feline
II-Ohno
You reminded me of a cat as you sauntered into the room: graceful, territorial, and proudly unapologetic. The room was your own little playground to do as you pleased...
I was only a guest in your quiet little space, where neatly shelved books stood in a sea of clothes, strewn every which way. There are patches of purple to be found here and there, a pair of black designer jeans flung carelessly onto the chair by the window, and an assortment of priceless trinkets and oddments in various corners of the room. At the center of the chaos, is your vanity table-- dustless, and immaculately clean; lined with small, dainty bottles, each containing mysterious scents and potions . Your room was an organized mess, uncharacteristic of your pristine, spotless house yet it was where you felt the most at ease. It was a place where your mask fell and your emotions are left open and unguarded. It was a sacred place where only a chosen few were allowed and I consider myself lucky to have been invited.
"I keep meaning to clean it up," you told me, "but it all ends up on the floor after a week ..." a slight blush tinged your cheeks, as you shrugged in apology while you cleared up some space on your bed to accommodate me.
I watched you undress and slip into a pair of silken, baby blue pajamas. The heavy rain pounded on the roof and on your windows, as we busied ourselves with getting warm and comfortable. You lent me a pair of socks and handed me a soft woolen blanket smelling faintly of lavender and jasmine, much like your soft, fluffy pillows.
I lapsed into my usual habit of daydreaming, and staring blankly into space, as you padded your way towards me, and placed a pillow on my lap. I remember looking down at your sweet, contented smile, while the soft pillow cradled your head and your curls framed your small, kittenish face. Your arms reached out for a book by the bedside table, and your hands gingerly opened the book to the page it was marked. With one leg stretched out, the other bent, and red-rimmed glasses perched up your nose you began to lose yourself in your novel.
As you lay there immersed in a different world, I reached out to comb through your unruly curls, watching as your small, heart-shaped face changed its expressions- the slight furrowing of your brows, a twitch of your lips, a little wrinkling of the nose... Before long I was too immersed in watching your face, I wasn't quite aware that my hands strayed down to your forehead, to tuck a stray lock behind your ear, back up to the arch of each brow, where my finger slid down to trace the slope of your aquiline nose and remove your glasses. Another hand found itself under your ears, moving down to your chin, pulling it up to take a better look at your face...
I vaguely remember a soft voice calling my name... but my mind was too hazy to bother with details. I remember being fixated on your lips-- soft, pink, and slightly swollen, reminding me of a ripe cherry, begging to be plucked.
"Ohno...?" you repeated, louder this time...
You looked up, face flushed, a hint of confusion in your eyes. I felt your warm breath ghost over my skin as I slipped a finger in to explore the moist caverns of your mouth-- growing warmer, as my finger got acquainted with your tongue.
Seeing your flushed face with your warm wet mouth and your swollen lips pursed around my fingers was was simply too sinful.
Heart racing, and my body feverish, I slipped away from under the pillow and straddled you as I bent down to claim your lips, while my hands journeyed down to other parts of your body; my mouth getting familiar with the taste of your skin.
"Please..." you begged as I pinched a pert nipple, while your hips eagerly ground against mine.
"Ohno..." a small whimper,as your hands vainly tried to remove my shirt. I sat up and flung both our shirts to some corner of the room as I went back to devouring your mouth, while I slid a hand down to palm you through the thin fabric of your briefs, reveling in your heat and your frustration as you tried to arch into my hand.
"Oh god! Don't stop!"
I know that it's cruel, but I like seeing you like this-- wanton; unguarded.
I sat up and watched as you squirmed.
Your wild hair was drenched in sweat while you thrashed about with your eyes squeezed shut. Your fingers were tightly fisted in the sheets, and your hips urgently bucked into my palm while I slipped into a slower, more controlled rhythm. I listened to you moan and sigh as you dropped my name in a litany of curses and threats as your frustration mounted...
You sat up, and in one uncoordinated movement tried to slip off of your pants. I tried to hide my amusement as I gently swatted your hands away and slid the silken garment off, along with your underwear and threw them away along with mine.
I slid back onto your lap; your sweat-slicked skin hot against mine as our cocks brushed against each other. I slipped my finger into your mouth once more as I rubbed both our erections, building up a frenzied pace until we came-- my hands wet and sticky with our cum, and my back lined with angry red scratches. Your grip on my hips slackened, one arm coming up around my back, drawing me in for one, last, deep kiss before we both fell onto the bed and your eyes slid shut, as you finally gave in to exhaustion.
************
After managing the strength to finally sit up, I rummaged your room for a box of tissues and wiped us both clean. I pulled you back up on to the bed and laid your head down the pillow as you murmured unintelligible things in your sleep. Looking down at your peaceful face, I placed one last kiss on your lips before pulling the covers over both of us and slipping my arms around your waist.
