly, acquiescing to Cris's decision. "Then we stay here."
He lifted Cris against him so that he could shift. Sitting up he raised himself up and then knelt back down again, his legs spread in a wide stable stance in the shallow water. He didn't mind the concrete on his knees but he wanted Cris off of it. He resettled his partner to straddle him, facing him.
Holding Cris close Rowan kissed him again, softly at first and then deeper, harder, more intense as desire pressed to the fore. Rowan moaned against Cris's lips, his whole body feeling strained to its limits with repression.
"Damn," he gasped between kisses. "I want to be slower, love, but... I can't."
It wasn't going to happen. He was too turned on, too desperate to feel Cris straining around him. He reached to the side of the pool, located the tube he'd brought with him, and applied it quickly with shaking hands. His whole body still quaked with need, each muscle tense and quivering.
Gripping Cris's hips Rowan carefully positioned his partner over him, gritting his teeth and groaning softly as he poised himself beneath him. Sighing softly he leaned close kissed Cris again and again.
"I love you," he murmured as he slowly, achingly, pushed himself inside. So help him, he damn near lost it then as his throbbing member was surrounded by Cris's tight warmth. "My own."
He moaned again, loudly, as he buried himself completely within Cris. Once inside, though, he didn't move at all. Instead he ran his hands up Christian's back, still holding him close, still interspersing his caresses with soft kisses. Once his fingertips reached the nape of Cris's neck he let them dive into his wet blond hair. That was it. He had wanted Cris to trust him this far, to let him care for him until their bodies were joined together and now they were.
Rowan found the velcro of the blindfold and tugged it loose, careful not to pull Cris's hair in the process. The blindfold fell away and Rowan placed it to the side at the edge of the pool. He brushed shaking fingers across Cris's cheeks, over his brow, before he closed his eyes tightly and gasped softly again.
"You amaze me, love," he said tightly, his hands upon Cris's hips moving slowly, encouraging him to rock back and forth just a bit without really thrusting. Just that little bit of motion was almost enough to shove him over the edge, but he had promised Cris. They would come together. Soon, most likely.
As Cris spoke Rowan sat back up and curled around him, embracing his love tightly as Cris gave the answer Rowan had thought he would. There were a number of reasons he'd thought Cris might choose to stay like this; first and foremost was that if Rowan had done his job well, Cris would be enjoying himself and the position wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Other reasons had spiraled around Rowan's mind too; the fact that Cris tended to stay with a role once he chose it; the possibility that he might last longer this way. Rowan had wanted all options open though. He never wanted Cris to feel like what they did had to be this way or that... just having Cris there was the most important thing.
"Okay," he murmured softly, acquiescing to Cris's decision. "Then we stay here."
He lifted Cris against him so that he could shift. Sitting up he raised himself up and then knelt back down again, his legs spread in a wide stable stance in the shallow water. He didn't mind the concrete on his knees but he wanted Cris off of it. He resettled his partner to straddle him, facing him.
Holding Cris close Rowan kissed him again, softly at first and then deeper, harder, more intense as desire pressed to the fore. Rowan moaned against Cris's lips, his whole body feeling strained to its limits with repression.
"Damn," he gasped between kisses. "I want to be slower, love, but... I can't."
It wasn't going to happen. He was too turned on, too desperate to feel Cris straining around him. He reached to the side of the pool, located the tube he'd brought with him, and applied it quickly with shaking hands. His whole body still quaked with need, each muscle tense and quivering.
Gripping Cris's hips Rowan carefully positioned his partner over him, gritting his teeth and groaning softly as he poised himself beneath him. Sighing softly he leaned close kissed Cris again and again.
"I love you," he murmured as he slowly, achingly, pushed himself inside. So help him, he damn near lost it then as his throbbing member was surrounded by Cris's tight warmth. "My own."
