As a Favor to a Friend...
Prompt: Later that night
For: dieinnafire
Running his fingers over the silken hair, the man smiled in a satisfied way. After some failed attempts at persuading the younger man to keep the long tresses, he had finally relented, setting to work on the ebony sweep with a care only shown to the most exquisite of customers. Once his scissors severed the strands, they were left to drift lightly to the floor, ignored and forgotten as the new hair style revealed itself. He had admired his handiwork in a suitable fashion, brushing the mans hair out until it gleamed softly in the dim lit room. He then had set aside the brush, favoring his fingers as he massaged the scalp in his continued toying with the hair.
Finally, he gathered it low on the man's head and drew it into a pony tail again, tilting his head to inspect the results. A low smile twisted his lips as he let the tresses slip through his finger, catching the very tip again securely and bringing it to his lips. The heated gaze in the cool glass mirrored his own, his humanity briefly belied by the brief flicker of a cross deep in their depths, and he felt his lip curl into an almost possessive smirk as he tightened his grip in the hair pulling the other man into a hungry kiss.
The move from the bathroom to the bed was a blur in his memory, clouded and obscurred by the taste of his mouth and the touch of hands upon increasingly exposed skin. Time slowed again as he held the narrow hips from the bed and positioned himself. Ebony hair clung to milky skin kissed to a dusky blush. Blue eyes watched him, satisfyingly devoid of any thought but this moment. Curling forward, he pushed into the tight body with a groan of pleasure. He didn't wait long before he was pulled into another fierce kiss, fangs scraping against his tongue as he was ordered in a rough moan to move.
Submitting to that demand was the easiest thing he had ever done, and he moved to a pace set by their moans and the pleasured cries that escaped the younger man. It was simple like this. Completely undemanding of anything more than what they both wanted. No feelings to get hurt. No kid gloves necessary. Just two people and the passion that they had built between them for the night.
His desires rode hard, and he finally faltered from the young man's rhythm into his own as his pleasure pulled at him. He let his head fall to the sweaty skin of the man's shoulder and continued to thrust into him only to cry out unexpectedly as twin points of fire pierced his shoulder and brought him to a sudden and shuddering orgasm. Beneath him, he felt the lithe body's tension and release in some hazy part of his mind and vaguely wondered to whom to attribute the soft sounds, half whimper half begging, that he could hear.
They lay twined in the narrow bed afterwards as the sun started to rise. Leisurely he lifted the sweat cooling locks of hair, examining his work once again. He could find nothing to complain about, not even the twinge of pain that sang through his shoulder while his own marks on the pale skin faded from sight with every passing moment. Pulling the covers higher over their bodies, he finally allowed himself a self-knowing smirk and silently congratulated himself on another effort successfully accomplished.
For: dieinnafire
Running his fingers over the silken hair, the man smiled in a satisfied way. After some failed attempts at persuading the younger man to keep the long tresses, he had finally relented, setting to work on the ebony sweep with a care only shown to the most exquisite of customers. Once his scissors severed the strands, they were left to drift lightly to the floor, ignored and forgotten as the new hair style revealed itself. He had admired his handiwork in a suitable fashion, brushing the mans hair out until it gleamed softly in the dim lit room. He then had set aside the brush, favoring his fingers as he massaged the scalp in his continued toying with the hair.
Finally, he gathered it low on the man's head and drew it into a pony tail again, tilting his head to inspect the results. A low smile twisted his lips as he let the tresses slip through his finger, catching the very tip again securely and bringing it to his lips. The heated gaze in the cool glass mirrored his own, his humanity briefly belied by the brief flicker of a cross deep in their depths, and he felt his lip curl into an almost possessive smirk as he tightened his grip in the hair pulling the other man into a hungry kiss.
The move from the bathroom to the bed was a blur in his memory, clouded and obscurred by the taste of his mouth and the touch of hands upon increasingly exposed skin. Time slowed again as he held the narrow hips from the bed and positioned himself. Ebony hair clung to milky skin kissed to a dusky blush. Blue eyes watched him, satisfyingly devoid of any thought but this moment. Curling forward, he pushed into the tight body with a groan of pleasure. He didn't wait long before he was pulled into another fierce kiss, fangs scraping against his tongue as he was ordered in a rough moan to move.
Submitting to that demand was the easiest thing he had ever done, and he moved to a pace set by their moans and the pleasured cries that escaped the younger man. It was simple like this. Completely undemanding of anything more than what they both wanted. No feelings to get hurt. No kid gloves necessary. Just two people and the passion that they had built between them for the night.
His desires rode hard, and he finally faltered from the young man's rhythm into his own as his pleasure pulled at him. He let his head fall to the sweaty skin of the man's shoulder and continued to thrust into him only to cry out unexpectedly as twin points of fire pierced his shoulder and brought him to a sudden and shuddering orgasm. Beneath him, he felt the lithe body's tension and release in some hazy part of his mind and vaguely wondered to whom to attribute the soft sounds, half whimper half begging, that he could hear.
They lay twined in the narrow bed afterwards as the sun started to rise. Leisurely he lifted the sweat cooling locks of hair, examining his work once again. He could find nothing to complain about, not even the twinge of pain that sang through his shoulder while his own marks on the pale skin faded from sight with every passing moment. Pulling the covers higher over their bodies, he finally allowed himself a self-knowing smirk and silently congratulated himself on another effort successfully accomplished.