Filled! A Little Celebration (1/2)pooglicornOctober 28 2010, 16:28:04 UTC
Lumiere had Cogsworth by the hand as soon as he had a free moment, slipping away from prying eyes and down an empty hallway in a hurry.
“Get your waxy paws off me,” Cogsworth said indignantly, pulling away from Lumiere’s grasp, only for the thinner man to push him unceremoniously through the nearest open door. He stumbled, backing away to steady himself against the opposite wall, fixing Lumiere with a sort of shocked and impatient glare.
Lumiere threw the door shut behind him and crossed the room to press himself up against Cogsworth, forcing body heat to mingle, grinning that lazily charming grin of his all the while. Cogsworth stifled a gasp, raised an eyebrow, and waited to see if Lumiere had a point to make.
“We are human again, Cogsworth!” said Lumiere, practically purring, letting Cogsworth’s name roll off his tongue like some sweet dessert. “My hands are many things--” he gently raked his long fingers up and down Cogsworth’s body to accentuate his point -- “but they are no longer waxy.” He breathed the last word out against Cogsworth’s lips, somehow making it sound positively pornographic.
Cogsworth bit his lip and stared awkwardly at Lumiere’s eyes, any trace of anger melting away as Lumiere nudged their noses together and brushed his lips lightly over Cogsworth’s cheek. Cogsworth broke into a wide-eyed smile and giggled nervously.
“So, considering this very…fortunate state of affairs,” he continued, placing his palms firmly over Cogsworth’s hips, “what do you say we…indulge in a little celebration?” He rolled his hips forward, rubbing up against Cogsworth, who gasped freely this time, eyes fluttering shut and blood rushing to his face and God, yes, the things they could do to each other now, things they hadn’t been able to for so very long.
“After all,” said Lumiere, punctuating these words by dipping his head to run his tongue over Cogsworth’s neck. He pressed the tip of his tongue firmly into the pulse point at the join of neck and jaw, at which Cogsworth gave out a fluttery little moan. Then he pulled back ever so slightly to whisper in Cogsworth’s ear, “I think we both deserve it.”
“Oh, yes, oh my yes,” Cogsworth said weakly, and Lumiere responded with a sharp buck of his hips. “Oh!” Cogsworth cried out, melting into hot butter already, all this pent-up arousal and denial and frustration finally able to come to a head. Ten years! Ten years he’d gone without being able to have even so much as a quick tug by himself in a darkened room. Back in a human body, all those former restrictions finally lifted, it was almost too much for him to take all at once but he needed it so badly.
Deft fingers worked at the buttons of his trousers and soon he felt Lumiere’s slender hand wrapping around his cock, positively throbbing with want and leaking at the tip. Lumiere started to work his hand up and down the shaft and Cogsworth could barely contain himself. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and he felt a little ashamed but after all this time he just needed to come. “L-Lumiere!” he moaned quietly, sounds of pleasure tumbling from his lips after the name. “Lumiere, I’m--” he didn’t finish his sentence before his whole body tensed up, and in a wave of pleasure so great it was painful, he climaxed, hot sticky white fluid spilling onto Lumiere’s hand and both their clothing. “Oh!” he squeaked as Lumiere stroked him through his orgasm with a quiet, indulgent smile.
“Get your waxy paws off me,” Cogsworth said indignantly, pulling away from Lumiere’s grasp, only for the thinner man to push him unceremoniously through the nearest open door. He stumbled, backing away to steady himself against the opposite wall, fixing Lumiere with a sort of shocked and impatient glare.
Lumiere threw the door shut behind him and crossed the room to press himself up against Cogsworth, forcing body heat to mingle, grinning that lazily charming grin of his all the while. Cogsworth stifled a gasp, raised an eyebrow, and waited to see if Lumiere had a point to make.
“We are human again, Cogsworth!” said Lumiere, practically purring, letting Cogsworth’s name roll off his tongue like some sweet dessert. “My hands are many things--” he gently raked his long fingers up and down Cogsworth’s body to accentuate his point -- “but they are no longer waxy.” He breathed the last word out against Cogsworth’s lips, somehow making it sound positively pornographic.
Cogsworth bit his lip and stared awkwardly at Lumiere’s eyes, any trace of anger melting away as Lumiere nudged their noses together and brushed his lips lightly over Cogsworth’s cheek. Cogsworth broke into a wide-eyed smile and giggled nervously.
“So, considering this very…fortunate state of affairs,” he continued, placing his palms firmly over Cogsworth’s hips, “what do you say we…indulge in a little celebration?” He rolled his hips forward, rubbing up against Cogsworth, who gasped freely this time, eyes fluttering shut and blood rushing to his face and God, yes, the things they could do to each other now, things they hadn’t been able to for so very long.
“After all,” said Lumiere, punctuating these words by dipping his head to run his tongue over Cogsworth’s neck. He pressed the tip of his tongue firmly into the pulse point at the join of neck and jaw, at which Cogsworth gave out a fluttery little moan. Then he pulled back ever so slightly to whisper in Cogsworth’s ear, “I think we both deserve it.”
“Oh, yes, oh my yes,” Cogsworth said weakly, and Lumiere responded with a sharp buck of his hips. “Oh!” Cogsworth cried out, melting into hot butter already, all this pent-up arousal and denial and frustration finally able to come to a head. Ten years! Ten years he’d gone without being able to have even so much as a quick tug by himself in a darkened room. Back in a human body, all those former restrictions finally lifted, it was almost too much for him to take all at once but he needed it so badly.
Deft fingers worked at the buttons of his trousers and soon he felt Lumiere’s slender hand wrapping around his cock, positively throbbing with want and leaking at the tip. Lumiere started to work his hand up and down the shaft and Cogsworth could barely contain himself. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and he felt a little ashamed but after all this time he just needed to come. “L-Lumiere!” he moaned quietly, sounds of pleasure tumbling from his lips after the name. “Lumiere, I’m--” he didn’t finish his sentence before his whole body tensed up, and in a wave of pleasure so great it was painful, he climaxed, hot sticky white fluid spilling onto Lumiere’s hand and both their clothing. “Oh!” he squeaked as Lumiere stroked him through his orgasm with a quiet, indulgent smile.
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