Just being in the circle of Josh's arms made him feel better. Josh's words and the feel of his boyfriend's warmth wrapped around him eased the tension out of his shoulders. Gris melted into that embrace and enjoyed it for a few moments before he had to move back enough so that they could walk.
At least Josh seemed to be taking him seriously about wanting to touch him because he didn't let go completely. Gris wrapped one arm around Josh's waist and they walked together, perfectly together. He loved that their height made that so possible, especially at times like this when he'd rather not let Josh go even if it had meant an uncomfortable stride for one of them. He also loved occasionally sharing clothes. They couldn't share everything but while Josh's shirts and jeans were loose on him they did fit enough that he was decent. His own shirts didn't always fit but a lot of them did, like a second skin on his boyfriend. He might admit, to himself anyway, to buying a few that were more loose on him so that he could share them. In winter he wanted to wrap himself in Josh's coat when Josh had to travel, smell his partner's scent wrapped around him even when Josh was far away.
They went around the back of a building. Gris breathed in the sharp smell of the forest and that both calmed and excited him. Either way his troubles were moving farther away for right now. A part of him wanted to go deeper into the woods and take Josh with him, wanted to find some lush pile of grass where they could make love under the moonlight. But there were wolves here and they weren't his pack, even if they were his pack he wouldn't have been entirely comfortable...and just like that he was uncertain again.
At least being with Josh had made him stop wishing he could somehow become the heterosexual dutifully breeding son his parents had always wanted. Now he just regretted that he was fully committed to being a complete and utter disappointment in every way.
They went inside a door and Josh flicked on a light but he didn't have time to see much more than a cursory glance before Josh pulled him close and murmured softly to him.
The words were romantic and confusing and a little frightening. Josh was asking his permission and that seemed to suggest he wanted to do something different. But no questions and only trust? Why was that necessary? It made him want to ask, made him not want to give in. A part of him rebelled against the idea of simply submitting, a part of him hated it. Hated the feeling of lost pride, hated feeling guilty afterward, hating feeling weak.
Hated enjoying it. That was the truth. He had a hard time letting go because he wanted to. He wanted to trust just one person to have his back, one person to make everything right when the world seemed wrong, make decisions so he didn't have to. He couldn't let just anyone have him this way; couldn't let go of himself enough but for Josh he could.
Gris shuddered slightly in Josh's arms, perhaps in fear, perhaps in anticipation and maybe it was just the light feel of Josh's lips on his skin.
"I trust you, Josh." He smiled then and pulled back enough to look into those grey eyes. "I love you." He wanted to say it now before they began, before they were naked and sweaty and sated. He would say again later, perhaps even over and over and he would mean it then too.
Bells and Whistles (invite only)
Josh stood in the doorway of the spacious room in Alpha Xephier's house that served as a playroom for his and Nikhila's children as well as any of the other Kadzait children who were temporarily parent-less. It wasn't a full moon, so tonight the only kids present were the Alpha couple's four. Noah and Avery, of course, who seemed to grow bigger every day, as well as the two most recent arrivals, twin boys Justin and Ian. According to Nikhila, these four would be it for a while as her reproductive system was officially on vacation.
Josh had noted the word 'vacation.' How many children did they plan to have? Of course, the more the merrier. He had four siblings himself and he loved his sisters like crazy.
Tonight he wasn't alone. He turned his cool grey eyes to his boyfriend and they warmed immediately. His hand stole over to clasp Gris's gently, fingers twining. "You sure you don't want to run with the others?" he asked softly. "I don't mind."
Gris had been invited to go with Lily, Xephier, Nikhila, and whoever else was running tonight. Josh didn't think for a second that Gris would go along, but he had to make sure he knew Josh wouldn't blame him if he did. Privately he wanted Gris's company. And when everyone returned he wanted to take his lover somewhere where they could be alone and kiss him until he got that adorable, sexy, I-need-you-now look on his face.
They had been living together for several months now, since shortly after they'd come out to each other at the Pack gathering. Josh had never been happier, and he hoped Gris felt the same. Waking up next to him, going to bed next to him, having their things together in the closet, on the counter, those were the things Josh loved. He was a simple person, he supposed. The closeness he shared with Gris was something he would die to preserve. He lived with his partner, his boyfriend, his best friend and every day he was thankful for having fallen off a bridge and on top of an angel.
They both had very busy schedules, still, but living together meant they had time to spend with each other. Aside from the nights of the moon they shared so much, and even then Josh made sure to get up very early when he knew Gris would be returning from a run and meet his partner at the door with coffee, a bath drawn, a back rub, or just a kiss and a gentle caress. If he knew where Gris was running, he would simply meet him there. He didn't begrudge him any of it, although he wouldn't deny wishing he could experience it himself. Someday he would.
Noah came over to them and offered Josh a toy truck. Upon taking it, the thing immediately erupted in a gale of bells, whistles, honks, and engine noises. Josh winced.
"This your favorite toy tonight?" He asked Noah.
The toddler nodded solemnly. Josh sighed and rolled his eyes, but the faintest hint of a smile touched his lips. Noah loved sounds. Anything that made noise, he wanted to have. It was cute for about five minutes, usually, and then it became obnoxious as hell. Josh had plenty of patience, but he had noticed recently that certain annoying toys had gone suspiciously missing. Xephier looked far too innocent when questioned about it. Josh wasn't going to speculate. Or try to figure out where the Alpha had hidden them.
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
Gris was quiet at Josh's request and Josh felt him shudder. He ran his hands gently up and down Gris's back, reassuring. Soothing. And then before he had any chance to blow Gris's mind at all, Gris did it to him first. With four little words followed by three other little words that made him gasp and clutch Gris closer.
"Oh Gris," he said, his breath feathering out against his lover's skin. He lowered his head, lightly brushing his lips over Gris's. "I love you too. So very much. You're my life."
He kissed Gris again, still softly. "My whole life," he repeated. He would never want another person to share with. He loved his family, his sisters, Gretta (who was a sister, really), but Gris was the partner he had been searching for. Forever. He could remember back to their first few months together when he'd still feared Gris would grow tired of him and leave but that feeling was so long gone. He trusted Gris with everything. Body, heart, and soul.
He slid his hands down to Gris's and clasped them. He turned, walking backward down the hallway toward the master bedroom. "I think... I hope you'll like this." He squeezed Gris's hands, remembering that little shudder. "It's nothing bad, I promise. I just want you to be surprised, is all. If you don't like it, we'll stop. You can give me a word, if you want."
Josh wasn't big into the BDSM thing but he understood the use of safewords. What he wanted to do definitely fell into the realm of that lifestyle, but he thought Gris would enjoy it based on some of the things they'd spoken about in the past, some of the things he knew Gris liked.
When they entered the bedroom Josh left the lights out; there was moonlight coming in from the window and he knew Gris's vision was just fine in the dark. He closed the door behind them to keep it nice and dark, and then led Gris to the bed but didn't seat him. While they stood, Josh began stripping Gris one piece at a time, talking softly to him the whole while.
"You're the most beautiful person I've ever known, Greer Grayson," he said, skimming his lips across Gris's shoulder as he bared it. "Inside and out. You amaze me every day. Every morning I open my eyes and see you I'm reminded how lucky I am."
He slid his arms around Gris's waist, undid his pants, and pushed them down from behind him. Kneeling, he lifted Gris's feet one at a time, brushing his hands over his lover's legs.
In short order he had Gris naked. Now he motioned to the bed, a soft smile on his face. "Lie down," he requested softly. "On your back."
While Gris did so Josh quickly stripped his own clothes off. It wasn't necessary but he didn't want Gris to feel any more exposed than he was going to shortly. Standing next to the bed he gently trailed his fingertips up Gris's gorgeous body to cup his face. "I want to do this for you so badly," he said. "I want to make you feel like heaven. Because that's what you do to me every day."
"Oh Gris," he said, his breath feathering out against his lover's skin. He lowered his head, lightly brushing his lips over Gris's. "I love you too. So very much. You're my life."
He kissed Gris again, still softly. "My whole life," he repeated. He would never want another person to share with. He loved his family, his sisters, Gretta (who was a sister, really), but Gris was the partner he had been searching for. Forever. He could remember back to their first few months together when he'd still feared Gris would grow tired of him and leave but that feeling was so long gone. He trusted Gris with everything. Body, heart, and soul.
He slid his hands down to Gris's and clasped them. He turned, walking backward down the hallway toward the master bedroom. "I think... I hope you'll like this." He squeezed Gris's hands, remembering that little shudder. "It's nothing bad, I promise. I just want you to be surprised, is all. If you don't like it, we'll stop. You can give me a word, if you want."
Josh wasn't big into the BDSM thing but he understood the use of safewords. What he wanted to do definitely fell into the realm of that lifestyle, but he thought Gris would enjoy it based on some of the things they'd spoken about in the past, some of the things he knew Gris liked.
When they entered the bedroom Josh left the lights out; there was moonlight coming in from the window and he knew Gris's vision was just fine in the dark. He closed the door behind them to keep it nice and dark, and then led Gris to the bed but didn't seat him. While they stood, Josh began stripping Gris one piece at a time, talking softly to him the whole while.
"You're the most beautiful person I've ever known, Greer Grayson," he said, skimming his lips across Gris's shoulder as he bared it. "Inside and out. You amaze me every day. Every morning I open my eyes and see you I'm reminded how lucky I am."
He slid his arms around Gris's waist, undid his pants, and pushed them down from behind him. Kneeling, he lifted Gris's feet one at a time, brushing his hands over his lover's legs.
In short order he had Gris naked. Now he motioned to the bed, a soft smile on his face. "Lie down," he requested softly. "On your back."
While Gris did so Josh quickly stripped his own clothes off. It wasn't necessary but he didn't want Gris to feel any more exposed than he was going to shortly. Standing next to the bed he gently trailed his fingertips up Gris's gorgeous body to cup his face. "I want to do this for you so badly," he said. "I want to make you feel like heaven. Because that's what you do to me every day."
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
It startled him somewhat that Josh said he was his life, his whole life. Gris felt blessed, honored and even a little scared. What if he was eventually a disappointment? No one had ever loved him for very long; there was always something not to love or not enough about him to warrant long term affection. Every day with Josh was another day in paradise. He didn't want it to end, ever.
He nodded to Josh and let himself be led into the bedroom. His boyfriend promised that it would be nothing bad and Gris believed him. "I don't need a word.†He said in a quiet voice. "I trust you to know what I am feeling.†A safe word made some people feel better, they could say no and stop all they liked and pretend they hated what was happening and it wouldn't stop until that one special word was uttered. He didn't need that, certainly not this time, He didn't want to lie to Josh or himself about whether or not he was having a good time, even if it was just pretend. Besides, Gris didn't really think Josh wanted him to feign not enjoying himself. He just didn't think that would turn Josh on. His boyfriend was a protector and a caregiver, an unwilling lover didn't seem like something Josh would want in his bed.
Gris closed his eyes and listened to Josh speak to him while gentle hands divested him of his clothing. He smiled softly. "I feel lucky too, charmed even, My Dark Prince.†He suspected the nickname was going to stick now; Gris wondered idly whether Josh realized that yet or not. It was true and his life with Josh felt like a fairy tale; the nickname made him smile. Whimsy and romance might not be the first thoughts other people had when they looked at his solemn responsible partner but to him the name did not seem at all out of place.
Josh commanded him to lie on his back on the bed. Gris didn't argue. He crawled slowly onto the bed, knowing Josh had a wonderful view of his ass and long legs. He rolled over and settled down on his back. Lifting his head up, he looked at his boyfriend with patient eyes.
His eyes held less patience and more lust as he watched Josh quickly divest himself of clothing. Gris wanted to reach out and help but he stayed where he was. When Josh came to the side of the bed, he let his head fall back onto the covers. He smiled of softly at Josh, his expression said that he saw heaven every day already. Hadn't he just been thinking something so very similar? Gris smiled and reached up a hand to brush Josh's arm. "Trust me. I have never felt this thrilled with my life. This blessed. I sometimes have to touch you to remind myself you are real and I'm not dreaming. Even now.†Months of dating and he still reached out for Josh every time he woke in the night.
He nodded to Josh and let himself be led into the bedroom. His boyfriend promised that it would be nothing bad and Gris believed him. "I don't need a word.†He said in a quiet voice. "I trust you to know what I am feeling.†A safe word made some people feel better, they could say no and stop all they liked and pretend they hated what was happening and it wouldn't stop until that one special word was uttered. He didn't need that, certainly not this time, He didn't want to lie to Josh or himself about whether or not he was having a good time, even if it was just pretend. Besides, Gris didn't really think Josh wanted him to feign not enjoying himself. He just didn't think that would turn Josh on. His boyfriend was a protector and a caregiver, an unwilling lover didn't seem like something Josh would want in his bed.
Gris closed his eyes and listened to Josh speak to him while gentle hands divested him of his clothing. He smiled softly. "I feel lucky too, charmed even, My Dark Prince.†He suspected the nickname was going to stick now; Gris wondered idly whether Josh realized that yet or not. It was true and his life with Josh felt like a fairy tale; the nickname made him smile. Whimsy and romance might not be the first thoughts other people had when they looked at his solemn responsible partner but to him the name did not seem at all out of place.
Josh commanded him to lie on his back on the bed. Gris didn't argue. He crawled slowly onto the bed, knowing Josh had a wonderful view of his ass and long legs. He rolled over and settled down on his back. Lifting his head up, he looked at his boyfriend with patient eyes.
His eyes held less patience and more lust as he watched Josh quickly divest himself of clothing. Gris wanted to reach out and help but he stayed where he was. When Josh came to the side of the bed, he let his head fall back onto the covers. He smiled of softly at Josh, his expression said that he saw heaven every day already. Hadn't he just been thinking something so very similar? Gris smiled and reached up a hand to brush Josh's arm. "Trust me. I have never felt this thrilled with my life. This blessed. I sometimes have to touch you to remind myself you are real and I'm not dreaming. Even now.†Months of dating and he still reached out for Josh every time he woke in the night.
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
When Gris said he didn't need a word Josh smiled and nodded. He wasn't planning anything, he didn't think, that Gris would even need such a thing. In fact, he was planning to let his boyfriend know exactly what he was up to for most of this. The surprise would come soon. And keep coming - figuratively speaking. Or so he hoped.
