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luvxanderTitle: I Know How Forever Feels
Author: CJ/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
luvxander
Rating: Adult
Notes: Thanks to AJ,angeljade for her enthusiastic encouragement.
Notes the second: This is completely unbeta'd. Please don't flame me.
His first awareness was of moisture, just a bit, on the lower part of his back. It wasn’t enough to bring him up to full consciousness, but it was something that nagged at the back of his mind. Instinctively, he reached out across the bed, searching for the presence he’d become used to, only to encounter empty space. That woke him.
It was then that he could place the origin of the wet feeling. A small point of moisture, weaving intricate designs on the flesh of his back. He half turned his head, his eyes still opened, and made a questioning noise, not quite a word.
“Shhhh,” a slow, lazy sound and breath ghosting across the moist flesh caused the muscles of his back to clench, drawing a small cry from his lips. The muscles released, one by one, leaving him limp and relaxed.
A tiny amount of pressure and the moisture was back, the tip of a tongue making its way up the center of his spine, carving words written in languages lost to man eons ago. He tried once more to move, but was once again thwarted as light touches began to work on his shoulders.
The drawing reached his shoulders, fanning out and giving him wings. He became an angel, the gift of divinity bestowed by the worship of his flesh. Sensations in his lower body drifted back to his awareness and he felt the hard flesh throbbing against his thighs. There was moisture there too. Different, yet just as welcome.
His legs spread apart as if they had a mind of their own, he wouldn’t have been able to control them if he’d wanted to. The hands left his shoulders, fingers touching and caressing their way down his sides, sending melodies of pleasure singing throughout his body.
He knew the moment everything changed almost before it happened. The touches became rougher, the tantalizing touch of tongue became the nip of teeth as they reached his shoulders and dug into the meat. Giving became taking, then taking became sharing. The throbbing hardness moved from his thighs, sliding up to press against the home already prepared for it.
Slowly, the pressure increased. Uncountable ages passed as the pleasure grew to limits nearly too great to stand until finally, they were connected. Two beings joined into one. A slight adjustment of angle, a single flare of pleasure/pain sparking through his brain, and this new being was lost in the center of a galaxy of stars.
Reality was a crashing wave that hit as the body of his lover fell on him. It wasn’t until now that he realized that, other than fingers, tongue, and cock, the two hadn’t touched at all. But now he had this full weight on him, covering his body like a warm blanket. And then words came, intruding into the silence they’d built around them.
“Good morning.”
Small, lazy kisses traced across his jaw and hands moved to clutch at his chest. And he became aware of the hard length still pressed inside him. He began to make a comment about it, but was silenced by a chaste kiss upon his lips.
“Don’t worry, the day’s only just begun.”
Author: CJ/
luvxanderRating: Adult
Notes: Thanks to AJ,
angeljade for her enthusiastic encouragement.Notes the second: This is completely unbeta'd. Please don't flame me.
His first awareness was of moisture, just a bit, on the lower part of his back. It wasn’t enough to bring him up to full consciousness, but it was something that nagged at the back of his mind. Instinctively, he reached out across the bed, searching for the presence he’d become used to, only to encounter empty space. That woke him.
It was then that he could place the origin of the wet feeling. A small point of moisture, weaving intricate designs on the flesh of his back. He half turned his head, his eyes still opened, and made a questioning noise, not quite a word.
“Shhhh,” a slow, lazy sound and breath ghosting across the moist flesh caused the muscles of his back to clench, drawing a small cry from his lips. The muscles released, one by one, leaving him limp and relaxed.
A tiny amount of pressure and the moisture was back, the tip of a tongue making its way up the center of his spine, carving words written in languages lost to man eons ago. He tried once more to move, but was once again thwarted as light touches began to work on his shoulders.
The drawing reached his shoulders, fanning out and giving him wings. He became an angel, the gift of divinity bestowed by the worship of his flesh. Sensations in his lower body drifted back to his awareness and he felt the hard flesh throbbing against his thighs. There was moisture there too. Different, yet just as welcome.
His legs spread apart as if they had a mind of their own, he wouldn’t have been able to control them if he’d wanted to. The hands left his shoulders, fingers touching and caressing their way down his sides, sending melodies of pleasure singing throughout his body.
He knew the moment everything changed almost before it happened. The touches became rougher, the tantalizing touch of tongue became the nip of teeth as they reached his shoulders and dug into the meat. Giving became taking, then taking became sharing. The throbbing hardness moved from his thighs, sliding up to press against the home already prepared for it.
Slowly, the pressure increased. Uncountable ages passed as the pleasure grew to limits nearly too great to stand until finally, they were connected. Two beings joined into one. A slight adjustment of angle, a single flare of pleasure/pain sparking through his brain, and this new being was lost in the center of a galaxy of stars.
Reality was a crashing wave that hit as the body of his lover fell on him. It wasn’t until now that he realized that, other than fingers, tongue, and cock, the two hadn’t touched at all. But now he had this full weight on him, covering his body like a warm blanket. And then words came, intruding into the silence they’d built around them.
“Good morning.”
Small, lazy kisses traced across his jaw and hands moved to clutch at his chest. And he became aware of the hard length still pressed inside him. He began to make a comment about it, but was silenced by a chaste kiss upon his lips.
“Don’t worry, the day’s only just begun.”
