Re: Why Toris disliked the royal palace [3/?]
anonymous
December 30 2009, 23:09:53 UTC
He was now clean and all his wounds were dressed well. Most of them were dry hits, and the few cuts he has were minor. He looked out the window to the gardens below, swimming in red twilight, and examined his shield one more time, still wondering…
Whet happened to him today?
The fear was so great in his heart… and it triggered something inside him. And even thought the danger was gone, the tight feeling in his chest was left.
All he wanted that moment was to take Feliks in his arms and to kiss him until this fear will go away, shoo away this heavy feeling with the touches of warm hands on his skin. He felt a strange sensation of urgency. He needed Feliks. Now.
The royal court of Poland could do one discussion without Feliks. It's not like he talked much in the court anyway, too shy in front of so many people.
Putting the shield down on his nightshade, he informed the maid that he wish his bed warmed, and to be left alone for the night. They never stayed at the palace for too long, but there where some advantages to it.
He want down the main staircase, trying to avoid any nobleman or woman, not willing to make a polite conversation that will probably tern to discuss the battle all over again. He succeeded in this mission, the only people he passed by were servents and maids, most only bowed politely before they kept doing whatever they were supposed to do. He walked to the throne room, where he knows he will find Feliks conversing with the king and the Polish court.
Some of the noble man tern they're heads his way as he walked down in, uninvited, bowing to the king, before he took a deep breath, and said out loud: "Please forgive me, you highness, for interrupting. But I have to take sir Lukasiewicz with me."
He bowed again, feeling Flikes' wondering eyes on him. He kept going. "He had been trough a lot today, you're highness. I'm sure you have heard all that is to hear about today's battle."-'and probably will be hearing almost the same thing from me tomorrow in the Lithuanian royal court…' he adds in his head. Funny thing, two kingdoms with one king.
The king smiled at him, than nodded in approval, to the clear surprise of the people present in the throne hall. "Indeed, you are right. Sir Lukasiewicz?" "Yes, your highness?" Feliks got up from his seat and bowed, eyes still shining with wonder.
"Sir Lukasiewicz, You must be tired. It was a long, hard battle you underwent, and you have earned your rest. You are dismissed for today." The king nodded to Toris. "Sir Lorinaitis, good job. We all pay you grate respect and thank you for saving sir Lukasiewicz's life today. You may escort sir Lukasiewicz out, now. Good night."
Both Feliks and Toris bowed down. "Thank you, your highness." Their voiced ringed out together, and like one man they turned around and walked out of the throne room.
The moment they got out of there Toris tightened his hand around his friend's, and led them back up the stairs to the floor their rooms were on. But instead of leading him to his own room, he kept pulling him until they reached to his room.
He only bothered to close the door behind them before he tagged his partner near him and claimed his lips with all the urgency and stress that piled in his chest.
Why Toris disliked the royal palace [4/?]
anonymous
December 30 2009, 23:13:43 UTC
If there were one advantage to their brief staying at the palace from time to time, it was the thick walls and doors of the rooms. No one would be able to hear a thing, even as Feliks moaned and pressed himself to him, surprised yet pleased.
Toris' hands traveled over Feliks' back, need to feel him, to make sure he was really here, alive, with him.
"mmm.. and I, like…" Feliks pulled back a bit, making Toris go for the small hollow between his jaw and his neck bone, knowing well that if Feliks wanted to talk nothing could really stop him. "Ouhhh…totally thought you got me out of there-oh!"
the blond's voice was precious. Another way to make sure everything was all right…Toris growled quietly; feeling the muscles move as Feliks struggle his unstable breath to finish the sentence "-oh, ahnn…because I needed to rest…" Toris hacked off Feliks' neck to view the sinister smile he knew that will be there, on his lover's face.
God, he loved this smile. The blond's hands found their way into brown locks, green eyes staring up to meet his matching colored orbs. Foreheads and noses touching, erratic breath melding, and yet, Toris needed more of that. To make sure every last part of his beloved partner was here. He closed the last inch between them again; pulling Feliks to his body as tight he could manage without hurting him, and reclaimed his lips.
This kiss was lass desperate, more like the ones they shared normally; but there was something else there as well, something burning and needy. The brunette had to hold himself back as he felt the rough texture of healing cut staining the usual soft touch of the blond lover's lips, carful not to split them again. He could feel the slight chuckle in his lover's mouth passing hot shivers between them. It went straight to the pooling heat in his groin.
