Jon/Desmond - Evening after
As the last vestiges of the sun's rays fled below the horizon Desmond's body started to slowly wake from his death like slumber. As the synapses began to fire, he became aware of one very important change in his morning routine. Jon. A sleepy smile was impossible to repress. His eyes remained closed as he pressed his nose into his lover's hair and breathed in his scent. His lover. His Jon. He could finally call Jon his lover... couldn't he? Probably not, but it wouldn't stop his internal voice from using the moniker preemptively.
Even before he was fully awake Jon could feel Desmond's thoughts. Without opening his eyes he grinned and reached back to stroke his fingertips down Des's nose. "I like the sound of lover," he whispered.
"MMmm," his tongue reached out of its own accord to catch the tip of Jon's finger. "I didn't want to be presumptuous."
"I don't mind," Jon whispered. "I've never had someone call me that before, but I like how it sounds."
"Never?" Des pulled his face far enough away to look into Jon's eyes. He found that to be pretty unbelievable. Jon was just... he was temptation personified, his very own apple on the tree of good and evil.
"Hey, I'm not saying I don't do stuff," Jon grinned and gave Desmond's beard a tug. "But never like this... never when it really means something to me."
"So I mean something then?" smile on his lips from Jon's antics but his voice serious.
"Well yeah," Jon said and rolled his eyes. He wasn't used to this kind of relationship and wasn't sure what to say. "You... I mean I love my mates, but this is different."
"Glad it's different," Desmond was certain that he was flashing a dimple at Jon as he smiled. "I really like you Jon, and I'm glad to be able to call you my lover."
"Good," Jon laughed and wiggled skin to skin against Desmond. "So... ah, will we stay here a while or do you need to feed?"
"I know you are not hungry," Des replied playfully, pulling Jon's lithe body into his. Truth be told, Des didn't want to leave the comfort of his bed, of this embrace.
Not hungry for blood, Jon thought and gave Desmond's lips a nibble. He couldn't believe how right it felt pressed up against this man.
"I take it this means you want to stay in," he muttered against Jon's pout before kissing the other vamp.
"If you don't mind," Jon murmurmed, his hands starting to explore the pale skin against his. "But we can stop any time you need to."
"You are good to me," Des panted, entirely distracted by the play of Jon's hands across his body. Jon was so patient with him through this whole process, hopefully he would make it worth the wait.
You're worth it, Jon sent the message silently and still blushed as much as a Vampire could.
"Trying to butter me up?" Desmond's hands traveled aimlessly back and forth, up and down, all across Jon's back.
Jon chuckled... "Not quite what I'm doing." His lips touched Desmond's and he moaned against them. His body was responding rapidly to their touches and he knew he's need to leave the bed soon before he got too carried away.
"Then what are you doing, Jon?" Des hooked one of his legs around Jon's, wanting to keep the vampire close.
"Being honest," Jon smiled against Desmond's lips. Not something I'm used to being.
Huffing a little laugh, Desmond's arms tightened around the other vamp. He took a deep inhale, smiling at his lover's unique scent. "This is nice."
"Can I do something for you that's even nicer?" Jon asked running his tongue over his bottom lip.
"I suppose I shouldn't discourage nice behavior," Desmond smiled, though was still confused as to Jon's intent.
With a cheeky grin Jon shuffled down the bed leaving kisses on the way until he reached the flat of Desmond's belly. He stopped and looked up as if to check Des was okay then continued down.
As Jon shifted and moved down his own body, realization dawned on Desmond. He smiled at his lover, fingers tangling in the sheets beside him to keep himself from stopping.
Jon nuzzled Desmond breathing in his scent before gently kissing the base of his thickening cock. He glanced up again, watching Des through his eyelashes as his tongue slowly followed the prominent vein to the head.
His breath was coming in pants as his eyes remained locked on Jon's movements.
Taking his time, Jon licked and kissed the silky flesh; his fingers seeking out the tightening balls and rolling them gently. This okay? Can I do more?
"...Please..." one hand released to cup Jon's smooth cheek. His mind was clear of anything that didn't involve Jon's manipulations of his body.
Carefully Jon kissed the tip of the head then slid his lips down to cover it. Like this? He eased off then repeated it taking more in.