He allowed himself a soft, short chuckle when Gris referred to his title of Nobility. Personally, he thought Gris was the truly Princely one. Those tousled blond curls, bright eyes, high cheek bones... he was every inch the fairy-tale Prince. Josh just shook his head, ran his fingertip over Gris's lips.
In short order Gris was lying on his back on the bed and Josh was practically trembling with anticipation. God, he hoped Gris enjoyed what he had planned. It wasn't something he could do comfortably unless he knew all of his lover's ins and outs, every little sign, every little tell. Josh thought he knew Gris. He really did think he knew him well enough to make this experience perfect.
He leaned down, kissed Gris tenderly, tasted him with a brush of his tongue against those tempting lips. "I'm not a dream," he said reassuringly. "I'm always going to be here for you if you want me, love. I'll never leave you."
The words came out with calm assurance. Josh knew his heart, and his heart beat entirely for the man who lay trustingly before him. With a soft hum of pleasure Josh stood, crossed the room to the dresser, and opened the top drawer to pull something small out. Returning to where Gris was he said in a voice barely above a whisper, "I'm going to ask you to do a couple of things. If you're uncomfortable with them, we will find another way. First, I'd like you to raise your hands over your head. Either grab onto the bed posts or slide your hands under your head. Or under the pillows. Whatever you like."
This was preferable, in Josh's mind, to some form of physical restraint. He wasn't into kink, not that way. Anything he asked Gris to do would be completely voluntary. With Gris holding onto something he was effectively restrained, but only insofar as he wished to be. Sitting beside Gris on the bed Josh explained softly.
"I'm not trying to restrict you. What I want is for you to be completely focused on what I'm going to do. Nothing in the way; neither sight nor touch. I just want you to hear and feel everything. So secondly, I would like to cover your eyes."
To that end, he held up the small item he'd pulled from his top drawer. A black silk handkerchief, like one would wear in the breast pocket of a suit. Folding it, Josh draped it over Gris's eyes to block out the very dim light. Even a werewolf would have trouble seeing through a physical barrier. Josh didn't tie it or tuck it in; once again this was a purely voluntary thing. He wasn't here to dominate Gris or do any such thing.
He continued to talk so Gris could hear him. "I want to know your reactions," he said, his tone warm so the smile on his lips was plain. "I want your honesty. I want to hear every little thing I do to you and know I was able to bring you there. I want to measure my knowledge of you and bring you pleasure on top of pleasure until you're flying on it."
Josh sat back a little bit, resting his hand on Gris's chest, solid and tangible, his thumb stroking lightly over one taut nipple. "Are you comfortable? If I do this right, you'll be here for a while. Do you need anything?"
There were many ways he could do what he was going to do but Josh didn't want to use toys or gimmicks or anything but his hands, his vocal cords, his lips, and his tongue. He thought he could do it. If it worked, they were both going to be exhausted and drained but utterly and completely satisfied. It would be worth every bit of effort.
"Are you ready to begin?"
His voice had dropped low in pitch, husky, wanting. This was something he'd daydreamed about doing for Gris but he hadn't been sure how his partner would receive it. Josh bit his lip just a little, hoping Gris allowed him to proceed. If not, well, they had proven they could have scorching hot sex in a variety of different ways already - that would be plan B. But plan A would be such fun.
He allowed himself a soft, short chuckle when Gris referred to his title of Nobility. Personally, he thought Gris was the truly Princely one. Those tousled blond curls, bright eyes, high cheek bones... he was every inch the fairy-tale Prince. Josh just shook his head, ran his fingertip over Gris's lips.
In short order Gris was lying on his back on the bed and Josh was practically trembling with anticipation. God, he hoped Gris enjoyed what he had planned. It wasn't something he could do comfortably unless he knew all of his lover's ins and outs, every little sign, every little tell. Josh thought he knew Gris. He really did think he knew him well enough to make this experience perfect.
He leaned down, kissed Gris tenderly, tasted him with a brush of his tongue against those tempting lips. "I'm not a dream," he said reassuringly. "I'm always going to be here for you if you want me, love. I'll never leave you."
The words came out with calm assurance. Josh knew his heart, and his heart beat entirely for the man who lay trustingly before him. With a soft hum of pleasure Josh stood, crossed the room to the dresser, and opened the top drawer to pull something small out. Returning to where Gris was he said in a voice barely above a whisper, "I'm going to ask you to do a couple of things. If you're uncomfortable with them, we will find another way. First, I'd like you to raise your hands over your head. Either grab onto the bed posts or slide your hands under your head. Or under the pillows. Whatever you like."
This was preferable, in Josh's mind, to some form of physical restraint. He wasn't into kink, not that way. Anything he asked Gris to do would be completely voluntary. With Gris holding onto something he was effectively restrained, but only insofar as he wished to be. Sitting beside Gris on the bed Josh explained softly.
"I'm not trying to restrict you. What I want is for you to be completely focused on what I'm going to do. Nothing in the way; neither sight nor touch. I just want you to hear and feel everything. So secondly, I would like to cover your eyes."
To that end, he held up the small item he'd pulled from his top drawer. A black silk handkerchief, like one would wear in the breast pocket of a suit. Folding it, Josh draped it over Gris's eyes to block out the very dim light. Even a werewolf would have trouble seeing through a physical barrier. Josh didn't tie it or tuck it in; once again this was a purely voluntary thing. He wasn't here to dominate Gris or do any such thing.
He continued to talk so Gris could hear him. "I want to know your reactions," he said, his tone warm so the smile on his lips was plain. "I want your honesty. I want to hear every little thing I do to you and know I was able to bring you there. I want to measure my knowledge of you and bring you pleasure on top of pleasure until you're flying on it."
Josh sat back a little bit, resting his hand on Gris's chest, solid and tangible, his thumb stroking lightly over one taut nipple. "Are you comfortable? If I do this right, you'll be here for a while. Do you need anything?"
There were many ways he could do what he was going to do but Josh didn't want to use toys or gimmicks or anything but his hands, his vocal cords, his lips, and his tongue. He thought he could do it. If it worked, they were both going to be exhausted and drained but utterly and completely satisfied. It would be worth every bit of effort.
"Are you ready to begin?"
His voice had dropped low in pitch, husky, wanting. This was something he'd daydreamed about doing for Gris but he hadn't been sure how his partner would receive it. Josh bit his lip just a little, hoping Gris allowed him to proceed. If not, well, they had proven they could have scorching hot sex in a variety of different ways already - that would be plan B. But plan A would be such fun.
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
Gris smiled up at Josh who had given him the reassurance that he would always be there and wasn't going to leave. Every day they were together he believed it a little more. He was sure Josh felt much the same; they had both had lovers that they thought were 'the one' that were disappointing. His hadn't cheated on him; he just left, was able to go away and let the relationship go. Josh's experience was much worse, in his opinion, and he hoped to save his partner from ever having to experience that again. Certainly by design but not even by accident. At least now Josh knew what he was and the misunderstanding with Kiyoshi wouldn't happen again.
Josh asked him to put his hands on the headboard or underneath him. Gris tilted his head back and reached upward for the posts; he wrapped his fingers securely around two of them. "I hope I won't owe you a new bed before we are done.†Werewolves were tough on furniture. There was one young couple back at Shady Pines who had made it a rule that they performed their marital activities on the floor or somewhere equally sturdy. They were both very outgoing and had several amusing stories, arguing about who's fault it had been, about why the rule was necessary. In the heat of things stuff happened but he would try to be good.
"Its alright, Josh. I trust you.†Gris smiled serenely at his boyfriend. Being bound would have been more a mental exercise than a physical one anyway. Some very sturdy handcuffs might have given him trouble but really it was hard to truly bind a shapeshifter. For that reason being able to let go and being bound by his promise to do as Josh asked with no questions was far more effective. He felt more bound than he would have in a pair of handcuffs. A feeling of security washed over him and anticipation. He would obey because he said he would. Josh wasn't stronger than him, wasn't challenging him. His boyfriend had asked him to give up his freedom tonight and he had agreed. That was all.
The moment that fact truly became clear to him relief settled in and happiness. He could enjoy this experience without feeling guilty for wanting it, without feeling that he had to back down or lose a contest of wills in order to enjoy a moment of sexual freedom.
Josh said that he wanted him to be blindfolded. Gris gave a small nod and watched his boyfriend fold up the handkerchief and lay it over his eyes. "Tie it, please.†He understood Josh didn't want him to feel bound but he didn't want the experience interrupted by a minor mishap. "I don't want it to come loose if I move...†Which if Josh planned on touching him then moving was bound to happen. Tossing and turning his head might be some of the least of his reactions.
He was asked if he was alright and if he needed anything. Gris smiled. "A kiss, before we get started.†One kiss from his prince before they went on this new adventure. They wouldn't be telling this one to the kids, at least not without altering it beyond the point of recognition. 'And then the Dark Prince placed a blindfold over the naked Light Prince's eyes...' Definitely not Disney.
"Yes†Gris shivered slightly with anticipation at the tone in Josh's voice. Yes, he was definitely ready to begin.
Josh asked him to put his hands on the headboard or underneath him. Gris tilted his head back and reached upward for the posts; he wrapped his fingers securely around two of them. "I hope I won't owe you a new bed before we are done.†Werewolves were tough on furniture. There was one young couple back at Shady Pines who had made it a rule that they performed their marital activities on the floor or somewhere equally sturdy. They were both very outgoing and had several amusing stories, arguing about who's fault it had been, about why the rule was necessary. In the heat of things stuff happened but he would try to be good.
"Its alright, Josh. I trust you.†Gris smiled serenely at his boyfriend. Being bound would have been more a mental exercise than a physical one anyway. Some very sturdy handcuffs might have given him trouble but really it was hard to truly bind a shapeshifter. For that reason being able to let go and being bound by his promise to do as Josh asked with no questions was far more effective. He felt more bound than he would have in a pair of handcuffs. A feeling of security washed over him and anticipation. He would obey because he said he would. Josh wasn't stronger than him, wasn't challenging him. His boyfriend had asked him to give up his freedom tonight and he had agreed. That was all.
The moment that fact truly became clear to him relief settled in and happiness. He could enjoy this experience without feeling guilty for wanting it, without feeling that he had to back down or lose a contest of wills in order to enjoy a moment of sexual freedom.
Josh said that he wanted him to be blindfolded. Gris gave a small nod and watched his boyfriend fold up the handkerchief and lay it over his eyes. "Tie it, please.†He understood Josh didn't want him to feel bound but he didn't want the experience interrupted by a minor mishap. "I don't want it to come loose if I move...†Which if Josh planned on touching him then moving was bound to happen. Tossing and turning his head might be some of the least of his reactions.
He was asked if he was alright and if he needed anything. Gris smiled. "A kiss, before we get started.†One kiss from his prince before they went on this new adventure. They wouldn't be telling this one to the kids, at least not without altering it beyond the point of recognition. 'And then the Dark Prince placed a blindfold over the naked Light Prince's eyes...' Definitely not Disney.
"Yes†Gris shivered slightly with anticipation at the tone in Josh's voice. Yes, he was definitely ready to begin.
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
Josh laughed softly when Gris expressed his concerns for the bed. "I can think of many worse fates for my head board, sweetheart," he said. "If something happens to it, perhaps I'll keep it as a reminder anyway."
He was asked to tie the handkerchief and for a moment he thought of refusing; it was another way to keep Gris still. A simple task - keep this in place. But there was no point in it, and he didn't want Gris too focused on the little patch of black silk to attend to what Josh was doing. He complied with Gris's request, gently smoothing the beautiful golden curls down while he fastened the silk a little more securely. He made a flat knot, one that wouldn't dig into the back of Gris's skull, because as he had said before they would be here for a while if Josh did this right. An hour, maybe even two. As long as he could manage to keep Gris going.
He loved the fact that at some point in the last few minutes Gris had relaxed a little. Whatever tension, or nerves, he'd been feeling, were clearly fading. Was it because of how they were doing this? Because Gris was bound by free will alone? That was a powerful motivator. Josh trusted Gris to keep his word, and Gris trusted Josh to make this experience good.
That feeling of power was incredible to Josh. He didn't want to dominate Gris, to make him obey or anything like that; what he wanted was exactly this. His partner's unconditional trust. It was a huge turn-on for him, seeing Gris relax and give himself over to Josh's care.
The requested kiss was only too-happily given. Josh lingered over it, drawing it out, deepening it, thrusting gently with his tongue, then pulling back to nibble at Gris's lower lip, then diving back in again to claim, to possess.
"Then we'll start," he whispered against Gris's mouth when his partner gave him the all clear. "I don't want you to do anything but feel, love. Don't push, don't pull, don't give, don't take. Just feel everything I do to you and let me control your body for a little while. There are no decisions to make, no actions to take, because I will do it all for you just for now."
As he spoke he let the words ghost gently across the skin of Gris's neck, his collar bone, his shoulder. Josh gently caressed Gris's chest and abdomen with his fingertips, priming his lover, getting him used to each brush, touching him in different spots each time and making it difficult, he hoped, for Gris to tell where the next touch was going to land.
His mouth joined in the play and he used his strong body to hold himself up over Gris, kissing, licking softly, nipping here and there as he traveled up and down. There was no part of Gris that went untouched in these first few minutes; Josh touched and tasted all of him except for the sensitive places between his legs. Those delightful bits were last, but definitely not least.
As he moved, Josh tuned in to Gris as attentively as he hoped Gris was to him. This was his job now, to know his partner. They had been lovers for long enough now that Josh thought he understood the silent signals that passed between them as well as the not so silent ones. Each little tense of a muscle, each indrawn breath was a clue. He knew Gris's body. He knew what it felt like when Gris was pushing for more sensation; what it felt like when he was holding himself back. He knew the look on Gris's face in the moments before he came, the expression he made during his climax, and Josh knew what he felt like up to that point.
Josh knew Gris adored the few moments before he came, and on many occasions they struggled to draw that part out, prolong the feeling. And that was Josh's goal tonight. Surfing. Edging. However you wanted to label it. He wanted to take control and ride Gris along that knife-edge of release for as long as he could, giving him just enough to take him there but never quite enough to go past that point of no return. He wanted Gris to soar on the rush of endorphins, to be transported into a state of subspace, to coin a phrase, to give himself over to utter bliss and just float on it for as long as possible.
And it was all in Josh's hands, to give him that experience. It was with that goal in mind that he finally closed his mouth over Gris's erection, his hands still brushing at his lover's thighs. Josh sucked gently, then slightly harder, focused on bringing his partner as close as he could to orgasm before backing off, letting his body relax marginally, and pushing him close to the edge again.
