Re: untitled 4/4
anonymous
June 29 2011, 02:49:01 UTC
He murmured his assent. Riptide liked being fucked on Azazel's fingers far too much to ever own up to it, but it really didn't take much more than dropping his pants to be ready these days. Foreplay was nice and everything, but there was a lot to be said for being fucked by Azazel. Riptide was pretty sure that he could personally fill volumes.
There was a bit of a stretch as Azazel thrust into him, a pleasant burn that made Riptide push back against him. Azazel's tail came to curl around one thigh, holding his legs apart, the tip stroking over the back of his knee and making him shiver. The coordination necessary to kiss had been lost on him long ago, so he settled for mouthing at Azazel's neck, hoping to leave a bite-mark or two. Hickies never showed up on him, but teeth marks raised the most satisfying, white slivers on his skin.
"I missed you so," Azazel said. His fingers combed through Riptide's hair. "Even you reprimanding me for wandering the hallways naked."
"Me too."
At this point, Riptide wasn't really sure he was agreeing to missing yelling at Azazel or missing Azazel walking around naked, which he did frequently, but he figured it got the point across, either way.
"I missed kissing you," he said, voice growing low and rough the way it did when he was close. "And coming in you. I worry when I am away. I think when I come back you will not be mine anymore."
"Just so you know, I don't consider Shaw trading up," Riptide said against his shoulder. Azazel's laugh was a low rumble. "You know how I feel about you."
"Do I?"
"Don't you?"
Azazel slowed his movements to a crawl. "Say it, then. Say how you feel for me."
The same part of him that had wanted to prod at Azazel with a stick earlier was not at all happy with this turn of events. It was stupid. If they both knew, why was there any reason to say it? It sounded ridiculous. They were too old to need that kind of validation, weren't they?
"Please," Azazel said, hand warm on his back. "You say, I say too."
Okay, maybe just this once he could get it out. "I, ah, I love you."
"I love you, too, moy zaichik."
Riptide didn't speak a lot of Russian, but terms of endearment had a tendency to sound sugary no matter what the language. Still, he could let it go this time. No reason to ruin the moment they'd both worked so hard for. Azazel was quiet again, kissing his neck and stroking his back until he finished.
Azazel dropped off right away, exhausted as he was, his tail still wrapped affectionately around Riptide’s thigh. Whatever this was-and it was anyone’s guess, really-it seemed to be working.
Re: untitled 4/4moonmipAugust 2 2011, 02:59:25 UTC
Wow, I read this and it blew me away. You've made me hot for a pairing I've never even considered. This was tender, sexy, hot and fabulous. Thank you, genius anon!
Ahahaha, this was great. Love the snarkery and grump, love the tail!sex and arguments over topping, love the slow relish-y pacing, and generally love how you've written these two. Most excellent!
There was a bit of a stretch as Azazel thrust into him, a pleasant burn that made Riptide push back against him. Azazel's tail came to curl around one thigh, holding his legs apart, the tip stroking over the back of his knee and making him shiver. The coordination necessary to kiss had been lost on him long ago, so he settled for mouthing at Azazel's neck, hoping to leave a bite-mark or two. Hickies never showed up on him, but teeth marks raised the most satisfying, white slivers on his skin.
"I missed you so," Azazel said. His fingers combed through Riptide's hair. "Even you reprimanding me for wandering the hallways naked."
"Me too."
At this point, Riptide wasn't really sure he was agreeing to missing yelling at Azazel or missing Azazel walking around naked, which he did frequently, but he figured it got the point across, either way.
"I missed kissing you," he said, voice growing low and rough the way it did when he was close. "And coming in you. I worry when I am away. I think when I come back you will not be mine anymore."
"Just so you know, I don't consider Shaw trading up," Riptide said against his shoulder. Azazel's laugh was a low rumble. "You know how I feel about you."
"Do I?"
"Don't you?"
Azazel slowed his movements to a crawl. "Say it, then. Say how you feel for me."
The same part of him that had wanted to prod at Azazel with a stick earlier was not at all happy with this turn of events. It was stupid. If they both knew, why was there any reason to say it? It sounded ridiculous. They were too old to need that kind of validation, weren't they?
"Please," Azazel said, hand warm on his back. "You say, I say too."
Okay, maybe just this once he could get it out. "I, ah, I love you."
"I love you, too, moy zaichik."
Riptide didn't speak a lot of Russian, but terms of endearment had a tendency to sound sugary no matter what the language. Still, he could let it go this time. No reason to ruin the moment they'd both worked so hard for. Azazel was quiet again, kissing his neck and stroking his back until he finished.
Azazel dropped off right away, exhausted as he was, his tail still wrapped affectionately around Riptide’s thigh. Whatever this was-and it was anyone’s guess, really-it seemed to be working.
That was enough for him.
Fin
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ahahahahahahaha
you are a beautiful anon. bravo.
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And "moy zaichik"... :D
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Loved every word of it because it was both sexy and romantic. It was a thing of beauty.
Please write more, anon!
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lol @ 'My little rabbit'!
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