Backdated to last weekend

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WHO: Berwald & Sindre
WHEN: 1st of November, after midnight
WHERE: at the house
WHAT: Happened after the halloween party.
RATING: (R?) Kiddies, avert your eyes, for there is porn here.

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Berwald could taste the alcohol Sindre had drunk earlier in his mouth, and it seemed oddly approriate. He had been careful himself since he was supposed to drive them home, but now he felt drunk anyway, from the desire he'd been holding back all evening. And he had been watching Sindre at the party as well, too intensively perhaps but he hadn't know how not to, and knew he hadn't drunk enough to impair his judgment, just enough to make him... a bit softer, perhaps, easier to get wonderful sounds from him, like the one he'd made just now.

He might have mistaken it for one of pain, except that Berwald had heard its kind before, one night when he'd been sucking on Sindre, so focused on what he was doing that he hadn't realized how on edge his boyfriend was until he'd made that soft, keening sound, unable to hold it back.

"Sorry," he whispered anyway, a soft breath of a word between their mouths, and then licked gently at the cut, before sucking on Sindre's lower lip. Berwald wanted his mouth kiss bruised and red, could imagine how it would look like. He wanted to leave marks on him, everywhere, where they would show and where only Sindre would know about them, where he could feel them.

He let his mouth stray from Sindre's, trailing messy kisses over his chin, to such a mark into the thin, soft skin right under his ear, relishing the little movements Sindre's hips were making against him, the sounds escaping him. Berwald would be damned if he couldn't make him louder before the night was through.

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"Don't be," Sindre replied without thought. One hand came up to cup the back of Berwald's neck, keeping his mouth against his skin. "Liked it."

Pressed back as he was, head tilted back and holding onto Berwald for some measure of mental balance, Sindre could do little more than feel. Feel the blood rushing under the teasing of Berwald's tongue and lips, feel the sting on his lip, feel Berwald's breath hot on his skin, feel his own breath already accelerated.

His grip on Berwald's shirt slipped, and his fingers caught in one of the gashes in his shirt. He didn't let the opportunity pass, sliding his fingers through to where they met his hand, groaning at the discovery of warm, smooth skin.

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It was Berwald's turn to gasp at the sudden touch of fingers on bare skin, the near electrical jolt of it. He leaned into the touch, brushing a hand through Sindre's hair with leisurely movements, still pressing kisses to his neck, but gentler.

He still wanted everything, and he still wanted it right that moment, but... well, that wasn't really possible, was it?

"I think... we should find a bed," he said, voice gone low and raspy with desire.

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Sindre pressed his head into Berwald's caress. He had never hidden the enjoyment he felt from having his hair stroked, and he didn't feel a bit self-conscious showing it now. At least, not until Berwald's hand stroked along the length of his curl, and he was arching against him.

Nodding, Sindre swallowed hard, trying to pull his thoughts together. "Please," he ground out, hand scrabbling at the doorknob behind him.

Despite his actions, Sindre was unprepared for the sudden loss of support, and he found himself clinging to Berwald to stay on his feet.

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Berwald found he didn't want to let go long enough to get to the bedroom upstairs, so he picked Sindre up of his feet entirely and craddled him close. He wasn't light, but Berwald was used to carrying heavier things, stairs or no. He couldn't be bothered to light any lamps either, but he'd practically built the house himself, and knew it well enough to navigate in what moonlight got in through the windows.

Besides, there was something about the darkness... he might have felt a bit ridiculous, doing this in a more practical lightning, but like this it... just didn't matter.

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Yelping slightly as his feet left the ground, Sindre followed his first instinct and clung to Berwald as he was lifted, the sudden change in orientation making his head spin. By the time it cleared, Berwald was already on the stairs, and as much as he hated being lifted, Sindre thought he'd dislike getting dropped down them more.

That didn't mean he'd let Berwald get away with this unscathed. Tilting his head, Sindre nuzzled at Berwald's neck, orienting himself. He kissed the spot gently, once, and then bit down hard, putting his displeasure into that one show of temper.