He moaned again, loudly, as he buried himself completely within Cris. Once inside, though, he didn't move at all. Instead he ran his hands up Christian's back, still holding him close, still interspersing his caresses with soft kisses. Once his fingertips reached the nape of Cris's neck he let them dive into his wet blond hair. That was it. He had wanted Cris to trust him this far, to let him care for him until their bodies were joined together and now they were.
Rowan found the velcro of the blindfold and tugged it loose, careful not to pull Cris's hair in the process. The blindfold fell away and Rowan placed it to the side at the edge of the pool. He brushed shaking fingers across Cris's cheeks, over his brow, before he closed his eyes tightly and gasped softly again.
"You amaze me, love," he said tightly, his hands upon Cris's hips moving slowly, encouraging him to rock back and forth just a bit without really thrusting. Just that little bit of motion was almost enough to shove him over the edge, but he had promised Cris. They would come together. Soon, most likely.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
His lover's breathless moan was beautiful. Cris sighed softly with Rowan, happy to hear further confirmation of his partner's desire. He did not change his pace or movement despite wanting to encourage more of those sounds. He was supposed to be thinking, not teasing after all.
After his decision was made, Cris wrapped his arms around Rowan when his companion sat up. Having chosen his reward, he went back to following his partner's lead. He was content to press himself even closer in that tight embrace, leaning his head against Rowan as his companion rearranged them both to suit himself.
He frowned slightly when his lover settled them down in their new position. They were not exactly kneeling on plush carpet here in the pool and Rowan was choosing to take the brunt of their activities on his own knees. Cris opened his mouth to object and then remembered what he had said at the beginning of this adventure. He raised his hand up to the collar around his neck, his fingertips brushing lightly over its surface. He had said that he would trust Rowan and follow his lead tonight. The concrete would not cause his lover much harm; it was Rowan's choice, he would have made the same one had he been the one controlling the situation, he would abide by his partner's decision, as he had promised. So instead of his first instinct, Cris closed his mouth and instead smiled softly, loving his partner all the more for his consideration.
Rowan's kiss made him forget there was concrete, a pool, a hotel, other people, or anything else. He wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and returned the embrace, feeling renewed desire burst into desperate need as Rowan ravished his mouth with his own. The small moan against his lips inspired an answering sound within him; it started from his chest and seemed to rise up through him demanding escape. It was soft, hardly much noise at all and it did not adequately describe the intense longing that he felt, something that was almost a physical pain.
His partner pulled away enough to speak and Cris felt a small quiet chuckle escape him. "You do not have to be slow for me, Rowan. I am more than ready for you." It was an understatement if ever he had uttered one.
His lover released him with one hand, Cris could feel the vague direction of Rowan's movement with the subtle change in his balance. He could hear his companion unscrewing the cap to the lube. Cris turned his attention to Rowan's neck, kissing his lover softly, with slow tenderness. It was his way of waiting; he was not trying to push his lover or seduce him. He was trying to be good, as promised.
Rowan had made quick work of the task of coating himself. Cris loosened his hold on his lover's neck when Rowan grasped his hips and moved him into place. There had been no prolonged teasing and relaxing of his opening and so he braced himself for that initial stretching sensation. He smiled at his lover's words, unable to reply immediately as Rowan lowered him slowly down. Cris cried out in surprised pleasure at that first sensation of being entered. After the initial tightness became an acceptance, his body relaxed and adjusted to the feel of Rowan buried inside of him. Soon he yearned to move, to revel in the feel of his lover filling him so completely. It was difficult to remain still, his whole body trembled with the effort it took to do so.
[You feel perfect. Right here.] Cris smiled and finally answered his lover's affection. "I love you, Rowan." His smile grew wider as he spoke of his lover's term of endearment for him. "I am most definitely yours." All of him, body, mind and soul belonged to this amazing man.
His partner's fingers trailed across his skin, causing a shiver to run up his spine. Cris leaned forward as Rowan caressed the nape of neck and then pushed fingers into his hair. He was content and eager all at the same time, it was an interesting dichotomy but still true just the same.
