Of Monogamy And Vanilla Massage Oil
[ Warning, NC-17 content...as if you didn't know that already!]
Bean: *Walking down the hotel corridor with you following faithfully behind me, I rummage around in my pockets for my card key, willing myself to be patient. Finally I find it buried deep in my jeans pocket, and I slide it through, opening the door as the light turns green.* That was some party...although I have to admit I'm glad we're finally here. *Turning around to face you, I tilt my head with a smile, not sure whether to turn on the lights as I toy with the idea of kissing you in the dark*
Karl: Yeah . .. *It's about the only word I'm capable of at the moment; I've been longing for this moment for the entire day; the party is over, Orli and Craig looked happy, and my biggest task is done. I feel like laying back and being pampered this time. When you turn around to face me, I smile and step forward to rub against your bare chest--shirt on but not buttoned--lips grazing your throat.* It was a great party--but I'm glad it's over. Now I have you to myself. *I nuzzle your throat.*
Bean: *Letting out a breath as your lips latch onto my throat, I arch my head up, exposing my neck to you* Me too. I couldn't take me eyes off you at the party. Just.....wanted you there and then. *Running my hands up and down your back, I notice how your shoulders are a little tense, and I run my fingers through your hair, stroking the dark strands lovingly* I know you promised me a back massage just now, but I reckon -you- need one now.
Karl: *I nod, sighing, eyes closing at the pleasant feel of your hands through my hair.* I'll give you a massage sometime--but maybe not tonight. Yes, please; I'd really like one. *Through half-closed lids, I look at you, then mold our lips together to give you a deep needy kiss.* I couldn't take my eyes off you either. I was ready to pull the jeans off your legs when you removed your shirt! I think I upset poor Craig, leaving him!
Bean: *Pulling apart from our kiss for breath, I lick at your kiss-bruised lips with a devious smile, running my hands gently over your back in a preview of what's to come* Craig and Orli more than made up for it anyway later on. But here we are now, and you don't have to wait any longer to pull my jeans off. *Chuckling, I nudge you inside the suite as I kick the door closed* Now, if you want your massage, be a good little Rohirrim and make yourself comfortable on the bed when I go grab the massage oil I brought.
Karl: *I smirk--good little Rohirrim?! Gonna blow your horn of Gondor for that one later, but meanwhile, the massage sounds good, and I like being ordered about anyways, so I pull off my shirt and lie back on the bed, watching you go after the oil, flicking on a low bedside lamp to enjoy the sight of your ruddy skin, your arse as you turn around.*
Bean: *I dig around in my bag, glad that one of my friends had passed it to me as a belated birthday gift before I left, and I smile as I finally find the bottle of vanilla-scented massage oil, screwing the top off and taking a whiff of its pleasant smell.* I've finally found it, it was- *I swallow as I turn around and see you spread out on the bed in nothing but your trousers, achingly beautiful in the warm yellow glow of the bedside lamp* I um. Er, found it. *I hold up the bottle, smiling weakly, eyes still fixed on you admiringly*
Karl: *I smile lazily--massage oil, well who'd a thunk it? More surprises everyday, I have to say.* Good. * My voice is low and raspy--thanks to talking over the music in the party.* You want me on my stomach then?
Bean: *I nod, shivering at the sound of your voice all low and husky, being incapable of speech myself. As you turn over on your stomach and stretch yourself out, waiting for me, I hurriedly pull off my already unbuttoned shirt, flinging it into some dark corner. The bed dips as I kneel down on it, slowly shifting over. As I move up your legs, I give your thigh a tight squeeze as I straddle your waist, looking down at the vast expanse of your back before me and tipping massage oil into my hand*
Karl: *My head is to the side, my eyes closed as I feel the bed dip, then the weight of you on my arse, straddling me, and I give a very soft groan, feeling myself harden in response, My arms are relaxed at my sides; I shake my head to try to get the hair off my shoulders, and shift my hips a little to get comfortable from where I'm being pressed into the bed. I get a scent of vanilla and chuckle* Mm. Smells delicious.
Bean: *My breathing rather ragged as I slick my hands together, I'm sure you can feel my erection rubbing against your arse and I chuckle, letting my hands smooth over your back as they slick the oil around, relishing the feel of your skin before reminding myself that this massage is for your benefit and not mine. I get to work as I try to concentrate, moving my hands up to your shoulder blades and letting them warm the massage oil* And you know what my mate told me about this massage oil? That it's edible.
Karl: *I chuckle deep in my throat, liking the sound of that.* We'll send your mate a thank you card. *I smile and just enjoy the touch over my skin, letting the heat build, not trying to do much of anything at the moment. Your hands feel absolutely wonderful.*
Bean: *Concentrating as you relax in my hands, I rub at the knots right below your neck, feeling the tension melt away at my kneading hands. I spread out to your shoulder blades, running my fingers over the beautiful, tanned skin and I can't help bending down and placing a kiss, letting my tongue lap at the massage oil as I do so.* Oh Christ, this stuff tastes fantastic. I feel like I'm eating melted vanilla ice-cream. *I let my tongue trail up to your neck, whispering in your ear* And it tastes even better when it's mingled with the taste of you.