Searching tongues played around, feeling taste that the slight blueberry and rye taste that never seem to leave his beloved mouth. It was so good, intoxicating smell of summer and poppies, clinging like a shadow to his lover's skin. Earthy and real.
It was like a drug, wonderful and addicting, so he could never have enough. But unlike any drag, it was getting only better every single time. He couldn't stop or let go.
Especially not when the source of this wonderful feeling was wound tightly in his arms, moaning, and sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
His hand slide down the silky shirt, looking for the lash belt holding it together. All of a sudden he was very aware to the fact that a lot of fine fabric was blocking his hands from touching any skin, even if the warmth was radiating from it.
But there was no way he could undo this complicated, formal cloths without looking at what he was doing. He pulled away from the kiss, sighing at the look of blushing Feliks, heavy-breathing yet smiling like the devil himself.
Re: Why Toris disliked the royal palace [5/?]
anonymous
December 30 2009, 23:16:01 UTC
"That's one more reason I don’t like to be here…" he put his head over the blond's shoulder, and focused as well as he could while aroused and pressed to his lover's body, trying to removing the annoying belt out of his way, he grown.
"I don't like formal clothing…" he could feel the laughter thought the figure he was trying to strip right now. The vibrations were doing something quit funny down his body.
"Like, because it's uncomfy or because it's takes too long to remove it?" Toris would have been embarrassed if he weren't absolutely desperate to take the stubborn, annoying thing off (and horny as hell). He gasped at the feeling of familiar hands grabbing at his behind. "Both!"
The vibration the blond's breathy giggle passed thought them was a bit too much for his hardening member. He grinds against him as his hands pulled at the knot of his belt, raising a moan from his lover's mouth "Liet…ohhh, Liet!"
He bites down gently on the other's collar. Feliks yelped pleasantly as he nipped there; making a nice, purple mark. He finally succeeded in removing the belt, pulling the lashes tying the top silk shirt apart, and it slide off Feliks' shoulders. Underneath it was revealed a fine cotton undershirt and a bit more of that long, graceful neck, now marred by a red mark- not deep enough to be called a cut, too deep to be called a scratch. The mark left by the Prussian knight's sword.
"Aaahhhh! Wow, Liet… like! Ooohhh, mmn, slow down a bit!" He couldn't. He attacked the wound like maybe he could just erase it with his mouth, kiss it off and make it disappear. His hands tagged the undershirt out of the blond's pants, sliding underneath it. Heated skin met his searching fingers, trilling back muscles and hips.
The bulge in his pants grow almost painful as he felt the other gasping and moaning in his arms, pressing his own arousal into his thigh. His lover's hands where shaking with need as he attempted to undo the buckles on his own belt. The sensations sent delighting shivers up and down his spine.
His hands found the slight erect nub on the left side of Feliks' chest and begun to cress it between his fingers and thumb. The blond thrown his head back, as a loud voice arose from deep inside his throat. "Unnnhhh…. Liet. Like, Pants- off. Us- totally on your bed." Feliks gasped at him with demanding look in his eyes, face flashed and eyes lustful and half-lidded and he groaned "Now!"
Even in a good day it was hard to deny Feliks anything he wanted. And now it was pretty much impossible.
All Toris could do was to obey, mouthing a little "as you wish" as he kneeled to pull his partner's pants off after he set on the bad. He pushed his own pants off, and climbed up unto the bad. He took a moment to take the sight of his beautiful lover lying on the thick sheets of the large bed. His milky skin was marred with purple and blue marks, yet it sent some kind of excitement down Toris' spine- some kind of trill remembering that the boy in his bad was the same as the wonderful, shining figure that flew in front of the horseman this morning.
The last daylight set fire on the bed sheets, bathing them both in golden light and turning Felik's bright blond hair to pure gold, like an angel's halo.
Why Toris disliked the royal palace [6/?]
anonymous
December 30 2009, 23:23:03 UTC
"Are you, like, gonna' just look at me all night long?!" a smile made his way to his face as he heard Feliks' grunt, and felt his thin, yet strong arms pulling him down on him.
