Lyer & Aluraios | Meeting
Lyer withdrew gently, trying not to disturb the already sleeping man beneath him. Long hair slipped across the pillows as his partner shifted slightly, grey in the darkness without the moonlight's kiss to turn it shimmering silver. After a pausing a moment, Lyer removed himself completely from his lover, collapsing onto the bed to breath in the heady scent of spicy summer sunlight and warm fires that floated around the slender figure, strong even through the musky scent of sex that coccooned them both.
He wasn't really surprised that Aluraios had fallen asleep so quickly, he admited to himself, his tongue flicking out to remove the last stains of blood from around his mouth and guiltily savouring the coppery taste on his tongue. It had been a while since he'd been on top, and he'd lost control slightly more than he'd usually allow, which lead to a vigourous session of love-making that had tired his partner, and left him awake to force instincts back into the shadows.
Breathing deeply, locking his natural reflexes back as his human side started to reestablish control, he brushed long strands of liquid snow from Aluraios's neck. He had to reel in his initial reaction as he brushed gentle fingers over the wounds, soothing the other with a touch when he moved uncomfortably. Good, it's not as bad as I thought. God, 'Rios, I have to be more careful. He closed his eyes for a moment, sending out what little healing power he owned to ease the ache, grateful that all of his species had a hint of healing magic, an ironic part of the blood power they were created from. The sigh of contentment from his sleeping lover made him smile, and he felt his face slip back into its usual form with his own breath of relief, trusting himself to press his lips to the wounds without the driving need to bite back into the warm flesh.
More careful if you'll let me. he clarified with a small smile. The passion that had caused his loss of control was in no way entirely his own fault. The white-haired mage had a certain way of distracting that he knew was guaranteed a reaction from his dark-haired lover, and when that was combined with the diet of half-starved rats that they had shared the past week, Lyer thought he couldn't really be blamed for his actions. And as Aluraios had been urging him on... He shook his face in the silken warm mane that covered the bed, smiling affectionately. 'Rios, love, you know me too well. Though I hope you don't expect me to brush this tangle tomorrow, we'd never get out of bed. Golden eyes shone in the dark with amusement as they flickered over the innocent-looking pale features, and he was suddenly grateful his own waist length ebony fall was tied up in a neat knot at his nape. Which was probably the idea.
Wrapping his arms around the delicate frame he pulled Aluraios against his chest, cushioning him from the world until he woke. Then Lyer finally let his own tiredness cascade over him, submerging him in dreams.
© Clare Selley 2009
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