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Berwald almost stumbled at the head of the stairs when Sindre bit down, letting out a choked moan. He was tempted to just put him down on the floor right there in the hallway and continue what they'd started downstairs, but knew that if he did there was a good chance they wouldn't actually get to the bedroom and then there'd be the risk of being interrupted which was not ok.

So. Bedroom. Had the hallway always been this long?

Luckily, the door was ajar so Berwald could toe it open, and once he got to the bed he unceremoniusly dropped Sindre on it, before following to finally avenge the bite earlier with a few nips of his own.

When he was finally satisfied with his revenge, a leaned back, a casual hold on Sindre's wrists keeping them above his head. Moonlight came in through the window on the far side of the room, silvering everything it showed and leaving the rest in black shadow. It made Sindre appear even more elvish. Really, Berwald preferred him as he usually looked, the strangeness in his appearance gave him the irrational feeling Sindre might dissappear like the creatures in tales always did, sooner or later.

But when he let go to instead push his hands under the layered tunic Berwald found skin that was warm as it had always been. When he pushed the fabric out of the way entirely, he could see the patterns painted on Sindre's skin again, the ones he'd almost forgotten about... idly, he followed them with first his fingers and then his mouth, his tongue smudging the delicate lines, pausing to suck more marks onto the smooth planes of skin here and there.

An electric lassitude had come over him. He was no longer in a hurry, the desire a low burning that might easily be raised into a full flame, but not quite yet.

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Arching up, Sindre strove for more contact, but found himself held fast. That should have bothered him, but the idea of being caught up by Berwald entirely just made him shudder with want. He stared back at Berwald, uncertain of what his lover was waiting for, but unable to break the moment.

His hands stayed in place when Berwald moved, taking the cue to leave them so Berwald could use his own hands elsewhere. Elsewhere like his stomach and chest and followed with his mouth. He twisted his hands up in the covers, needing something to hold on to, shifting and sighing under Berwald's undivided attention.

One particularly hard suck had him break. "More, please," Sindre moaned, giving a dirty little shimmy to encourage Berwald to do as he asked. "I want more of you."

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Berwald's fingers pressed hard into Sindre's skin where he'd left them, as those words went shot through him like an electrical current, leaving his skin tingling all over. He gasped into the skin he'd been sucking, and then muttered: "not fair..." Not fair that Sindre could play him so easily.

He leaned back again, scooching away enough to pull off Sindre's boots and socks. His feet were beautiful too, all long and narrow and elegant, and for a moment Berwald concentrated on them, taking hold of one foot and pushing it forward and up, rubbing his thumb along the soft arch, hard so it wouldn't tickle. He pressed a sideways kiss to Sindre's ankle, feeling hard bone against his cheek. Even that felt good. Any touch did, and he hoped Sindre was just as turned on as he was. More.

"Wanted ya all night," he said, voice low and smoky, "b't I had t' wait... an' now it's yer turn," he said gently, one hand running along Sindre's leg, rubbing along his inner thigh. He skirted just around where his erection was wonderfully obvious even in the low light, to toy instead with the button of his pants.

"B'sides, haven't decided what I want... most, yet," Berwald added almost dreamily, the heel of his hand pressing just barely on the tenting fabric, just to see what would happen.

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Groaning at the loss of contact, Sindre pushed himself up on his elbows to watch, wanting to see what had called Berwald away from him. He watched almost curiously as Berwald pulled off his boots and socks, a more pleased groan following Berwald digging his thumb into a foot sore from spending all day on his feet. He slid back on his back as Berwald kissed at his leg, making sure to keep his eyes on his lover's actions.

"I had to wait too," Sindre pointed out, the slightest bit of a pout mixing with the desire in his voice. "Wanted you. Was hard to not touch you." A slight smirk crossed his face. "Was able to touch you some, tho--"

His words dissolved in a helpless moan as Berwald's hand teased at his erection. He thrust up into it, seeking more contact, more sensation.

