Lyer & Aluraios | Hair Scene Part 2.2
His lips rippled over his partner's as they fell back as one into the pillows, white and black pooling over the bed. Teasing, nipping at the full lower lip, resisting the temptation to bite and feed, Lyer ignored the hands pulling at his hair, the black cloak becoming a tempest as Aluraios's fingers tangled further grasping at the length to draw him closer. Running his tongue over the blood filled lip he bathed it, and consiously mimicking the earlier cat-like treatment of his ear, Lyer sucked on it for a few seconds while the body below him trembled in pleasure.
Suddenly he found his own mouth captured, and was drawn down into a deeper kiss. His lover's tongue stroked against his mouth for a few teasing moments, asking for the kiss to deepen further, both offering and taking control.
Lyer took it, opening his mouth to allow the questing tongue access, his own rising up to meet it in a silent duel as he rocked against his lover, feeling the other's erection also rising up through the soft material beneath him, the sensation causing him to groan softly into Aluraios's mouth, their breaths intermingling hot and cool. He gave a soft growl of annoyance as the hard cord knot holding his partner's robe closed started to dig into his stomach uncomfortably, and he let the kiss slow, pulling back from the searching mouth with flitting reassuring touches to sit up. Resisting the push on his head with sheer strength he looked up to meet the amber gaze as the fireborn's eyes opened languidly.
"Lyer?" The fire-filled eyes searched the vampire's own autumn-sun, his hands drawing round the clasp the slim face, black strands falling like a river through his fingers, contrasting strakly against the pale cheeks.
Lyer smiled, pulling his hands from beneath the other's head, nuzzling into the cradling hands as he lowered it to the pillow, disentangling himself from the silver mane as carefully as he could and tracing the lines of the beloved face. "This robe is in the way." he murmured simply, the light glinting on a few crystaline strands lingering on his fingers. Shrugging off his own robe, which fell unnoticed to the bed, his fingers drifted to the loose knot. As the vampire's nimble touch undid the cord, his eyes moving to fix on the task with single-minded intensity, the fireborn's own hands skimmed over the smooth pale chest, the hint of coolness barely noticeable among the slight sprinkling of downy hair running down the center.
The rush of air on his chest caused goose-bumps to rise for a few moments on the fireborn's own pink and ivory skin, before Lyer's body once again laid over his, warming his outside as the hard kiss lit his inside. Impaitently he lifted his lips, pressing upwards against the lighter body and snaking his arms around the other man, rolling them onto their sides as their limbs tangled.
"Goddess!" he exclaimed as questing fingers insinuated themselves between their bodies, finding his passion-hard nipples and rolling them between finger and thumb with a light pressure. "Oh, Goddess..." The words trailed off as Lyer bowed to flick his tongue over the sensitive nubs. Pushing his hand under the vampire's chin, he forced it upwards, a low growl escaping as the teeth scraped him for a moment, to place a hard kiss on the parted lips, "Tease." he muttered, starting his own assult on the slender body, his hands running over the smooth back to the perfect rear, revelling in the unblemished skin and the heady scent of midnight air and the hint of danger that permenated his gentle lover.
Lyer groaned, rubbing his groin against his partner as a finger tip circled his hole, "Love.." the plea was torn from him, and a glance up from his ministrations on the vampire's chest showed Aluraios to see just how much control the other was exerting over himself.
"You didn't feed yet?" Aluraios's annoyance was overruled by both their needs, and he lifted his head up before Lyer could stop him from exposing his throat.
"Not now."
The closed eyes in the pale face answered the offer, a hand tracing down over the fireborn's hip, over the dark wine stain left from his mage training, to nestle between their two erections, "I want you first."
Aluraios's head lowered again, licking the vampire's neck softly, sucking to leave a bruise that would fade in minutes. Judging that if Lyer could stay in control during that he'd be all right for a bit longer, he rolled them both over to place Lyer on his back. He kissed the closed eyelids until they flickered open, the strict control back in place as their gazes caught, matched and held from under half-lowered lashes.
He reached over to the bedstand, one hand still carressing the tight ring of muscle as they rubbed against each other in a delicious friction, lips and tongues meeting again and again in warm embraces, and hair tangling together in monochrome knots. Sitting up slightly he withdrew his hand for a moment, ignoring Lyer's annoyed attempt to recover his mouth as he grasped the cool bottle of sweet-oil that was a permanant resident on the table and coated his hand in the exoticly scented liquid. The honeyed fumes wrapped around them, enveloping them in the warm market smells of spices and fruit, intermingled with scents neither of them could ever recall, yet never quite drowning out the heady sweat smell that rose up from their heated bodies.
Lyer spoke softly as the sunfolk moved to dribble the oil over his erection, stopping him with a light touch on his arm, "Let me, love. I won't bite." He sat up, pulling himself out from under the unresisting fireborn until he could take the already glistening tip into his mouth.
© Clare Selley 2009
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