Keeping It
Second part to Promises. (Highly recommended you read that first to understand things!)
Title: Keeping It
Author: octobertwelfth (LJ account), Defection (CSI Forensics account)
Pairing: Horatio/Ryan
Spoilers? Nope.
Rating: NC-17
The next day had come a little surprisingly, considering the fact that Ryan had awoken in the arms of the man he was positive he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Hazel optics widening in horror, thoughts that he might just be raped without him knowing, or that he had magically appeared in his bed with Horatio; sending him off the edge. He rose his head, despite the warm, alluring sensation of being in Horatio's arms, and nudged the man's chin with his nose, brows furrowing a little in confusion.
Horatio, of course, had opened his eyes a little lazily, sparkling cerulean orbs holding the familiar haze of fatigue. "Mmgh..?" muttered the lieutenant, blinking profusely; as if he couldn't quite place where he was. Maybe it was true--unless Horatio was used to waking up holding people in his arms and kissing said person the night before, promising to protect them (which honestly, Ryan hoped wasn't true: he felt a strange air of dominance, being able to wake up in the obviously sought-for lieutenant's arms).
"Is that all you can manage?" came Ryan's shy reply, cheeks burning at the fact that he saw the vulnerable form of Lieutenant Horatio Caine--when he just wakes up. It was strangely adorable to see the redhead this way, hair all tousled; under the covers and holding onto the Trace expert as though he were a fluffy pillow. It sent a thousand images flashing through Ryan's mind, though he pushed them away, trying to look cool, only succeeding to make his blush even darker.
Horatio raised a brow at this, nuzzling the top of Ryan's head and purring just a little; obviously still sleepy. ".. Apparently so.." he murmured softly, pulling Ryan closer and nearly falling asleep again. Ryan had nudged him in the abdomen before he did so, brows still furrowed in obvious confusion, though face showing a look that revealed his obvious attraction to the older man--considering that he was blushing heavily and that he looked like a little girl that saw the most adorable rabbit in the world.
Horatio had obviously noticed such, and had smiled a tad bit playfully. "Something on your mind, Mr. Wolfe?" he inquired, using the formalities just to tick the younger man off. Ryan frowned, just a little, and looked to the side. "You were serious about keeping it?" he asked, a dark blush upon his face; unable to comprehend the fact that this man actually cared. "Of course," replied the other, placing a soft kiss upon the smaller's lips; and soon after, words were not needed.
Ryan pressed against the older one, closing his eyes and deepening the kiss; moaning just a little when he felt the lieutenant's tongue rub against his own. It was a strange, unfamiliar sensation; Ryan having never been treated this way, never been touched--an innocent of some sort. Horatio, however, was sure and steady; knowing exactly when to pause, when to leave Ryan hanging, when to smirk sexily and then continue. It drove Ryan nuts, especially when they had been in the middle of a hot tongue battle; and Horatio had pulled away, leaving him begging for more.
Lips moving, hips moving in a circular motion; the grinding sending feelings straight to Ryan's groin, the level one CSI gasped, feeling Horatio's lips kissing part of his flushed, heated skin; the young man still unable to comprehend exactly what was going on. Supposing, that maybe this torture would continue, for the past hour; while they would remain clothed, sent Wolfe off the deep edge: would he actually be able to hold it in till then?
Feeling his buttons pop out of their holes, Ryan gasped at the feel of Horatio digits upon his ivory skin; which was normally covered by clothing, considering that it was slightly a lighter tone than the rest of him. Horatio sucked on the flesh that connected Ryan's neck and shoulder, earning a few, soft moans; Wolfe holding onto the man and shivering just a little out of the way this unfamiliar sensation seemed to be driving him off the edge. Then, a small wince escaped him; and he was sure that a mark was left on his skin. "Y-You know.. the others at work will be wondering how this came.." he murmured shyly, cheeks flushed and sweat dripping down the side of his face. Horatio chuckled, the sound a wonderful; breathy kind of sound, and kissed Ryan's throat. "At least it gives them the signal to back off.." he purred, the tone of his voice silent, as though he was a predator seeking his prey. Ryan blushed softly at that, simply nodding his reply; unable really to find a reaction to that. It was as if Horatio had suddenly gotten attracted to Ryan as much as he was attracted to him. It was strange to find out that the one you had admired for so long actually shared the same feeling, though rather relieving--at least it wouldn't be a one-sided relationship of sorts.