You reminded me of a cat as you sauntered into the room: graceful, territorial, and proudly unapologetic. The room was your own little playground to do as you pleased...
I was only a guest in your quiet little space, where neatly shelved books stood in a sea of clothes, strewn every which way. There are patches of purple to be found here and there, a pair of black designer jeans flung carelessly onto the chair by the window, and an assortment of priceless trinkets and oddments in various corners of the room. At the center of the chaos, is your vanity table-- dustless, and immaculately clean; lined with small, dainty bottles, each containing mysterious scents and potions . Your room was an organized mess, uncharacteristic of your pristine, spotless house yet it was where you felt the most at ease. It was a place where your mask fell and your emotions are left open and unguarded. It was a sacred place where only a chosen few were allowed and I consider myself lucky to have been invited.
"I keep meaning to clean it up," you told me, "but it all ends up on the floor after a week ..." a slight blush tinged your cheeks, as you shrugged in apology while you cleared up some space on your bed to accommodate me.
I watched you undress and slip into a pair of silken, baby blue pajamas. The heavy rain pounded on the roof and on your windows, as we busied ourselves with getting warm and comfortable. You lent me a pair of socks and handed me a soft woolen blanket smelling faintly of lavender and jasmine, much like your soft, fluffy pillows.
I lapsed into my usual habit of daydreaming, and staring blankly into space, as you padded your way towards me, and placed a pillow on my lap. I remember looking down at your sweet, contented smile, while the soft pillow cradled your head and your curls framed your small, kittenish face. Your arms reached out for a book by the bedside table, and your hands gingerly opened the book to the page it was marked. With one leg stretched out, the other bent, and red-rimmed glasses perched up your nose you began to lose yourself in your novel.
As you lay there immersed in a different world, I reached out to comb through your unruly curls, watching as your small, heart-shaped face changed its expressions- the slight furrowing of your brows, a twitch of your lips, a little wrinkling of the nose... Before long I was too immersed in watching your face, I wasn't quite aware that my hands strayed down to your forehead, to tuck a stray lock behind your ear, back up to the arch of each brow, where my finger slid down to trace the slope of your aquiline nose and remove your glasses. Another hand found itself under your ears, moving down to your chin, pulling it up to take a better look at your face...
I vaguely remember a soft voice calling my name... but my mind was too hazy to bother with details. I remember being fixated on your lips-- soft, pink, and slightly swollen, reminding me of a ripe cherry, begging to be plucked.
"Ohno...?" you repeated, louder this time...
You looked up, face flushed, a hint of confusion in your eyes. I felt your warm breath ghost over my skin as I slipped a finger in to explore the moist caverns of your mouth-- growing warmer, as my finger got acquainted with your tongue.
Seeing your flushed face with your warm wet mouth and your swollen lips pursed around my fingers was was simply too sinful.
Heart racing, and my body feverish, I slipped away from under the pillow and straddled you as I bent down to claim your lips, while my hands journeyed down to other parts of your body; my mouth getting familiar with the taste of your skin.
"Please..." you begged as I pinched a pert nipple, while your hips eagerly ground against mine.
"Ohno..." a small whimper,as your hands vainly tried to remove my shirt. I sat up and flung both our shirts to some corner of the room as I went back to devouring your mouth, while I slid a hand down to palm you through the thin fabric of your briefs, reveling in your heat and your frustration as you tried to arch into my hand.
"Oh god! Don't stop!"
I know that it's cruel, but I like seeing you like this-- wanton; unguarded.
I sat up and watched as you squirmed.
Your wild hair was drenched in sweat while you thrashed about with your eyes squeezed shut. Your fingers were tightly fisted in the sheets, and your hips urgently bucked into my palm while I slipped into a slower, more controlled rhythm. I listened to you moan and sigh as you dropped my name in a litany of curses and threats as your frustration mounted...
You sat up, and in one uncoordinated movement tried to slip off of your pants. I tried to hide my amusement as I gently swatted your hands away and slid the silken garment off, along with your underwear and threw them away along with mine.
I slid back onto your lap; your sweat-slicked skin hot against mine as our cocks brushed against each other. I slipped my finger into your mouth once more as I rubbed both our erections, building up a frenzied pace until we came-- my hands wet and sticky with our cum, and my back lined with angry red scratches. Your grip on my hips slackened, one arm coming up around my back, drawing me in for one, last, deep kiss before we both fell onto the bed and your eyes slid shut, as you finally gave in to exhaustion.
************
After managing the strength to finally sit up, I rummaged your room for a box of tissues and wiped us both clean. I pulled you back up on to the bed and laid your head down the pillow as you murmured unintelligible things in your sleep. Looking down at your peaceful face, I placed one last kiss on your lips before pulling the covers over both of us and slipping my arms around your waist.