Working on that Courting
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charisstomaAnother speck of dust with legs floated by me. I caught its thread but it was playing out longer so I thought, let it land on my hand and I can squash it or take it outside. Got it to land on my hand and then the breeze from the ceiling fan encouraged it to escape. It was barely visible in the first place and I've no idea where it went. I'm lying to myself that it's not on me and smoothed my hands down my clothes to crush it if it was... the time of the spiderlings is not my favorite season.
Title: Working on that Courting
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 638
Because dyoklako wanted more after this http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/484808.html
They’d danced, there in the bar, under the glittering reflections off the 60s style disco ball; his back to the other’s front, arms wrapped low, hand on his belly, one down his fly. But one of those fingers was tapping on his entrance for all that the hand was theoretically on the outside of his shirt in front. Metaphysical stuff doesn’t have to conform to ‘real’ life reality.
He wished that his wings weren’t pinned, that the slow undulations of his hips weren’t due to the dry humping behind him, being used him like a puppet. It’s not like he wouldn’t have been rubbing his ass in time to the music anyway, making them the center of an erotic storm that he could store up and feed off of for a week providing his energies weren’t needed elsewhere, like fleeing. What’s a courtship without a thrilling chase, after all? When he caught him, Adz allowed the emotion of a slow smile to edge past his inner walls, oh when he was caught, there’d be a dance but who would be leading and who would be dancing? He just had to remember to keep his legs together and his wings far apart. A bite of his own wouldn’t hurt either. If nothing else than he’d know where the other was.
A dark chuckle echoed past his ear and in his mind, “You are going to be a handful. You are practically oozing out plans.” Adz tried to jerk. “Oh you’re good at hiding them but we both know they’re there.”
The tapping finger teased at his entrance; pushing slightly in, easing slightly out; never pulling out totally as if once inside the finger loved where it played. Adz felt himself stiffen pressing out against the fingers inside his fly. A nephilim with a bad case of lust demon came out hunting lacking certain things that would get in the way. The palm of the hand holding him cupped his head and the fingers of that hand tickled in the short hairs growing from his jewels.
“Tell me when you’ve had enough and we’ll leave. You’re not allowed to spill, you’ll fill my hand where there’s some privacy to be had. You’re cries are mine.”
“To walk out of here, you’ll have to release my wings,” Adz helpfully pointed out, “like I’m going to be able to walk with being so ‘hard up’.
Hot breath preceded even hotter sucking kisses below his ear. “You let me worry about that,” was told him. “You worry about how you’re going to prove to me that you’ve had enough.”
“And if I can’t?”
A laugh blew against Adz’s neck, “Ever hear of the tortures of the damned? The torture doesn’t have to be pain, exactly, though wanting to come for a long time and being unable to while I exert myself to giving you what you want, what you will be begging me for, could rim the edges of a definition of pain.”
That did not sound good or it sounded too good; “Can we leave now?”
“Not yet my little tarnished angel you aren’t needy enough and I need proof.”
If he could grind his teeth he would, damned wing pinning. “Then you need to stick that finger deeper to really work it with a bit with more tilting of our hips so my head rubs your hand better because we could be here for a very long time and me not close enough to teeter on the edge.”
“Relax and enjoy. It’s the journey not the destination. This is us as a couple getting to know each other.”
Adz let his groan be heard through their link, “You work in a travel agency for your day job, don’t you?” and he felt the lips against his neck form into a grin.
Title: Working on that Courting
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 638
Because dyoklako wanted more after this http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/484808.html
They’d danced, there in the bar, under the glittering reflections off the 60s style disco ball; his back to the other’s front, arms wrapped low, hand on his belly, one down his fly. But one of those fingers was tapping on his entrance for all that the hand was theoretically on the outside of his shirt in front. Metaphysical stuff doesn’t have to conform to ‘real’ life reality.
He wished that his wings weren’t pinned, that the slow undulations of his hips weren’t due to the dry humping behind him, being used him like a puppet. It’s not like he wouldn’t have been rubbing his ass in time to the music anyway, making them the center of an erotic storm that he could store up and feed off of for a week providing his energies weren’t needed elsewhere, like fleeing. What’s a courtship without a thrilling chase, after all? When he caught him, Adz allowed the emotion of a slow smile to edge past his inner walls, oh when he was caught, there’d be a dance but who would be leading and who would be dancing? He just had to remember to keep his legs together and his wings far apart. A bite of his own wouldn’t hurt either. If nothing else than he’d know where the other was.
A dark chuckle echoed past his ear and in his mind, “You are going to be a handful. You are practically oozing out plans.” Adz tried to jerk. “Oh you’re good at hiding them but we both know they’re there.”
The tapping finger teased at his entrance; pushing slightly in, easing slightly out; never pulling out totally as if once inside the finger loved where it played. Adz felt himself stiffen pressing out against the fingers inside his fly. A nephilim with a bad case of lust demon came out hunting lacking certain things that would get in the way. The palm of the hand holding him cupped his head and the fingers of that hand tickled in the short hairs growing from his jewels.
“Tell me when you’ve had enough and we’ll leave. You’re not allowed to spill, you’ll fill my hand where there’s some privacy to be had. You’re cries are mine.”
“To walk out of here, you’ll have to release my wings,” Adz helpfully pointed out, “like I’m going to be able to walk with being so ‘hard up’.
Hot breath preceded even hotter sucking kisses below his ear. “You let me worry about that,” was told him. “You worry about how you’re going to prove to me that you’ve had enough.”
“And if I can’t?”
A laugh blew against Adz’s neck, “Ever hear of the tortures of the damned? The torture doesn’t have to be pain, exactly, though wanting to come for a long time and being unable to while I exert myself to giving you what you want, what you will be begging me for, could rim the edges of a definition of pain.”
That did not sound good or it sounded too good; “Can we leave now?”
“Not yet my little tarnished angel you aren’t needy enough and I need proof.”
If he could grind his teeth he would, damned wing pinning. “Then you need to stick that finger deeper to really work it with a bit with more tilting of our hips so my head rubs your hand better because we could be here for a very long time and me not close enough to teeter on the edge.”
“Relax and enjoy. It’s the journey not the destination. This is us as a couple getting to know each other.”
Adz let his groan be heard through their link, “You work in a travel agency for your day job, don’t you?” and he felt the lips against his neck form into a grin.
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Date: 2013-08-06 08:00 am (UTC)<3
now how do we count the moment till showtime? XD
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Date: 2013-08-06 09:20 pm (UTC)So Asym it is to Adz and now we need a third *snickers* name which I might come up with before you get back to me. Need to go look at that link you commented.
I'm glad you like this. *GRINS* Thank you.
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Date: 2013-08-07 11:34 pm (UTC)here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rati
looking forward to it. :D
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Date: 2013-08-07 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-08 12:35 am (UTC)