FIC: Arch, RPF, NC-17
Sunday, August 28th, 2005 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serai.
Arch
by Serai
At first his skin looks smooth and cool, like marble nestled still in the sheets. Then he moves his shoulders, the light catching the rime of sweat along his hairline at the nape of his neck, long tiny glitter of it over his spine. He's not cool at all but warm, overwarm, hot even. What to feast eyes on first - the tuck and curve of his ass becoming his thigh, or the padded jut of his jaw rising from his neck, his neck. Bite. He tastes feverish, and the arc of his voice twins with the thrust of his hips, ass tightening as he digs his cock into the bed.
He responds well to being pushed and prodded and moved. It's easy to pull his thighs apart, and even easier to dip down to the skin between his legs, give him a sudden sucking bite that convulses him, and he yells and pants. Flipping him over is easy too, and he props up on his elbows, his cock right there and eager as he smiles. His arms flex as he closes his fists on the sheets, tensing for it, and the play of his muscles is so luscious. It's amazing how much more manly he is out of his clothes than in.
His legs are strong and graceful, and there’s a layer of soft flesh over his abs, deepening his navel. That’s ticklish, and as always it’s fun to confirm it. Laughing, giggles, and his cock shudders with the ripples of it. The laugh slides right into a loud moan at the touch of tongue on the underside of his cock. His head falls back and that deepens his voice. He thrusts, yes, and he’s on his back, and he isn’t shy about grabbing fistfuls of hair, demanding what he wants. There’s a scent a little like warm bread, and he fits just right. His balls are a sweet handful, tight, and he shoves his heels against the bed as he thrusts high and hard.
The same loud moan uhhh uhhh uhhh keeps coming from his mouth; he licks his lips over and over. Last night he was quiet, never made a sound, but tonight he’s loud. Sweat breaks and runs over him, making him slippery and fun to hang onto. It’s tightening up crazy tight like a steel coil under his abs, and he reaches up to grab the slats in the headboard, shoving his cock, getting the suck over as much as he can. His back arches and he YELLS, bitter come geysering a hot salt flood as he whines through the last of it, jerking tight little jerks and then falling back. Gasping hard tearing breaths. He laughs, and his thighs close in a brief, hard hug.
Arch
by Serai
At first his skin looks smooth and cool, like marble nestled still in the sheets. Then he moves his shoulders, the light catching the rime of sweat along his hairline at the nape of his neck, long tiny glitter of it over his spine. He's not cool at all but warm, overwarm, hot even. What to feast eyes on first - the tuck and curve of his ass becoming his thigh, or the padded jut of his jaw rising from his neck, his neck. Bite. He tastes feverish, and the arc of his voice twins with the thrust of his hips, ass tightening as he digs his cock into the bed.
He responds well to being pushed and prodded and moved. It's easy to pull his thighs apart, and even easier to dip down to the skin between his legs, give him a sudden sucking bite that convulses him, and he yells and pants. Flipping him over is easy too, and he props up on his elbows, his cock right there and eager as he smiles. His arms flex as he closes his fists on the sheets, tensing for it, and the play of his muscles is so luscious. It's amazing how much more manly he is out of his clothes than in.
His legs are strong and graceful, and there’s a layer of soft flesh over his abs, deepening his navel. That’s ticklish, and as always it’s fun to confirm it. Laughing, giggles, and his cock shudders with the ripples of it. The laugh slides right into a loud moan at the touch of tongue on the underside of his cock. His head falls back and that deepens his voice. He thrusts, yes, and he’s on his back, and he isn’t shy about grabbing fistfuls of hair, demanding what he wants. There’s a scent a little like warm bread, and he fits just right. His balls are a sweet handful, tight, and he shoves his heels against the bed as he thrusts high and hard.
The same loud moan uhhh uhhh uhhh keeps coming from his mouth; he licks his lips over and over. Last night he was quiet, never made a sound, but tonight he’s loud. Sweat breaks and runs over him, making him slippery and fun to hang onto. It’s tightening up crazy tight like a steel coil under his abs, and he reaches up to grab the slats in the headboard, shoving his cock, getting the suck over as much as he can. His back arches and he YELLS, bitter come geysering a hot salt flood as he whines through the last of it, jerking tight little jerks and then falling back. Gasping hard tearing breaths. He laughs, and his thighs close in a brief, hard hug.
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