"Yes......" Desmond hissed through gritted teeth.
Jon closed his eyes and 'felt' for Des only to be flooded by warmth and desire. He gave an appreciated hum and matched the movements of his mouth with a gentle stroke of his hand wanting this to be as good as he could make it for Desmond.
"Damnit Jon... thats... you're..." It was almost like his passion for the other vampire was being bounced back at him for a double dose. It was more than one man could take. It felt amazing... better than that, it felt right.
The words washed over Jon and his own need escalated. He squeezed his thighs together and concentrated on meshing their thoughts while he added his tongue to his ministrations. You can come Des... come in my mouth...
"Jon!" Desmond practically screamed his lover's name as he came. He could feel his lover all around him, like a protective force.
Jon swallowed determined not to let any of Desmond's come escape his lips. His hand slid up over Des's belly to his chest caressing as soothing him through each muscle spasm.
Desmond ran his hands through Jon's hair as his senses returned from their post orgasmic haze.
Crawling back up the bed Jon closed his mouth over Desmond's while dragging his fingers down to his aching cock.
His tongue slipped in between Jon's teeth, tasting himself on his lover's tongue. Desmond's reached for Jon's cock, swatting the other vamp's hand away before gripping the firm flesh himself.
"Oh yeah," Jon gasped into the kiss and thrust into Desmond's hand.
Fingers tightened briefly around his lover's shaft, and Des whispered tenatively, "I hope this is ok... I have no fucking idea what I am doing..." Even as he spoke, his hand began to travel up and down Jon's cock.
"Just keep doing that," Jon gasped pushing into the hand. His hand clutched at Des, fingers flexing in time with the roll of his hips. "Oh god... yes." Jon tensed and shuddered, his come coating Des's hand.
Desmond sustained his pace until Jon's body stopped shaking. Internally, he was beaming. He had been intimate with another man and he had not been struck down, the world had not shifted from its axis or come to an end. In fact, his world was pretty damn great right now. Curiosity tickled at the back of Desmond's mind, and he moved his semen covered fingers to his own lips. Catching Jon's eyes, Desmond flicked his tongue out to catch a taste of the other vamp's essence and moaned in pleasure.
As the last vestiges of the sun's rays fled below the horizon Desmond's body started to slowly wake from his death like slumber. As the synapses began to fire, he became aware of one very important change in his morning routine. Jon. A sleepy smile was impossible to repress. His eyes remained closed as he pressed his nose into his lover's hair and breathed in his scent. His lover. His Jon. He could finally call Jon his lover... couldn't he? Probably not, but it wouldn't stop his internal voice from using the moniker preemptively.
Even before he was fully awake Jon could feel Desmond's thoughts. Without opening his eyes he grinned and reached back to stroke his fingertips down Des's nose. "I like the sound of lover," he whispered.
"MMmm," his tongue reached out of its own accord to catch the tip of Jon's finger. "I didn't want to be presumptuous."
"I don't mind," Jon whispered. "I've never had someone call me that before, but I like how it sounds."
"Never?" Des pulled his face far enough away to look into Jon's eyes. He found that to be pretty unbelievable. Jon was just... he was temptation personified, his very own apple on the tree of good and evil.
"Hey, I'm not saying I don't do stuff," Jon grinned and gave Desmond's beard a tug. "But never like this... never when it really means something to me."
"So I mean something then?" smile on his lips from Jon's antics but his voice serious.
"Well yeah," Jon said and rolled his eyes. He wasn't used to this kind of relationship and wasn't sure what to say. "You... I mean I love my mates, but this is different."
"Glad it's different," Desmond was certain that he was flashing a dimple at Jon as he smiled. "I really like you Jon, and I'm glad to be able to call you my lover."
"Good," Jon laughed and wiggled skin to skin against Desmond. "So... ah, will we stay here a while or do you need to feed?"
"I know you are not hungry," Des replied playfully, pulling Jon's lithe body into his. Truth be told, Des didn't want to leave the comfort of his bed, of this embrace.
Not hungry for blood, Jon thought and gave Desmond's lips a nibble. He couldn't believe how right it felt pressed up against this man.
"I take it this means you want to stay in," he muttered against Jon's pout before kissing the other vamp.
"If you don't mind," Jon murmurmed, his hands starting to explore the pale skin against his. "But we can stop any time you need to."