Josh had done this once before but he hadn't really understood then what it meant. He'd enjoyed the control, for sure, and he thought he'd been in tune with his partner at the time, but here with Gris he realized that had been nothing. This was incredible. He was so focused on Gris that time would fall away for him, too, he knew. If he could keep Gris holding on then the release, when it finally came, would be intense, deep, prolonged, and hopefully one of the best of both their lives. Nothing, in Josh's opinion, beat an endorphin high. No drug chemically manufactured could replace the body's own euphoria. He wanted to give Gris a little bit of heaven tonight, and any time he wanted it from here on out. This was Josh's pleasure as well, hopefully, as Gris's. And as much as he was the one with all the apparent control at the moment, the real control was in Gris's occupied hands. Josh was a slave to Gris's body every bit as if he wore shackles himself; Gris's every little movement and breath controlled his actions and he loved it.
He ran his tongue along Gris's length and moaned softly against it, pulling away to whisper, "I love you," very softly before applying his mouth to Gris's inner thigh and sucking there, too. He didn't have to remind himself to stop before going too far. His goal was very clear in his own mind. Keep Gris balanced, keep him straining, close to release but always, always withholding that last bit of stimulation that would drive him beyond.
He was asked to tie the handkerchief and for a moment he thought of refusing; it was another way to keep Gris still. A simple task - keep this in place. But there was no point in it, and he didn't want Gris too focused on the little patch of black silk to attend to what Josh was doing. He complied with Gris's request, gently smoothing the beautiful golden curls down while he fastened the silk a little more securely. He made a flat knot, one that wouldn't dig into the back of Gris's skull, because as he had said before they would be here for a while if Josh did this right. An hour, maybe even two. As long as he could manage to keep Gris going.
He loved the fact that at some point in the last few minutes Gris had relaxed a little. Whatever tension, or nerves, he'd been feeling, were clearly fading. Was it because of how they were doing this? Because Gris was bound by free will alone? That was a powerful motivator. Josh trusted Gris to keep his word, and Gris trusted Josh to make this experience good.
That feeling of power was incredible to Josh. He didn't want to dominate Gris, to make him obey or anything like that; what he wanted was exactly this. His partner's unconditional trust. It was a huge turn-on for him, seeing Gris relax and give himself over to Josh's care.
The requested kiss was only too-happily given. Josh lingered over it, drawing it out, deepening it, thrusting gently with his tongue, then pulling back to nibble at Gris's lower lip, then diving back in again to claim, to possess.
"Then we'll start," he whispered against Gris's mouth when his partner gave him the all clear. "I don't want you to do anything but feel, love. Don't push, don't pull, don't give, don't take. Just feel everything I do to you and let me control your body for a little while. There are no decisions to make, no actions to take, because I will do it all for you just for now."
As he spoke he let the words ghost gently across the skin of Gris's neck, his collar bone, his shoulder. Josh gently caressed Gris's chest and abdomen with his fingertips, priming his lover, getting him used to each brush, touching him in different spots each time and making it difficult, he hoped, for Gris to tell where the next touch was going to land.
His mouth joined in the play and he used his strong body to hold himself up over Gris, kissing, licking softly, nipping here and there as he traveled up and down. There was no part of Gris that went untouched in these first few minutes; Josh touched and tasted all of him except for the sensitive places between his legs. Those delightful bits were last, but definitely not least.
As he moved, Josh tuned in to Gris as attentively as he hoped Gris was to him. This was his job now, to know his partner. They had been lovers for long enough now that Josh thought he understood the silent signals that passed between them as well as the not so silent ones. Each little tense of a muscle, each indrawn breath was a clue. He knew Gris's body. He knew what it felt like when Gris was pushing for more sensation; what it felt like when he was holding himself back. He knew the look on Gris's face in the moments before he came, the expression he made during his climax, and Josh knew what he felt like up to that point.
Josh knew Gris adored the few moments before he came, and on many occasions they struggled to draw that part out, prolong the feeling. And that was Josh's goal tonight. Surfing. Edging. However you wanted to label it. He wanted to take control and ride Gris along that knife-edge of release for as long as he could, giving him just enough to take him there but never quite enough to go past that point of no return. He wanted Gris to soar on the rush of endorphins, to be transported into a state of subspace, to coin a phrase, to give himself over to utter bliss and just float on it for as long as possible.
And it was all in Josh's hands, to give him that experience. It was with that goal in mind that he finally closed his mouth over Gris's erection, his hands still brushing at his lover's thighs. Josh sucked gently, then slightly harder, focused on bringing his partner as close as he could to orgasm before backing off, letting his body relax marginally, and pushing him close to the edge again.
Josh had done this once before but he hadn't really understood then what it meant. He'd enjoyed the control, for sure, and he thought he'd been in tune with his partner at the time, but here with Gris he realized that had been nothing. This was incredible. He was so focused on Gris that time would fall away for him, too, he knew. If he could keep Gris holding on then the release, when it finally came, would be intense, deep, prolonged, and hopefully one of the best of both their lives. Nothing, in Josh's opinion, beat an endorphin high. No drug chemically manufactured could replace the body's own euphoria. He wanted to give Gris a little bit of heaven tonight, and any time he wanted it from here on out. This was Josh's pleasure as well, hopefully, as Gris's. And as much as he was the one with all the apparent control at the moment, the real control was in Gris's occupied hands. Josh was a slave to Gris's body every bit as if he wore shackles himself; Gris's every little movement and breath controlled his actions and he loved it.
He ran his tongue along Gris's length and moaned softly against it, pulling away to whisper, "I love you," very softly before applying his mouth to Gris's inner thigh and sucking there, too. He didn't have to remind himself to stop before going too far. His goal was very clear in his own mind. Keep Gris balanced, keep him straining, close to release but always, always withholding that last bit of stimulation that would drive him beyond.
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
Josh wasn't worried about his headboard. Gris couldn't help but smile at the idea of keeping it as a souvenir. Perhaps they could add some cloth strips or metal pieces and turn it into a modern art piece for somewhere in the house with only the two of them knowing the true story behind it. He sort of liked that idea but he didn't want to break Josh's headboard if he could help it.
The kiss was incredible, all Josh's kisses were wonderful but this one was exceptional. He loved feeling the gentle heat of Josh's body leaning closer, knowing with his own skin and sense of smell that Josh was mere inches away. And then his lover's lips were upon him, passionate and insistent. He loved that too and gave of himself gladly and taking greedily in return, raising his head up just a little to get in one last tug on Josh's bottom lip as his boyfriend pulled away.
He listened to Josh's instructions before they began whatever Josh had planned. Gris smiled again softly and resisted nodding. Josh hadn't tied the blindfold very tightly and he didn't want to rub it off or out of place with an unnecessary gesture. "I understand, Love.â€
Gris shivered at the first light touch of Josh's hands. Other touches followed and his lover was rewarded with a few sighs, a gasp and one hum of enjoyment as Josh hit various places that were sensitive. To be honest, every place on his body was sensitive to Josh and while he had favorites there were different days when one place or another seemed especially responsive to his partner's touch.
His back arched upward when Josh's mouth wrapped around his cock and only his hands on the headboard kept his upper body from leaving the bed. "God, Josh!†He sighed as he settled back down into the bed. He had somehow expected that part of his anatomy to be left ignored until the last possible moment. It was a surprise, a very good surprise.
He was panting and gasping, moaning in pleasure that was close to pain by the time that Josh had pulled his mouth away from him. It was perfect, completely and utterly perfect. He couldn't think a clear thought and he was so close to coming that another brush or two would have tipped him over the edge.
"I love you too.†His voice was ragged and breathless. He suspected it might be hoarse by the time Josh was finished with him and that thought sent a little thrill through him. The noise he had made when his lover's lips first wrapped around him had been a scream more than something more gentle. It had certainly been too loud to be a moan or a gasp. Josh was welcome to illicit as many of those as he liked.
"So good, love...†Gris murmured softly and then heaved a pleased little sigh. He relaxed into the bed once more, knowing that Josh would start again at a place of his choosing but he was relaxed now, mentally and physically, despite a certain anticipatory excitement for each new touch. He was no longer concerned with anything other than this moment. This very wonderful moment, tomorrow didn't matter at all.
The kiss was incredible, all Josh's kisses were wonderful but this one was exceptional. He loved feeling the gentle heat of Josh's body leaning closer, knowing with his own skin and sense of smell that Josh was mere inches away. And then his lover's lips were upon him, passionate and insistent. He loved that too and gave of himself gladly and taking greedily in return, raising his head up just a little to get in one last tug on Josh's bottom lip as his boyfriend pulled away.
He listened to Josh's instructions before they began whatever Josh had planned. Gris smiled again softly and resisted nodding. Josh hadn't tied the blindfold very tightly and he didn't want to rub it off or out of place with an unnecessary gesture. "I understand, Love.â€
Gris shivered at the first light touch of Josh's hands. Other touches followed and his lover was rewarded with a few sighs, a gasp and one hum of enjoyment as Josh hit various places that were sensitive. To be honest, every place on his body was sensitive to Josh and while he had favorites there were different days when one place or another seemed especially responsive to his partner's touch.
His back arched upward when Josh's mouth wrapped around his cock and only his hands on the headboard kept his upper body from leaving the bed. "God, Josh!†He sighed as he settled back down into the bed. He had somehow expected that part of his anatomy to be left ignored until the last possible moment. It was a surprise, a very good surprise.
He was panting and gasping, moaning in pleasure that was close to pain by the time that Josh had pulled his mouth away from him. It was perfect, completely and utterly perfect. He couldn't think a clear thought and he was so close to coming that another brush or two would have tipped him over the edge.
"I love you too.†His voice was ragged and breathless. He suspected it might be hoarse by the time Josh was finished with him and that thought sent a little thrill through him. The noise he had made when his lover's lips first wrapped around him had been a scream more than something more gentle. It had certainly been too loud to be a moan or a gasp. Josh was welcome to illicit as many of those as he liked.
"So good, love...†Gris murmured softly and then heaved a pleased little sigh. He relaxed into the bed once more, knowing that Josh would start again at a place of his choosing but he was relaxed now, mentally and physically, despite a certain anticipatory excitement for each new touch. He was no longer concerned with anything other than this moment. This very wonderful moment, tomorrow didn't matter at all.
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
Josh smiled against Gris's skin but he didn't stop anything he was doing just because Gris had nearly come; that was the point to edging, after all. To keep Gris that stimulated. Josh gave his lover a short break, enough to be sure his body wouldn't betray them both, but he did continue to stroke him lightly over his stomach and thighs.
There were many ways Josh could have chosen to do this, plenty of tactile stimulants that could bring Gris close, closer, almost there. Silks, feathers, soft strips of leather. But Josh wanted to use his hands and his mouth. He wanted Gris to have as much of him as possible.
After a few seconds of light stroking Josh amped it up again. His hands drifted closer to Gris's cock but didn't touch just yet. Instead he now cupped his lover's balls, working them gently in his big hand. With the other he reached out and opened his nightstand drawer, retrieving the lube. He set it aside. Grabbing one of the many soft pillows from the bed he encouraged Gris to lift his hips slightly and then slid it beneath him.
He resumed his teasing again, paying careful attention to every shiver, every gasp, every moan. Gris's noises were sexy enough that Josh suffered a brief worry for his own self-control. But then, he thought, it didn't matter if he came or not. This was about Gris. If Josh felt overwhelmed, well, he would simply come quietly and move on.
Gris had relaxed into the mattress again and Josh took that as a good sign. He was a little afraid that Gris's senses were already so heightened that Josh wouldn't be able to find that perfect balance for him to let go and fly. Wary of overstimulating his boyfriend Josh backed off just a little more, using his breath, little flutters of his lips and tongue, the very edges of his nails scoring lightly on his partner's skin.
"That's it, love," he encouraged. "Let go. Trust me. You don't even need to exist right now. I'll do it for you. Let yourself fly apart; I'll put you back together again. I promise."
His words continued in that vein, softly, hypnotic, as he brushed his hands over Gris's skin. Flipping the cap of the lube he took a tiny bit on his third finger. Leaning over Gris he cupped his hand around his balls once more, palming them softly. He dragged his middle finger down beneath them and pressed gently against Gris's tight opening. He didn't try to enter him, just played and teased and rubbed carefully. They would be here for a while; he didn't want Gris rubbed red and raw.
To add to the sensations he licked another long line up Gris's cock again while his other hand slid over his chest, tweaking a nipple and dragging over those wonderful lean pecs. "Gorgeous, Gris," he breathed against his lover's wet cock before closing his lips over it again in an intimate kiss.
Every motion was meant to demonstrate to Gris just how very much he loved him. There was no one in this world he'd have done this for. Hadn't been in ages; he hadn't thought there ever would be. And the fact that Gris was allowing it, his beautiful lover who was by no means a submissive personality - it humbled him tremendously. Having a tiny submissive streak was different than being a submissive person. Especially amongst wolves. Josh didn't mistake for a second the fact that what Gris was giving him was precious and special. He revered him for it, and he did his best to let Gris know that through every action.
There were many ways Josh could have chosen to do this, plenty of tactile stimulants that could bring Gris close, closer, almost there. Silks, feathers, soft strips of leather. But Josh wanted to use his hands and his mouth. He wanted Gris to have as much of him as possible.
After a few seconds of light stroking Josh amped it up again. His hands drifted closer to Gris's cock but didn't touch just yet. Instead he now cupped his lover's balls, working them gently in his big hand. With the other he reached out and opened his nightstand drawer, retrieving the lube. He set it aside. Grabbing one of the many soft pillows from the bed he encouraged Gris to lift his hips slightly and then slid it beneath him.
He resumed his teasing again, paying careful attention to every shiver, every gasp, every moan. Gris's noises were sexy enough that Josh suffered a brief worry for his own self-control. But then, he thought, it didn't matter if he came or not. This was about Gris. If Josh felt overwhelmed, well, he would simply come quietly and move on.
Gris had relaxed into the mattress again and Josh took that as a good sign. He was a little afraid that Gris's senses were already so heightened that Josh wouldn't be able to find that perfect balance for him to let go and fly. Wary of overstimulating his boyfriend Josh backed off just a little more, using his breath, little flutters of his lips and tongue, the very edges of his nails scoring lightly on his partner's skin.