Rowan loosened the blindfold and pulled it away from his eyes. Cris blinked a few times, immediately searching for his lover's face. He looked up at Rowan and smiled. His lover looked beautiful even with the pressure sparkles that twinkled around his peripheral vision. The recognizable vivid shades of Rowan's aura were like the lines of home; familiar, comforting, safe and warm. Though the rooms of this home were currently decorated with a lot of red. He was fond of the colour; Rowan looked amazing cloaked in diaphanous shades of red.
His partner proclaimed him amazing, Cris blinked again, this time in confusion. What had he done that was praise worthy? Rowan had done all the work, calming him and bringing him through a potentially frightening situation with perfect consideration and planning. He had not only not been afraid but by the end of the experience he was far more focused on the pleasure Rowan was giving him than he was by the fact that he could not see.
Still, Cris was glad he could see now. He smiled at Rowan and began rocking his hips in a slow steady rhythm, drinking in the sight of his redhead sitting in front of him with his eyes closed and enjoyment evident in his expression. Cris did not have an answer to Rowan's words so he leaned forward and gave his partner a tender kiss instead. Perhaps that was answer enough.
After his decision was made, Cris wrapped his arms around Rowan when his companion sat up. Having chosen his reward, he went back to following his partner's lead. He was content to press himself even closer in that tight embrace, leaning his head against Rowan as his companion rearranged them both to suit himself.
He frowned slightly when his lover settled them down in their new position. They were not exactly kneeling on plush carpet here in the pool and Rowan was choosing to take the brunt of their activities on his own knees. Cris opened his mouth to object and then remembered what he had said at the beginning of this adventure. He raised his hand up to the collar around his neck, his fingertips brushing lightly over its surface. He had said that he would trust Rowan and follow his lead tonight. The concrete would not cause his lover much harm; it was Rowan's choice, he would have made the same one had he been the one controlling the situation, he would abide by his partner's decision, as he had promised. So instead of his first instinct, Cris closed his mouth and instead smiled softly, loving his partner all the more for his consideration.
Rowan's kiss made him forget there was concrete, a pool, a hotel, other people, or anything else. He wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and returned the embrace, feeling renewed desire burst into desperate need as Rowan ravished his mouth with his own. The small moan against his lips inspired an answering sound within him; it started from his chest and seemed to rise up through him demanding escape. It was soft, hardly much noise at all and it did not adequately describe the intense longing that he felt, something that was almost a physical pain.
His partner pulled away enough to speak and Cris felt a small quiet chuckle escape him. "You do not have to be slow for me, Rowan. I am more than ready for you." It was an understatement if ever he had uttered one.
His lover released him with one hand, Cris could feel the vague direction of Rowan's movement with the subtle change in his balance. He could hear his companion unscrewing the cap to the lube. Cris turned his attention to Rowan's neck, kissing his lover softly, with slow tenderness. It was his way of waiting; he was not trying to push his lover or seduce him. He was trying to be good, as promised.
Rowan had made quick work of the task of coating himself. Cris loosened his hold on his lover's neck when Rowan grasped his hips and moved him into place. There had been no prolonged teasing and relaxing of his opening and so he braced himself for that initial stretching sensation. He smiled at his lover's words, unable to reply immediately as Rowan lowered him slowly down. Cris cried out in surprised pleasure at that first sensation of being entered. After the initial tightness became an acceptance, his body relaxed and adjusted to the feel of Rowan buried inside of him. Soon he yearned to move, to revel in the feel of his lover filling him so completely. It was difficult to remain still, his whole body trembled with the effort it took to do so.
[You feel perfect. Right here.] Cris smiled and finally answered his lover's affection. "I love you, Rowan." His smile grew wider as he spoke of his lover's term of endearment for him. "I am most definitely yours." All of him, body, mind and soul belonged to this amazing man.
