[IDD] Conversations
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n_wilkinsona/n: Every time I think I have RL under control, something else happens. *sigh* Anyway, here's a little something I wrote and polished up and hopefully, I can get some more little tidbits for everyone. Soon as RL settles. Enjoy! And NSFW.
Title: Conversations
Universe: In Darkness Dwells, post-novel
Characters: MadisonxElias
Rating: M
Warnings: pretty much PWP, oral
Description: A moment of getting to know one another.
“How are you so toned?”
“Hmm?”
I dragged my fingers down one arm, muscles nicely defined in a way I could never hope to replicate. “Here,” I said. “And here.” My palm brushed his abdomen, tracing the flat muscle. “Priests aren't that athletic.”
Madison chuckled, capturing my hand and drawing it to his mouth. “Archery. It's more difficult than you'd think.”
I lifted a brow, though my attention wavered. He was nipping at my fingertips, tongue teasing them. “Wow. Talk about fulfilling stereotypes. Next you'll tell me you learned Kendo.”
He smirked. “And what sport did you play? Football, or basketball, I imagine with that height.”
“Touche.”
He sucked my finger into his mouth, teeth scraping each knuckle in a sensuous slide that made my insides tighten. “I thought I was the one with the oral fetish.”
“Mmm.” Wet warmth encased my finger before he pulled it free with an audible pop. “You're welcome to act on your fetish anytime you want.”
I looked. Sure enough, despite our earlier activities, Madison was already half-hard. Not that I was much better. I'd been toying with my cock since Malcolm first nipped my finger.
“I didn't hear a please,” I said, leaning closer to steal a kiss.
“I'm not one for begging,” Madison countered as our lips met, first a soft brush together before Madison's tongue darted out, sliding across my lips in a tease.
“Neither am I.” My cock, however, had other ideas. It strained between my legs, precome beading at the tip, begging for attention.
I curled my fingers around the hard heat, shivering as my cock throbbed in response. My eyes half-shuttered, tongue sweeping over my own lips. Saliva gathered in the back of my throat.
Madison chuckled, his exhalations hot puffs against my lips before he drew back. “I think you are the one in more need of attention,” he said and abruptly rolled over, half-pinning my body beneath him.
My knuckles brushed the side of one thigh, feeling the flex of powerful muscles. I shivered again, drawn as always to Madison's strength, both in body and in character.
“I wouldn't be averse to a personalized touch,” I replied, releasing my cock and letting it rub against Madison's thigh. I grabbed his hip, rolling mine own up to meet him, making my point clear.
Madison nipped the tip of my nose and then scooted down my body, peppering kisses in his wake. Blunt fingertips left trails of fire against my skin before I felt the pressure of his thumbs on my hipbones and wet exhalations against the tip of my cock. I thrust upward, toward that tempting mouth.
“Don't tease!” I gasped.
“You were the one who wanted me to beg,” Madison said, but he must have taken pity because his mouth closed around the tip of my cock, tongue lapping at the spill of precome.
A moan rumbled in my chest. I reached down, one hand burying itself in Madison's hair, encouraging. It took all I had not to thrust into the wet heat of his mouth. Most men didn't appreciate being choked.
Steady fingers cupped my balls, rolling them to the same rhythm of Madison's mouth working up and down my shaft. His tongue traced intricate patterns, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. I groaned, hips jerking in tiny restrained movements. One finger slipped down, rubbing at my perineum, sending shocks of desire straight to my core.
“Holy...” I moaned, fingers rubbing circles on Madison's scalp. I could feel my pulse against his tongue and I was embarrassingly close to coming. “Madison, I'm going to...” It was all the warning I could manage as he scraped his bottom teeth against my cock.
My head pushed back against the pillow, hip juttering upward. Well, then. If he didn't mind then I wasn't going to hold back. I pushed into the tunnel of his mouth, so slick and hot with the perfect amount of pressure. His tongue teased at my slit again, as though savoring the taste of my precome and eager for the rest.
I would be happy to oblige. Though I was pretty much beyond stopping anyway.
Madison took me deep and drew back, the suction on his mouth pulling at my cock. I shuddered, pleasure tightening to a coil in my abdomen that burst at last. I came, spilling into his mouth with a muttered shout. My free hand gripped the covers, rumpling them.
Madison's tongue lapped gently at my shaft as though cleaning it of all trace of come, my body jerking with small aftershocks. I felt drained and elated all at once, relaxed and ready for bed.
Madison released my cock and climbed back up my body, his mouth covering mine with no small amount of passion. I could taste myself on his tongue, bitter and unpleasant, but the sweep of his tongue in my mouth made the taste bearable. My hands stroked up his back, feeling the gathering lines of sweat and the muscles shifting. One of his knees nudged between my thighs, his weight a warm blanket over me.
Clearly, neither of us would be getting much sleep tonight.
I didn't mind at all.
