I'm back again - no. 14
May. 4th, 2003 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessI could hardly leave it there now could I? I was going to just cut this and take it as done, but Rick rebelled, and Darren wasn't to pleased at me skipping it either.
First there's a couple of seconds of shock - I must have made an impression in the tailors - as Rick forces me into the back of the alley. In public? I try to push him away, to protest. Then he kisses me and it's hungry and burning and desperate. My resolve and propriety dissolved at the same time.
He's unbuttoned my shirt without me noticing, his hands kneading the muscles of my back. My hands are down the back of his jeans, squeezing that tight, strong backside. I jerk downwards drawing his hands, his nails down my back. He was wonderfully sharp nails, and I feel last nights scabs crack and blood, just a little, begin to flow. It hurts. It feels so good. He actually looks cute when he's surprised.
His jeans have a button fly. It's maddening, desperately trying to unfasten them quickly. I think he looses a couple in the process. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling it up around him. I hold him, the thick, strong, wondrous length of him. He groans, gasps. His fingers pour through my hair like a diver through still water. He grips desperately at my head, down, my neck, my back. Holding me so hard I know I'll have bruises, my pale skin marks so easily. I like it.
I take him in my mouth. He's so big, so huge, I can't take him all in. He falls sharply back against the wall, unable to support his whole weight anymore. Working up and down his hard cock with my mouth and tongue I caress his balls with one hand. My other hand I trace his stomach around where the waist band of his jeans would be if they weren't round his ankles. He nearly falls at that - definitely a sensitive spot. I grin around him as I stroke him - so gently I only touch the hairs just above his skin. He groans between clenched teeth. I roll my eyes upwards to see him staring down at me like a drowning man. Desperate, needing.
I lick my way gently up and down his cock. I lick that sensitive spot at his stomach, before ducking down to take his balls in my mouth and suck. Starting gently, but growing ever harder. Nibbling gently at the tender skin with my teeth. I hold his balls in my mouth and work his cock with my hand. I have to stroke myself through my trousers, I can't stand it, just holding him in my mouth is enough to drive me insane.
"Fuck, Darren..! You're killing me!" His voice is so heavy, and falls into a wordless scream as he comes, arching his back until he is bent almost double, wracked by the power of the orgasm. Sweet gods of mercy, he's beautiful.
He staggers up to his knees and grins at me, still breathing hard. He picks me up - he's so strong, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing! One hand under my backside holds me up, while squeezing and caressing. His other hand dips down the front of my trousers, stroking me. He kisses me, but I can't hold it I grip his head to me with one hand and scrabble frantically at the bricks behind him with the other. My vision is clouding, hearing echoes from miles away as my breathing comes in frantic gasps.
He bites my lower lip, spilling blood into my mouth. I cry out and come, so long and so hard and so wonderful I think I loose consciousness.
My vision clears in spots to see Rick leaning over me. "Gods Rick... Gods!" I have no words. He just grins and kisses me. It says all that needs to be said.
I try to shake my head clear, as Rick reassembles his clothing. I'm almost caught up to him when I see he is no longer staring at me dress. He is staring at the brick wall behind him. The wall I had clawed desperately at.
The brickwork makes an odd plinking sound as it cools. At the centre of a charred hand print you can see where the brick flowed like water. Further out the brick has cracked and splintered, some turned fully to dust - aging centuries in seconds. Or shattered by pure entropy fed into them. I feel cold. If I had touched Rick with that hand... if I had touched him when my power was called without me knowing...
"Rick... oh gods, I could've..."
"You didn't though. You could've but you didn't. Remember that before you start punishing yourself." He leans in closer, his smile wicked. "If necessary I'll punish you later." Definately a wicked smile.
"But now, we're going shopping - I went to your shop, now it's your turn." He pulled me away from the ruined wall, holding me close to him.
First there's a couple of seconds of shock - I must have made an impression in the tailors - as Rick forces me into the back of the alley. In public? I try to push him away, to protest. Then he kisses me and it's hungry and burning and desperate. My resolve and propriety dissolved at the same time.
He's unbuttoned my shirt without me noticing, his hands kneading the muscles of my back. My hands are down the back of his jeans, squeezing that tight, strong backside. I jerk downwards drawing his hands, his nails down my back. He was wonderfully sharp nails, and I feel last nights scabs crack and blood, just a little, begin to flow. It hurts. It feels so good. He actually looks cute when he's surprised.
His jeans have a button fly. It's maddening, desperately trying to unfasten them quickly. I think he looses a couple in the process. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling it up around him. I hold him, the thick, strong, wondrous length of him. He groans, gasps. His fingers pour through my hair like a diver through still water. He grips desperately at my head, down, my neck, my back. Holding me so hard I know I'll have bruises, my pale skin marks so easily. I like it.
I take him in my mouth. He's so big, so huge, I can't take him all in. He falls sharply back against the wall, unable to support his whole weight anymore. Working up and down his hard cock with my mouth and tongue I caress his balls with one hand. My other hand I trace his stomach around where the waist band of his jeans would be if they weren't round his ankles. He nearly falls at that - definitely a sensitive spot. I grin around him as I stroke him - so gently I only touch the hairs just above his skin. He groans between clenched teeth. I roll my eyes upwards to see him staring down at me like a drowning man. Desperate, needing.
I lick my way gently up and down his cock. I lick that sensitive spot at his stomach, before ducking down to take his balls in my mouth and suck. Starting gently, but growing ever harder. Nibbling gently at the tender skin with my teeth. I hold his balls in my mouth and work his cock with my hand. I have to stroke myself through my trousers, I can't stand it, just holding him in my mouth is enough to drive me insane.
"Fuck, Darren..! You're killing me!" His voice is so heavy, and falls into a wordless scream as he comes, arching his back until he is bent almost double, wracked by the power of the orgasm. Sweet gods of mercy, he's beautiful.
He staggers up to his knees and grins at me, still breathing hard. He picks me up - he's so strong, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing! One hand under my backside holds me up, while squeezing and caressing. His other hand dips down the front of my trousers, stroking me. He kisses me, but I can't hold it I grip his head to me with one hand and scrabble frantically at the bricks behind him with the other. My vision is clouding, hearing echoes from miles away as my breathing comes in frantic gasps.
He bites my lower lip, spilling blood into my mouth. I cry out and come, so long and so hard and so wonderful I think I loose consciousness.
My vision clears in spots to see Rick leaning over me. "Gods Rick... Gods!" I have no words. He just grins and kisses me. It says all that needs to be said.
I try to shake my head clear, as Rick reassembles his clothing. I'm almost caught up to him when I see he is no longer staring at me dress. He is staring at the brick wall behind him. The wall I had clawed desperately at.
The brickwork makes an odd plinking sound as it cools. At the centre of a charred hand print you can see where the brick flowed like water. Further out the brick has cracked and splintered, some turned fully to dust - aging centuries in seconds. Or shattered by pure entropy fed into them. I feel cold. If I had touched Rick with that hand... if I had touched him when my power was called without me knowing...
"Rick... oh gods, I could've..."
"You didn't though. You could've but you didn't. Remember that before you start punishing yourself." He leans in closer, his smile wicked. "If necessary I'll punish you later." Definately a wicked smile.
"But now, we're going shopping - I went to your shop, now it's your turn." He pulled me away from the ruined wall, holding me close to him.
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Date: 2003-07-25 09:08 pm (UTC)Darren: But most lovers can't kill with a touch *shivers* by accident.
I really meant to end there... I really did. But something rebelled.
Rick: yeah, us.