So Close {Part Two}
Title: So Close
Author: afterandalasia
Fandom: Enchanted
Pairing: Edward/Giselle, Nancy/Robert, Giselle/Nancy, Edward/Robert
Rating: Adult
Word count: 2,777 (Total 13,202)
Summary: Nancy and Robert think that they are comfortable in their life, but when the strange young couple of Edward and Giselle move in next door, they find that their lives change in unpredictable, and sometimes troubling, ways.
Notes: As prompted by a wonderful anon at the disney-_kink kink meme: "Hot-partner-switching-sex ending with Nancy/Giselle and Robert/Edward." This version probably came out rather angstier than I originally planned, and a little bit darker, but there's still plenty of smut and what I hope is a relatively fluffy ending.
Part Four
Even once they had a double bed, they tended to curl up close in the night. Most days, Nancy would wake up to find her arms wrapped around Giselle, or the other way round, and frankly she occasionally wondered why they had bothered getting a double at all. Then again, there were other uses for the space than sleeping.
It was a surprise, then, when she awoke one morning to find the bed empty. Nancy rubbed her eyes and looked around in confusion, then smiled softly as she heard singing from elsewhere in the apartment. That explained it. With a yawn, Nancy unfolded herself out of bed and wandered through to the kitchen, where Giselle was fussing over a bunch of flowers on the table.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly.
Giselle looked up, all wide eyes and sweet smile. “I was planning on making breakfast,” she said.
“Before I’m even awake?” Nancy leant hip-first on the table, reaching out to tuck one hand under Giselle’s chin and pull her closer.
“It is our one-month anniversary,” said Giselle softly.
“True,” she replied. “But I have some other ideas for what we could do to celebrate.”
With that, she drew Giselle into a kiss, hearing a soft murmur of satisfaction in response. She slipped her tongue into the woman’s mouth, gently probing, even as she slipped her hands around Giselle’s waist. Giselle all but melted into her, mouth opening up with a sigh.
With every kiss, it was like she learnt just a little more. She cupped Giselle’s jaw with her hands, then let them slip down, pushing straps off shoulders and started to push down her dress.
“Nancy!” Giselle gasped. “In the kitchen…”
She chuckled under her breath. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a present for you waiting in the bedroom.” But then Nancy pressed the tip of her finger to Giselle’s lips, drew down the bodice of her dress a little further - lord, who would have thought a woman going with a bra could be quite so sexy? - and pressed her mouth to Giselle’s breast, tongue tracing a circle around the hardening nipple. Giselle wrapped her lips around the proffered finger in response, and Nancy grinned as she drew a line with her tongue all the way up Giselle’s slight breast.
Both hands wrapped around Giselle’s tiny waist as she pressed one more kiss to the centre of her chest, then straightened up with a toss of her hair. “Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s go get that present.”
“Do I get to unwrap it?” Giselle replied.
“Mmm… I think so,” said Nancy.
Giselle allowed herself to be led by the hand into the bedroom, giving a squeal when Nancy whipped the ribbon from her dress and wrapped it over her eyes but not protesting. It was no work at all to undress her: fingers hooked over the top of her dress and peeling downwards was enough to remove the dress, the stockings and the underwear beneath all in one go, and Nancy placed a gentle kiss on each thigh as Giselle stepped delicately out of her clothes and stood, gloriously naked, in front of her.
“Your turn,” Nancy said softly.
Biting her lip and suppressing giggles, Giselle reached out blindly until her hands fell onto Nancy’s shoulders. One hand drifted up to brush over Nancy’s neck, then to push her hair back, then she slid her hands down and started struggling with the intricacies of the buttons on Nancy’s pyjama top. Nancy watched the concentration on her face, parted lips and tongue stuck slightly out, and the only thing that stopped her from grabbing Giselle and kissing her all over again is the thought that, if she tried that, she might never get this pyjama top taken off.
Finally, Giselle conquered the buttons, and apparently chose to celebrate this victory by running her hands, slowly and hungrily, over Nancy’s stomach, up to her shoulders, and then down again to cover her breasts. She moved her hands slowly, almost massaging, rubbing her thumbs against Nancy’s nipples and drawing a sigh. Nancy shrugged off the top, letting her skin breathe once again, as Giselle bent down to slowly lick Nancy’s belly.