"Just admiring you…" Toris leaned down the kissed Feliks' forehead. "The sunset fits you, and soon it'll be too dark for me to see you." He felt the light bite on his shoulder, knowing that Felik's was trying to hide his blush. He sighed pleasantly as Feliks worked on the base of his neck, nipping gently there, knowing that spot was very sensitive for the Lithuanian man.
Toris hands glided over his partner's chest, pinching a bit at his nipples, drawing circles as they moved lower and lower. Feliks let out a deep breath, the warm air tingling on Toris' skin, and he felt those long, slim legs part in order for him to get more access. Toris moved his mouth to Feliks' chest, kissing a wet trail, pleased to here Feliks moan and shedder beneath him, erection poking a bit at his ribs as he kept going lower and lower.
"Liet! Like… Mmannnhhh… give me your hand…"
It wasn't a request, but an order. Feliks grabbed his hand and shoved his fingers into his mouth, using his tongue to wet them and such on them. Toris felt his cock throb in agony, and moaned from deep inside. "Feliks… keep that going and I'm not going to be able to prepare you properly…" he kissed his lover's bellybutton, his hand tagging his aching shaft.
The contact made Feliks' mouth to fall open, glowing with arousal and pleasure Toris' fingers hanging at his swollen lips, still being held firmly in place by his hand. He dragged his tongue on them, trying to keep as his the pleasure flows trough him.
Finally, Toris felt that his fingers were wet enough, and he couldn't wait for his lover much longer, anyway. His neglected member was making thinking extremely hard. Yet he knew very well that preparing Feliks was the most important part. They weren't at home. If people would notice something wasn't normal…
He made himself busy with Feliks' cock as he slowly begun to insert the first finger into him. Feliks winced a bit, his breath getting bit flat and quick, and he shut his eyes tightly. But quickly Toris felt the ring of muscles relax around the tip of his finger, and he pushed it in with a slow, fluid motion, all the way to the knuckle.
Feliks' breath hitched in his throat, and he gasped, and Toris knew what he was asking, even without a single word. He leaned down, and as he moved his second finger in, he laid a trail of butterfly kisses from the tip of his lover's shaft to its base.
He was reworded with a load moan, and thrust of hips.
"Liet…. Please! Hurry up!" Feliks shuddered as he spoke, having hard time forming words between his gasps of pleasure and slight pain, "Please….oh, god! Please!"
Toris was very glad his lover was sorter then him just enough so he would be able to keep his fingers in place and still kiss his lips at the same time.
In the dying sunlight, breathless, sweetly moaning Feliks must have been the most beautiful, erotic sight Toris have seen in his life. It wasn't a first, yet…
"God, you are gorgeous" his voice came out needy and husky, raspy with lust, "I love you, Feliks…"
"Then make love to me already…" Feliks kissed him, and Toris took his chance to slide into his lover the third, last finger. Feliks' body curled up, his back arching at the feeling, almost biting Toris' tongue in his mouth. They were pressed together, bodies as close as possible, and Toris worked his fingers in and out, stretching his lover's opening, breathing hard into the other's open mouth.
Why Toris disliked the royal palace [7/?]
anonymous
December 30 2009, 23:25:53 UTC
"I'm ready, Liet…" Feliks pulled away from the kiss, gasping, "I need you inside me..."
It wasn't like Feliks to be so direct during sex. Usually he was as shy as one can be, but it seemed that Toris has driven him over the line of shyness. It never happened before, and as if he needed that, Toris found himself even more turned on by that.
He pulled out his fingers and adjusted himself, the head of his erection pressed to Feliks' opening.
The blond's body arched up as his lover's member penetrated him, gasping heavily for air. Toris pushed in as slowly as he could manage, the tight pressure around his cock almost driving him mad. Feliks' clutched his hands onto his shoulders, as he adjusted to the feeling of his partner's heavy shaft inside him.
Toris ground, one hand holding his lover's hips strongly in one place, and begun to pull out as he felt this powerfully tight muscles relax a bit around him. They did it enough times for him to know when his lover was ready. And he couldn’t wait another second for the world.
He slammed into his lover's welcoming heat, can't help as his throat let out a broken hawl of pleasure.
It was so good, so right… Feliks' holding onto him, moaning his name out, bare bodied gliding one on another. He pulled of his lover's legs further apart so he could get better access to the sweet spot that would make Feliks scream in delight.