His partner's fingers trailed across his skin, causing a shiver to run up his spine. Cris leaned forward as Rowan caressed the nape of neck and then pushed fingers into his hair. He was content and eager all at the same time, it was an interesting dichotomy but still true just the same.
Rowan loosened the blindfold and pulled it away from his eyes. Cris blinked a few times, immediately searching for his lover's face. He looked up at Rowan and smiled. His lover looked beautiful even with the pressure sparkles that twinkled around his peripheral vision. The recognizable vivid shades of Rowan's aura were like the lines of home; familiar, comforting, safe and warm. Though the rooms of this home were currently decorated with a lot of red. He was fond of the colour; Rowan looked amazing cloaked in diaphanous shades of red.
His partner proclaimed him amazing, Cris blinked again, this time in confusion. What had he done that was praise worthy? Rowan had done all the work, calming him and bringing him through a potentially frightening situation with perfect consideration and planning. He had not only not been afraid but by the end of the experience he was far more focused on the pleasure Rowan was giving him than he was by the fact that he could not see.
Still, Cris was glad he could see now. He smiled at Rowan and began rocking his hips in a slow steady rhythm, drinking in the sight of his redhead sitting in front of him with his eyes closed and enjoyment evident in his expression. Cris did not have an answer to Rowan's words so he leaned forward and gave his partner a tender kiss instead. Perhaps that was answer enough.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan opened his eyes at the feel of Cris's soft kiss but they almost immediately drifted closed again as he responded even more passionately, deepening it and encouraging more from his partner with gentle nips of his fangs and soft seductive flicks of his tongue. Everything Cris did was just right. Every response, every touch, each word. Rowan wanted the moment to last forever but the rocking of Cris's hips reminded him acutely that there was so much more pleasure in store for them both.
With a groan of urgent desire he raised himself up a little, the muscles of his thighs flexing as he did. His arms tightened around Cris and he continued to torment his lover as best he knew how with lips, tongue, and teeth even as he reared back, slid slowly out, and then thrust back in again deeply, heavily. He wanted to fill Cris entirely with sensation, with love, with the same incredible satisfaction that always came from their lovemaking.
Cris had told him he didn't need to go slowly and Rowan took him at his word. He couldn't restrain himself at the moment anyhow, not when he was already so close. He only hoped he could keep his promise to Cris and take his partner with him. Reaching between them he grasped Cris's erection firmly and began to stroke him in time with each subsequent thrust. His actions built quickly to a fevered rhythm as he lost himself in their coupling. He continued to plunder Cris's mouth, holding him tightly with one arm, stroking him with his free hand, all the while thrusting faster, deeper.
"Ah, Cris," he breathed between kisses, unable to articulate his feelings any more clearly. "Come with me now, love. Please."
Rowan's body shook with strain and desire as he breathed Cris's name again in the final few deep, delicious thrusts before the blinding white light of climax swept over him and he came with a shudder against Cris's mouth as wave after wave of delirious euphoria overcame him. He somehow managed to hang on to his love, his hand still cradling him carefully, even as he tried, and failed, to regain his senses.
Let the world explode, he thought. In that moment there was nothing else and no one else. With Cris in his life Rowan knew he had been altered completely and he would never, could never, be the old Rowan again.
He didn't want to be.
With a groan of urgent desire he raised himself up a little, the muscles of his thighs flexing as he did. His arms tightened around Cris and he continued to torment his lover as best he knew how with lips, tongue, and teeth even as he reared back, slid slowly out, and then thrust back in again deeply, heavily. He wanted to fill Cris entirely with sensation, with love, with the same incredible satisfaction that always came from their lovemaking.
Cris had told him he didn't need to go slowly and Rowan took him at his word. He couldn't restrain himself at the moment anyhow, not when he was already so close. He only hoped he could keep his promise to Cris and take his partner with him. Reaching between them he grasped Cris's erection firmly and began to stroke him in time with each subsequent thrust. His actions built quickly to a fevered rhythm as he lost himself in their coupling. He continued to plunder Cris's mouth, holding him tightly with one arm, stroking him with his free hand, all the while thrusting faster, deeper.
