Fic: You can’t experience a little pleasure…
The next part to ...Without a little pain... and in my opinion, it really isn't that great. I had it going strong in the beginning, but than it all fell downwards towards the end. I didn't have a caffeine induced high like last night. :/
Rating:M
A/N: Let’s warm things up a bit, shall we? OH! Notice the title yet? Ever hear that quote before, or maybe it’s just me? Anywho…this one’s gonna be a lot shorter than the last, but I promise it’ll be good. >D
Hey, Kristi, should I just post my stuff to covenantslash and get it over with?
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The heavy haze of exhaustion lifted itself quickly and cruelly from Pogue’s subconscious, jerking him awake and causing him to shoot up in bed. Not the smartest idea though.
The damage from the previous night was evident, his body ached heavily from fighting against the power; he felt woozy, in a daze from all the blood he had lost. Dizzy, woozy, and confused, certainly not the ways to wake up in…the middle of the afternoon.
Caleb, he wanted so badly to call, his mind still spinning, needing some comfort.
Almost as if his thoughts were being answered, his lover gently pushed open the door to his room, chocolate brown eyes becoming lighter upon the sight of Pogue awake.
“Thank God you’re alright,” He whispered, pushing the door closed behind him. The smile on his face faltered, his brows drawing together when those green eyes held an almost unfamiliar light, “Pogue… baby,”
The younger son merely swallowed, hissing softly when a warm palm cupped his cheek, tilting his head up gently. The gaze that returned his was soft, understanding,
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” Caleb murmured gently, leaning forward to press a kiss to full lips.
“Em,” Pogue moaned out, his hand burying in his lover’s thick, dark hair, while his eyes fell shut. He would never admit it, but his ascension had left him overly sensitive, a lot of pain in comparison to just a little pleasure. What could happen with so much more?
Wasting absolutely no time, the eldest son snaked his hand down over his bare chest - doing so after such a long night - and trailed blunt nails over the sculpted plains, listening to the heavy breathing in delight. He eagerly pulled his lips away in favor of pressing them against his pulse, his tongue slipping out to lap upwards slowly, and sinfully.
“Shit…” the younger man moaned out, his muscles tightening up at the minor touch, all coherent thoughts falling short to his moans,
Caleb smirked against tanned flesh, his canine running along the red marking that had begun to form, whilst skilled hands slid both Pogue’s shorts, and boxers away in favor of reaching for the tube of lube on the nightstand.
Hungry brown eyes trailed over his meal, drinking in the mussed brown locks, the wanton hunter green eyes, and the flushed skin. Good enough to eat, and yet…he wanted to take care of him more, adore him, better yet, he wanted to play with his food…
“Caleb,” Pogue rasped, his voice still shot from his screams. He reached out in an attempt to trail his fingertips along the lightly tanned skin before him, stopping due to his breath hitching, “God…”
“Heh,” The eldest son smiled, his lubed finger circling around the puckered muscle, making sure to go slowly as he teased his finger into his lover, “Pogue
Slowly, his finger moved in and out of his entrance, slicking him with lube while watching the sight before him.
Usually, Pogue topped in most of their sexcapades, however, when he didn’t, when he allowed himself to be open and vulnerable, Caleb reveled in the picture painted before him. Lips most likely swollen from kisses, - and biting his lower lip - would be ajar, moans slipping past the pink, pouty petals, a small flush taking to the expanse of that sexy body while his hands fisted at a pillow or the blanket, anything to fight into reality.
He looked like he was coming undone, and it was simply stunning, just as he appeared now.
Again painstakingly slowly, Caleb added another finger, this time making sure to aim deep in his penetration, aiming for that one spot that could and would make Pogue scream out in ecstasy. Instead of a scream though, a drawn out whine was what he earned, the picture of perfection placed before his very eyes.
“I love it when you come undone, baby,” He whispered into Pogue’s ear, his tongue trailing up along the shell before he began to nibble at it, his fingers still moving at the torturously slow rhythm of stretching and rubbing, surely driving the younger son crazy, “so sexy, just wanna make love to you…”
“Caleb,” He whimpered out, his back arching, his body going haywire; so much delicious pleasure from such simplicity, “please…”
“Anything for you,” Caleb whispered, his voice deep and husky, his dark eyes mirroring the lust that echoed in his voice.
His heart swelled, the adoration causing the flushed to become much darker as his hands slid downwards to remove Caleb’s clothing, leaving him completely nude to hazy, hunter green eyes.
“Do it,” He whispered out, the words barely leaving his mouth for Caleb leaned down and captured those full lips in a kiss, his tongue delving into the hot cavern.