"That's it, love," he encouraged. "Let go. Trust me. You don't even need to exist right now. I'll do it for you. Let yourself fly apart; I'll put you back together again. I promise."
His words continued in that vein, softly, hypnotic, as he brushed his hands over Gris's skin. Flipping the cap of the lube he took a tiny bit on his third finger. Leaning over Gris he cupped his hand around his balls once more, palming them softly. He dragged his middle finger down beneath them and pressed gently against Gris's tight opening. He didn't try to enter him, just played and teased and rubbed carefully. They would be here for a while; he didn't want Gris rubbed red and raw.
To add to the sensations he licked another long line up Gris's cock again while his other hand slid over his chest, tweaking a nipple and dragging over those wonderful lean pecs. "Gorgeous, Gris," he breathed against his lover's wet cock before closing his lips over it again in an intimate kiss.
Every motion was meant to demonstrate to Gris just how very much he loved him. There was no one in this world he'd have done this for. Hadn't been in ages; he hadn't thought there ever would be. And the fact that Gris was allowing it, his beautiful lover who was by no means a submissive personality - it humbled him tremendously. Having a tiny submissive streak was different than being a submissive person. Especially amongst wolves. Josh didn't mistake for a second the fact that what Gris was giving him was precious and special. He revered him for it, and he did his best to let Gris know that through every action.
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
Josh understood him so well in such a short time. He had only mentioned this, in passing, once but he wanted it so badly, needed it so much. It had been so long since he could trust another person like this, be willing to let go. To his knowledge he hadn't really shown how much this sort of sex meant to him. He was already not 'normal' but to then admit that he wanted his lover to be able to control him, top him...that was just more weird than he was willing to risk asking for.
What if Josh, the best thing that had ever happened to him, was uninterested or worse sickened by his secret desires? No, better to bury them deep and accept the love that he had been given. He had been amazed that he had even hinted at this so long ago.
Gris thought about that in between Josh's light touches, sighing softly as the intense pleasure died down and begun to be built up again, little by little. His boyfriend wasn't a werewolf; he couldn't make him do anything he didn't want to do, strong as Josh was for a human. It wasn't his physical strength that mattered. Josh was dominant and Gris understood even in those first few times that if Josh were a werewolf then he'd be alpha. Josh had the strength of personality to do this for him. He didn't have to back down or be weak to get what he wanted because Josh wasn't weak. He was strong, so strong and patient and responsible. He could have broken down as a child when his father died and his mother couldn't care for him and his sisters but he didn't. He was hurting too but Josh had found a strength within himself to be strong enough for everyone who needed him.
To the little boy who had to learn to be strong when he lost his brother and his family that meant something. Gris couldn't be weak because he wasn't. He couldn't submit because he was a fighter first. He had pride and dignity that he had clutched around him when his parents left him to rot in a boarding school in another country. But he longed to be loved and accepted for who he was. He wanted to surrender to someone worthy of his surrender and be loved.
Josh was very worthy.
Gris's fuzzy musings on why this was so right was cut short because he was starting to have trouble thinking again. He had just been about to wonder how Josh had known so easily what he had been afraid to say but then Josh's warm hand cupped his sac and he couldn't think of anything but how badly he wanted another hand to touch him somewhere else, somewhere that was once more so hard that it ached pleasantly, throbbing with need for sensation.
"Yes...." He hissed softly and spread his legs a little wider for his lover. "God, yes..."
A pillow was brought close and a hand pulled at his hip. Gris lifted himself and the soft support was slid beneath him. A thrill coursed through him at this new direction and he tightened his grip on the headboard, knowing that Josh was going to test the limits of his self control. Perhaps he should have been tied up...this felt so wonderful that he wasn't sure he could behave. But, no, having to be still made it more enjoyable and besides restraints only worked so well. A part of his brain definitely understood that he could easily be free but this, being good because he had promised, was a much sweeter torture.
His boyfriend eased him gently back down from the edge again and Gris marveled once more at his lover's keen understanding of his body. How many times had Josh had to watch him on the verge of climax to know this exact point? It was something so hard to judge at times that a person could occasionally miss the signs even in their own bodies.
Gris nodded at Josh's words, forgetting in the moment his earlier hesitation with the gesture. The knot held and he forgave himself the slip. His partner's words, so sweet and wonderful, brought a different kind of shudder to his body. Gris swallowed hard past the lump in his throat and let the few hot tears that would have fallen leak gently into the handkerchief around his eyes. "I trust you...only you..." His voice was barely a whisper, husky with emotion but he let it go. Normally he would have been embarrassed by it, breaking down a little during sex, amazing incredible sex, but Josh had said to trust him and had encouraged him to let it all go. So he let even this go. Let it roll over him. He experienced it and moved on. He didn't want to stop and analyze it or apologize for it; he wanted to enjoy the emotion, embrace it and everything else Josh coaxed out of him.
And it was gone in mere moments. His lover's hand cupped him gently once more. Then he felt a startlingly cool sensation, so familiar, so welcome but still shocking. Gris gasped and arched again, not so violently this time but reacting just the same. And when his back had eased into the mattress once more Josh's hot tongue licked a line along his cock that sent him upward again. "Hell!" Despite his exclamation, this was anything but.
What if Josh, the best thing that had ever happened to him, was uninterested or worse sickened by his secret desires? No, better to bury them deep and accept the love that he had been given. He had been amazed that he had even hinted at this so long ago.
Gris thought about that in between Josh's light touches, sighing softly as the intense pleasure died down and begun to be built up again, little by little. His boyfriend wasn't a werewolf; he couldn't make him do anything he didn't want to do, strong as Josh was for a human. It wasn't his physical strength that mattered. Josh was dominant and Gris understood even in those first few times that if Josh were a werewolf then he'd be alpha. Josh had the strength of personality to do this for him. He didn't have to back down or be weak to get what he wanted because Josh wasn't weak. He was strong, so strong and patient and responsible. He could have broken down as a child when his father died and his mother couldn't care for him and his sisters but he didn't. He was hurting too but Josh had found a strength within himself to be strong enough for everyone who needed him.
To the little boy who had to learn to be strong when he lost his brother and his family that meant something. Gris couldn't be weak because he wasn't. He couldn't submit because he was a fighter first. He had pride and dignity that he had clutched around him when his parents left him to rot in a boarding school in another country. But he longed to be loved and accepted for who he was. He wanted to surrender to someone worthy of his surrender and be loved.
Josh was very worthy.
Gris's fuzzy musings on why this was so right was cut short because he was starting to have trouble thinking again. He had just been about to wonder how Josh had known so easily what he had been afraid to say but then Josh's warm hand cupped his sac and he couldn't think of anything but how badly he wanted another hand to touch him somewhere else, somewhere that was once more so hard that it ached pleasantly, throbbing with need for sensation.
"Yes...." He hissed softly and spread his legs a little wider for his lover. "God, yes..."
A pillow was brought close and a hand pulled at his hip. Gris lifted himself and the soft support was slid beneath him. A thrill coursed through him at this new direction and he tightened his grip on the headboard, knowing that Josh was going to test the limits of his self control. Perhaps he should have been tied up...this felt so wonderful that he wasn't sure he could behave. But, no, having to be still made it more enjoyable and besides restraints only worked so well. A part of his brain definitely understood that he could easily be free but this, being good because he had promised, was a much sweeter torture.
His boyfriend eased him gently back down from the edge again and Gris marveled once more at his lover's keen understanding of his body. How many times had Josh had to watch him on the verge of climax to know this exact point? It was something so hard to judge at times that a person could occasionally miss the signs even in their own bodies.
Gris nodded at Josh's words, forgetting in the moment his earlier hesitation with the gesture. The knot held and he forgave himself the slip. His partner's words, so sweet and wonderful, brought a different kind of shudder to his body. Gris swallowed hard past the lump in his throat and let the few hot tears that would have fallen leak gently into the handkerchief around his eyes. "I trust you...only you..." His voice was barely a whisper, husky with emotion but he let it go. Normally he would have been embarrassed by it, breaking down a little during sex, amazing incredible sex, but Josh had said to trust him and had encouraged him to let it all go. So he let even this go. Let it roll over him. He experienced it and moved on. He didn't want to stop and analyze it or apologize for it; he wanted to enjoy the emotion, embrace it and everything else Josh coaxed out of him.
And it was gone in mere moments. His lover's hand cupped him gently once more. Then he felt a startlingly cool sensation, so familiar, so welcome but still shocking. Gris gasped and arched again, not so violently this time but reacting just the same. And when his back had eased into the mattress once more Josh's hot tongue licked a line along his cock that sent him upward again. "Hell!" Despite his exclamation, this was anything but.
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
Josh wasn't sure at all whose mind was being blown here. His, or Gris's. Yes, he had done this before with his previous lover - the one who'd cheated on him. But at the time he hadn't realized, not even close, just how powerful, how deep, it could get. He had no focus but Gris. His own pleasure was incidental, although he did recognize a primal satisfaction in doing this. He needed it, too, the ability to take control and be everything for his partner. Maybe not all the time but definitely sometimes and Gris was letting him do it, for him, for them both.
Josh had never felt so close to another being. This was something he would never forget, never regret, something that was forging bonds between them that would only get stronger. He felt Gris's every reaction. He heard him swallow, heard the husky emotion in his voice and knew that that was Gris truly letting go. It made Josh choke up in response but he tried to force it down so as not to distract his lover. There were no words he could bring to mind to tell Gris just how much it meant to him, what they were doing.
He hardly knew how to respond to Gris's soft statement, but to continue his own actions and make it last as long as possible. Until Gris was taken away to another plane, until he was drifting and unaware of anything but pleasure, until he passed out if that was what came of it. What was happening here was beautiful, to him, and once again he found himself floored by the trust Gris gave him, the trust which was what Josh needed.
He didn't need a whimpering meek partner to make him feel mighty and in charge. This was exactly what made him fly himself; the fact that his partner was so damn strong, so proud, so secure in their relationship and in their trust that he allowed Josh to take him here. There was nothing weak about Gris, nothing even remotely unstable. Josh had been so nervous this evening, asking Gris to do this with him, not sure if his partner could, or would, be willing. It took a far stronger man, in Josh's opinion, to lie there and bare himself to someone like Gris was doing. It amazed him, brought tears to his eyes to see the effect they had on each other and to realize that they could give each other so much fulfillment like this and compliment each other so well. It was his job, his responsibility, to make sure that Gris never regretted it.
His hands shook for a moment with the force of his own emotions, and then he lifted his head away, took a deep breath, and pulled himself together. Because they had barely begun.
He lost all track of time as he immersed himself in Gris's body, finding a rhythm and discovering just how to keep Gris up at the point of release without going over. The 'downs' became fewer and farther between as he honed his skills and figured out what worked best.
Josh didn't stay still; not by a long shot. He teased Gris's opening gently, both with his fingers and the head of his own cock, even the moist tip of his tongue. When his partner was relaxed enough, aching for it, he slipped one long finger inside and brushed, feather-light, over his prostate, never directly hitting it for fear that that would definitely be too much. He continued to tease Gris's erection with fingers, tongue, and lips, only occasionally taking him in fully to the hot wetness of his mouth.
At one point he raised himself up over his partner, his hand still between them, and caught up both shafts together while he lowered his mouth and sucked gentle, nibbling kisses all over Gris's throat and neck. The press of his length against Gris's was very nearly his undoing but he waited, let his hand continue to tease, and remained focused on Gris the entire time.
His words were few and interspersed with his actions. He didn't want to break Gris out of whatever state he managed to reach by giving him too much to think about, so his comments remained soft and neutral, requiring little or no response. Murmurs of pleasure, soft moans, sighs, short phrases of love, of admiration, of gratitude even.
He knew a while had to have passed when fatigue truly began to set in. Josh realized he was beginning to shake, and that was something. His body was strong. It took a hell of a workout to really drain him. He glanced at the clock across the room and barely made out the time; they'd been here for nearly two hours since they'd entered the room.
God. Josh hadn't realized they could take that much. He'd thought, maybe if they did this a few more times they could stretch it so far. Josh blinked and tried to wipe away what he knew was a dazed expression from his face. On his hands and knees over his partner he let his fingernails graze over the sensitive skin of Gris's sides. Pressing a soft kiss to Gris's lower lip Josh slowly moved down again, back toward Gris's no doubt aching cock. He didn't know what effect the long wait would have on his lover; he knew there were many different ways the body could react to what was basically a self-induced high.
He did know, though, that he wanted to have Gris in his mouth for at least part of it. Really he wanted to bury himself inside his lover's warm body and come with him, but he didn't know how aware Gris was at the moment and Josh didn't want that unless Gris was fully with him. So he lowered his mouth to Gris's erection, gently grasped his hips, and licked up and down that velvety-hard shaft.
"It's time, love," he whispered, knowing he barely had to raise his voice to be heard.
He slid his hand down to stroke Gris's balls again, pressing his finger gently into his partner's body, finding that sweet spot inside. When Gris's cock was wet from Josh's mouth once again, Josh murmured against it so his words would be felt as well as heard, "Come for me."
He lowered his head and took his partner in fully as he flexed his hand and curled his finger just the little bit that was needed to hit that sensitive gland. His heat hitched with mingled regret and anticipation for both the end of this adventure and the delight that was about to follow.
Josh had never felt so close to another being. This was something he would never forget, never regret, something that was forging bonds between them that would only get stronger. He felt Gris's every reaction. He heard him swallow, heard the husky emotion in his voice and knew that that was Gris truly letting go. It made Josh choke up in response but he tried to force it down so as not to distract his lover. There were no words he could bring to mind to tell Gris just how much it meant to him, what they were doing.
He hardly knew how to respond to Gris's soft statement, but to continue his own actions and make it last as long as possible. Until Gris was taken away to another plane, until he was drifting and unaware of anything but pleasure, until he passed out if that was what came of it. What was happening here was beautiful, to him, and once again he found himself floored by the trust Gris gave him, the trust which was what Josh needed.
He didn't need a whimpering meek partner to make him feel mighty and in charge. This was exactly what made him fly himself; the fact that his partner was so damn strong, so proud, so secure in their relationship and in their trust that he allowed Josh to take him here. There was nothing weak about Gris, nothing even remotely unstable. Josh had been so nervous this evening, asking Gris to do this with him, not sure if his partner could, or would, be willing. It took a far stronger man, in Josh's opinion, to lie there and bare himself to someone like Gris was doing. It amazed him, brought tears to his eyes to see the effect they had on each other and to realize that they could give each other so much fulfillment like this and compliment each other so well. It was his job, his responsibility, to make sure that Gris never regretted it.