"Ah, Cris," he breathed between kisses, unable to articulate his feelings any more clearly. "Come with me now, love. Please."
Rowan's body shook with strain and desire as he breathed Cris's name again in the final few deep, delicious thrusts before the blinding white light of climax swept over him and he came with a shudder against Cris's mouth as wave after wave of delirious euphoria overcame him. He somehow managed to hang on to his love, his hand still cradling him carefully, even as he tried, and failed, to regain his senses.
Let the world explode, he thought. In that moment there was nothing else and no one else. With Cris in his life Rowan knew he had been altered completely and he would never, could never, be the old Rowan again.
He didn't want to be.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris supposed his silent answer was a good one. He smiled against Rowan's lips and then continued kissing his partner. The unspoken request for more ardent attention was something he wholeheartedly enjoyed and complied with.
He held on tightly to his companion's shoulders as Rowan raised himself up, even though he partner was holding him securely around the waist. His lover pulled away to thrust deeply and Cris shuddered with pleasure. He moaned against his partner's lips, and clutched at Rowan with desperate fingers. His mind and body all screamed the same thing. Again! Again! Thankfully his lover appeared to be of the same opinion; Rowan tilted his hips back and then thrust a second time, followed more quickly by a third and fourth.
His body was already on the verge of bliss and feeling Rowan pushed deeply inside him was almost more than he could handle. His lover's hand reached between them and grasped his erection, stroking it firmly in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. It was more than he could take.
It occurred to him then that Rowan had not told him he could come. Cris tensed, holding himself up straighter, pulling away slightly from his lover as if that small distance could stop the inevitable. He was not going to be able to hold out!. He was going to fail to follow the rule that Rowan had given him. He shuddered, squeezing his eyes tightly closed and clenching his fists tightly but he could not stop himself.
Rowan spoke to him, asking him to come with him but he barely heard him through the haze of pleasure that clouded everything else as he went past the point of no return. The orgasm that rocked his body, forestalled as long as he could manage, was blindingly intense. Cris cried out his lover's name, griping Rowan's shoulders tightly as he arched and came into Rowan's hand.
When they were both done and he could think again, Cris wondered if that counted as a rule violation or not. Rowan had certainly climaxed before he had finished but he had come ever so slightly before Rowan had asked. Hopefully it was all more technical than his lover planned to be. Though...if Rowan chose to punish him then Cris would willingly submit to it and quite likely enjoy every second of it.
He leaned down and nuzzled his face into the crook of Rowan's neck, content to stay wrapped in his partner's embrace for at least a few moments more.
Cris murmured softly from his comfortable resting place. "Will you dry me off and put me to bed? And then maybe I can play with you in a blindfold...Sir." A smile stretched across his lips at the thought.
He held on tightly to his companion's shoulders as Rowan raised himself up, even though he partner was holding him securely around the waist. His lover pulled away to thrust deeply and Cris shuddered with pleasure. He moaned against his partner's lips, and clutched at Rowan with desperate fingers. His mind and body all screamed the same thing. Again! Again! Thankfully his lover appeared to be of the same opinion; Rowan tilted his hips back and then thrust a second time, followed more quickly by a third and fourth.
His body was already on the verge of bliss and feeling Rowan pushed deeply inside him was almost more than he could handle. His lover's hand reached between them and grasped his erection, stroking it firmly in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. It was more than he could take.
It occurred to him then that Rowan had not told him he could come. Cris tensed, holding himself up straighter, pulling away slightly from his lover as if that small distance could stop the inevitable. He was not going to be able to hold out!. He was going to fail to follow the rule that Rowan had given him. He shuddered, squeezing his eyes tightly closed and clenching his fists tightly but he could not stop himself.
