He took his bottle of massage oil out of the cupboard and poured some on Pheobus’ chest. Normally, it was supposed to be heated, but he hadn’t had the time to prepare. Pheobus jolted when the cold liquid connected with flesh, then groaned when Clopin straddled his hips, working the oil into skin and muscle. He worked down, from the shoulders to his sides, focusing to stop himself from grinding on the cock pressed against his ass. Pheobus strained his hips upwards, seeking leverage, but Clopin was seated just far enough not to give him any friction.
Finally, the oil reached his thighs. Clopin moved away again, massaging first down, then up, covering the twitching cock from base to tip in the warmed, slippery liquid.
Pheobus grabbed him and dragged him into a kiss, ignoring his attempts to get up and finish what he’d started. Pheobus palmed a handful of his ass with one hand, and a smear of oil with the other. With Clopin’s erection pressed between their stomachs, he had all the leverage he needed to lift his hips, part his ass and push into the opening.
Clopin choked on a moan. “Somehow, I forgot you knew how to do this,”
“You have more tricks than I’m used to, but I’m not ignorant,” Pheobus admitted, working his finger deeper inside of him. Clopin shivered, fighting himself not to push back, biting back moans as Pheobus pressed the sensitive passage of his inner walls.
And then he reached the prostate. Clopin gave a very undignified yelp.
“Who was your reviewer? You don’t sound like an altissimo,”
“No need to strain at the start of the show,” Clopin gasped. He bucked and whined as Pheobus pushed a second finger inside. “One should always save the aria for last,”
“With a reputation like yours, I’m eager to hear it,” Pheobus said.
“If you keep doing that, the show will be much shorter than expected,” Clopin moaned, grinding away at Pheobus’ stomach. Pheobus lifted him away from the warmth of his chest, still fucking him open with his fingers. Clopin left a string of come across his stomach.
“You do really like this,” Pheobus remarked.
“I do, actually,” Clopin said, wrapping his fingers around Pheobus’ wrist and pulling him away. He lifted Pheobus’ knees and pushed himself onto Pheobus’ cock, whimpering. Pheobus guided him gently down until he’d been swallowed to the hilt.
Clopin stilled, shuddering, as he adjusted.
“Are you alright?” Pheobus asked. Clopin nodded. He was hot and tight around Pheobus, and he resisted the urge to thrust upward.
“You look far too worried for someone sharing my bed- why won’t you relax?” Clopin suggested, flicking Pheobus’ nose. He rolled his hips, and hissed. “If I were to judge only your expression, I’d think you were performing surgery instead of trying for a Bishop,”
“It’s been some time since my last biology lesson, but I believe a woman needs to be involved for the production of a Bishop,” Pheobus said.
“You were a solider less than an hour ago, now you’re training to be a doctor,” Clopin said, lifting himself on Pheobus’ knees and then pushing down again. “The sabre has become a scalpel,”
Part six FINALLY FINISHED
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June 9 2010, 14:23:25 UTC
“It’s been an educational experience,” Pheobus admitted, gripping Clopin’s hip to steady him. The gypsy gathered his knees beneath him to quicken his thrusts, bracing himself against Pheobus’ chest. Pheobus’ hips snapped forward, and the shock caused Clopin to cry out.
He clapped a hand across his mouth. Pheobus drove up again and heard a small gasp break free.
“I was promised an aria,” Pheobus reminded him.
“The devil take your aria,” Clopin moaned, grinding down on Pheobus’ cock. Pheobus dragged him into another kiss, rolling him onto his back.
“The devil takes too long,” Pheobus said. He spread Clopin’s legs and thrust deep inside of him, finally eliciting a groan.
“Varlet,” Clopin gasped. Pheobus pushed Clopin’s leg over his shoulder and pounded into him; the gasps became quicker and more ragged, culminating in soft cries.
Clopin reached up again to stifle the sounds, so Pheobus gathered his wrists in one hand and pushed them over his head. He bent his head and plowed into Clopin, surging towards completion.
“Ay, Santa Maria, la Madonna, nuestro madre de dios, el Senor Jesus Christ-” Clopin rattled off. “Please, touch me,”
“Blasphemy,” Pheobus groaned, wrapping his hand around Clopin’s dick. He spread his thumb across the head, and whatever Clopin tried to say in retaliation unraveled into whimpers.
“I’m about to come,” Pheobus squeaked.
“Yes,” Clopin moaned, bucking into Pheobus’ fist. “That’s fine,”
. Pheobus thrust hard inside the gypsy, and finally Clopin bent his head back and keened as he came in strings across his stomach. Pheobus was not far behind.
Clopin wrenched his wrists free and clapped both hands across his mouth. The gasps echoed in the hollow of his palms. Pheobus wrenched them apart.
“Pater hêmôn ho en toes ouranoes,” Clopin gasped. “Hagiasthêtô to onoma sou…”
“Prayers spoken in such circumstance will have you smote,” Pheobus mumbled.
“I think I have been smote,” Clopin said.
“You flatter me,”
“In the hopes of a repeat performance,” Clopin said, cocking an eyebrow. He looked remarkably like his own Brighelle mask, in the dim light.
“That reminds me,” Pheobus said. “Whatever amateur wrote your last review was an extremist- to a trained ear, you’re obviously a tenor,”
“At least I was in pitch,” Clopin said.