"Liet! Oh, oooaaahhh, Liet!" underneath him, Feliks was throwing his head around, back arching, losing all control he had on his body. He met up his partner's thrusts with his hips, making sure to drive Toris' cock further into him by doing so. His voice ringed out loudly on the stone walls of the room.
It was getting harder and harder for Toris to keep himself from coming, and he quickened his thrusts, searching for that one right spot as he slammed into his lover.
"Aaaaoohh! There!" the blond's hands gripped at his arms strongly, body slamming onto his member, "right there! Ohhhh, oaahhh…"
He couldn't keep it up much longer, so Toris used his free hand to take hold of Felik's throbbing member and stroke him as best as he could while he slammed into his sweet spot over and over. He honestly didn’t know if he could hold the pressure of his need to come long enough to make his lover come before him.
It pooled in his stomach and he begun to trust as past as he could, stroking at Feliks' shaft at the same time, desperate to make him come…
And then he exploded. He could hear Feliks scream his name as his vision bleared, tightening of muscles and his cock sending his seed dip into his beloved. And as they lay there, sweaty and breathing hard, slowly some kind of realizement came into his mind.
Why Toris disliked the royal palace [8/9]
anonymous
December 30 2009, 23:29:08 UTC
"Feliks… we… we came together…" he slowly gasped out, finding his voice hoarse and deep.
"We, like…. Totally did." He could hear the tired smile in the matching hoarse voice of his blond lover. "It was totally amazing."
Toris rolled down from his partner onto the horribly messy sheets on the bed, and warped his arms around him, kissing the sweaty forehead ah brushing out a stared of blond hair sticking there. By now, the room was completely dark, as the sun set already.
Feliks nuzzled into his chest, and then whispered shyly, "you know what they say about… you know, like…." He mumbled a bit, buried his face into Toris, then, almost too quite to hear "about couples that… like… come together."
"They say that…" Toris cuddled his lover, whispering with some awe, "only ones that know one another perfectly can come at the same time….and-"
"- and only ones how truly love one another." Feliks finished for him. "I love you, Liet. So much."
"Me too, Feliks…"
As their heartbeat calmed down, they both remembered where they were. If anyone will find them like that, what a mess would it cause. Toris counted the one thing he disliked the most about staying in the palace- separated rooms.
"I know you are going to say I, like, totally have to go to my room…" he could hear Felikes sigh in his arms, his warm hands caressing his chest lazily, "… and I know you are totally right…but the beds here are really big…and lonely."
"I know, I feel the same way." Unwillingly, the brunette undid his arms from around the blond, and looked for the candlestick that was by his bed. "You can borrow one of my nightgowns… when we'll get dressed I'll walk with you to your room."
He could practically hear the pout on his lover's face. He giggled a bit. "Don't worry. Soon we'll be back home to our farm, and then we'll be able to sleep in the same bed again".
Toris lighted up the candle. It didn’t provide much light, but even like that it was clear that the room was a mass. Clothing pieces all over the place, and Feliks, naked and covered with fresh hickey (Toris knew he himself had some on, too), sitting on his bed. Toris opened the closet doors and pulled out two clean, white silk nightgowns, and handed one to Feliks.
"Wear it. I'll pick up the clouts."
After Toris made sure there were no lacking articles in his or Feliks' sets of clothing, he turend around back to see the blond still on the bed, legs pulled to his chest, eyes closed and a distant, wishful smile on his face.
Why Toris disliked the royal palace [9/9]
anonymous
December 30 2009, 23:32:33 UTC
Feliks opened his eyes and his smile brightened up, "I was thinking about, like, the perfect solution!" he picked up the candle and walked to Toris. "We could, like, totally get married!"
Toris probably had an expression of disbelieve in his face, since Feliks gave him a pouty look again. "I could, like, pretend to the next boss that I'm a girl. Then we'll ask him to wed us!"
Toris was pretty sure that was impossible, like most of the blond's ideas, yet, the thought of marring to him made his heart feel warm. "Feliks…" he sighed softly, yet he was cutted by the blond's sad voice.
"You don't want to marry me?"
"Of course I do!" Toris didn’t even need to think over this, he held Feliks Hand in his own. "I love you." His kissed his palm gently, smiling.
"So you promise that when we'll be able, you'll marry me" Feliks kept on insisting, and Toris nodded. "Yes. I will. Now let's get you to your room and hope nobody will feel like having a night stroll."