It made her gasp, though it was hardly the first time that Giselle had done such a thing. Giselle responded with a soft bite, hardly a touch with her teeth at all, then continued lowering herself down, drawing Nancy’s pyjama bottoms with her. She ran her hands slowly back up Nancy’s legs, pressing palms to skin, rising slowly until her face was on a level with Nancy’s sex.
“Can I have my present now?” she said, laughter in her voice, as she ran the very tips of her fingers over Nancy’s curls. Nancy ran her hand through the glorious red hair in response.
“Oh, this is only the first part,” she replied.
Giselle laughed again, muttered something that might have been ‘thank goodness’, and bent down to kiss the crease of Nancy’s thigh once again. She bought one hand up, trailing oh, so lightly over Nancy’s skin, teasingly soft. A sigh escaped Nancy’s lips, but Giselle did not look round, her expression intent beneath the blindfold that she wore still. She raised her hand again, this time letting the tip of her finger just slip between Nancy’s lower lips, cool against the heat, all the way through to the front.
Desire swelled in her chest, but Nancy forced herself to keep standing, breathing deeply, as Giselle used both hands to gently push Nancy’s legs apart a little, before leaning in and simply breathing, slow and cool, across her skin. Nancy gasped; that was new. A pause, and then Giselle breathed again, the sensation rolling across heated skin, and finally - it felt like finally - giving a delicate lick to the skin. With her mouth she explored all over again, tracing every inch of Nancy’s skin, her breath feeling less cold as she began to almost pant. Her tongue picked out each sensitive point, not just the clitoris but each place that made Nancy sigh or draw in her breath, before reaching to play with her tongue at Nancy’s entrance.
Giselle’s nose brushed her skin, and Nancy shivered with a fresh rush of desire. It made Giselle pause; tilting her head up slightly, she said, “Is everything okay?”
“Oh yes,” said Nancy breathlessly. She hooked her hands beneath Giselle’s arms, drew her to her feet, and began to gently walk her backwards. When Giselle’s legs bumped against the bed, she pushed her back playfully. “Lie down. I’ll just be a moment.”
Perhaps it was just her imagination, or perhaps Giselle’s smile really had become a little more wicked in these past few weeks. Nancy watched as Giselle moved up the bed and then lay back, arms flung wide, hair a fan around her head. Nancy knew full well that she could have just stood there and drunk in the wonderful sight, but she’d be planning this for a while. Crouching down, she drew out a plain cardboard box from under the bed, and from it produced Giselle’s present.
She clambered onto the bed, earning another surprised shriek, and kissed Giselle to make her be quiet. Hands wound into her hair, and Nancy hooked one leg over Giselle’s, rubbing her thigh into the woman’s groin.
“Are you already wet?” she murmured in Giselle’s ear. Giselle, apparently running out of words, simply gave a little moan. “Waiting for this?”
She licked the tip of the toy that she had pulled from under the bed, and ran it down Giselle’s stomach. Giselle gasped and half-sat up, reaching up to pull the blindfold off her eyes, and looked in near-amazement at the slender pale blue shaft that Nancy was still brushing against her stomach.
“Happy anniversary,” Nancy said.
She ran the toy all the way up to Giselle’s lips, tapping it gently against them, until Giselle parted them and licked it in turn. New relationship, new toys, she’d figured; besides, she had tried out of a certain loyalty to Robert to get rid of all of her old ones.
Right now, though, she just wanted to see Giselle’s reaction to it.
She pressed the button on the end and let it buzz to life in her fingers, then dragged it slowly down Giselle’s body again. The tip traced down, and Giselle’s thighs parted for it; Nancy gave a wry smile as she pressed the vibrator lightly against the redhead’s clitoris.
Giselle gasped, tilting her head back and arching her back. It only served to profile her breasts quite perfectly, as Nancy began to work the vibrator back and forth in a slow, rocking motion. As if she had not been aroused enough, the sight of Giselle now gasping and lifting her hips was enough to make her clamp her thighs together tighter.
“Is that good?” Nancy breathed. Giselle nodded, biting her lip again. “Tell me.”