His hands shook for a moment with the force of his own emotions, and then he lifted his head away, took a deep breath, and pulled himself together. Because they had barely begun.
He lost all track of time as he immersed himself in Gris's body, finding a rhythm and discovering just how to keep Gris up at the point of release without going over. The 'downs' became fewer and farther between as he honed his skills and figured out what worked best.
Josh didn't stay still; not by a long shot. He teased Gris's opening gently, both with his fingers and the head of his own cock, even the moist tip of his tongue. When his partner was relaxed enough, aching for it, he slipped one long finger inside and brushed, feather-light, over his prostate, never directly hitting it for fear that that would definitely be too much. He continued to tease Gris's erection with fingers, tongue, and lips, only occasionally taking him in fully to the hot wetness of his mouth.
At one point he raised himself up over his partner, his hand still between them, and caught up both shafts together while he lowered his mouth and sucked gentle, nibbling kisses all over Gris's throat and neck. The press of his length against Gris's was very nearly his undoing but he waited, let his hand continue to tease, and remained focused on Gris the entire time.
His words were few and interspersed with his actions. He didn't want to break Gris out of whatever state he managed to reach by giving him too much to think about, so his comments remained soft and neutral, requiring little or no response. Murmurs of pleasure, soft moans, sighs, short phrases of love, of admiration, of gratitude even.
He knew a while had to have passed when fatigue truly began to set in. Josh realized he was beginning to shake, and that was something. His body was strong. It took a hell of a workout to really drain him. He glanced at the clock across the room and barely made out the time; they'd been here for nearly two hours since they'd entered the room.
God. Josh hadn't realized they could take that much. He'd thought, maybe if they did this a few more times they could stretch it so far. Josh blinked and tried to wipe away what he knew was a dazed expression from his face. On his hands and knees over his partner he let his fingernails graze over the sensitive skin of Gris's sides. Pressing a soft kiss to Gris's lower lip Josh slowly moved down again, back toward Gris's no doubt aching cock. He didn't know what effect the long wait would have on his lover; he knew there were many different ways the body could react to what was basically a self-induced high.
He did know, though, that he wanted to have Gris in his mouth for at least part of it. Really he wanted to bury himself inside his lover's warm body and come with him, but he didn't know how aware Gris was at the moment and Josh didn't want that unless Gris was fully with him. So he lowered his mouth to Gris's erection, gently grasped his hips, and licked up and down that velvety-hard shaft.
"It's time, love," he whispered, knowing he barely had to raise his voice to be heard.
He slid his hand down to stroke Gris's balls again, pressing his finger gently into his partner's body, finding that sweet spot inside. When Gris's cock was wet from Josh's mouth once again, Josh murmured against it so his words would be felt as well as heard, "Come for me."
He lowered his head and took his partner in fully as he flexed his hand and curled his finger just the little bit that was needed to hit that sensitive gland. His heat hitched with mingled regret and anticipation for both the end of this adventure and the delight that was about to follow.
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
Time went by in a delirious haze of sensation. It started with highs that were so intense that he almost fell over that edge that would have ended their play and it also had little respites that brought him down to a slightly calmer state. At some point those various degrees of intensity merged together into a full body pleasure that left him tightly wound. His body was straining, eager for the next touch and his mind drifted with no thought but bliss.
No meditation had ever been this successful at clearing his mind of some errant concern or worry. There was nothing beyond this current touch or caress and the next one. Gris lived for each one of them, brought to life again and again by Josh's expert care.
He had no idea how long they had been there. Minutes could have passed or weeks. His fingers were stiff on the posts that he gripped. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat that occasionally cooled and added yet another sensation to the rest. The sheets beneath him were damp and stray strands of his hair clung to his forehead and one cheek. His muscles ached and his legs shook but he barely noticed. They were simply pieces of the larger experience.
Josh's voice drifted to him as it had from time to time. It had been a source of calm and had helped ease his mind and heart into the state of peace while his body rode the knife edge of desire. He wanted release so badly he could think of nothing else and yet he didn't want this to end. Each new touch was a moment longer of this perfect state. It never occurred to him to let go of the headboard or to beg Josh to let him come. He didn't want to be free no matter what his body told him.
And then his lover's voice spoke different words and he knew that they were coming to the end. Josh's voice telling him that it was time and asking him to come was like the bell sounding at the end of a meditation, beckoning people back to the outside world and pulling them gently from a long trance.
The touches changed, Josh's hands and mouth were insistent, stroking, tugging, coaxing and pushing him beyond that balance that had been struck. And this time the pleasure continued to build until it finally broke free of his body. It was a release like no other he had experienced. Already stiff and shaking, Gris went completely rigid, the climax causing him to bow upward as high as his hands on the headboard would allow. The pleasure was so intense that he could make no sound at all. It poured through him like lightening and all he could do was ride it to the end.
The blinding force of his orgasm was so overwhelming that he felt himself lose consciousness. The world went from that shockingly white pleasure behind his eyelids to a spiraling black that left him slightly dizzy. It lasted only moments and when he came back to himself his body was still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure so strong that they tightened his entire body, making him moan and arch with each one.
He felt Josh's mouth release him, felt Josh move up beside him, He could feel Josh's erection pressed against his own as his lover's warm weight settled partially over him, vaguely he had the sense of a more intense liquid heat spreading over his chest.
Gris drifted again this time on a bliss that was sated and content. He closed his eyes and let his mind slowly drift back into his body. There was a shifting on the bed but that had happened often enough that it did not rouse him from his current state. It was only when Josh returned, his weight once more tilting a portion of the bed, that Gris realized that his lover had left.
The terry cloth towel felt rough after so many touches of Josh's gentle hands. Every portion of his body was sensitive. It pulled him the rest of the way up toward alertness.
"Josh...†Gentle hands pushed away the blindfold and eased the knot out of his hair. Gris' eyes fluttered open. He blinked in the dim, almost darkness, and sought his lover's face. Finding Josh above him, he smiled, reassured and comforted by the sight of his partner there to patiently help him return to reality. "I love you.â€
It took slow purposeful movement to extract his fingers from the headboard. He uncurled them with a soft hiss of pain and then stretched them fully out. Gris curled and uncurled his fingers until they began to recover their sensation. He smiled happily at Josh the entire time and then he wrapped his arms around his partner.
"Thank you.†Gris pulled Josh close and nestled against him. "That was incredible...beyond words.†He snuggled himself up under his boyfriend, tugging Josh partially on top of him.
"I don't think we are going to make that walk in the woods tonight.†He murmured softly into Josh's neck. "I don't want to move. I want to curl up with you and sleep. Maybe after a little nap then we can go.†Gris let out a pleased little sigh. "So amazing but I am completely knackered. Unbelievable.â€
((OOC: Josh's actions with permission. In case it isn't obvious Gris has no idea of the time. He thinks it hasn't been very long, thirty minutes maybe? ))
No meditation had ever been this successful at clearing his mind of some errant concern or worry. There was nothing beyond this current touch or caress and the next one. Gris lived for each one of them, brought to life again and again by Josh's expert care.
He had no idea how long they had been there. Minutes could have passed or weeks. His fingers were stiff on the posts that he gripped. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat that occasionally cooled and added yet another sensation to the rest. The sheets beneath him were damp and stray strands of his hair clung to his forehead and one cheek. His muscles ached and his legs shook but he barely noticed. They were simply pieces of the larger experience.
Josh's voice drifted to him as it had from time to time. It had been a source of calm and had helped ease his mind and heart into the state of peace while his body rode the knife edge of desire. He wanted release so badly he could think of nothing else and yet he didn't want this to end. Each new touch was a moment longer of this perfect state. It never occurred to him to let go of the headboard or to beg Josh to let him come. He didn't want to be free no matter what his body told him.
And then his lover's voice spoke different words and he knew that they were coming to the end. Josh's voice telling him that it was time and asking him to come was like the bell sounding at the end of a meditation, beckoning people back to the outside world and pulling them gently from a long trance.
The touches changed, Josh's hands and mouth were insistent, stroking, tugging, coaxing and pushing him beyond that balance that had been struck. And this time the pleasure continued to build until it finally broke free of his body. It was a release like no other he had experienced. Already stiff and shaking, Gris went completely rigid, the climax causing him to bow upward as high as his hands on the headboard would allow. The pleasure was so intense that he could make no sound at all. It poured through him like lightening and all he could do was ride it to the end.
The blinding force of his orgasm was so overwhelming that he felt himself lose consciousness. The world went from that shockingly white pleasure behind his eyelids to a spiraling black that left him slightly dizzy. It lasted only moments and when he came back to himself his body was still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure so strong that they tightened his entire body, making him moan and arch with each one.
He felt Josh's mouth release him, felt Josh move up beside him, He could feel Josh's erection pressed against his own as his lover's warm weight settled partially over him, vaguely he had the sense of a more intense liquid heat spreading over his chest.
Gris drifted again this time on a bliss that was sated and content. He closed his eyes and let his mind slowly drift back into his body. There was a shifting on the bed but that had happened often enough that it did not rouse him from his current state. It was only when Josh returned, his weight once more tilting a portion of the bed, that Gris realized that his lover had left.
The terry cloth towel felt rough after so many touches of Josh's gentle hands. Every portion of his body was sensitive. It pulled him the rest of the way up toward alertness.
"Josh...†Gentle hands pushed away the blindfold and eased the knot out of his hair. Gris' eyes fluttered open. He blinked in the dim, almost darkness, and sought his lover's face. Finding Josh above him, he smiled, reassured and comforted by the sight of his partner there to patiently help him return to reality. "I love you.â€
It took slow purposeful movement to extract his fingers from the headboard. He uncurled them with a soft hiss of pain and then stretched them fully out. Gris curled and uncurled his fingers until they began to recover their sensation. He smiled happily at Josh the entire time and then he wrapped his arms around his partner.
"Thank you.†Gris pulled Josh close and nestled against him. "That was incredible...beyond words.†He snuggled himself up under his boyfriend, tugging Josh partially on top of him.
"I don't think we are going to make that walk in the woods tonight.†He murmured softly into Josh's neck. "I don't want to move. I want to curl up with you and sleep. Maybe after a little nap then we can go.†Gris let out a pleased little sigh. "So amazing but I am completely knackered. Unbelievable.â€
((OOC: Josh's actions with permission. In case it isn't obvious Gris has no idea of the time. He thinks it hasn't been very long, thirty minutes maybe? ))
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
The culmination of their work was spectacular. Gris came when Josh told him it was time, his gorgeous body exploding as he arched off the bed. He flooded Josh's mouth with his release, and Josh took in as much as he could. When it became too much, too fast, and Josh felt his own body straining for the same he swiftly moved up, supporting himself partly over Gris, and took them both in his hand once more, stroking Gris through he end of his release even as he obtained his own.
It was all he could do to hold himself up on one trembling arm while he saw flashes of light behind his eyes. Breath was a precious commodity at that moment and he struggled to get his fair share of it. When he could think again he opened his eyes to Gris's blissful face and he knew he'd managed to get his lover there, to heaven, to a place where nothing had existed but pleasure.
Grimacing at the mess Josh brushed he sweaty strands of hair away from Gris's face and kissed his temple. "I'll be right back, love," he said. Gris may not have heard him. He got a towel and cleaned them both off quickly and gently, then reached for the silk blindfold and carefully pulled it away from Gris's eyes.
"I love you too, engel," he said softly. Gris did look like an angel right now, with that beautiful smile. A tumbled, disheveled angel, but that detracted from his appeal not one bit.
Josh carefully helped Gris pry his fingers from the headboard, massaging them gently. When Gris tugged him close he spooned around him, gathering his lover against him and wrapping him up with an arm and a leg. He reached over and tugged the edge of the comforter up to cover them before they got chilled; they were both sweaty and the AC was on fairly low.
He gently stroked Gris's side, arm and leg. Gris had been pretty out of it initially but he seemed to be coming back to himself quickly, easily. No reason why he shouldn't; it was nice and dark and cool here but warm beneath the comforter. They had each other, it was calm and quiet and wonderful. Josh just held his partner, feeling their hearts beating together. Pure bliss.
"You were amazing," he said to Gris, his voice a husky throb. "Thank you. What you just gave to me... love, it takes so much. I'm humbled by your strength. I can't tell you how much that meant to me. I want to do it again sometime, if you think you'd like that."
Josh didn't need or even want this kind of thing every night; he wasn't a Dom looking for a sub. His Gris was perfect in every way and if he, too, wanted an occasional night just like what they'd just shared, then all the merrier for them both. Just having Gris there was enough, though. Josh brushed gentle kisses over Gris's temple and cheek as if to tell him that.
When Gris mentioned walking in the woods Josh hid a laugh, muffled in Gris's damp, tangled golden curls. "No walking tonight, sweetheart," he said, amused. "It's past one. And I don't think I could stagger much farther than the bathroom. Speaking of, do you want to clean off a bit? I can start a bath for you. There's water there on the nightstand next to you too."
All Josh wanted to do now was care for Gris, hold him, breathe with him. Fall asleep with his arms around him and wake up slowly later that morning. And just be with him. It was all he needed. Now, and for a very long time after.
It was all he could do to hold himself up on one trembling arm while he saw flashes of light behind his eyes. Breath was a precious commodity at that moment and he struggled to get his fair share of it. When he could think again he opened his eyes to Gris's blissful face and he knew he'd managed to get his lover there, to heaven, to a place where nothing had existed but pleasure.
Grimacing at the mess Josh brushed he sweaty strands of hair away from Gris's face and kissed his temple. "I'll be right back, love," he said. Gris may not have heard him. He got a towel and cleaned them both off quickly and gently, then reached for the silk blindfold and carefully pulled it away from Gris's eyes.
"I love you too, engel," he said softly. Gris did look like an angel right now, with that beautiful smile. A tumbled, disheveled angel, but that detracted from his appeal not one bit.
Josh carefully helped Gris pry his fingers from the headboard, massaging them gently. When Gris tugged him close he spooned around him, gathering his lover against him and wrapping him up with an arm and a leg. He reached over and tugged the edge of the comforter up to cover them before they got chilled; they were both sweaty and the AC was on fairly low.