With the candle in one hand and Feliks' hand in the other, Toris walked carefully down the hallway, and wished with all of his might that no one will cross their way. Luckily, Feliks' room was by his, so they made it.
Stealing one good-night kiss, Feliks opened the door.
"Remember, you totally promised me!" He winked at him, blew him another kiss, and closed the wooden door behind him.
That night, Toris fell asleep to the scent of Feliks on his sheets, and dreamt of the day he'll get to fulfill the promise he just made, all nightmares of Prussian Knights shooed away. ____
Re: Why Toris disliked the royal palace [9/9]
anonymous
December 31 2009, 04:37:41 UTC
Oh wow, REALLY god anon!
My only suggestion would be to find an english beta who could clean up the typos and slight grammatical errors for you. But even with the small errors it was REALLY REALLY good!!!
I love manly!Liet to death. And you describe Feliks so deliciously I want to steal him for myself :)
Whet happened to him today?
The fear was so great in his heart… and it triggered something inside him. And even thought the danger was gone, the tight feeling in his chest was left.
All he wanted that moment was to take Feliks in his arms and to kiss him until this fear will go away, shoo away this heavy feeling with the touches of warm hands on his skin. He felt a strange sensation of urgency. He needed Feliks. Now.
The royal court of Poland could do one discussion without Feliks. It's not like he talked much in the court anyway, too shy in front of so many people.
Putting the shield down on his nightshade, he informed the maid that he wish his bed warmed, and to be left alone for the night. They never stayed at the palace for too long, but there where some advantages to it.
He want down the main staircase, trying to avoid any nobleman or woman, not willing to make a polite conversation that will probably tern to discuss the battle all over again. He succeeded in this mission, the only people he passed by were servents and maids, most only bowed politely before they kept doing whatever they were supposed to do. He walked to the throne room, where he knows he will find Feliks conversing with the king and the Polish court.
Some of the noble man tern they're heads his way as he walked down in, uninvited, bowing to the king, before he took a deep breath, and said out loud: "Please forgive me, you highness, for interrupting. But I have to take sir Lukasiewicz with me."
He bowed again, feeling Flikes' wondering eyes on him. He kept going.
"He had been trough a lot today, you're highness. I'm sure you have heard all that is to hear about today's battle."-'and probably will be hearing almost the same thing from me tomorrow in the Lithuanian royal court…' he adds in his head. Funny thing, two kingdoms with one king.
The king smiled at him, than nodded in approval, to the clear surprise of the people present in the throne hall. "Indeed, you are right. Sir Lukasiewicz?"
"Yes, your highness?" Feliks got up from his seat and bowed, eyes still shining with wonder.
"Sir Lukasiewicz, You must be tired. It was a long, hard battle you underwent, and you have earned your rest. You are dismissed for today." The king nodded to Toris. "Sir Lorinaitis, good job. We all pay you grate respect and thank you for saving sir Lukasiewicz's life today. You may escort sir Lukasiewicz out, now. Good night."
Both Feliks and Toris bowed down. "Thank you, your highness." Their voiced ringed out together, and like one man they turned around and walked out of the throne room.
The moment they got out of there Toris tightened his hand around his friend's, and led them back up the stairs to the floor their rooms were on. But instead of leading him to his own room, he kept pulling him until they reached to his room.
He only bothered to close the door behind them before he tagged his partner near him and claimed his lips with all the urgency and stress that piled in his chest.
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Toris' hands traveled over Feliks' back, need to feel him, to make sure he was really here, alive, with him.
"mmm.. and I, like…" Feliks pulled back a bit, making Toris go for the small hollow between his jaw and his neck bone, knowing well that if Feliks wanted to talk nothing could really stop him. "Ouhhh…totally thought you got me out of there-oh!"
the blond's voice was precious. Another way to make sure everything was all right…Toris growled quietly; feeling the muscles move as Feliks struggle his unstable breath to finish the sentence "-oh, ahnn…because I needed to rest…" Toris hacked off Feliks' neck to view the sinister smile he knew that will be there, on his lover's face.
God, he loved this smile. The blond's hands found their way into brown locks, green eyes staring up to meet his matching colored orbs. Foreheads and noses touching, erratic breath melding, and yet, Toris needed more of that. To make sure every last part of his beloved partner was here. He closed the last inch between them again; pulling Feliks to his body as tight he could manage without hurting him, and reclaimed his lips.