Horatio then started to grind into him, small noises erupting from Ryan's throat; a sort of heat starting in his stomach, causing the Trace expert to flush even darker than he already was. He kissed Ryan's cheek softly, trailing butterfly kisses up and down his neck (making sure to push away the clothing material before doing so), licking and sucking here and there, before finally focusing on one particular spot at the middle of his throat, tongue rolling against the soft skin before sucking on it hard, leaving his mark. Soft cries escaped the younger man's lips, shudders dancing along his body; before those cries were replaced by winces; feeling the redhead's fingers rub his buds and pinch them, his hips once more circulating to grind into the smaller one.
Ryan's eyes widened when he felt Horatio's tongue lick downward to one of his taut nipples, moaning as he felt the man's tongue roll against it before he took it in his mouth, sucking; fingers playing with the other one. His now unoccupied hand slowly made it's way down the other's soft, delicious stomach as he reached the hem of his pants, giving it a slight tug before working to unbutton them slowly, feeling the bulge that pressed tightly against the cloth, giving his nipple one last suck before giving the other the same treatment. Ryan whimpered softly in response, unsure of how to react; his obvious virginity shining through the actions that Horatio just seemed to be driving him crazy with. Finishing off with Ryan's hard buds, Horatio kissed his chest and trailed downward; hands moving to pull off the pants and boxers, tongue dipping into his navel before reaching his destination. He placed Wolfe's lower garments to the side, chuckling softly at the sight of his member. It was hard.. for him. It send Horatio off the edge, though he didn't push it--Ryan would feel uncomfortable if he talked about sex openly. He kissed the tip softly, tasting the pre-cum on his lips, smiling mischievously when he spotted it drip. ".. Someone's excited," he murmured, earning a soft whimper from Ryan; his eyes definitely hazed with confusion, and.. was that a hint of lust in there?
He pulled back though, removing his shirt and revealing his well built chest before pressing his palms within the others inner thighs, spreading his legs further apart as he rubbed them soothingly before giving them a light squeeze and lifting his legs, revealing that cute little puckered hole as he held him up in a slightly bent position. Ryan's eyes widened at that, and he whimpered softly; unsure of how to react to what Horatio was going to do next. "H-H.. you're.." he grasped at straws for words, unable to call for anything, interrupted when he felt Horatio kiss his jewels, moaning as he lowered down to his opening, pressing his tongue against it. Horatio resisted the urge to start pounding into him like the animal he'd become, having to wait as he focused on pleasuring the other and getting him prepared as to what was to come. He rubbed his tongue against the male's opening, it was rather tight; as he lapped at it slowly, running his tongue along it leisurely as he continued to tease and lather it with his saliva further, wettening it up as he prodded and pushed his tongue within his cute hole.
Ryan gasped, at the contact; sniffling and arching his back slightly, attempting to get away from the touch that seemed to be turning him on so dearly, and tickling him just a little bit. Horatio grinned perversely at that reaction, an uncharacterized thing that he didn't normally do. He was, after all, Horatio Caine--the man with the wonderful self-control, the man who didn't want to hasten the process. But right now, with Ryan here, willingly offering himself and showing no signs of resistance (though he did show that adorable, cute resistance that only virgins did), Horatio couldn't help it. Especially since that bus case, seeing him so passionate and ready for working; and wearing such a sharp suit, which was obviously pressed and folded to perfection.
"Are you okay, partner?" Horatio asked, out of nowhere, pushing himself upward as those who did push-ups did, tilting his head to the side slightly and staring towards the younger man with those shimmering cobalt blue optics of his. Ryan, seeing his hair all flyaway, his face slightly flushed and a glint of lust in his eyes--it was sexy. He couldn't quite help himself.
"Mmhmm.." he purred softly, pulling the lieutenant towards him and kissing him hotly; wanting so badly for them to touch, tugging at the clothing the redhead (so sinfully) still wore. Horatio chuckled against the younger man's lips, inserting his tongue into his mouth and rubbing against it sensually. Ryan moaned, hooking his thumbs on the hem of his lover's pants and pulling them down, the boxers following suit. Horatio pulled away, brow raised; small smirk on his handsome face. "Eager little beaver," he murmured, and Ryan only grinned in response.