"You are good to me," Des panted, entirely distracted by the play of Jon's hands across his body. Jon was so patient with him through this whole process, hopefully he would make it worth the wait.
You're worth it, Jon sent the message silently and still blushed as much as a Vampire could.
"Trying to butter me up?" Desmond's hands traveled aimlessly back and forth, up and down, all across Jon's back.
Jon chuckled... "Not quite what I'm doing." His lips touched Desmond's and he moaned against them. His body was responding rapidly to their touches and he knew he's need to leave the bed soon before he got too carried away.
"Then what are you doing, Jon?" Des hooked one of his legs around Jon's, wanting to keep the vampire close.
"Being honest," Jon smiled against Desmond's lips. Not something I'm used to being.
Huffing a little laugh, Desmond's arms tightened around the other vamp. He took a deep inhale, smiling at his lover's unique scent. "This is nice."
"Can I do something for you that's even nicer?" Jon asked running his tongue over his bottom lip.
"I suppose I shouldn't discourage nice behavior," Desmond smiled, though was still confused as to Jon's intent.
With a cheeky grin Jon shuffled down the bed leaving kisses on the way until he reached the flat of Desmond's belly. He stopped and looked up as if to check Des was okay then continued down.
As Jon shifted and moved down his own body, realization dawned on Desmond. He smiled at his lover, fingers tangling in the sheets beside him to keep himself from stopping.
Jon nuzzled Desmond breathing in his scent before gently kissing the base of his thickening cock. He glanced up again, watching Des through his eyelashes as his tongue slowly followed the prominent vein to the head.
His breath was coming in pants as his eyes remained locked on Jon's movements.
Taking his time, Jon licked and kissed the silky flesh; his fingers seeking out the tightening balls and rolling them gently. This okay? Can I do more?
"...Please..." one hand released to cup Jon's smooth cheek. His mind was clear of anything that didn't involve Jon's manipulations of his body.
Carefully Jon kissed the tip of the head then slid his lips down to cover it. Like this? He eased off then repeated it taking more in.
"Yes......" Desmond hissed through gritted teeth.
Jon closed his eyes and 'felt' for Des only to be flooded by warmth and desire. He gave an appreciated hum and matched the movements of his mouth with a gentle stroke of his hand wanting this to be as good as he could make it for Desmond.
"Damnit Jon... thats... you're..." It was almost like his passion for the other vampire was being bounced back at him for a double dose. It was more than one man could take. It felt amazing... better than that, it felt right.
The words washed over Jon and his own need escalated. He squeezed his thighs together and concentrated on meshing their thoughts while he added his tongue to his ministrations. You can come Des... come in my mouth...
"Jon!" Desmond practically screamed his lover's name as he came. He could feel his lover all around him, like a protective force.
Jon swallowed determined not to let any of Desmond's come escape his lips. His hand slid up over Des's belly to his chest caressing as soothing him through each muscle spasm.
Desmond ran his hands through Jon's hair as his senses returned from their post orgasmic haze.
Crawling back up the bed Jon closed his mouth over Desmond's while dragging his fingers down to his aching cock.
His tongue slipped in between Jon's teeth, tasting himself on his lover's tongue. Desmond's reached for Jon's cock, swatting the other vamp's hand away before gripping the firm flesh himself.
"Oh yeah," Jon gasped into the kiss and thrust into Desmond's hand.
Fingers tightened briefly around his lover's shaft, and Des whispered tenatively, "I hope this is ok... I have no fucking idea what I am doing..." Even as he spoke, his hand began to travel up and down Jon's cock.
"Just keep doing that," Jon gasped pushing into the hand. His hand clutched at Des, fingers flexing in time with the roll of his hips. "Oh god... yes." Jon tensed and shuddered, his come coating Des's hand.
Desmond sustained his pace until Jon's body stopped shaking. Internally, he was beaming. He had been intimate with another man and he had not been struck down, the world had not shifted from its axis or come to an end. In fact, his world was pretty damn great right now. Curiosity tickled at the back of Desmond's mind, and he moved his semen covered fingers to his own lips. Catching Jon's eyes, Desmond flicked his tongue out to catch a taste of the other vamp's essence and moaned in pleasure.