He gently stroked Gris's side, arm and leg. Gris had been pretty out of it initially but he seemed to be coming back to himself quickly, easily. No reason why he shouldn't; it was nice and dark and cool here but warm beneath the comforter. They had each other, it was calm and quiet and wonderful. Josh just held his partner, feeling their hearts beating together. Pure bliss.
"You were amazing," he said to Gris, his voice a husky throb. "Thank you. What you just gave to me... love, it takes so much. I'm humbled by your strength. I can't tell you how much that meant to me. I want to do it again sometime, if you think you'd like that."
Josh didn't need or even want this kind of thing every night; he wasn't a Dom looking for a sub. His Gris was perfect in every way and if he, too, wanted an occasional night just like what they'd just shared, then all the merrier for them both. Just having Gris there was enough, though. Josh brushed gentle kisses over Gris's temple and cheek as if to tell him that.
When Gris mentioned walking in the woods Josh hid a laugh, muffled in Gris's damp, tangled golden curls. "No walking tonight, sweetheart," he said, amused. "It's past one. And I don't think I could stagger much farther than the bathroom. Speaking of, do you want to clean off a bit? I can start a bath for you. There's water there on the nightstand next to you too."
All Josh wanted to do now was care for Gris, hold him, breathe with him. Fall asleep with his arms around him and wake up slowly later that morning. And just be with him. It was all he needed. Now, and for a very long time after.
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
Gris blinked up at Josh and must of looked a little confused. He was pretty certain that he had just had the best orgasm of his life and now his boyfriend was asking if he would ever want to do this again. Like the answer might not have been obvious. Gris giggled, yes giggled, and hid his head in his boyfriend's shoulder. 'Is tomorrow too soon?â€
'I'm kidding.' He straightened up and looked at Josh more seriously. "I would love to do that again and again. Not every night but often. Once a month, Once every two weeks, Whenever we feel like it and have the time. I would love to do that for you some time, if you are interested.â€
He leaned up and gave Josh a tender kiss. "Thank you. You took care of me just as you promised you would. That takes a lot of focus and attention. I feel spoiled and lazy, getting to luxuriate in your attentions while you had to be so careful.†No one had ever spent that much time on his pleasure before, certainly not solely his pleasure. He felt overwhelmed and loved and grateful.
Josh vetoed the walking and then told him the time. Gris didn't believe it. He sat up enough that he could look at the clock and then turned a shocked expression back to Josh. Silently he flopped back down onto the bed. "Wow, just wow. No wonder I'm tired. God, Josh, I had no idea.' He rolled over and looked at his boyfriend, his expression was still a little stunned. Reaching up, he kneaded Josh's shoulders with his hands, putting easy strength into finding the knots of tension that were bound to be there from leaning over him for so long. "You must be tired too.'
The bath sounded like a good idea. He was sweaty and still slightly sticky. Sleeping was so much better when you were clean. "I would love a bath but only if you join me.†Perhaps he was being demanding now. Maybe his boyfriend would like to curl up and go to sleep. He really didn't want to be without Josh just yet. If his partner didn't want a bath then he could sleep as he was. One night wouldn't kill him and he could easily pass out in under five minutes; he could feel it. "It is up to you. We can just sleep if you like.â€
'I'm kidding.' He straightened up and looked at Josh more seriously. "I would love to do that again and again. Not every night but often. Once a month, Once every two weeks, Whenever we feel like it and have the time. I would love to do that for you some time, if you are interested.â€
He leaned up and gave Josh a tender kiss. "Thank you. You took care of me just as you promised you would. That takes a lot of focus and attention. I feel spoiled and lazy, getting to luxuriate in your attentions while you had to be so careful.†No one had ever spent that much time on his pleasure before, certainly not solely his pleasure. He felt overwhelmed and loved and grateful.
Josh vetoed the walking and then told him the time. Gris didn't believe it. He sat up enough that he could look at the clock and then turned a shocked expression back to Josh. Silently he flopped back down onto the bed. "Wow, just wow. No wonder I'm tired. God, Josh, I had no idea.' He rolled over and looked at his boyfriend, his expression was still a little stunned. Reaching up, he kneaded Josh's shoulders with his hands, putting easy strength into finding the knots of tension that were bound to be there from leaning over him for so long. "You must be tired too.'
The bath sounded like a good idea. He was sweaty and still slightly sticky. Sleeping was so much better when you were clean. "I would love a bath but only if you join me.†Perhaps he was being demanding now. Maybe his boyfriend would like to curl up and go to sleep. He really didn't want to be without Josh just yet. If his partner didn't want a bath then he could sleep as he was. One night wouldn't kill him and he could easily pass out in under five minutes; he could feel it. "It is up to you. We can just sleep if you like.â€
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
Josh was so happy just snuggling Gris close, that when Gris let out a little laugh Josh joined him. He couldn't remember the last time he laughed like that... okay, maybe it was a giggle, too. It felt good to share it.
"Tomorrow's not to soon, love. Whenever you want it." He gave a thoughtful little hum when Gris said he wouldn't mind doing that for Josh. No one had ever offered before, and he had never had any desire to be on the receiving end, relinquishing his own control. But if Gris wanted to Josh would do it for him. Absolutely no one else on the planet.
"You look gorgeous spoiled and lazy," he said, his own lazy smile evident on his lips. "And I loved it, Gris. It's a turn on for me, doing that to you. Being in control, making you feel like that. It didn't feel like work. I can't wait to try it again."
The revelation of the time was a shock to Gris, and Josh took that with a little bit of pride. Mission accomplished. He had wanted to do just that; bring Gris outside of himself and envelop him in pleasure. If Gris hadn't even realized how much time had passed Josh had succeeded. And he had learned even more about Gris's body in the process. This was something else he cherished, knowing someone so intimately. That was one reason he would allow Gris to turn the tables, aside from the fact that he did love and trust his partner, he wouldn't deny Gris the right to learn him as well.
His easy smile stayed in place when Gris said he'd like a bath and then immediately recanted and left it up to Josh. Sweet man. Josh disentangled himself from Gris with several more kisses and went around the bed. He pushed the little glass of water toward him. "Drink, love. I'll be right back. We won't both fit in the tub here but we'll make it work."
And with that Tim Gunn-esque statement, he headed into the bathroom. Turning the water on he adjusted the temperature to where Gris liked his showers, maybe just a tiny bit hotter to compensate for the ac. He added a little bit of salt to it, which had a mild eucalyptus mint oil in it as well. He found it to be good for sore muscles. Then he returned to the bedroom, pulled the covers away, and lifted his partner into his arms. Carrying Gris across the room was a slow process, because Josh had to stop and kiss him every few feet but eventually he made it there, and he deposited his partner gently in the tub.
Josh perched on the side of it and immediately reached down to stroke Gris's hair. Then he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I'll come right back, engel. Just relax a little."
Heading out to the bedroom Josh pulled the sheets from the bed and replaced them with new, clean cotton sheets in sage green. He also changed the pillow cases, straightened the comforter out, and then turned it down ready and inviting them to crawl in. He had no doubt that as soon as they climbed back under those sheets they'd be out.
When he returned to the bathroom a very short while later he brought with him a large plastic cup. Sitting on the edge of the tub once more he encouraged Gris to lean forward so Josh could move around behind him. There wasn't room for two tall men in the tub but Josh could sit on the edge behind Gris, against the wall, and let Gris relax against him. When they were arranged comfortably enough Josh dipped the cup in the warm water, tilted Gris's head back, and let the water run through Gris's hair. He repeated the process slowly, patiently, until Gris's hair was soaked. Then he picked up the shampoo, which Gris had made himself of course, applied some to his hands, and then massaged gently. He sighed happily; the motion was soothing to him, and hopefully relaxing to Gris.
"I love being with you," he murmured softly, his voice echoing in the small bathroom. "You make my life so much better Gris. I just want to be where you are, always."
"Tomorrow's not to soon, love. Whenever you want it." He gave a thoughtful little hum when Gris said he wouldn't mind doing that for Josh. No one had ever offered before, and he had never had any desire to be on the receiving end, relinquishing his own control. But if Gris wanted to Josh would do it for him. Absolutely no one else on the planet.
"You look gorgeous spoiled and lazy," he said, his own lazy smile evident on his lips. "And I loved it, Gris. It's a turn on for me, doing that to you. Being in control, making you feel like that. It didn't feel like work. I can't wait to try it again."
The revelation of the time was a shock to Gris, and Josh took that with a little bit of pride. Mission accomplished. He had wanted to do just that; bring Gris outside of himself and envelop him in pleasure. If Gris hadn't even realized how much time had passed Josh had succeeded. And he had learned even more about Gris's body in the process. This was something else he cherished, knowing someone so intimately. That was one reason he would allow Gris to turn the tables, aside from the fact that he did love and trust his partner, he wouldn't deny Gris the right to learn him as well.
His easy smile stayed in place when Gris said he'd like a bath and then immediately recanted and left it up to Josh. Sweet man. Josh disentangled himself from Gris with several more kisses and went around the bed. He pushed the little glass of water toward him. "Drink, love. I'll be right back. We won't both fit in the tub here but we'll make it work."
And with that Tim Gunn-esque statement, he headed into the bathroom. Turning the water on he adjusted the temperature to where Gris liked his showers, maybe just a tiny bit hotter to compensate for the ac. He added a little bit of salt to it, which had a mild eucalyptus mint oil in it as well. He found it to be good for sore muscles. Then he returned to the bedroom, pulled the covers away, and lifted his partner into his arms. Carrying Gris across the room was a slow process, because Josh had to stop and kiss him every few feet but eventually he made it there, and he deposited his partner gently in the tub.
Josh perched on the side of it and immediately reached down to stroke Gris's hair. Then he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I'll come right back, engel. Just relax a little."
Heading out to the bedroom Josh pulled the sheets from the bed and replaced them with new, clean cotton sheets in sage green. He also changed the pillow cases, straightened the comforter out, and then turned it down ready and inviting them to crawl in. He had no doubt that as soon as they climbed back under those sheets they'd be out.
When he returned to the bathroom a very short while later he brought with him a large plastic cup. Sitting on the edge of the tub once more he encouraged Gris to lean forward so Josh could move around behind him. There wasn't room for two tall men in the tub but Josh could sit on the edge behind Gris, against the wall, and let Gris relax against him. When they were arranged comfortably enough Josh dipped the cup in the warm water, tilted Gris's head back, and let the water run through Gris's hair. He repeated the process slowly, patiently, until Gris's hair was soaked. Then he picked up the shampoo, which Gris had made himself of course, applied some to his hands, and then massaged gently. He sighed happily; the motion was soothing to him, and hopefully relaxing to Gris.
"I love being with you," he murmured softly, his voice echoing in the small bathroom. "You make my life so much better Gris. I just want to be where you are, always."
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
Gris obediently took the water but after the first sip he realized that he was incredibly thirsty. He steadily sipped the rest, resisting the urge to gulp it. His throat felt a bit sore; it would be better by morning but right now it was as if he were a teenager who had screamed for hours at a concert.
It had been hours and he had been making a lot of noise from time to time. Gris realized that fact with a blush and hoped the walls were very thick because if not then he had probably already worn out his welcome with Josh's neighbors. He couldn't have even said for sure how much sound he had been making by the end of it. His throat said it had been a lot and he just had to assume that his body wouldn't lie to him.
Josh came back and Gris smiled up at him. He gave a startled cry as his boyfriend picked him up and carried him into the bathroom. It amused him, the big bad werewolf being carried by the human. But he wasn't angry or embarrassed by it; his legs probably would have worked but he wasn't hundred percent certain. The kisses helped him think better of the whole being carried thing too.
The tub really wasn't big enough for the both of them and that was disappointing. He sighed softly and released the cup he had still been holding, setting it down on the counter as Josh walked them by it.
The water felt good and at the same time made him realize how tense his muscles were. He groaned softly and sunk down a little further into the warm water. Josh got up and left him again. Gris frowned but took his partner at his word.
He was almost at his limit of tolerance for being pampered. He liked it; he loved that Josh cared for him but he knew that his partner was sore and tired as well. They couldn't be in at the same time or he wouldn't have accepted Josh leaving at all. He wanted to give back, even just a little and return some of the care he had been given.
"I love you too, Darling. Be where I am?" He wasn't sure what Josh meant. Be where he was in the tub, be in the relationship with him or be taken care of by him. He could agree to the last two fairly easily and he doubted Josh really meant the tub as a permanent residence. He felt that his love for Josh would only deepen and he felt that he could be happily taken care of so long as Josh was willing to let him do the same. Gris thought that might actually be difficult for Josh at times; his boyfriend was used to being strong and responsible all the time. When did Josh ever break down? Have worries or fears that he let other people see? Maybe Gretta, probably. She seemed fragile and frail but Gris had come to learn that she wasn't. He was happy that Josh had her in his life but he also wanted to be there for his boyfriend when Josh needed someone. Of course they hadn't really had any crisis in their life yet, except the one where Josh thought he had been sleeping with Kiyoshi and had learned that he was a werewolf. It was hard to be a comfort to your boyfriend when you were the problem. Next time.
He looked up at Josh carefully, moving slowly so that the hands on his head didn't slide soap down into his eyes. "You are taking a bath next and you are letting me take care of you." It wasn't a question and there was a stubbornness to his features that went with the statement. His expression softened and he placed a wet hand on Josh's knee. "The bath is going to help my body do what it does best but you will be sore tomorrow if you don't soak some...and I want to thank you too, Josh. I love you and you deserve to be cared for." Gris smiled up at Josh. "I can accept that it was my night and this was a gift to me but I want to show you how much I loved it." He bent and kissed Josh's knee and then settled back to let his boyfriend finish what he started.
It had been hours and he had been making a lot of noise from time to time. Gris realized that fact with a blush and hoped the walls were very thick because if not then he had probably already worn out his welcome with Josh's neighbors. He couldn't have even said for sure how much sound he had been making by the end of it. His throat said it had been a lot and he just had to assume that his body wouldn't lie to him.
Josh came back and Gris smiled up at him. He gave a startled cry as his boyfriend picked him up and carried him into the bathroom. It amused him, the big bad werewolf being carried by the human. But he wasn't angry or embarrassed by it; his legs probably would have worked but he wasn't hundred percent certain. The kisses helped him think better of the whole being carried thing too.
The tub really wasn't big enough for the both of them and that was disappointing. He sighed softly and released the cup he had still been holding, setting it down on the counter as Josh walked them by it.