This kiss was lass desperate, more like the ones they shared normally; but there was something else there as well, something burning and needy. The brunette had to hold himself back as he felt the rough texture of healing cut staining the usual soft touch of the blond lover's lips, carful not to split them again. He could feel the slight chuckle in his lover's mouth passing hot shivers between them. It went straight to the pooling heat in his groin.
Searching tongues played around, feeling taste that the slight blueberry and rye taste that never seem to leave his beloved mouth. It was so good, intoxicating smell of summer and poppies, clinging like a shadow to his lover's skin. Earthy and real.
It was like a drug, wonderful and addicting, so he could never have enough. But unlike any drag, it was getting only better every single time. He couldn't stop or let go.
Especially not when the source of this wonderful feeling was wound tightly in his arms, moaning, and sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
His hand slide down the silky shirt, looking for the lash belt holding it together. All of a sudden he was very aware to the fact that a lot of fine fabric was blocking his hands from touching any skin, even if the warmth was radiating from it.
But there was no way he could undo this complicated, formal cloths without looking at what he was doing. He pulled away from the kiss, sighing at the look of blushing Feliks, heavy-breathing yet smiling like the devil himself.
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"I don't like formal clothing…" he could feel the laughter thought the figure he was trying to strip right now. The vibrations were doing something quit funny down his body.
"Like, because it's uncomfy or because it's takes too long to remove it?"
Toris would have been embarrassed if he weren't absolutely desperate to take the stubborn, annoying thing off (and horny as hell). He gasped at the feeling of familiar hands grabbing at his behind. "Both!"
The vibration the blond's breathy giggle passed thought them was a bit too much for his hardening member. He grinds against him as his hands pulled at the knot of his belt, raising a moan from his lover's mouth
"Liet…ohhh, Liet!"
He bites down gently on the other's collar. Feliks yelped pleasantly as he nipped there; making a nice, purple mark. He finally succeeded in removing the belt, pulling the lashes tying the top silk shirt apart, and it slide off Feliks' shoulders. Underneath it was revealed a fine cotton undershirt and a bit more of that long, graceful neck, now marred by a red mark- not deep enough to be called a cut, too deep to be called a scratch. The mark left by the Prussian knight's sword.
"Aaahhhh! Wow, Liet… like! Ooohhh, mmn, slow down a bit!"
He couldn't. He attacked the wound like maybe he could just erase it with his mouth, kiss it off and make it disappear. His hands tagged the undershirt out of the blond's pants, sliding underneath it. Heated skin met his searching fingers, trilling back muscles and hips.
The bulge in his pants grow almost painful as he felt the other gasping and moaning in his arms, pressing his own arousal into his thigh. His lover's hands where shaking with need as he attempted to undo the buckles on his own belt. The sensations sent delighting shivers up and down his spine.
His hands found the slight erect nub on the left side of Feliks' chest and begun to cress it between his fingers and thumb. The blond thrown his head back, as a loud voice arose from deep inside his throat. "Unnnhhh…. Liet. Like, Pants- off. Us- totally on your bed." Feliks gasped at him with demanding look in his eyes, face flashed and eyes lustful and half-lidded and he groaned "Now!"
Even in a good day it was hard to deny Feliks anything he wanted. And now it was pretty much impossible.
All Toris could do was to obey, mouthing a little "as you wish" as he kneeled to pull his partner's pants off after he set on the bad. He pushed his own pants off, and climbed up unto the bad. He took a moment to take the sight of his beautiful lover lying on the thick sheets of the large bed. His milky skin was marred with purple and blue marks, yet it sent some kind of excitement down Toris' spine- some kind of trill remembering that the boy in his bad was the same as the wonderful, shining figure that flew in front of the horseman this morning.
The last daylight set fire on the bed sheets, bathing them both in golden light and turning Felik's bright blond hair to pure gold, like an angel's halo.
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"Just admiring you…" Toris leaned down the kissed Feliks' forehead. "The sunset fits you, and soon it'll be too dark for me to see you." He felt the light bite on his shoulder, knowing that Felik's was trying to hide his blush. He sighed pleasantly as Feliks worked on the base of his neck, nipping gently there, knowing that spot was very sensitive for the Lithuanian man.