He tensed, however, when he felt the finger press against him. It had been a long time since anyone passed that barrier, both in mind and body. He cringed slightly and waited for the feeling to pass - Horatio coupled the uncomfortable act with favorable ones - stroking his back, licking his jaw, and stroking him slowly, long fingers wrapping around his member.
The pain became bearable, in fact he yearned for more. It didn’t matter whether he was prepared or not - he wanted Horatio to enter him now. He pressed back against the digit, begging in his moans the act they both so desperately craved.
Horatio moved inside him, stroking the spot that caused stars to explode in his vision. Both were panting furiously, friction becoming unsatisfying with each thrust. It was then Horatio grazed the entrance with his manhood, hanging low and heavy from over stimulation. The haze of lust clouded over his eyes as Horatio entered, a cold chill passing down his spine. This is the moment they both wanted, to feel their bodies unite, the heat of their skin meld together as one. A pull at Ryan's hair, shortening the breaths that he took in, though his cries of passion still ripped from his throat as Horatio thrust once, twice, slowly into the willing body beneath him. It was glorious. It felt as though time stood still as they kissed, sealing the union between them. Then he pressed back enough to hear Horatio’s breath catch in his throat; he was ready. Each thrust was timed a bit quicker than before, building to a frantic pace between both. Soon there was less kissing and more panting into each other’s mouth, the heat of each other’s breath ghosting across their faces. It felt all too soon his self control wane, falling victim to the simultaneous stimulation of tugged hair and their feverous pace. As much as he tried to contain himself, no amount of suppression could prepare him as Horatio’s hand clamped around his arousal and pumped in time to the momentum of their coupling. At his peak, he felt the greatest elation he’d ever known. There was a slight twinge of sadness that followed, but it stayed only briefly as Horatio tensed, gasping a name into the air that sent a pleasant chill on his spine. He whispered it over and over like a sacred mantra as his hands wrapped around the slender waist. He felt compelled to say something, to respond. Ryan was cut short by the words that would have tumbled from his own lips. “I kept my promise.”
Much love!
Lana <3
Title: Keeping It
Author: octobertwelfth (LJ account), Defection (CSI Forensics account)
Pairing: Horatio/Ryan
Spoilers? Nope.
Rating: NC-17
The next day had come a little surprisingly, considering the fact that Ryan had awoken in the arms of the man he was positive he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Hazel optics widening in horror, thoughts that he might just be raped without him knowing, or that he had magically appeared in his bed with Horatio; sending him off the edge. He rose his head, despite the warm, alluring sensation of being in Horatio's arms, and nudged the man's chin with his nose, brows furrowing a little in confusion.
Horatio, of course, had opened his eyes a little lazily, sparkling cerulean orbs holding the familiar haze of fatigue. "Mmgh..?" muttered the lieutenant, blinking profusely; as if he couldn't quite place where he was. Maybe it was true--unless Horatio was used to waking up holding people in his arms and kissing said person the night before, promising to protect them (which honestly, Ryan hoped wasn't true: he felt a strange air of dominance, being able to wake up in the obviously sought-for lieutenant's arms).
"Is that all you can manage?" came Ryan's shy reply, cheeks burning at the fact that he saw the vulnerable form of Lieutenant Horatio Caine--when he just wakes up. It was strangely adorable to see the redhead this way, hair all tousled; under the covers and holding onto the Trace expert as though he were a fluffy pillow. It sent a thousand images flashing through Ryan's mind, though he pushed them away, trying to look cool, only succeeding to make his blush even darker.
Horatio raised a brow at this, nuzzling the top of Ryan's head and purring just a little; obviously still sleepy. ".. Apparently so.." he murmured softly, pulling Ryan closer and nearly falling asleep again. Ryan had nudged him in the abdomen before he did so, brows still furrowed in obvious confusion, though face showing a look that revealed his obvious attraction to the older man--considering that he was blushing heavily and that he looked like a little girl that saw the most adorable rabbit in the world.