Rowan spoke to him, asking him to come with him but he barely heard him through the haze of pleasure that clouded everything else as he went past the point of no return. The orgasm that rocked his body, forestalled as long as he could manage, was blindingly intense. Cris cried out his lover's name, griping Rowan's shoulders tightly as he arched and came into Rowan's hand.
When they were both done and he could think again, Cris wondered if that counted as a rule violation or not. Rowan had certainly climaxed before he had finished but he had come ever so slightly before Rowan had asked. Hopefully it was all more technical than his lover planned to be. Though...if Rowan chose to punish him then Cris would willingly submit to it and quite likely enjoy every second of it.
He leaned down and nuzzled his face into the crook of Rowan's neck, content to stay wrapped in his partner's embrace for at least a few moments more.
Cris murmured softly from his comfortable resting place. "Will you dry me off and put me to bed? And then maybe I can play with you in a blindfold...Sir." A smile stretched across his lips at the thought.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan caught his breath as quickly as he could although it was difficult to muster any motivation to move quickly, with Cris so sweetly pliant in his arms. His lover then supplied the motivation in the form of a request Rowan wouldn't have denied in a million years.
"I'll dry you off but I'm far from finished with you, love," he said, a note of wickedness creeping into his voice to barely be detectable beneath the lassitude he currently felt.
In spite of the vast amount of water nearby Rowan was hardly going to use the pool to get them both clean; there was a small shower stall for rinsing at one side of the balcony. He carefully picked Cris up and carried him to it to rinse them both off. After that he did, indeed, dry his partner off. Then he carried him into the suite, laid him gently on the bed, and proceeded to lick, suckle, and nibble him back to life. It worked like a dream, and the reciprocation was delicious.
That, however, was also not to be the end of the night. It was, as Rowan had warned earlier, one of those nights. By the time they had to close the shades against the dawn a bottle or two of wine had been opened, drunk, and placed more or less carefully aside. The blindfold had been used by both of them, and Rowan's collar and cuffs had seen several re-fittings. It was probably safe to say they had lost count of whose turn it was for anything, and what was where.
When the room finally stilled and there was no motion anywhere, anyone who could have observed the aftermath would have been hard-pressed to say for sure if one person or two slept in the large bed beneath the blue cover, so closely entwined were the two lovers.
There could be no doubt in Rowan's mind as to Cris's feelings for him. It was plain, when they were together, that his partner might have danced with others but hadn't truly seen them... not the way he saw Rowan. He could only hope Cris realized the same was true for him. He might have touched and been touched by other people at the benefit, but the only one who could really touch him anymore was Cris.
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"I'll dry you off but I'm far from finished with you, love," he said, a note of wickedness creeping into his voice to barely be detectable beneath the lassitude he currently felt.
In spite of the vast amount of water nearby Rowan was hardly going to use the pool to get them both clean; there was a small shower stall for rinsing at one side of the balcony. He carefully picked Cris up and carried him to it to rinse them both off. After that he did, indeed, dry his partner off. Then he carried him into the suite, laid him gently on the bed, and proceeded to lick, suckle, and nibble him back to life. It worked like a dream, and the reciprocation was delicious.
That, however, was also not to be the end of the night. It was, as Rowan had warned earlier, one of those nights. By the time they had to close the shades against the dawn a bottle or two of wine had been opened, drunk, and placed more or less carefully aside. The blindfold had been used by both of them, and Rowan's collar and cuffs had seen several re-fittings. It was probably safe to say they had lost count of whose turn it was for anything, and what was where.
When the room finally stilled and there was no motion anywhere, anyone who could have observed the aftermath would have been hard-pressed to say for sure if one person or two slept in the large bed beneath the blue cover, so closely entwined were the two lovers.
There could be no doubt in Rowan's mind as to Cris's feelings for him. It was plain, when they were together, that his partner might have danced with others but hadn't truly seen them... not the way he saw Rowan. He could only hope Cris realized the same was true for him. He might have touched and been touched by other people at the benefit, but the only one who could really touch him anymore was Cris.
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