Toris hands glided over his partner's chest, pinching a bit at his nipples, drawing circles as they moved lower and lower. Feliks let out a deep breath, the warm air tingling on Toris' skin, and he felt those long, slim legs part in order for him to get more access. Toris moved his mouth to Feliks' chest, kissing a wet trail, pleased to here Feliks moan and shedder beneath him, erection poking a bit at his ribs as he kept going lower and lower.
"Liet! Like… Mmannnhhh… give me your hand…"
It wasn't a request, but an order. Feliks grabbed his hand and shoved his fingers into his mouth, using his tongue to wet them and such on them. Toris felt his cock throb in agony, and moaned from deep inside.
"Feliks… keep that going and I'm not going to be able to prepare you properly…" he kissed his lover's bellybutton, his hand tagging his aching shaft.
The contact made Feliks' mouth to fall open, glowing with arousal and pleasure Toris' fingers hanging at his swollen lips, still being held firmly in place by his hand. He dragged his tongue on them, trying to keep as his the pleasure flows trough him.
Finally, Toris felt that his fingers were wet enough, and he couldn't wait for his lover much longer, anyway. His neglected member was making thinking extremely hard. Yet he knew very well that preparing Feliks was the most important part. They weren't at home. If people would notice something wasn't normal…
He made himself busy with Feliks' cock as he slowly begun to insert the first finger into him. Feliks winced a bit, his breath getting bit flat and quick, and he shut his eyes tightly. But quickly Toris felt the ring of muscles relax around the tip of his finger, and he pushed it in with a slow, fluid motion, all the way to the knuckle.
Feliks' breath hitched in his throat, and he gasped, and Toris knew what he was asking, even without a single word. He leaned down, and as he moved his second finger in, he laid a trail of butterfly kisses from the tip of his lover's shaft to its base.
He was reworded with a load moan, and thrust of hips.
"Liet…. Please! Hurry up!" Feliks shuddered as he spoke, having hard time forming words between his gasps of pleasure and slight pain, "Please….oh, god! Please!"
Toris was very glad his lover was sorter then him just enough so he would be able to keep his fingers in place and still kiss his lips at the same time.
In the dying sunlight, breathless, sweetly moaning Feliks must have been the most beautiful, erotic sight Toris have seen in his life. It wasn't a first, yet…
"God, you are gorgeous" his voice came out needy and husky, raspy with lust, "I love you, Feliks…"
"Then make love to me already…" Feliks kissed him, and Toris took his chance to slide into his lover the third, last finger. Feliks' body curled up, his back arching at the feeling, almost biting Toris' tongue in his mouth. They were pressed together, bodies as close as possible, and Toris worked his fingers in and out, stretching his lover's opening, breathing hard into the other's open mouth.
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It wasn't like Feliks to be so direct during sex. Usually he was as shy as one can be, but it seemed that Toris has driven him over the line of shyness. It never happened before, and as if he needed that, Toris found himself even more turned on by that.
He pulled out his fingers and adjusted himself, the head of his erection pressed to Feliks' opening.
The blond's body arched up as his lover's member penetrated him, gasping heavily for air. Toris pushed in as slowly as he could manage, the tight pressure around his cock almost driving him mad. Feliks' clutched his hands onto his shoulders, as he adjusted to the feeling of his partner's heavy shaft inside him.
Toris ground, one hand holding his lover's hips strongly in one place, and begun to pull out as he felt this powerfully tight muscles relax a bit around him. They did it enough times for him to know when his lover was ready. And he couldn’t wait another second for the world.
He slammed into his lover's welcoming heat, can't help as his throat let out a broken hawl of pleasure.
It was so good, so right… Feliks' holding onto him, moaning his name out, bare bodied gliding one on another. He pulled of his lover's legs further apart so he could get better access to the sweet spot that would make Feliks scream in delight.
"Liet! Oh, oooaaahhh, Liet!" underneath him, Feliks was throwing his head around, back arching, losing all control he had on his body. He met up his partner's thrusts with his hips, making sure to drive Toris' cock further into him by doing so. His voice ringed out loudly on the stone walls of the room.
It was getting harder and harder for Toris to keep himself from coming, and he quickened his thrusts, searching for that one right spot as he slammed into his lover.