Horatio had obviously noticed such, and had smiled a tad bit playfully. "Something on your mind, Mr. Wolfe?" he inquired, using the formalities just to tick the younger man off. Ryan frowned, just a little, and looked to the side. "You were serious about keeping it?" he asked, a dark blush upon his face; unable to comprehend the fact that this man actually cared. "Of course," replied the other, placing a soft kiss upon the smaller's lips; and soon after, words were not needed.
Ryan pressed against the older one, closing his eyes and deepening the kiss; moaning just a little when he felt the lieutenant's tongue rub against his own. It was a strange, unfamiliar sensation; Ryan having never been treated this way, never been touched--an innocent of some sort. Horatio, however, was sure and steady; knowing exactly when to pause, when to leave Ryan hanging, when to smirk sexily and then continue. It drove Ryan nuts, especially when they had been in the middle of a hot tongue battle; and Horatio had pulled away, leaving him begging for more.
Lips moving, hips moving in a circular motion; the grinding sending feelings straight to Ryan's groin, the level one CSI gasped, feeling Horatio's lips kissing part of his flushed, heated skin; the young man still unable to comprehend exactly what was going on. Supposing, that maybe this torture would continue, for the past hour; while they would remain clothed, sent Wolfe off the deep edge: would he actually be able to hold it in till then?
Feeling his buttons pop out of their holes, Ryan gasped at the feel of Horatio digits upon his ivory skin; which was normally covered by clothing, considering that it was slightly a lighter tone than the rest of him. Horatio sucked on the flesh that connected Ryan's neck and shoulder, earning a few, soft moans; Wolfe holding onto the man and shivering just a little out of the way this unfamiliar sensation seemed to be driving him off the edge. Then, a small wince escaped him; and he was sure that a mark was left on his skin. "Y-You know.. the others at work will be wondering how this came.." he murmured shyly, cheeks flushed and sweat dripping down the side of his face. Horatio chuckled, the sound a wonderful; breathy kind of sound, and kissed Ryan's throat. "At least it gives them the signal to back off.." he purred, the tone of his voice silent, as though he was a predator seeking his prey. Ryan blushed softly at that, simply nodding his reply; unable really to find a reaction to that. It was as if Horatio had suddenly gotten attracted to Ryan as much as he was attracted to him. It was strange to find out that the one you had admired for so long actually shared the same feeling, though rather relieving--at least it wouldn't be a one-sided relationship of sorts.
Horatio then started to grind into him, small noises erupting from Ryan's throat; a sort of heat starting in his stomach, causing the Trace expert to flush even darker than he already was. He kissed Ryan's cheek softly, trailing butterfly kisses up and down his neck (making sure to push away the clothing material before doing so), licking and sucking here and there, before finally focusing on one particular spot at the middle of his throat, tongue rolling against the soft skin before sucking on it hard, leaving his mark. Soft cries escaped the younger man's lips, shudders dancing along his body; before those cries were replaced by winces; feeling the redhead's fingers rub his buds and pinch them, his hips once more circulating to grind into the smaller one.
Ryan's eyes widened when he felt Horatio's tongue lick downward to one of his taut nipples, moaning as he felt the man's tongue roll against it before he took it in his mouth, sucking; fingers playing with the other one. His now unoccupied hand slowly made it's way down the other's soft, delicious stomach as he reached the hem of his pants, giving it a slight tug before working to unbutton them slowly, feeling the bulge that pressed tightly against the cloth, giving his nipple one last suck before giving the other the same treatment. Ryan whimpered softly in response, unsure of how to react; his obvious virginity shining through the actions that Horatio just seemed to be driving him crazy with. Finishing off with Ryan's hard buds, Horatio kissed his chest and trailed downward; hands moving to pull off the pants and boxers, tongue dipping into his navel before reaching his destination. He placed Wolfe's lower garments to the side, chuckling softly at the sight of his member. It was hard.. for him. It send Horatio off the edge, though he didn't push it--Ryan would feel uncomfortable if he talked about sex openly. He kissed the tip softly, tasting the pre-cum on his lips, smiling mischievously when he spotted it drip. ".. Someone's excited," he murmured, earning a soft whimper from Ryan; his eyes definitely hazed with confusion, and.. was that a hint of lust in there?