The water felt good and at the same time made him realize how tense his muscles were. He groaned softly and sunk down a little further into the warm water. Josh got up and left him again. Gris frowned but took his partner at his word.
He was almost at his limit of tolerance for being pampered. He liked it; he loved that Josh cared for him but he knew that his partner was sore and tired as well. They couldn't be in at the same time or he wouldn't have accepted Josh leaving at all. He wanted to give back, even just a little and return some of the care he had been given.
"I love you too, Darling. Be where I am?" He wasn't sure what Josh meant. Be where he was in the tub, be in the relationship with him or be taken care of by him. He could agree to the last two fairly easily and he doubted Josh really meant the tub as a permanent residence. He felt that his love for Josh would only deepen and he felt that he could be happily taken care of so long as Josh was willing to let him do the same. Gris thought that might actually be difficult for Josh at times; his boyfriend was used to being strong and responsible all the time. When did Josh ever break down? Have worries or fears that he let other people see? Maybe Gretta, probably. She seemed fragile and frail but Gris had come to learn that she wasn't. He was happy that Josh had her in his life but he also wanted to be there for his boyfriend when Josh needed someone. Of course they hadn't really had any crisis in their life yet, except the one where Josh thought he had been sleeping with Kiyoshi and had learned that he was a werewolf. It was hard to be a comfort to your boyfriend when you were the problem. Next time.
He looked up at Josh carefully, moving slowly so that the hands on his head didn't slide soap down into his eyes. "You are taking a bath next and you are letting me take care of you." It wasn't a question and there was a stubbornness to his features that went with the statement. His expression softened and he placed a wet hand on Josh's knee. "The bath is going to help my body do what it does best but you will be sore tomorrow if you don't soak some...and I want to thank you too, Josh. I love you and you deserve to be cared for." Gris smiled up at Josh. "I can accept that it was my night and this was a gift to me but I want to show you how much I loved it." He bent and kissed Josh's knee and then settled back to let his boyfriend finish what he started.
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
Gris seemed to want clarification of the words Josh had spoken, and Josh lifted his shoulder and offered an apologetic smile, which Gris was tall enough to see reflected in the bathroom mirror if he was looking. Josh couldn't help still having a sort of knee-jerk fear that Gris would tire of him someday and leave. It had nothing to do with Gris himself, who for every day and night since making a commitment to Josh had upheld his word. Rather, it was more of a throwback to his last relationship, the reminder of how wretched it had felt when he'd realized his partner had been cheating on him and didn't want him anymore.
If it had felt that bad then, Josh could only imagine how hard it would be if it happened with Gris. He shook his head, unable to say such words, because Gris didn't deserve to hear them. Gris had been wonderful so far and Josh had no reason to think this would end. He let his fingers trace the tracks of the trickling water through Gris's hair and down the side of his neck to his collar bones.
"I just love being with you," he said softly. "I never want this to end. This night, this month, us. In general. I love you."
To Josh, those three words said it all. He wouldn't say them to anyone he wasn't prepared to make a lifelong commitment to. He just didn't want to be too intense for Gris. He knew what was in his heart, and he would enjoy every second he got with Gris from now until he died.
He smiled at the stubborn tone to his partner's voice when Gris made it clear that Josh was to be taken care of as well. He listened quietly, a surprisingly easy smile upon his lips as Gris spoke to him. When Gris turned to kiss Josh's knee Josh let a low, soft, rumbling laugh out, a sensuous and husky noise that echoed off the bathroom walls.
"I'll enjoy every second of it, Gris," he said softly. "Did you think I wouldn't?"
He gently caressed Gris's hair and began to rinse suds from it before applying conditioner and massaging again. He talked as he did. "The only part where you're wrong is that last bit, engel. Tonight was for me too and you gave of yourself equally. You were amazing. I needed it tonight and you let me do it. It was... incredible. Just to feel that with you." He closed his eyes briefly, smiling and giving a little shiver of memory. "God, it was good."
Josh loved what they'd done in bed, but that sort of thing didn't have to last for more than the lovemaking. He didn't want Gris to feel like Josh thought his partner needed to be cared for like some weak submissive. He had already told Gris several times how strong he thought he was but maybe he wasn't getting the point across. It was pleasant to care for him now, and he would very happily submit to Gris's tender care afterward. They took care of each other; that was how it should be.
"You compliment me so well, Gris. I love that we can share things like this. And I love that you can let me care for you then turn around and give me the same. I don't need another person to look after, although I won't lie... I'm always going to look out for you. Because I love you. Not because you need me to."
He squeezed Gris's shoulders. "You're the one person I have who stands with me, next to me. A partner, like Gretta, but so much more."
Josh had a hard time using his words now and then; he hoped he was making sense. He didn't want a submissive lover, or someone he had to look out for because they were incapable of looking after themselves. Gris was so different. He was proud and strong and absolutely, amazingly capable. Even with Gretta Josh always had a sense of looking after her - a bit, because he viewed her like one of his sisters. Gris was something else entirely. Gris, he could trust to take care of him when he needed it. To confess his worries and fears to. To break down with if he needed to.
He wasn't very good at those things but he was working on it, and he wanted Gris to know he trusted him with everything. Time, he thought to himself. Time will solve that. And he could show Gris that he would rely on him, too, that he trusted Gris to help hold him up when things got hard. Because with Gris Josh didn't have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. Gris would do everything he could to help, Josh knew. They would help each other from here on out, wasn't that what you did when you loved someone?
He rinsed the last of the conditioner from Gris's hair, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. Then he slid out from behind him, placed the cup on the side of the tub, and fetched a towel from the small linen closet. He held it out for Gris.
"Here. So you don't get chilled."
Josh had more than one reason to anticipate his own bath; Gris was the one with the magical massaging hands, after all. Not that his touch didn't drive Josh crazy any day of the week, but his massages were indescribably good. He be lying if he said he wasn't hoping Gris's brand of care didn't include those capable hands kneading the tenderness from his shoulders.
If it had felt that bad then, Josh could only imagine how hard it would be if it happened with Gris. He shook his head, unable to say such words, because Gris didn't deserve to hear them. Gris had been wonderful so far and Josh had no reason to think this would end. He let his fingers trace the tracks of the trickling water through Gris's hair and down the side of his neck to his collar bones.
"I just love being with you," he said softly. "I never want this to end. This night, this month, us. In general. I love you."
To Josh, those three words said it all. He wouldn't say them to anyone he wasn't prepared to make a lifelong commitment to. He just didn't want to be too intense for Gris. He knew what was in his heart, and he would enjoy every second he got with Gris from now until he died.
He smiled at the stubborn tone to his partner's voice when Gris made it clear that Josh was to be taken care of as well. He listened quietly, a surprisingly easy smile upon his lips as Gris spoke to him. When Gris turned to kiss Josh's knee Josh let a low, soft, rumbling laugh out, a sensuous and husky noise that echoed off the bathroom walls.
"I'll enjoy every second of it, Gris," he said softly. "Did you think I wouldn't?"
He gently caressed Gris's hair and began to rinse suds from it before applying conditioner and massaging again. He talked as he did. "The only part where you're wrong is that last bit, engel. Tonight was for me too and you gave of yourself equally. You were amazing. I needed it tonight and you let me do it. It was... incredible. Just to feel that with you." He closed his eyes briefly, smiling and giving a little shiver of memory. "God, it was good."
Josh loved what they'd done in bed, but that sort of thing didn't have to last for more than the lovemaking. He didn't want Gris to feel like Josh thought his partner needed to be cared for like some weak submissive. He had already told Gris several times how strong he thought he was but maybe he wasn't getting the point across. It was pleasant to care for him now, and he would very happily submit to Gris's tender care afterward. They took care of each other; that was how it should be.
"You compliment me so well, Gris. I love that we can share things like this. And I love that you can let me care for you then turn around and give me the same. I don't need another person to look after, although I won't lie... I'm always going to look out for you. Because I love you. Not because you need me to."
He squeezed Gris's shoulders. "You're the one person I have who stands with me, next to me. A partner, like Gretta, but so much more."
Josh had a hard time using his words now and then; he hoped he was making sense. He didn't want a submissive lover, or someone he had to look out for because they were incapable of looking after themselves. Gris was so different. He was proud and strong and absolutely, amazingly capable. Even with Gretta Josh always had a sense of looking after her - a bit, because he viewed her like one of his sisters. Gris was something else entirely. Gris, he could trust to take care of him when he needed it. To confess his worries and fears to. To break down with if he needed to.
He wasn't very good at those things but he was working on it, and he wanted Gris to know he trusted him with everything. Time, he thought to himself. Time will solve that. And he could show Gris that he would rely on him, too, that he trusted Gris to help hold him up when things got hard. Because with Gris Josh didn't have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. Gris would do everything he could to help, Josh knew. They would help each other from here on out, wasn't that what you did when you loved someone?
He rinsed the last of the conditioner from Gris's hair, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. Then he slid out from behind him, placed the cup on the side of the tub, and fetched a towel from the small linen closet. He held it out for Gris.
"Here. So you don't get chilled."
Josh had more than one reason to anticipate his own bath; Gris was the one with the magical massaging hands, after all. Not that his touch didn't drive Josh crazy any day of the week, but his massages were indescribably good. He be lying if he said he wasn't hoping Gris's brand of care didn't include those capable hands kneading the tenderness from his shoulders.
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
Gris looked up into Josh's reflection. "We won't end, Love. There will be more nights like this one, I promise.†He knew that he would follow Josh where ever his partner wanted him to go. If it meant losing Josh or staying in Nachton then Gris would leave Nachton. He didn't think his previous long term relationship ever loved him, not really, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to leave him without a single regret. Josh felt different, already. He didn't think that was merely wishful thinking on his part. They were making long term plans, talking about events in the future, making decisions as a couple. It was not a college fling. This was a committed adult relationship. He loved it, part of him was scared it would end but most of him believed this could last a lifetime. He wanted that so much.
And if he wanted it and feared it would end then his boyfriend had the same fears, perhaps more so. Josh had an adult relationship before and it had ended; his partner had thought it was true love and he found out that his partner had not felt the same.
He smiled when Josh agreed to let him take care of him a little tonight also. Gris shook his head,no, when Josh asked if he thought that Josh wouldn't enjoy his care. "No, that's not my concern.†His boyfriend had let him pamper him often enough for him to know that Josh enjoyed his attentions.
Once his hair was rinsed, Gris twisted around a little bit and the wrapped his arms around Josh. "I don't think that you want me to be weak so that you can care for me.†He laid his cheek high up on Josh's thigh, nuzzling as close to his boyfriend as he could get. "I was only worried that you wouldn't let me care for you a little tonight. That's all. That you had wanted to do all the care giving tonight.†He turned green eyes up to Josh. "Not that you would never let me return the favor. I just wanted to make sure you let me take care of your aches because I know you are going to have some. I want you to be able to do that again soon.†He gave his boyfriend an innocent grin. "Perhaps very soon because that was the most amazing experience of my life.†Gris tucked his head back down on Josh's leg. "Except perhaps being landed on. " He murmured softly. "But this felt better.†He couldn't help but smile and he pressed that smile against his partner's skin.
Turning back around, he said. "I want you to look after me, a little. I love it. No one has taken care of me in a long time. I don't need it; I want it. And I also want to take care of you, because I love you and its what people who love each other do.†Gris tilted his head back and looked up at Josh. "We take care of each other and that's perfect.†Maybe Josh seemed to take care of him a little more in some ways but he liked that and maybe he took care of Josh in others and he liked that too.
Eventually he was able to get out of the bath. Time and hot water had soaked away almost all the ache to his muscles and he now felt only pleasantly sore, sated and tired. That was just as he would have wanted it.
Gris wrapped the towel around his shoulders and motioned Josh into the water. He cupped some of the warm water and poured it slowly over Josh's shoulders and back. "Soak now. I will help you wash and then will give you a massage in the bed.†The bath would make the muscles nice and warm and then he could finish the job somewhere he had enough room to get to the entire length of Josh's body. Then they could both fall into the bed immediately after and fall asleep.
He still couldn't resist rubbing and kneading his lover's shoulders and neck while he was seated behind him. Gris hummed softly as his strong hands eased away the tension. He then ran his fingers lightly through Josh's short hair, gently scratching his partner's scalp and smoothing the hair with his fingers. After about five minutes of playing with Josh's hair, he reached down for the cup and began to soak it.
And if he wanted it and feared it would end then his boyfriend had the same fears, perhaps more so. Josh had an adult relationship before and it had ended; his partner had thought it was true love and he found out that his partner had not felt the same.
He smiled when Josh agreed to let him take care of him a little tonight also. Gris shook his head,no, when Josh asked if he thought that Josh wouldn't enjoy his care. "No, that's not my concern.†His boyfriend had let him pamper him often enough for him to know that Josh enjoyed his attentions.
Once his hair was rinsed, Gris twisted around a little bit and the wrapped his arms around Josh. "I don't think that you want me to be weak so that you can care for me.†He laid his cheek high up on Josh's thigh, nuzzling as close to his boyfriend as he could get. "I was only worried that you wouldn't let me care for you a little tonight. That's all. That you had wanted to do all the care giving tonight.†He turned green eyes up to Josh. "Not that you would never let me return the favor. I just wanted to make sure you let me take care of your aches because I know you are going to have some. I want you to be able to do that again soon.†He gave his boyfriend an innocent grin. "Perhaps very soon because that was the most amazing experience of my life.†Gris tucked his head back down on Josh's leg. "Except perhaps being landed on. " He murmured softly. "But this felt better.†He couldn't help but smile and he pressed that smile against his partner's skin.
Turning back around, he said. "I want you to look after me, a little. I love it. No one has taken care of me in a long time. I don't need it; I want it. And I also want to take care of you, because I love you and its what people who love each other do.†Gris tilted his head back and looked up at Josh. "We take care of each other and that's perfect.†Maybe Josh seemed to take care of him a little more in some ways but he liked that and maybe he took care of Josh in others and he liked that too.
Eventually he was able to get out of the bath. Time and hot water had soaked away almost all the ache to his muscles and he now felt only pleasantly sore, sated and tired. That was just as he would have wanted it.
Gris wrapped the towel around his shoulders and motioned Josh into the water. He cupped some of the warm water and poured it slowly over Josh's shoulders and back. "Soak now. I will help you wash and then will give you a massage in the bed.†The bath would make the muscles nice and warm and then he could finish the job somewhere he had enough room to get to the entire length of Josh's body. Then they could both fall into the bed immediately after and fall asleep.