Karl: *I relax into the massage, letting myself drift--until I feel your lips, your tongue; a shudder moves through me, sensation rippling out from that spot. I hold my breath as I feel your tongue travel up my neck and groan, shifting my hips under you again--this time to rub my erection against the mattress.* Sean . . . * My voice sounds pleading, though I'm not sure what I'm pleading for yet.*
Bean: *The sound of you pleading for me only drives me crazy with want, and I force myself to remember the massage and the fact that you need rest, but my body doesn't want to listen to my brain and I end up grinding my hips against yours into the mattress. I kiss the shell of your ear, my voice low and guttural in your ear* Yes, Karl? What do you want? I'm here at your.....bidding.
Karl: *I suck in a deep breath, arching to rub up against you.* Well I like feeling your mouth. *And this next one is a hard one for me to ask for--but I've been wanting it for a while.* But what I'd really like you to do . . . is fuck me. I want to feel you. I /need/ to feel you. *I writhe a little with that need, which only seems to be burning hotter and hotter each minute.*
Bean: *I raise my eyebrows at your request....I know that you're more used to being a top, and it must have been difficult for you to ask this of me. My breath hitches as you writhe under me, between my legs, and I can't help purring as I stroke your hair with one hand, letting the other draw lazy circles on your back, heading south towards the waistband on your trousers* I- I'd love to do that, Karl. To take you, to claim you. To make you mine. *I breathe over the back of your neck, nuzzling into the crook of it* Would love to fuck you through the mattress.
Karl: *I hiss, bucking up, grabbing your hand to the button of my jeans, sliding your hand down over my erection then back to the fastenings.* Yess. Do it, then. Fuck me through the mattress. *I glare back at you, in challenge, but also in need--I know fully well that this /does/ make me yours. And that's exactly why I want it.*
Bean: *With blood pounding in my ears at your request -no, your demand-, I reach in front and unbutton your jeans, sliding the coarse material over your hips along with your boxers and flinging them in the same direction as my shirt. I make a sound of frustration as I kneel momentarily to get my own jeans off, then settle back on you, straddling you tighter between my thighs now* Karl....Karl Karl Karl, you just make a bloke crazy with want. *I chuckle, tipping more oil into my hands, slicking them and then rubbing them smoothly over your arse, almost unable to control myself*
Karl: *I raise up my head to look back at you, smiling as you say my name; for some reason it feels different this time; I've had plenty call my name, but it never meant anything to me. It was just a sweet gesture. But this time there's almost a little hitch in my heartbeat every time you say it, and this ridiculous giddy feeling that totally fills me--Orli was right; I /do/ have it bad. And it feels very very good. I make only one noise as I feel your fingers on my arse, slippery with oil:* Mmmmmmm . . . . *God do I have ideas for that oil later*
Bean: *Concentrating as I tip a little more oil onto your back, I slide my fingers down, seeking your opening and once I find it, I can't help releasing a low moan at how tight you are, slicking a finger in to the second knuckle, gently preparing you and going as slow as I can without driving the both of us crazy* Oh....you're so tight....fuck. So...beautiful....*I stroke your back with my other hand, leaning down to taste the warm oil on your back as I slide my finger in and out*
Karl: *I moan low and deep at the intrusion, half of me wanting to beg you to just prepare me quickly and then /ram/ into me, fuck it! But that's not really what I want despite the urgent call of my body. No, what I want is exactly what you're doing, and it's driving me insane, my fists clutching at the pillow, my head bowed. I concentrate on breathing slowly and steadily, on the throbbing heat of my cock and how unbelievably good it feels to have your fingers sliding in and out of me. I'm so lost in that sensation that I buck in surprise and choke back a cry when I feel your tongue on my back again--Christ; don't you know what that /does/ to me?* Sean . . .hurry . . . want you so badly . . .
Bean: *Sighing as I hear your plea, I slide a third finger in, wondering if you could possibly feel even better than this, and I start kissing the inside of your thighs with a murmur* Patience, Karl, is a virtue.....However, I'm not particularly feeling virtuous right now. *Chuckling, I slide my fingers out and pick up the bottle again, tipping my oil into my hands and stroking my erection, slicking it with the warm oil, and I kneel behind you, positioning my cock at your entrance as I whisper into your ear* You ready, luv?
Karl: *I bite my lip at the third finger--because you don't exactly have small fingers, but I'm at the point where everything does indeed feel incredible, and the slight pain only makes the pleasure sharper. I want to make a crack at your words, but then you're pulling our your fingers and moving up behind me and I'm rising up to all fours ready to receive, heaving that bloody delicious voice purr into my ear again.* Oh yes. Very ready. *I feel your cock brushing against the sensitive flesh at the opening and realise--no condom. Oh yes--one of the benefits of monogamy. God; how long has it been . . . . ? A shiver goes through me in anticipation. God this is going to be even better than I'd imagined.*
Bean: *Taking a deep breath, I push forward as the head sinks into the opening, letting out a gasp at how incredible you feel, forcing myself not to thrust in too fast and give you time to adjust. I moan into your hair, smelling your sweat and your cologne, dizzy with want* Oh Karl....you're so right...*I blink for a bit..I had meant to say 'tight' but it came out sounding different, and I decide I like it much better anyway, pushing forward into you as slowly as I can, letting you adjust to my width* Karl....oh God....