"Aaaaoohh! There!" the blond's hands gripped at his arms strongly, body slamming onto his member, "right there! Ohhhh, oaahhh…"
He couldn't keep it up much longer, so Toris used his free hand to take hold of Felik's throbbing member and stroke him as best as he could while he slammed into his sweet spot over and over. He honestly didn’t know if he could hold the pressure of his need to come long enough to make his lover come before him.
It pooled in his stomach and he begun to trust as past as he could, stroking at Feliks' shaft at the same time, desperate to make him come…
And then he exploded. He could hear Feliks scream his name as his vision bleared, tightening of muscles and his cock sending his seed dip into his beloved. And as they lay there, sweaty and breathing hard, slowly some kind of realizement came into his mind.
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"We, like…. Totally did." He could hear the tired smile in the matching hoarse voice of his blond lover. "It was totally amazing."
Toris rolled down from his partner onto the horribly messy sheets on the bed, and warped his arms around him, kissing the sweaty forehead ah brushing out a stared of blond hair sticking there. By now, the room was completely dark, as the sun set already.
Feliks nuzzled into his chest, and then whispered shyly, "you know what they say about… you know, like…." He mumbled a bit, buried his face into Toris, then, almost too quite to hear "about couples that… like… come together."
"They say that…" Toris cuddled his lover, whispering with some awe, "only ones that know one another perfectly can come at the same time….and-"
"- and only ones how truly love one another." Feliks finished for him. "I love you, Liet. So much."
"Me too, Feliks…"
As their heartbeat calmed down, they both remembered where they were. If anyone will find them like that, what a mess would it cause. Toris counted the one thing he disliked the most about staying in the palace- separated rooms.
"I know you are going to say I, like, totally have to go to my room…" he could hear Felikes sigh in his arms, his warm hands caressing his chest lazily, "… and I know you are totally right…but the beds here are really big…and lonely."
"I know, I feel the same way." Unwillingly, the brunette undid his arms from around the blond, and looked for the candlestick that was by his bed. "You can borrow one of my nightgowns… when we'll get dressed I'll walk with you to your room."
He could practically hear the pout on his lover's face. He giggled a bit. "Don't worry. Soon we'll be back home to our farm, and then we'll be able to sleep in the same bed again".
Toris lighted up the candle. It didn’t provide much light, but even like that it was clear that the room was a mass. Clothing pieces all over the place, and Feliks, naked and covered with fresh hickey (Toris knew he himself had some on, too), sitting on his bed. Toris opened the closet doors and pulled out two clean, white silk nightgowns, and handed one to Feliks.
"Wear it. I'll pick up the clouts."
After Toris made sure there were no lacking articles in his or Feliks' sets of clothing, he turend around back to see the blond still on the bed, legs pulled to his chest, eyes closed and a distant, wishful smile on his face.
"Falling asleep on me?"
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Toris probably had an expression of disbelieve in his face, since Feliks gave him a pouty look again. "I could, like, pretend to the next boss that I'm a girl. Then we'll ask him to wed us!"
Toris was pretty sure that was impossible, like most of the blond's ideas, yet, the thought of marring to him made his heart feel warm. "Feliks…" he sighed softly, yet he was cutted by the blond's sad voice.
"You don't want to marry me?"
"Of course I do!" Toris didn’t even need to think over this, he held Feliks Hand in his own. "I love you." His kissed his palm gently, smiling.
"So you promise that when we'll be able, you'll marry me" Feliks kept on insisting, and Toris nodded. "Yes. I will. Now let's get you to your room and hope nobody will feel like having a night stroll."
With the candle in one hand and Feliks' hand in the other, Toris walked carefully down the hallway, and wished with all of his might that no one will cross their way. Luckily, Feliks' room was by his, so they made it.
Stealing one good-night kiss, Feliks opened the door.
"Remember, you totally promised me!" He winked at him, blew him another kiss, and closed the wooden door behind him.
That night, Toris fell asleep to the scent of Feliks on his sheets, and dreamt of the day he'll get to fulfill the promise he just made, all nightmares of Prussian Knights shooed away.
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My only suggestion would be to find an english beta who could clean up the typos and slight grammatical errors for you. But even with the small errors it was REALLY REALLY good!!!
I love manly!Liet to death. And you describe Feliks so deliciously I want to steal him for myself :)
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