[FIC] Some Enchanted Evening
Title: Some Enchanted Evening [Blood Ties]
Author: hf_pocus
Paiaring:Henry/Mike
Rating: 18 and up
Warning: M/M sexual content.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, make no claim to or make a profit. Done for fun.
He flopped himself belly down onto the bed, tucking his arms underneath the pillow and pushing his cheek into the crumpled softness. The muscles in his shoulders were still incredibly tight and he could feel the tendrils of tension crawling along the back of his neck sending throbbing pulses straight up the base and along the sides of his head.
“Ah damnit.” he grumbled burying his mouth into the pillow, biting the material to stifle the frustration inching up his throat, his arms tightening around the mounded form, then releasing as he turned his head to the side, letting his cheek settle into the soft cushion with a weighted sigh.
He thought, or he had hoped, that the steaming hot water hammering onto his back, undulating against each tight knot, would release the vice like grip the claws of tension had upon him but as his body laid there upon the linens he was painfully aware it did not.
Regardless of the agonizing knots he would have to try and sleep and he hoped as he closed his eyes that he would drift off, the rigid muscles easing into a much needed rest and becoming a distant memory.
He gave himself a silent order to lay still and to count backward, a trick he had learned as a child to aid in his patience while he waited for the darkness of the room to envelope him, for his eyelids to become heavy and for his breath to slow. It was not long before he felt the weightlessness of sleep lulling him to the edges of velvet misted dreams.
The touch was light and began at his ankles. Small circular motions lightly trailing up his calves and to his thighs caressing and massaging his tight muscles, working with gentle pressure, and then applying tender but forceful kneading sensations up his ham strings and over his buttocks, lingering just at the base of his spine then pressing down on both sides in tiny circles.
Light moans and sighs of release came from him as the tightness along the sides of his spine began to ease. The kneading caress continued up his backbone, crawling slowly, stopping and lingering on tightly knotted muscles until his moans of approval became louder.
He was well aware of the weight moving over him as he lay on the bed. He had told himself to open his eyes and see what the hell it or who it was that was giving him such a marvelous back massage but the pleasure and release from the agony was far too great and …
He could feel breath, searing hot, against his ear, the warmth of a body pressing against his causing his cock to stiffen and swell, throbbing, against the mattress as the magic fingers kept working and soft heated lips brushed tenderly along his flesh and against the hollow of his ear.
Softly the kisses came, light and tender along his lobe, sliding with ease along his neck. His breath turning heavy as he felt the hardness of his masseuse rub and grind against his ass. His moans became louder as lips, moist and burning, pressed against his shoulder. Raising himself slightly he pushed his ass backward, the hard wet tip entering him, slow and easy, sliding in and out, until the swollen length filled him, pushing him into the mattress his own cock aching in sweet torture against the linen.
His breath began to come in quick gasp as his body gave to the pleasure, the friction grinding him deeper into the mattress, the moans, loud, matching his own, the magical fingers of the masseuse now digging in so deeply to his flesh he could almost feel the bruises forming. The thrust grew more fevered, the tempo quickening, and once again he found himself gripping the pillow tightly, his teeth biting into the material stifling the whimper before letting go, then reaching above him and grasping the headboard with both hands, his back now arching into each driving thrust.
No longer was he holding back, allowing each lustful and wicked groan to fill the room as sweat beaded upon his brow and droplets formed on his skin, the weight of his masseuse now completely upon him, exploding with a fury into him, lips hot and scorching sealing to his throat, sharpness piercing his flesh, the decadent sensation sending him over the edge of utter rapture and causing him to erupt hot and wet upon the linens.
His body now blissfully exhausted, the tension completely gone, he folds into his masseuses arms. The kisses continue gentle upon his cheek as he gazes into the hazel eyes that stare deeply into his own. Fitzroy grins, tenderly kissing Celluci light on the lips, his slender fingers brushing the loose curls away that have fallen into Mikes eyes…
“Henry...” The vampire’s name falls in a gentle whisper from Mike’s lips along with a contented smile.
~A small blip I wrote last night. Hope you like and enjoy. :D