No words were needed after that order, the oldest son far too busy lubing up his aching erection before spreading Pogue’s legs wide and settling between them.
“Em,” the younger of the two whined out in ecstasy the moment the head of his lover’s cock pushed past his ring of muscle. Damn, it had been so long since he was bottom; he had forgotten just how big Caleb was…
He moved agonizingly slow, forcing Pogue to take it all in, even though his own mind was clouded with desire. If he didn’t move faster, his dick was sure to explode.
“Move,” - One word, that was all it took for the eldest son to start a slow rhythm, lips pressing to an already exploited pulse as he moved about.
“Fell so good, baby, so good,” Caleb growled, thrusting harder, listening to those moans spilling forth, “talk to me, baby,”
“Emmmm,” Came the long moan from Pogue’s lips, the sound beyond oozy sex, but so much more. A whine and a whimper combined into one, causing Caleb to hiss out, his hips snapping forwards, but only once, “feels so big, fuck Cay…”
Chocolate brown met hunter green for but a moment, as another breathtaking kiss was shared, the oldest son’s hand reaching out and wrapping around his lover’s aching hard shaft, pumping him in time with powerful thrusts.
“Cay! Gonna…” He wailed with a broken, husky voice, hips arching upwards to bury Caleb to the hilt. He threw his head back, a loud gultural moan becoming the loudest thing in the room as he came, covering his stomach as well as his lover’s hand.
It was another beautiful sight, something one would have to see to see just how beautiful Pogue was when he came undone. His face flushed, and his depthless green orbs glazed over in satisfaction while his hair spilled out on the black pillowcase; he just looked thoroughly fucked, and it truly was a gorgeous sight.
“Shit…” Caleb groaned out, following Pogue in a blissful orgasm, his body tensing up, only for his bones to melt leading him to falling forward onto his lover.
Their pants were the only sounds that filled the room, save for the shifting sounds the oldest son made when he pulled out, and went against his own judgment to Use to clean them up. He rolled off of Pogue, sitting a little higher up to watch him.
A smile broke out across Caleb’s face, glad to see that that confusion had left his eyes, now filled with mere exhaustion, and satisfaction, his long brown hair a sexy muss that truly suited him. He could help it as his hand reached out, threading in the silken strands, cooing over Pogue like the mother hen he was teased to be.
“Em, too tired,” Pogue grumbled, rather purred, his eyes falling shut from the feeling.
“Whatever you say,” he mused with a smirk
You can’t experience a little pleasure…without a little pain
Fin~
Rating:M
A/N: Let’s warm things up a bit, shall we? OH! Notice the title yet? Ever hear that quote before, or maybe it’s just me? Anywho…this one’s gonna be a lot shorter than the last, but I promise it’ll be good. >D
Hey, Kristi, should I just post my stuff to covenantslash and get it over with?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The heavy haze of exhaustion lifted itself quickly and cruelly from Pogue’s subconscious, jerking him awake and causing him to shoot up in bed. Not the smartest idea though.
The damage from the previous night was evident, his body ached heavily from fighting against the power; he felt woozy, in a daze from all the blood he had lost. Dizzy, woozy, and confused, certainly not the ways to wake up in…the middle of the afternoon.
Caleb, he wanted so badly to call, his mind still spinning, needing some comfort.
Almost as if his thoughts were being answered, his lover gently pushed open the door to his room, chocolate brown eyes becoming lighter upon the sight of Pogue awake.
“Thank God you’re alright,” He whispered, pushing the door closed behind him. The smile on his face faltered, his brows drawing together when those green eyes held an almost unfamiliar light, “Pogue… baby,”
The younger son merely swallowed, hissing softly when a warm palm cupped his cheek, tilting his head up gently. The gaze that returned his was soft, understanding,
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” Caleb murmured gently, leaning forward to press a kiss to full lips.
“Em,” Pogue moaned out, his hand burying in his lover’s thick, dark hair, while his eyes fell shut. He would never admit it, but his ascension had left him overly sensitive, a lot of pain in comparison to just a little pleasure. What could happen with so much more?
Wasting absolutely no time, the eldest son snaked his hand down over his bare chest - doing so after such a long night - and trailed blunt nails over the sculpted plains, listening to the heavy breathing in delight. He eagerly pulled his lips away in favor of pressing them against his pulse, his tongue slipping out to lap upwards slowly, and sinfully.
“Shit…” the younger man moaned out, his muscles tightening up at the minor touch, all coherent thoughts falling short to his moans,
Caleb smirked against tanned flesh, his canine running along the red marking that had begun to form, whilst skilled hands slid both Pogue’s shorts, and boxers away in favor of reaching for the tube of lube on the nightstand.
