Drabble
So, there's this gal on Devart who is a fan and I stumbled across her art while running a search for my name. As I was trawling through her gallery, I found a tutorial for drawing angel wings, and the very last picture in it just begged for a drabble.
So I obliged. ^__^
Um, probably Not Very Work Safe... >.>;
From the moment they'd met, Jerin had been obsessed with Ekihl's wings. Beautiful, elegant, and exotic, they'd practically begged to be touched. It had taken him a lot of work to get permission to touch, but oh, it had been worth it. Ekihl was worth it.
With infinite care, Jerin slowly undid the long braid that kept Ekihl's hair bound, working his way up until the silvery tresses fell in soft, shining ripples. He threaded his hands through it, letting it run through his fingers, smiling as Ekihl leaned into the touch. It had taken a lot to get past the icy facade. He was probably the only one who knew what the person behind the mask was actually like.
Warm, passionate, beautiful. That was his Ekihl.
Jerin slid his hands from that silken hair, moving to undo the buttons on Ekihl's shirt until it slid away leaving only bare skin beneath his touch. The muscles beneath that skin jumped as he ran his fingers across it, stroking and caressing, and he was rewarded when the tiniest of moans escaped Ekihl's lips.
Ekihl made the prettiest sounds when Jerin touched him, and they were all different depending on where Jerin touched and how long they'd been touching for. His favorites were the sounds Ekihl made when Jerin sucked him, and the sounds he made when Jerin stroked his wings.
As if by accident, Jerin casually allowed one hand to ghost across the soft, downy feathers that emerged where Ekihl's wings emerged from his back. Ekihl shuddered and made one of those delicious sounds, trembling as he waited to see if Jerin would repeat the gesture or turn his attention to other areas.
Never one to disappoint his beautiful lover, Jerin slid his fingers slowly along the base of Ekihl's wings, petting them skillfully, delighted in the moans and whimpers that emerged from Ekihl's pretty lips. He sampled those lips as his fingers dipped lower, slipping past the waistband of Ekihl's pants to cup the perfect curve of his ass. The murmur Ekihl fed into his mouth turned into a muffled gasp as Jerin's fingers turned daring, and he involuntarily pressed up close against Jerin, his heat meeting Jerin's own.
This time, the moan was probably Jerin's.
That hard heat was entirely too tempting, and Jerin abruptly decided he'd had enough of the teasing. He withdrew his hands from Ekihl's pants, freeing them to swiftly undo the buttons on the front and shove the impeding cloth out of the way. Ekihl made a quiet sound, not a protest, not by far, and then there were slim, deft hands on Jerin's own trousers.
In moments the remainder of their clothing had been kicked away and Jerin had Ekihl flat on his bed, all silken hair and soft skin and downy feathers for Jerin's pleasure. He'd take his time kissing his way down, stroking and petting until Ekihl finally began begging, and only then would Jerin take him, laying claim to his perfect, beautiful angel.
So I obliged. ^__^
Um, probably Not Very Work Safe... >.>;
From the moment they'd met, Jerin had been obsessed with Ekihl's wings. Beautiful, elegant, and exotic, they'd practically begged to be touched. It had taken him a lot of work to get permission to touch, but oh, it had been worth it. Ekihl was worth it.
With infinite care, Jerin slowly undid the long braid that kept Ekihl's hair bound, working his way up until the silvery tresses fell in soft, shining ripples. He threaded his hands through it, letting it run through his fingers, smiling as Ekihl leaned into the touch. It had taken a lot to get past the icy facade. He was probably the only one who knew what the person behind the mask was actually like.
Warm, passionate, beautiful. That was his Ekihl.
Jerin slid his hands from that silken hair, moving to undo the buttons on Ekihl's shirt until it slid away leaving only bare skin beneath his touch. The muscles beneath that skin jumped as he ran his fingers across it, stroking and caressing, and he was rewarded when the tiniest of moans escaped Ekihl's lips.
Ekihl made the prettiest sounds when Jerin touched him, and they were all different depending on where Jerin touched and how long they'd been touching for. His favorites were the sounds Ekihl made when Jerin sucked him, and the sounds he made when Jerin stroked his wings.
As if by accident, Jerin casually allowed one hand to ghost across the soft, downy feathers that emerged where Ekihl's wings emerged from his back. Ekihl shuddered and made one of those delicious sounds, trembling as he waited to see if Jerin would repeat the gesture or turn his attention to other areas.
Never one to disappoint his beautiful lover, Jerin slid his fingers slowly along the base of Ekihl's wings, petting them skillfully, delighted in the moans and whimpers that emerged from Ekihl's pretty lips. He sampled those lips as his fingers dipped lower, slipping past the waistband of Ekihl's pants to cup the perfect curve of his ass. The murmur Ekihl fed into his mouth turned into a muffled gasp as Jerin's fingers turned daring, and he involuntarily pressed up close against Jerin, his heat meeting Jerin's own.
This time, the moan was probably Jerin's.
That hard heat was entirely too tempting, and Jerin abruptly decided he'd had enough of the teasing. He withdrew his hands from Ekihl's pants, freeing them to swiftly undo the buttons on the front and shove the impeding cloth out of the way. Ekihl made a quiet sound, not a protest, not by far, and then there were slim, deft hands on Jerin's own trousers.
In moments the remainder of their clothing had been kicked away and Jerin had Ekihl flat on his bed, all silken hair and soft skin and downy feathers for Jerin's pleasure. He'd take his time kissing his way down, stroking and petting until Ekihl finally began begging, and only then would Jerin take him, laying claim to his perfect, beautiful angel.