“So good,” said Giselle. “Oh - oh! Please…”
She should have guessed that coherence would be too much to ask for. Capturing Giselle in another heated kissed, Nancy shifted round and with a shift of her wrist slid the shaft inside Giselle. A moan said that she was doing the right thing; gentle thrusts drew more and more ragged breathing as Giselle’s hips started pumping in return.
The toy was getting slick in her hand, Giselle’s gasps becoming more and more needy. Warmth flooded through her as well, warmth of the knowledge that this strange, beautiful, eccentric woman was in her life and heart and bed, alongside the starting of an ache between her thighs. She was watching Giselle’s expression so intently that she did not notice the hand creeping towards her own body until Giselle was reaching with slick fingers for Nancy’s own arousal, coaxing little strokes like the most terrible teasing when Giselle was already panting and whispering in a begging voice for more.
Nancy could feel the pressure building through her body, feel the tensing of her muscles, but her eyes were fixed on Giselle’s expression - half concentration, half distant pleasure - as she withdrew the vibe again, despite a moan of protest, and turned it back to Giselle’s clitoris.
She could see it building, in the way that Giselle caught her breath, in the way that she threw her head back and bent one leg up slightly. As Giselle cried out, back arching, Nancy slid her hand down to feel the clenching of Giselle’s inner muscles, and that as much as the touches against her own body sent the waves of pleasure crashing down over her, colours lighting up behind her closed eyes as she fell back onto the bed beside Giselle.
For a moment they both lay there, breathless, until Nancy remembered to turn off the vibrator once again.
“That,” Giselle said finally, “was a good anniversary present.”
Nancy laughed. “I’m not sure how I’ll top that for two months, though.”
Fingertips tip-toed across her bare chest. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something…”
~
Okay, so things could have gone better. A lot better. But, Robert considered, they could also have done far worse. Nancy and Giselle seemed happy, Edward seemed more than happy, and Morgan seemed to enjoy having Edward around as ‘Dad’s new boyfriend’.
And Robert? Well, he had to admit that he was certainly happy.
He was happy as he pulled Edward into his bedroom once again, happy as they divested themselves of their clothes, and very happy indeed by the time that he had Edward bent over his bed, vocally making his own pleasure on the matter very well known indeed.
Robert ran his slicked fingers around the exposed anus before him, tracing the soft and tightly wrinkled skin with one hand whilst the other stroked Edward’s thigh. Edward was still warm and damp from the shower he had just stumbled out of; it had been too easy an invitation to drag him to bed once again. Bending, Robert drew his tongue over Edward’s skin, the scent of flesh and soap mingling in the air, and heard an enthusiastic grunt as his tongue flicked at the entrance.
“Please, Robert, keep going,” Edward was begging. Robert let the movements of his tongue become faster, swirling over skin and pushing gently beyond the ring of muscle there. “God, Robert, it feels so good…”
He didn’t have to move his hand far to find that Edward was already hard; he gave a sly tug to hear the man groan with pleasure at the touch.
“Robert, don’t tease,” Edward panted. What he lacked in experience, Robert had quickly realised, he more than made up for in enthusiasm, and now he tilted his hips back pointedly.
Robert smacked him lightly on the ass, laughing as he straightened up, and in just a couple of strokes bought himself back to full hardness once again. He guided his cock to Edward’s ass, letting them just brush against each other for a moment, until Edward made a noise of desperate annoyance and he gently guided himself in.
“Oh, that’s better,” said Edward. His words never failed to leave Robert smiling, especially when he spoke like this, rocking the hips which Robert’s hands were locked around even as Robert began to gently thrust. “Oh yes, let me feel you… fill me up…”
For Edward’s puritan mouth, it was all but filthy, and Robert felt as if his whole body was pulsing with desire as he buried himself in Edward, over and over, feeling the heat surrounding his cock and hearing Edward’s sounds of pleasure with every movement either of them made. He knew, rationally, that this was still a ‘honeymoon’, that they had a future of planning and negotiating and working out how things were going to be, but for a few weeks at least he did not want to be rational. He wanted this, wanted to fill Edward and wanted to coax Edward into returning the favour, wanted to lie around and talk nonsense whilst they were naked in bed together, wanted to spend day after day with him.