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a/n: I have a bunch of little ideas like this floating around in the back of my head. I intend to write them as soon as time permits.
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated. Prompts as well. I love to know what kind of stories you guys want to read. :)
Title: Conversations
Universe: In Darkness Dwells, post-novel
Characters: MadisonxElias
Rating: M
Warnings: pretty much PWP, oral
Description: A moment of getting to know one another.
“How are you so toned?”
“Hmm?”
I dragged my fingers down one arm, muscles nicely defined in a way I could never hope to replicate. “Here,” I said. “And here.” My palm brushed his abdomen, tracing the flat muscle. “Priests aren't that athletic.”
Madison chuckled, capturing my hand and drawing it to his mouth. “Archery. It's more difficult than you'd think.”
I lifted a brow, though my attention wavered. He was nipping at my fingertips, tongue teasing them. “Wow. Talk about fulfilling stereotypes. Next you'll tell me you learned Kendo.”
He smirked. “And what sport did you play? Football, or basketball, I imagine with that height.”
“Touche.”
He sucked my finger into his mouth, teeth scraping each knuckle in a sensuous slide that made my insides tighten. “I thought I was the one with the oral fetish.”
“Mmm.” Wet warmth encased my finger before he pulled it free with an audible pop. “You're welcome to act on your fetish anytime you want.”
I looked. Sure enough, despite our earlier activities, Madison was already half-hard. Not that I was much better. I'd been toying with my cock since Malcolm first nipped my finger.
“I didn't hear a please,” I said, leaning closer to steal a kiss.
“I'm not one for begging,” Madison countered as our lips met, first a soft brush together before Madison's tongue darted out, sliding across my lips in a tease.
“Neither am I.” My cock, however, had other ideas. It strained between my legs, precome beading at the tip, begging for attention.
I curled my fingers around the hard heat, shivering as my cock throbbed in response. My eyes half-shuttered, tongue sweeping over my own lips. Saliva gathered in the back of my throat.
Madison chuckled, his exhalations hot puffs against my lips before he drew back. “I think you are the one in more need of attention,” he said and abruptly rolled over, half-pinning my body beneath him.
My knuckles brushed the side of one thigh, feeling the flex of powerful muscles. I shivered again, drawn as always to Madison's strength, both in body and in character.
“I wouldn't be averse to a personalized touch,” I replied, releasing my cock and letting it rub against Madison's thigh. I grabbed his hip, rolling mine own up to meet him, making my point clear.
Madison nipped the tip of my nose and then scooted down my body, peppering kisses in his wake. Blunt fingertips left trails of fire against my skin before I felt the pressure of his thumbs on my hipbones and wet exhalations against the tip of my cock. I thrust upward, toward that tempting mouth.
“Don't tease!” I gasped.
“You were the one who wanted me to beg,” Madison said, but he must have taken pity because his mouth closed around the tip of my cock, tongue lapping at the spill of precome.
A moan rumbled in my chest. I reached down, one hand burying itself in Madison's hair, encouraging. It took all I had not to thrust into the wet heat of his mouth. Most men didn't appreciate being choked.
Steady fingers cupped my balls, rolling them to the same rhythm of Madison's mouth working up and down my shaft. His tongue traced intricate patterns, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. I groaned, hips jerking in tiny restrained movements. One finger slipped down, rubbing at my perineum, sending shocks of desire straight to my core.
“Holy...” I moaned, fingers rubbing circles on Madison's scalp. I could feel my pulse against his tongue and I was embarrassingly close to coming. “Madison, I'm going to...” It was all the warning I could manage as he scraped his bottom teeth against my cock.
My head pushed back against the pillow, hip juttering upward. Well, then. If he didn't mind then I wasn't going to hold back. I pushed into the tunnel of his mouth, so slick and hot with the perfect amount of pressure. His tongue teased at my slit again, as though savoring the taste of my precome and eager for the rest.
I would be happy to oblige. Though I was pretty much beyond stopping anyway.
Madison took me deep and drew back, the suction on his mouth pulling at my cock. I shuddered, pleasure tightening to a coil in my abdomen that burst at last. I came, spilling into his mouth with a muttered shout. My free hand gripped the covers, rumpling them.
Madison's tongue lapped gently at my shaft as though cleaning it of all trace of come, my body jerking with small aftershocks. I felt drained and elated all at once, relaxed and ready for bed.
Madison released my cock and climbed back up my body, his mouth covering mine with no small amount of passion. I could taste myself on his tongue, bitter and unpleasant, but the sweep of his tongue in my mouth made the taste bearable. My hands stroked up his back, feeling the gathering lines of sweat and the muscles shifting. One of his knees nudged between my thighs, his weight a warm blanket over me.
Clearly, neither of us would be getting much sleep tonight.
I didn't mind at all.
a/n: I have a bunch of little ideas like this floating around in the back of my head. I intend to write them as soon as time permits.
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated. Prompts as well. I love to know what kind of stories you guys want to read. :)