(The ending feels a little sudden to me- I kept looking for a better way to close it, but in all the other endings, they just kept talking. And I wanted to end this long bastard. So, yeah, I ship this, now. Thanks alot, OP)
Re: Part six FINALLY FINISHEDstarsimpulseJune 11 2010, 07:16:52 UTC
okay, this was epic. i haven't seen the movie in years and i adored it. clopin is so cheeky, and just, guh I SHIP THEM LIKE BURNING NOW. *goes off to watch the movie*
Finally, the oil reached his thighs. Clopin moved away again, massaging first down, then up, covering the twitching cock from base to tip in the warmed, slippery liquid.
Pheobus grabbed him and dragged him into a kiss, ignoring his attempts to get up and finish what he’d started. Pheobus palmed a handful of his ass with one hand, and a smear of oil with the other. With Clopin’s erection pressed between their stomachs, he had all the leverage he needed to lift his hips, part his ass and push into the opening.
Clopin choked on a moan. “Somehow, I forgot you knew how to do this,”
“You have more tricks than I’m used to, but I’m not ignorant,” Pheobus admitted, working his finger deeper inside of him. Clopin shivered, fighting himself not to push back, biting back moans as Pheobus pressed the sensitive passage of his inner walls.
And then he reached the prostate. Clopin gave a very undignified yelp.
“Who was your reviewer? You don’t sound like an altissimo,”
“No need to strain at the start of the show,” Clopin gasped. He bucked and whined as Pheobus pushed a second finger inside. “One should always save the aria for last,”
“With a reputation like yours, I’m eager to hear it,” Pheobus said.
“If you keep doing that, the show will be much shorter than expected,” Clopin moaned, grinding away at Pheobus’ stomach. Pheobus lifted him away from the warmth of his chest, still fucking him open with his fingers. Clopin left a string of come across his stomach.
“You do really like this,” Pheobus remarked.
“I do, actually,” Clopin said, wrapping his fingers around Pheobus’ wrist and pulling him away. He lifted Pheobus’ knees and pushed himself onto Pheobus’ cock, whimpering. Pheobus guided him gently down until he’d been swallowed to the hilt.
Clopin stilled, shuddering, as he adjusted.
“Are you alright?” Pheobus asked. Clopin nodded. He was hot and tight around Pheobus, and he resisted the urge to thrust upward.
“You look far too worried for someone sharing my bed- why won’t you relax?” Clopin suggested, flicking Pheobus’ nose. He rolled his hips, and hissed. “If I were to judge only your expression, I’d think you were performing surgery instead of trying for a Bishop,”
“It’s been some time since my last biology lesson, but I believe a woman needs to be involved for the production of a Bishop,” Pheobus said.
“You were a solider less than an hour ago, now you’re training to be a doctor,” Clopin said, lifting himself on Pheobus’ knees and then pushing down again. “The sabre has become a scalpel,”
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He clapped a hand across his mouth. Pheobus drove up again and heard a small gasp break free.
“I was promised an aria,” Pheobus reminded him.
“The devil take your aria,” Clopin moaned, grinding down on Pheobus’ cock. Pheobus dragged him into another kiss, rolling him onto his back.
“The devil takes too long,” Pheobus said. He spread Clopin’s legs and thrust deep inside of him, finally eliciting a groan.
“Varlet,” Clopin gasped. Pheobus pushed Clopin’s leg over his shoulder and pounded into him; the gasps became quicker and more ragged, culminating in soft cries.
Clopin reached up again to stifle the sounds, so Pheobus gathered his wrists in one hand and pushed them over his head. He bent his head and plowed into Clopin, surging towards completion.
“Ay, Santa Maria, la Madonna, nuestro madre de dios, el Senor Jesus Christ-” Clopin rattled off. “Please, touch me,”
“Blasphemy,” Pheobus groaned, wrapping his hand around Clopin’s dick. He spread his thumb across the head, and whatever Clopin tried to say in retaliation unraveled into whimpers.
“I’m about to come,” Pheobus squeaked.
“Yes,” Clopin moaned, bucking into Pheobus’ fist. “That’s fine,”
. Pheobus thrust hard inside the gypsy, and finally Clopin bent his head back and keened as he came in strings across his stomach. Pheobus was not far behind.
Clopin wrenched his wrists free and clapped both hands across his mouth. The gasps echoed in the hollow of his palms. Pheobus wrenched them apart.
“Pater hêmôn ho en toes ouranoes,” Clopin gasped. “Hagiasthêtô to onoma sou…”
“Prayers spoken in such circumstance will have you smote,” Pheobus mumbled.
“I think I have been smote,” Clopin said.
“You flatter me,”
“In the hopes of a repeat performance,” Clopin said, cocking an eyebrow. He looked remarkably like his own Brighelle mask, in the dim light.
“That reminds me,” Pheobus said. “Whatever amateur wrote your last review was an extremist- to a trained ear, you’re obviously a tenor,”
“At least I was in pitch,” Clopin said.
(The ending feels a little sudden to me- I kept looking for a better way to close it, but in all the other endings, they just kept talking. And I wanted to end this long bastard. So, yeah, I ship this, now. Thanks alot, OP)
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Haha, not enough people ship it.
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BANTERY SEX. NNNNGH.
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I weep from all the witticisms and charm. And sex. Never forget the sex.
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