And, right now, he wanted to fuck the man senseless, and from the sounds that Edward was making, he was far from averse to the idea.
“Please, Robert, I’m so close,” Edward was saying, and Robert glanced down to see that he had removed one hand from the bed, a hand that must by now be wrapped around his cock. “Please.”
Robert could feel it building in him as well, the need to bury himself in Edward becoming stronger and stronger, his breath growing increasingly ragged and his movements sharper. With a final rush, like a burst, he came in a sharp burst and with a few final, hard thrusts. He stood for a moment, panting, and was about to draw back when a hand was laid over his and he leant round to hear Edward speaking.
“Stay there… a moment longer.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I will.”
He returned to rubbing Edward’s thighs, listening to the sounds of satisfaction as the younger man stroked himself to completion, feeling the sharp tense of muscles as he came. Finally, he allowed himself to slip out, grabbing a towel off the floor once again.
“Looks like I might have ruined the good work of your shower,” he observed, amused, as Edward rolled over onto his back and gave him a cocky grin.
“Well, we could always have another.”
“Oh no,” said Robert with a wag of his finger. “Last time we both tried to fit in, you fell over. I’m not risking that again.”
Before Edward could argue the point - and Robert could see from the look in his eyes that he intended to, albeit playfully - his phone sounded from the bedside table, and he grabbed it without thinking. Part of being both a lawyer and father, he supposed.
“What is it?” Edward asked.
“Just a reminder about dinner this evening,” Robert replied, locking the screen and putting it back down again. “Nancy says that Giselle’s determined to bring dessert, so don’t bother making one.”
“Ah,” said Edward, mock-seriously, then broke into a grin when Robert gave him a pointed look. “Don’t sweat it. You’ll be a perfect host.” He swatted Robert’s thigh as he got to his feet. “Just keep your clothes on, okay?”
“I could say the same,” said Robert, but couldn’t help laughing. Once Edward had sauntered, naked, back out of the room again, he shook his head and finally picked up the phone again to write a reply.
It’ll be great to see you again. We’ll provide the wine. See you at six.
Author: afterandalasia
Fandom: Enchanted
Pairing: Edward/Giselle, Nancy/Robert, Giselle/Nancy, Edward/Robert
Rating: Adult
Word count: 2,777 (Total 13,202)
Summary: Nancy and Robert think that they are comfortable in their life, but when the strange young couple of Edward and Giselle move in next door, they find that their lives change in unpredictable, and sometimes troubling, ways.
Notes: As prompted by a wonderful anon at the disney-_kink kink meme: "Hot-partner-switching-sex ending with Nancy/Giselle and Robert/Edward." This version probably came out rather angstier than I originally planned, and a little bit darker, but there's still plenty of smut and what I hope is a relatively fluffy ending.
Part Four
Even once they had a double bed, they tended to curl up close in the night. Most days, Nancy would wake up to find her arms wrapped around Giselle, or the other way round, and frankly she occasionally wondered why they had bothered getting a double at all. Then again, there were other uses for the space than sleeping.
It was a surprise, then, when she awoke one morning to find the bed empty. Nancy rubbed her eyes and looked around in confusion, then smiled softly as she heard singing from elsewhere in the apartment. That explained it. With a yawn, Nancy unfolded herself out of bed and wandered through to the kitchen, where Giselle was fussing over a bunch of flowers on the table.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly.
Giselle looked up, all wide eyes and sweet smile. “I was planning on making breakfast,” she said.
“Before I’m even awake?” Nancy leant hip-first on the table, reaching out to tuck one hand under Giselle’s chin and pull her closer.
“It is our one-month anniversary,” said Giselle softly.
“True,” she replied. “But I have some other ideas for what we could do to celebrate.”
With that, she drew Giselle into a kiss, hearing a soft murmur of satisfaction in response. She slipped her tongue into the woman’s mouth, gently probing, even as she slipped her hands around Giselle’s waist. Giselle all but melted into her, mouth opening up with a sigh.
With every kiss, it was like she learnt just a little more. She cupped Giselle’s jaw with her hands, then let them slip down, pushing straps off shoulders and started to push down her dress.
