Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 9
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charisstomaTitle: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 9
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 572
Continues from here Part 8
The rhythmic thumping of his clothes in the drier tried to act as a lullaby or at least that’s what he told himself it was. It was his clothes and if Stephen just happened to be keeping time with his grunts and Ahs and other more distinguishable words, he was going to ignore it. And who knew that cocks had ears; minds of their own was an accepted fact, ask any guy; but ears? He petted his cock, “They’ll be done soon and then we can fall asleep,” he consoled it. There was a laugh from down the hall. He froze and then did an experiment, “Can you hear me?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! There, right there!” Stephen responded enthusiastically.
“Show off,” Everett whispered and there was another bark of laughter then Stephen giggling. “Oh that is so not on.” He didn’t even think about it, just picked up a spare pillow to pummel people with or throw at them or something. “I am not a violent person. I am not a violent person.”
The door was open, a glow of dim golden light guiding him to his attack and he stopped just outside the room looking in. The polished wood in the hallway could have been freezing on his bare feet, wafting drafts up under his only covering an extra long t-shirt. It could have been. He wouldn’t have noticed.
Red silk ties lashed Stephen’s wrists to the black metal spindle inserts of the headboard, where his fingers had wound themselves holding on as if for dear life. So much bare flesh gleaming in the low lighting down over his chest and abs. Stephen’s thighs hiding where they were spread, cradled up over Connell’s where he knelt between them.
‘He isn’t close enough to be actually fucking him, is he?’
“No pet, but close enough for other things.”
“I didn’t say that out loud,” Everett accused.
“Stupid Vampire Tricks,” Stephen called from his helpless position. “AH,” his body arched up and tried to force itself further into Connell’s lap, undulating needily a few times before subsiding. “Mean.”
“Stephen likes to be kept just on the edge.” Connell smiled, “He likes his nipples nibbled on too. Come help? Don’t bite, just suck on him. It’ll drive him crazy because it won’t be as intense as when I nibble but it will bring the blood up nicely for when I do get there.” He paused, “If you like, I do have another set of fingers.” His smile grew, “he’ll love watching you on all fours rocking onto my fingers in time to my thrusting into him.” Connell had an evil grin, “Don’t worry I won’t let you come either until my lips are around your cock and you can feed me your essence,” he snickered, “No wet spots.”
“Try it. Try it Try it!” Stephen called, “Please,” his hips moving to the unseen music of Connell’s fingers held a certain urgency.
Moving towards the bed, Stephen stopped him, “Shirt off,” he panted. “Bottle’s beside my leg, bother, well that’s where it used to be.” He moaned. “You’ll have to pour it for him.” Another pant, “his other hand’s busy.”
Stripping off the shirt blocked his line of sight and just for a moment he paused.
“Rhett, get o-ver here,” Stephen’s voice rising. “Bottle. Get. The. Bottle.”
He found it and things moved smoothly and quickly into position. The bed was big enough for three.
Continues here Part 10
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 572
Continues from here Part 8
The rhythmic thumping of his clothes in the drier tried to act as a lullaby or at least that’s what he told himself it was. It was his clothes and if Stephen just happened to be keeping time with his grunts and Ahs and other more distinguishable words, he was going to ignore it. And who knew that cocks had ears; minds of their own was an accepted fact, ask any guy; but ears? He petted his cock, “They’ll be done soon and then we can fall asleep,” he consoled it. There was a laugh from down the hall. He froze and then did an experiment, “Can you hear me?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! There, right there!” Stephen responded enthusiastically.
“Show off,” Everett whispered and there was another bark of laughter then Stephen giggling. “Oh that is so not on.” He didn’t even think about it, just picked up a spare pillow to pummel people with or throw at them or something. “I am not a violent person. I am not a violent person.”
The door was open, a glow of dim golden light guiding him to his attack and he stopped just outside the room looking in. The polished wood in the hallway could have been freezing on his bare feet, wafting drafts up under his only covering an extra long t-shirt. It could have been. He wouldn’t have noticed.
Red silk ties lashed Stephen’s wrists to the black metal spindle inserts of the headboard, where his fingers had wound themselves holding on as if for dear life. So much bare flesh gleaming in the low lighting down over his chest and abs. Stephen’s thighs hiding where they were spread, cradled up over Connell’s where he knelt between them.
‘He isn’t close enough to be actually fucking him, is he?’
“No pet, but close enough for other things.”
“I didn’t say that out loud,” Everett accused.
“Stupid Vampire Tricks,” Stephen called from his helpless position. “AH,” his body arched up and tried to force itself further into Connell’s lap, undulating needily a few times before subsiding. “Mean.”
“Stephen likes to be kept just on the edge.” Connell smiled, “He likes his nipples nibbled on too. Come help? Don’t bite, just suck on him. It’ll drive him crazy because it won’t be as intense as when I nibble but it will bring the blood up nicely for when I do get there.” He paused, “If you like, I do have another set of fingers.” His smile grew, “he’ll love watching you on all fours rocking onto my fingers in time to my thrusting into him.” Connell had an evil grin, “Don’t worry I won’t let you come either until my lips are around your cock and you can feed me your essence,” he snickered, “No wet spots.”
“Try it. Try it Try it!” Stephen called, “Please,” his hips moving to the unseen music of Connell’s fingers held a certain urgency.
Moving towards the bed, Stephen stopped him, “Shirt off,” he panted. “Bottle’s beside my leg, bother, well that’s where it used to be.” He moaned. “You’ll have to pour it for him.” Another pant, “his other hand’s busy.”
Stripping off the shirt blocked his line of sight and just for a moment he paused.
“Rhett, get o-ver here,” Stephen’s voice rising. “Bottle. Get. The. Bottle.”
He found it and things moved smoothly and quickly into position. The bed was big enough for three.
Continues here Part 10
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Date: 2014-06-17 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-06-17 08:01 pm (UTC)(Gone with the Wind reference.)
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Date: 2014-06-18 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-17 08:08 pm (UTC)Probably should (and may yet) have Stephen calling him Vrett.
Had one of those little discussional sidetracks with myself as to where the name Rhett came from.
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Date: 2014-06-18 07:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-09 03:05 am (UTC)This pic gives me such a giggle. And it soooo a prompt.
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Date: 2014-06-17 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-06-26 02:35 am (UTC)trying to catch up with this. ^^;
*goes to find med for my own headache*
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Date: 2014-06-26 03:50 am (UTC)See how well I plan. There's a dim hazy idea of a end point with hazy landmarks that may or may not occur. The plunny that has taken up residence somewhere in my mind is scratching the hair on its little furry balls trying to figure out what the hell is going to happen.
*grins* Your comment helped.
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Date: 2014-08-08 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-09 04:01 am (UTC)*happy dancing* SOMEONE likes vampires.
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Date: 2014-08-15 02:18 am (UTC)