He still couldn't resist rubbing and kneading his lover's shoulders and neck while he was seated behind him. Gris hummed softly as his strong hands eased away the tension. He then ran his fingers lightly through Josh's short hair, gently scratching his partner's scalp and smoothing the hair with his fingers. After about five minutes of playing with Josh's hair, he reached down for the cup and began to soak it.
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
Talking to Gris, just sitting here like this, so intimate, after such a revealing experience, was something Josh hadn't truly expected to experience. They could be so incredibly open with each other and the honesty was wonderful. It gave him hope that, in the tougher times they were bound to face, they would be able to navigate any rough waters and come out steady and stable on the other side.
Gris's reassurances calmed him. He didn't try to disguise his sigh of relief when he was promised many nights of loving satisfaction like what they'd just shared. What followed also made Josh smile and relax. Gris hadn't misunderstood him, then. Josh should have made himself clearer though, so he didn't cause Gris any worry at all.
"I did want to make sure you came back to yourself all right," Josh said softly, "but beyond that, I love when you give me your attentions in return."
No one cared for him, growing up. His grandparents had tried to but eight year old Josh had been, if anything, even more stubborn than forty-one-year-old Josh. He'd always felt like his family would be taken away if he weren't perfect so he did everything himself. He didn't know if Gris understood exactly how unusual it was for Josh to let anyone do this for him, but it felt natural that it was Gris. Natural and perfect.
He agreed with everything Gris had said. I was as if they shared the same thoughts sometimes. He just nodded his agreement with his lover, happiness radiating from him in gentle waves, apparent in each soothing motion as he carefully washed away any remaining tension in Gris's body. He chuckeld when Gris revealed a potential ulterior motive.
"As soon as you want, lover. I'm not going to be so sore that I can't do that tomorrow night if you like. Maybe we can try for two and a half hours." His voice had a little teasing, wicked edge to it. Josh was glad he kept himself in decent shape; he really would be fine the next evening, he suspected.
Once they had switched places and Josh sank into the hot water, groaning at the way it felt and then giving a soft moan at he promise of a massage. "Sounds like heaven," he said.
Fatigue crept in as Gris's hands worked against his shoulders and he knew he would be in trouble once they hit the bed. He was glad he'd gotten everything ready now, because once Gris started working on him he wasn't sure how the hell he'd remain awake and he hadn't wanted Gris to have to make the bed. Even now, in the tub, he felt tight muscles simply melt into relaxation.
"Oh God," he moaned, enjoying every little touch. The fingers against his scalp came next and Josh's skin broke out into goose bumps, nipples hardening, shivering a bit at the exquisite sensation. "So good, sweetheart."
By the time Gris had spent a year doing that and began running warm water through Josh's hair he was limp and half-asleep already, his cheek against Gris's leg, eyes closed, easily drifting in that half-there half-not-there state you slipped through right before true sleep came. Somewhere on a back-burner he realized he really was relinquishing all control to Gris at the moment and instead of feeling panicked about it, he felt... fine. Absolutely fine. Happy about it, even.
He wanted to tell Gris he loved him again but his lips wouldn't move. He was far too relaxed. All that came out was a soft, sleepy hum. And for once in his life, he was perfect with that state of affairs.
Gris's reassurances calmed him. He didn't try to disguise his sigh of relief when he was promised many nights of loving satisfaction like what they'd just shared. What followed also made Josh smile and relax. Gris hadn't misunderstood him, then. Josh should have made himself clearer though, so he didn't cause Gris any worry at all.
"I did want to make sure you came back to yourself all right," Josh said softly, "but beyond that, I love when you give me your attentions in return."
No one cared for him, growing up. His grandparents had tried to but eight year old Josh had been, if anything, even more stubborn than forty-one-year-old Josh. He'd always felt like his family would be taken away if he weren't perfect so he did everything himself. He didn't know if Gris understood exactly how unusual it was for Josh to let anyone do this for him, but it felt natural that it was Gris. Natural and perfect.
He agreed with everything Gris had said. I was as if they shared the same thoughts sometimes. He just nodded his agreement with his lover, happiness radiating from him in gentle waves, apparent in each soothing motion as he carefully washed away any remaining tension in Gris's body. He chuckeld when Gris revealed a potential ulterior motive.
"As soon as you want, lover. I'm not going to be so sore that I can't do that tomorrow night if you like. Maybe we can try for two and a half hours." His voice had a little teasing, wicked edge to it. Josh was glad he kept himself in decent shape; he really would be fine the next evening, he suspected.
Once they had switched places and Josh sank into the hot water, groaning at the way it felt and then giving a soft moan at he promise of a massage. "Sounds like heaven," he said.
Fatigue crept in as Gris's hands worked against his shoulders and he knew he would be in trouble once they hit the bed. He was glad he'd gotten everything ready now, because once Gris started working on him he wasn't sure how the hell he'd remain awake and he hadn't wanted Gris to have to make the bed. Even now, in the tub, he felt tight muscles simply melt into relaxation.
"Oh God," he moaned, enjoying every little touch. The fingers against his scalp came next and Josh's skin broke out into goose bumps, nipples hardening, shivering a bit at the exquisite sensation. "So good, sweetheart."
By the time Gris had spent a year doing that and began running warm water through Josh's hair he was limp and half-asleep already, his cheek against Gris's leg, eyes closed, easily drifting in that half-there half-not-there state you slipped through right before true sleep came. Somewhere on a back-burner he realized he really was relinquishing all control to Gris at the moment and instead of feeling panicked about it, he felt... fine. Absolutely fine. Happy about it, even.
He wanted to tell Gris he loved him again but his lips wouldn't move. He was far too relaxed. All that came out was a soft, sleepy hum. And for once in his life, he was perfect with that state of affairs.
Greer Grayson
11 years ago
Gris gave Josh a startled somewhat shaky laugh at the idea of trying to repeat the same experience tomorrow night but for longer. "So long as we stop before I have to go to work the next morning.â€
He focused on washing Josh's hair and then using the conditioner he had made for it. Gris had made Josh his own special blend with Josh's favorite scents plus other ingredients best for his partner's hair type. Having his own hair smell like Josh's blend was actually kind of nice; perhaps he would make another batch for his hair type but see if he couldn't get it to smell the same as Josh's. Or he could just use Josh's shampoo and conditioner, like tonight.
Sniffing his hair in court when he was missing his boyfriend would probably be considered odd. Maybe he should just stick to wearing Josh's shirts.
Once he had the conditioner in Josh's hair, he massaged his partner's scalp and the back of his neck while he waited for the mixture to soak in for a few minutes. Then he got the cup back out and gently rinsed it all out.
Josh was almost asleep against his leg. Gris smiled down at his boyfriend and gently stroked his shoulder. He bent over him and gave him a kiss on the head. "Its time to head to bed, Love.†Gris murmured in a soft voice. He eased out from behind Josh. Standing, he wrapped the towel around his waist and then bent down to let the water out of the tub.
Giving his hand to Josh, he helped his nicely relaxed partner stand up. Gris picked up another towel but instead of giving it to Josh, he used it to dry his lover off. Josh had gotten to touch him quite a lot over the last few hours; now he got to focus his attention on his partner's beautiful body. He glided the towel over every glistening wet inch of Josh, placing kisses onto dry skin before moving on to the next place.
Once he was done, he led Josh into the bedroom and up onto the bed. He climbed up after him and leaned over to the nightstand. A quick look found one of his massage oils in the exact place they kept a bottle at home. He smiled at his partner's organization and returned to him.
Gris straddled Josh's waist and bent down over his back. Pouring some of the oil into his hands, he rubbed them together to warm it up. Then he started on Josh's back in earnest. The muscles were already loose and relaxed from the soak in the tub; he completed that process with a nice relaxing massage designed to ease any spots that might still hold some tension. Long sweeping strokes were interspersed with gentle kneading and circling motions with his thumbs. He then moved to Josh's arms and then went lower working his way down until he had gotten all the way to Josh's feet.
"Do you feel better?†Gris gently rolled Josh over onto his back and kissed him tenderly. With the remaining oil from his last application left on his hands, he ran his hands over Josh's chest, collarbones and sides. "Anything that needs special attention? Normally that would be innuendo, even if he was asking the question sincerely, but in this case it was almost entirely sincere. A small part of him did entertain the innuendo for at least a brief moment; with Josh naked on a bed he couldn't help but think it.
He focused on washing Josh's hair and then using the conditioner he had made for it. Gris had made Josh his own special blend with Josh's favorite scents plus other ingredients best for his partner's hair type. Having his own hair smell like Josh's blend was actually kind of nice; perhaps he would make another batch for his hair type but see if he couldn't get it to smell the same as Josh's. Or he could just use Josh's shampoo and conditioner, like tonight.
Sniffing his hair in court when he was missing his boyfriend would probably be considered odd. Maybe he should just stick to wearing Josh's shirts.
Once he had the conditioner in Josh's hair, he massaged his partner's scalp and the back of his neck while he waited for the mixture to soak in for a few minutes. Then he got the cup back out and gently rinsed it all out.
Josh was almost asleep against his leg. Gris smiled down at his boyfriend and gently stroked his shoulder. He bent over him and gave him a kiss on the head. "Its time to head to bed, Love.†Gris murmured in a soft voice. He eased out from behind Josh. Standing, he wrapped the towel around his waist and then bent down to let the water out of the tub.
Giving his hand to Josh, he helped his nicely relaxed partner stand up. Gris picked up another towel but instead of giving it to Josh, he used it to dry his lover off. Josh had gotten to touch him quite a lot over the last few hours; now he got to focus his attention on his partner's beautiful body. He glided the towel over every glistening wet inch of Josh, placing kisses onto dry skin before moving on to the next place.
Once he was done, he led Josh into the bedroom and up onto the bed. He climbed up after him and leaned over to the nightstand. A quick look found one of his massage oils in the exact place they kept a bottle at home. He smiled at his partner's organization and returned to him.
Gris straddled Josh's waist and bent down over his back. Pouring some of the oil into his hands, he rubbed them together to warm it up. Then he started on Josh's back in earnest. The muscles were already loose and relaxed from the soak in the tub; he completed that process with a nice relaxing massage designed to ease any spots that might still hold some tension. Long sweeping strokes were interspersed with gentle kneading and circling motions with his thumbs. He then moved to Josh's arms and then went lower working his way down until he had gotten all the way to Josh's feet.
"Do you feel better?†Gris gently rolled Josh over onto his back and kissed him tenderly. With the remaining oil from his last application left on his hands, he ran his hands over Josh's chest, collarbones and sides. "Anything that needs special attention? Normally that would be innuendo, even if he was asking the question sincerely, but in this case it was almost entirely sincere. A small part of him did entertain the innuendo for at least a brief moment; with Josh naked on a bed he couldn't help but think it.
Joshua Wesson
11 years ago
"Bed sounds good," Josh said, rousing himself when Gris said it was time. He slipped his hand into Gris's and stood, smiling as his boyfriend dried him himself, kissing him as he went. Josh gave a long sigh of contentment. Gris's lips on his skin made him half-hard, but his body was so sated that that was as far as it went, a nod to the fact that Gris could fill him with desire even as spent and drained as he was.
Once in bed, Josh folded his arms and used them to pillow his head. Gris's hands were on his back and he had to struggle not to fall asleep during the ensuing massage, which for all he knew took just as long as their lovemaking had. Any other night he might have let himself go and drifted off, but not this night. He wanted to feel every second of Gris's hands on him and enjoy every moment. His lover's attentions were met with soft moans and sighs and expressions of enthusiasm.
He moved his arms when Gris needed to access them and turned his head to keep an eye on his lover when he could. Gris was gorgeous no matter what he was doing, even intent on rubbing any sign of tension out of Josh's body. His lips curled up in one of those soft smiles that were meant only for Gris, and when his boyfriend asked him if he felt better and needed any special attention Josh chuckled softly.
"I feel amazing. Thank you," he said with total honesty, rolling onto his back when prompted, capturing Gris's hands in his own when they were no longer rubbing at his muscles. "All I need is you, love."
His body had given Gris a little response at the suggestive words but, again, it was like a token response for the man who seemed to be able to do anything to Josh anywhere. He really needed nothing except to feel Gris's strong body against him.
"How about you? Can I do anything else for you tonight?"
He held his arms out to Gris, indicating that he wanted to hold him. Josh also reached out and tugged the other pillow on the bed closer so there was no doubt he wanted Gris sleeping right against him. They could probably just share the same pillow but he wanted to make himself clear.
"I just want to wrap myself around you and sleep," he murmured. Wanted to drift away while running his hands gently over Gris's side. Wake up slowly with him, maybe make love gently before they went about their day. That was what Josh wanted. More of Gris.
Once in bed, Josh folded his arms and used them to pillow his head. Gris's hands were on his back and he had to struggle not to fall asleep during the ensuing massage, which for all he knew took just as long as their lovemaking had. Any other night he might have let himself go and drifted off, but not this night. He wanted to feel every second of Gris's hands on him and enjoy every moment. His lover's attentions were met with soft moans and sighs and expressions of enthusiasm.
He moved his arms when Gris needed to access them and turned his head to keep an eye on his lover when he could. Gris was gorgeous no matter what he was doing, even intent on rubbing any sign of tension out of Josh's body. His lips curled up in one of those soft smiles that were meant only for Gris, and when his boyfriend asked him if he felt better and needed any special attention Josh chuckled softly.
"I feel amazing. Thank you," he said with total honesty, rolling onto his back when prompted, capturing Gris's hands in his own when they were no longer rubbing at his muscles. "All I need is you, love."
His body had given Gris a little response at the suggestive words but, again, it was like a token response for the man who seemed to be able to do anything to Josh anywhere. He really needed nothing except to feel Gris's strong body against him.
"How about you? Can I do anything else for you tonight?"
He held his arms out to Gris, indicating that he wanted to hold him. Josh also reached out and tugged the other pillow on the bed closer so there was no doubt he wanted Gris sleeping right against him. They could probably just share the same pillow but he wanted to make himself clear.
"I just want to wrap myself around you and sleep," he murmured. Wanted to drift away while running his hands gently over Gris's side. Wake up slowly with him, maybe make love gently before they went about their day. That was what Josh wanted. More of Gris.