“Nancy!” Giselle gasped. “In the kitchen…”
She chuckled under her breath. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a present for you waiting in the bedroom.” But then Nancy pressed the tip of her finger to Giselle’s lips, drew down the bodice of her dress a little further - lord, who would have thought a woman going with a bra could be quite so sexy? - and pressed her mouth to Giselle’s breast, tongue tracing a circle around the hardening nipple. Giselle wrapped her lips around the proffered finger in response, and Nancy grinned as she drew a line with her tongue all the way up Giselle’s slight breast.
Both hands wrapped around Giselle’s tiny waist as she pressed one more kiss to the centre of her chest, then straightened up with a toss of her hair. “Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s go get that present.”
“Do I get to unwrap it?” Giselle replied.
“Mmm… I think so,” said Nancy.
Giselle allowed herself to be led by the hand into the bedroom, giving a squeal when Nancy whipped the ribbon from her dress and wrapped it over her eyes but not protesting. It was no work at all to undress her: fingers hooked over the top of her dress and peeling downwards was enough to remove the dress, the stockings and the underwear beneath all in one go, and Nancy placed a gentle kiss on each thigh as Giselle stepped delicately out of her clothes and stood, gloriously naked, in front of her.
“Your turn,” Nancy said softly.
Biting her lip and suppressing giggles, Giselle reached out blindly until her hands fell onto Nancy’s shoulders. One hand drifted up to brush over Nancy’s neck, then to push her hair back, then she slid her hands down and started struggling with the intricacies of the buttons on Nancy’s pyjama top. Nancy watched the concentration on her face, parted lips and tongue stuck slightly out, and the only thing that stopped her from grabbing Giselle and kissing her all over again is the thought that, if she tried that, she might never get this pyjama top taken off.
Finally, Giselle conquered the buttons, and apparently chose to celebrate this victory by running her hands, slowly and hungrily, over Nancy’s stomach, up to her shoulders, and then down again to cover her breasts. She moved her hands slowly, almost massaging, rubbing her thumbs against Nancy’s nipples and drawing a sigh. Nancy shrugged off the top, letting her skin breathe once again, as Giselle bent down to slowly lick Nancy’s belly.
It made her gasp, though it was hardly the first time that Giselle had done such a thing. Giselle responded with a soft bite, hardly a touch with her teeth at all, then continued lowering herself down, drawing Nancy’s pyjama bottoms with her. She ran her hands slowly back up Nancy’s legs, pressing palms to skin, rising slowly until her face was on a level with Nancy’s sex.
“Can I have my present now?” she said, laughter in her voice, as she ran the very tips of her fingers over Nancy’s curls. Nancy ran her hand through the glorious red hair in response.
“Oh, this is only the first part,” she replied.
Giselle laughed again, muttered something that might have been ‘thank goodness’, and bent down to kiss the crease of Nancy’s thigh once again. She bought one hand up, trailing oh, so lightly over Nancy’s skin, teasingly soft. A sigh escaped Nancy’s lips, but Giselle did not look round, her expression intent beneath the blindfold that she wore still. She raised her hand again, this time letting the tip of her finger just slip between Nancy’s lower lips, cool against the heat, all the way through to the front.
Desire swelled in her chest, but Nancy forced herself to keep standing, breathing deeply, as Giselle used both hands to gently push Nancy’s legs apart a little, before leaning in and simply breathing, slow and cool, across her skin. Nancy gasped; that was new. A pause, and then Giselle breathed again, the sensation rolling across heated skin, and finally - it felt like finally - giving a delicate lick to the skin. With her mouth she explored all over again, tracing every inch of Nancy’s skin, her breath feeling less cold as she began to almost pant. Her tongue picked out each sensitive point, not just the clitoris but each place that made Nancy sigh or draw in her breath, before reaching to play with her tongue at Nancy’s entrance.
Giselle’s nose brushed her skin, and Nancy shivered with a fresh rush of desire. It made Giselle pause; tilting her head up slightly, she said, “Is everything okay?”
“Oh yes,” said Nancy breathlessly. She hooked her hands beneath Giselle’s arms, drew her to her feet, and began to gently walk her backwards. When Giselle’s legs bumped against the bed, she pushed her back playfully. “Lie down. I’ll just be a moment.”
