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 :)
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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