Karl: *I groan, part in pain, part in pleasure as I feel the burn, the stretch, pushing and breathing past the clench to accept you, deeper where I most desperately want you. I hadn't forgotten your size; I'd just not really concentrated on how it would feel. But oh, God, how I want this; it isn't long at all before things are relaxing a little letting you in deeper and all I can do is tilt my chin up, my hands fisting in the covers as I let out a long* Ahhhhhhhh--God! Sean--god--yes!
Bean: *Stilling for a while and forcing myself not to thrust yet, I kiss all over the shell of your ear, sure that you can hear my ragged breathing, ragged because of you and this -incredible- tight feeling, and I moan shakily, hoping I don't lost control* Tell me....if it hurts. Please. *Darting out a tongue, I lick a trail down your ear, relishing the taste of your sweat* Don't...wanna hurt you.
Karl: *I whimper when you stop--the last thing in the world I want right now is you stopping--need more, and need it now. I reach a hand back to your leg, nails digging in a little, my voice ragged.* Sean . . . don't worry--'bout hurt. Hurt is sometimes /good/. *I'll have to explain it to you more when I'm capable of speech--the fact I actually get off a little on pain. And hope that doesn't upset you.*
Bean: *I wince as your nails dig into my leg, leaving half-moon crescents that look oddly alluring.* Hurt is sometimes good, Karl? What are you on about? Okay, you know what? I think we can leave this for later. *I finally allow myself to start moving, moaning loudly at the incredible sensation, the slick, slick feeling of the massage oil, your sweat and my sweat combined, and I groan as I pick up my thrusts, lost in the deep, wonderful sensation of you*
Karl: *Finally you start moving and I nod, happy you decided to leave my little kinky side out of it because hell, I'm not in the mood for going into it right now. Want only to feel you, to be filled again and again, and when you begin doing that, it's all I can do not to thrust back hard at you, to take charge almost, because I'm so used to doing that. But I make myself hold still, waiting for each thrust, melting under them, letting my pleasure fall and break over me like waves. I'm dimly aware of making little plaintive noises in the back of my throat--whimpers more than moans, and I want to stop that because it doesn't sound particularly manly, but I just can't help it. It's that good.*
Bean: *The tiny little sounds you're making at the back of your throat are so unbelievably hot, and I bring down an oil-slicked hand to wrap around your own straining erection, kissing and sucking at the nape of your neck before purring into your ear* Come on, luv. Don't hold back. Moan for me. *My thrusts are coming harder and faster now, in an effort to get you to be more vocal, my hips slamming against yours in this primitive, carnal dance* Come on....let me know you're mine....
Karl: *My mouth falls open as you take my cock in hand and stroke it, so fucking slick and hot, and that's it; whatever control I had is lost as I begin bucking back hard at you, my breath sobbing in my lungs, crying out softly at each sweet plunge. I can feel the warning in the base of my spine, the tightening in my balls, then with a guttural cry I'm coming into your hand, spilling out onto the bedspread, hips jerking and trembling as I drown in sensation.* Oh Sean, Sean... *I say brokenly as I come down, just liking the sound on my lips, still in a haze of pleasure.*
Bean: *The smell of everything is just too much for me to take...the tingling smell of sex, sweat, the vanilla oil, and as I bury my nose in your hair, I breathe in the best scent of all, which is you, and I press a kiss fiercely into your hair as I feel you lose it, crying out my name, and it is so electrifying that it is not long before I tumble over the edge and drive into you with one final thrust, spilling hotly into you as I growl your name, low and feeling like it -belongs-. I shudder as I try to recover from the intensity of my orgasm, possibly one of the best I have ever experienced.* Karl, Karl.....*I shower your shoulders and neck with kisses, not seeming to get enough of your name* Karl....
Karl: *I breathe hard, still feeling pulses from you--and me--our bodies sliding together with the combination of oil and sweat as I lower myself onto my stomach, collapsing finally, utterly and totally sated.* Oh God, yes, Sean. That was . . . *there aren't even words.* . . .Incredible.
Bean: *Collapsing beside you, I somehow find the energy to grin, taking your hand in mine and intertwining our fingers together* I know. That was really....bloody 'ell. Never felt anything like it. *Tangling my legs in yours, I drape my other arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead* I'm an incredibly lucky bloke.
Karl: *I smile, absolutely touched by your sweetness, and pull you in for a goodnight kiss--well, a rather deep passionate one, anyway.* Oh I think I am. *I squeeze your fingers and let my eyes close, knowing sleep will come quickly this night, despite my wanting to lie here and enjoy this, just the touch of skin to skin.*