Perhaps it was just her imagination, or perhaps Giselle’s smile really had become a little more wicked in these past few weeks. Nancy watched as Giselle moved up the bed and then lay back, arms flung wide, hair a fan around her head. Nancy knew full well that she could have just stood there and drunk in the wonderful sight, but she’d be planning this for a while. Crouching down, she drew out a plain cardboard box from under the bed, and from it produced Giselle’s present.
She clambered onto the bed, earning another surprised shriek, and kissed Giselle to make her be quiet. Hands wound into her hair, and Nancy hooked one leg over Giselle’s, rubbing her thigh into the woman’s groin.
“Are you already wet?” she murmured in Giselle’s ear. Giselle, apparently running out of words, simply gave a little moan. “Waiting for this?”
She licked the tip of the toy that she had pulled from under the bed, and ran it down Giselle’s stomach. Giselle gasped and half-sat up, reaching up to pull the blindfold off her eyes, and looked in near-amazement at the slender pale blue shaft that Nancy was still brushing against her stomach.
“Happy anniversary,” Nancy said.
She ran the toy all the way up to Giselle’s lips, tapping it gently against them, until Giselle parted them and licked it in turn. New relationship, new toys, she’d figured; besides, she had tried out of a certain loyalty to Robert to get rid of all of her old ones.
Right now, though, she just wanted to see Giselle’s reaction to it.
She pressed the button on the end and let it buzz to life in her fingers, then dragged it slowly down Giselle’s body again. The tip traced down, and Giselle’s thighs parted for it; Nancy gave a wry smile as she pressed the vibrator lightly against the redhead’s clitoris.
Giselle gasped, tilting her head back and arching her back. It only served to profile her breasts quite perfectly, as Nancy began to work the vibrator back and forth in a slow, rocking motion. As if she had not been aroused enough, the sight of Giselle now gasping and lifting her hips was enough to make her clamp her thighs together tighter.
“Is that good?” Nancy breathed. Giselle nodded, biting her lip again. “Tell me.”
“So good,” said Giselle. “Oh - oh! Please…”
She should have guessed that coherence would be too much to ask for. Capturing Giselle in another heated kissed, Nancy shifted round and with a shift of her wrist slid the shaft inside Giselle. A moan said that she was doing the right thing; gentle thrusts drew more and more ragged breathing as Giselle’s hips started pumping in return.
The toy was getting slick in her hand, Giselle’s gasps becoming more and more needy. Warmth flooded through her as well, warmth of the knowledge that this strange, beautiful, eccentric woman was in her life and heart and bed, alongside the starting of an ache between her thighs. She was watching Giselle’s expression so intently that she did not notice the hand creeping towards her own body until Giselle was reaching with slick fingers for Nancy’s own arousal, coaxing little strokes like the most terrible teasing when Giselle was already panting and whispering in a begging voice for more.
Nancy could feel the pressure building through her body, feel the tensing of her muscles, but her eyes were fixed on Giselle’s expression - half concentration, half distant pleasure - as she withdrew the vibe again, despite a moan of protest, and turned it back to Giselle’s clitoris.
She could see it building, in the way that Giselle caught her breath, in the way that she threw her head back and bent one leg up slightly. As Giselle cried out, back arching, Nancy slid her hand down to feel the clenching of Giselle’s inner muscles, and that as much as the touches against her own body sent the waves of pleasure crashing down over her, colours lighting up behind her closed eyes as she fell back onto the bed beside Giselle.
For a moment they both lay there, breathless, until Nancy remembered to turn off the vibrator once again.
“That,” Giselle said finally, “was a good anniversary present.”
Nancy laughed. “I’m not sure how I’ll top that for two months, though.”
Fingertips tip-toed across her bare chest. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something…”
~
Okay, so things could have gone better. A lot better. But, Robert considered, they could also have done far worse. Nancy and Giselle seemed happy, Edward seemed more than happy, and Morgan seemed to enjoy having Edward around as ‘Dad’s new boyfriend’.
And Robert? Well, he had to admit that he was certainly happy.