Hungry brown eyes trailed over his meal, drinking in the mussed brown locks, the wanton hunter green eyes, and the flushed skin. Good enough to eat, and yet…he wanted to take care of him more, adore him, better yet, he wanted to play with his food…
“Caleb,” Pogue rasped, his voice still shot from his screams. He reached out in an attempt to trail his fingertips along the lightly tanned skin before him, stopping due to his breath hitching, “God…”
“Heh,” The eldest son smiled, his lubed finger circling around the puckered muscle, making sure to go slowly as he teased his finger into his lover, “Pogue
Slowly, his finger moved in and out of his entrance, slicking him with lube while watching the sight before him.
Usually, Pogue topped in most of their sexcapades, however, when he didn’t, when he allowed himself to be open and vulnerable, Caleb reveled in the picture painted before him. Lips most likely swollen from kisses, - and biting his lower lip - would be ajar, moans slipping past the pink, pouty petals, a small flush taking to the expanse of that sexy body while his hands fisted at a pillow or the blanket, anything to fight into reality.
He looked like he was coming undone, and it was simply stunning, just as he appeared now.
Again painstakingly slowly, Caleb added another finger, this time making sure to aim deep in his penetration, aiming for that one spot that could and would make Pogue scream out in ecstasy. Instead of a scream though, a drawn out whine was what he earned, the picture of perfection placed before his very eyes.
“I love it when you come undone, baby,” He whispered into Pogue’s ear, his tongue trailing up along the shell before he began to nibble at it, his fingers still moving at the torturously slow rhythm of stretching and rubbing, surely driving the younger son crazy, “so sexy, just wanna make love to you…”
“Caleb,” He whimpered out, his back arching, his body going haywire; so much delicious pleasure from such simplicity, “please…”
“Anything for you,” Caleb whispered, his voice deep and husky, his dark eyes mirroring the lust that echoed in his voice.
His heart swelled, the adoration causing the flushed to become much darker as his hands slid downwards to remove Caleb’s clothing, leaving him completely nude to hazy, hunter green eyes.
“Do it,” He whispered out, the words barely leaving his mouth for Caleb leaned down and captured those full lips in a kiss, his tongue delving into the hot cavern.
No words were needed after that order, the oldest son far too busy lubing up his aching erection before spreading Pogue’s legs wide and settling between them.
“Em,” the younger of the two whined out in ecstasy the moment the head of his lover’s cock pushed past his ring of muscle. Damn, it had been so long since he was bottom; he had forgotten just how big Caleb was…
He moved agonizingly slow, forcing Pogue to take it all in, even though his own mind was clouded with desire. If he didn’t move faster, his dick was sure to explode.
“Move,” - One word, that was all it took for the eldest son to start a slow rhythm, lips pressing to an already exploited pulse as he moved about.
“Fell so good, baby, so good,” Caleb growled, thrusting harder, listening to those moans spilling forth, “talk to me, baby,”
“Emmmm,” Came the long moan from Pogue’s lips, the sound beyond oozy sex, but so much more. A whine and a whimper combined into one, causing Caleb to hiss out, his hips snapping forwards, but only once, “feels so big, fuck Cay…”
Chocolate brown met hunter green for but a moment, as another breathtaking kiss was shared, the oldest son’s hand reaching out and wrapping around his lover’s aching hard shaft, pumping him in time with powerful thrusts.
“Cay! Gonna…” He wailed with a broken, husky voice, hips arching upwards to bury Caleb to the hilt. He threw his head back, a loud gultural moan becoming the loudest thing in the room as he came, covering his stomach as well as his lover’s hand.
It was another beautiful sight, something one would have to see to see just how beautiful Pogue was when he came undone. His face flushed, and his depthless green orbs glazed over in satisfaction while his hair spilled out on the black pillowcase; he just looked thoroughly fucked, and it truly was a gorgeous sight.
“Shit…” Caleb groaned out, following Pogue in a blissful orgasm, his body tensing up, only for his bones to melt leading him to falling forward onto his lover.
Their pants were the only sounds that filled the room, save for the shifting sounds the oldest son made when he pulled out, and went against his own judgment to Use to clean them up. He rolled off of Pogue, sitting a little higher up to watch him.
A smile broke out across Caleb’s face, glad to see that that confusion had left his eyes, now filled with mere exhaustion, and satisfaction, his long brown hair a sexy muss that truly suited him. He could help it as his hand reached out, threading in the silken strands, cooing over Pogue like the mother hen he was teased to be.
“Em, too tired,” Pogue grumbled, rather purred, his eyes falling shut from the feeling.
“Whatever you say,” he mused with a smirk
You can’t experience a little pleasure…without a little pain
Fin~