He pulled back though, removing his shirt and revealing his well built chest before pressing his palms within the others inner thighs, spreading his legs further apart as he rubbed them soothingly before giving them a light squeeze and lifting his legs, revealing that cute little puckered hole as he held him up in a slightly bent position. Ryan's eyes widened at that, and he whimpered softly; unsure of how to react to what Horatio was going to do next. "H-H.. you're.." he grasped at straws for words, unable to call for anything, interrupted when he felt Horatio kiss his jewels, moaning as he lowered down to his opening, pressing his tongue against it. Horatio resisted the urge to start pounding into him like the animal he'd become, having to wait as he focused on pleasuring the other and getting him prepared as to what was to come. He rubbed his tongue against the male's opening, it was rather tight; as he lapped at it slowly, running his tongue along it leisurely as he continued to tease and lather it with his saliva further, wettening it up as he prodded and pushed his tongue within his cute hole.
Ryan gasped, at the contact; sniffling and arching his back slightly, attempting to get away from the touch that seemed to be turning him on so dearly, and tickling him just a little bit. Horatio grinned perversely at that reaction, an uncharacterized thing that he didn't normally do. He was, after all, Horatio Caine--the man with the wonderful self-control, the man who didn't want to hasten the process. But right now, with Ryan here, willingly offering himself and showing no signs of resistance (though he did show that adorable, cute resistance that only virgins did), Horatio couldn't help it. Especially since that bus case, seeing him so passionate and ready for working; and wearing such a sharp suit, which was obviously pressed and folded to perfection.
"Are you okay, partner?" Horatio asked, out of nowhere, pushing himself upward as those who did push-ups did, tilting his head to the side slightly and staring towards the younger man with those shimmering cobalt blue optics of his. Ryan, seeing his hair all flyaway, his face slightly flushed and a glint of lust in his eyes--it was sexy. He couldn't quite help himself.
"Mmhmm.." he purred softly, pulling the lieutenant towards him and kissing him hotly; wanting so badly for them to touch, tugging at the clothing the redhead (so sinfully) still wore. Horatio chuckled against the younger man's lips, inserting his tongue into his mouth and rubbing against it sensually. Ryan moaned, hooking his thumbs on the hem of his lover's pants and pulling them down, the boxers following suit. Horatio pulled away, brow raised; small smirk on his handsome face. "Eager little beaver," he murmured, and Ryan only grinned in response.
He tensed, however, when he felt the finger press against him. It had been a long time since anyone passed that barrier, both in mind and body. He cringed slightly and waited for the feeling to pass - Horatio coupled the uncomfortable act with favorable ones - stroking his back, licking his jaw, and stroking him slowly, long fingers wrapping around his member.
The pain became bearable, in fact he yearned for more. It didn’t matter whether he was prepared or not - he wanted Horatio to enter him now. He pressed back against the digit, begging in his moans the act they both so desperately craved.
Horatio moved inside him, stroking the spot that caused stars to explode in his vision. Both were panting furiously, friction becoming unsatisfying with each thrust. It was then Horatio grazed the entrance with his manhood, hanging low and heavy from over stimulation. The haze of lust clouded over his eyes as Horatio entered, a cold chill passing down his spine. This is the moment they both wanted, to feel their bodies unite, the heat of their skin meld together as one. A pull at Ryan's hair, shortening the breaths that he took in, though his cries of passion still ripped from his throat as Horatio thrust once, twice, slowly into the willing body beneath him. It was glorious. It felt as though time stood still as they kissed, sealing the union between them. Then he pressed back enough to hear Horatio’s breath catch in his throat; he was ready. Each thrust was timed a bit quicker than before, building to a frantic pace between both. Soon there was less kissing and more panting into each other’s mouth, the heat of each other’s breath ghosting across their faces. It felt all too soon his self control wane, falling victim to the simultaneous stimulation of tugged hair and their feverous pace. As much as he tried to contain himself, no amount of suppression could prepare him as Horatio’s hand clamped around his arousal and pumped in time to the momentum of their coupling. At his peak, he felt the greatest elation he’d ever known. There was a slight twinge of sadness that followed, but it stayed only briefly as Horatio tensed, gasping a name into the air that sent a pleasant chill on his spine. He whispered it over and over like a sacred mantra as his hands wrapped around the slender waist. He felt compelled to say something, to respond. Ryan was cut short by the words that would have tumbled from his own lips. “I kept my promise.”
Much love!
Lana <3