He was happy as he pulled Edward into his bedroom once again, happy as they divested themselves of their clothes, and very happy indeed by the time that he had Edward bent over his bed, vocally making his own pleasure on the matter very well known indeed.
Robert ran his slicked fingers around the exposed anus before him, tracing the soft and tightly wrinkled skin with one hand whilst the other stroked Edward’s thigh. Edward was still warm and damp from the shower he had just stumbled out of; it had been too easy an invitation to drag him to bed once again. Bending, Robert drew his tongue over Edward’s skin, the scent of flesh and soap mingling in the air, and heard an enthusiastic grunt as his tongue flicked at the entrance.
“Please, Robert, keep going,” Edward was begging. Robert let the movements of his tongue become faster, swirling over skin and pushing gently beyond the ring of muscle there. “God, Robert, it feels so good…”
He didn’t have to move his hand far to find that Edward was already hard; he gave a sly tug to hear the man groan with pleasure at the touch.
“Robert, don’t tease,” Edward panted. What he lacked in experience, Robert had quickly realised, he more than made up for in enthusiasm, and now he tilted his hips back pointedly.
Robert smacked him lightly on the ass, laughing as he straightened up, and in just a couple of strokes bought himself back to full hardness once again. He guided his cock to Edward’s ass, letting them just brush against each other for a moment, until Edward made a noise of desperate annoyance and he gently guided himself in.
“Oh, that’s better,” said Edward. His words never failed to leave Robert smiling, especially when he spoke like this, rocking the hips which Robert’s hands were locked around even as Robert began to gently thrust. “Oh yes, let me feel you… fill me up…”
For Edward’s puritan mouth, it was all but filthy, and Robert felt as if his whole body was pulsing with desire as he buried himself in Edward, over and over, feeling the heat surrounding his cock and hearing Edward’s sounds of pleasure with every movement either of them made. He knew, rationally, that this was still a ‘honeymoon’, that they had a future of planning and negotiating and working out how things were going to be, but for a few weeks at least he did not want to be rational. He wanted this, wanted to fill Edward and wanted to coax Edward into returning the favour, wanted to lie around and talk nonsense whilst they were naked in bed together, wanted to spend day after day with him.
And, right now, he wanted to fuck the man senseless, and from the sounds that Edward was making, he was far from averse to the idea.
“Please, Robert, I’m so close,” Edward was saying, and Robert glanced down to see that he had removed one hand from the bed, a hand that must by now be wrapped around his cock. “Please.”
Robert could feel it building in him as well, the need to bury himself in Edward becoming stronger and stronger, his breath growing increasingly ragged and his movements sharper. With a final rush, like a burst, he came in a sharp burst and with a few final, hard thrusts. He stood for a moment, panting, and was about to draw back when a hand was laid over his and he leant round to hear Edward speaking.
“Stay there… a moment longer.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I will.”
He returned to rubbing Edward’s thighs, listening to the sounds of satisfaction as the younger man stroked himself to completion, feeling the sharp tense of muscles as he came. Finally, he allowed himself to slip out, grabbing a towel off the floor once again.
“Looks like I might have ruined the good work of your shower,” he observed, amused, as Edward rolled over onto his back and gave him a cocky grin.
“Well, we could always have another.”
“Oh no,” said Robert with a wag of his finger. “Last time we both tried to fit in, you fell over. I’m not risking that again.”
Before Edward could argue the point - and Robert could see from the look in his eyes that he intended to, albeit playfully - his phone sounded from the bedside table, and he grabbed it without thinking. Part of being both a lawyer and father, he supposed.
“What is it?” Edward asked.
“Just a reminder about dinner this evening,” Robert replied, locking the screen and putting it back down again. “Nancy says that Giselle’s determined to bring dessert, so don’t bother making one.”
“Ah,” said Edward, mock-seriously, then broke into a grin when Robert gave him a pointed look. “Don’t sweat it. You’ll be a perfect host.” He swatted Robert’s thigh as he got to his feet. “Just keep your clothes on, okay?”
“I could say the same,” said Robert, but couldn’t help laughing. Once Edward had sauntered, naked, back out of the room again, he shook his head and finally picked up the phone again to write a reply.
It’ll be great to see you again. We’ll provide the wine. See you at six.