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"Noticed," Berwald breathed out, leaning over Sindre with an almost-there-smile hovering on his lips. He shivered, tempted to touch his own erection through his clothes, but... he could wait, a little bit more. It was so good seeing Sindre fall apart like this.

"I want--" he said, barely knowing himself what he was saying, as he finally popped open the button of Sindre's pants and pulled the zipper down, pressing down along his lenght as her did so. God, those sounds he was making, and the way his hips were jerking into his touch.

His eyes widened as he realized Sindre wasn't wearing underwear, and the the patterns over his skin continued... yes, all the way down. Berwald let out a strangled, surprised moan at that, just barely retaining enough mind to be careful with the zipper as he opened it the rest of the way, freeing Sindre's erection gently from the fabric trapping it down.

Berwald didn't even make any conscious decision about it, as soon as he had pushed enough fabric out of the way he just leaned down to lick one long wet stripe along that straining cock and then simply rubbing his face onto it shamelessly. He could feel dampness on his face, from his own saliva and from the precum beading at the tip, and it made his cock throb, made him want to swallow it down.

Except, there were those damn teeth to consider. Besides... Berwald looked up at Sindre, panting for breath. He wanted something new, something he'd been wanting for a while but hadn't quite known how to suggest. Something he'd done with a few other people, but never anyone who really mattered and--

He had to close his eyes and just lean his face onto Sindre's hip for a moment, the vague images flooding his mind making him feel like he could come at the slightest touch, and that wouldn't do, not yet.

He took a moment to just breathe and calm down, before opening his eyes once more to give Sindre a hooded look.

"Know what we're gonna d' now," Berwald told him, his voice a little hoarse now. "You'll just... have t' wait a moment more," he added almost deviously, before unceremoniously tugging Sindre's pants of the rest of the way, and then getting off the bed entirely, almost stumbling on his way towards the bathroom, as his legs threatened to fold out under him for a moment. The lights he flicked on in the bathroom were too bright, and he didn't look at his reflection in the mirrored door before he opened it to grab a certain clear tube.

He closed the lights again, and counted to ten before opening the door back to the bedroom. Just so he wouldn't be completely blind, and to give him a little extra time to calm down... though just thinking what he was about to do was enough to destroy almost all of that effort.

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Berwald's reaction to his surprise was better than Sindre could have hoped, making the time spent painting his lower body and the discomfort of lacking underwear far more than merely worth it. The look of absolute hunger on Berwald's face just made him harder, made him roll his hips under the scrutiny, better showing off the shifting patterns.

And then he was moaning again, hands buried in Berwald's hair as he licked and nuzzled his cock. He was torn, so torn, between playing nice and merely enjoying the feel of Berwald's hair sliding through his fingers and tugging, urging Berwald to stop. Teasing.

He keened when Berwald stepped away, taking his warmth and weight and satisfaction with him. All Sindre could do for a moment was watch Berwald walk away, feeling utterly bereft.

Then Berwald's words fully processed. Wait, he had said. Sindre was starting to hate that word.

Berwald could wait. That didn't mean Sindre had to. His hand slipped down to wrap around his own cock, teasing at first, letting moans fall freely to signal what he was doing. When he saw the light in the bathroom go dark he stroked himself firmly, deliberately calling Berwald's name as he did so.

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That sight definitely didn't help at all. For a moment Berwald was frozen into place, unable to do more than stare at the sprawled and absolute debauched sight Sindre made, pleasuring himself and calling for him.

"Sindre," Berwald replied, softly, and took a step closer as if in a dream, and then a second until he was standing at the side of the bed. Then he belatedly remembered he was still wearing all his clothes and starting getting rid of them with shaky, hurried hands before he climbed back on to bed, naked.

There was a sliver of nervousness curling in his stomach, which only spurred his arousal. The air should have felt cool after he'd just taken his clothes off, but it wasn't, not really.

He reached out to touch Sindre's hand which was still moving on his cock, and Berwald rubbed his thumb over his fingers and over the wet top. "Ya better not finish too soon," he told him, his frown belied by how gentle the words were, even though his voice was low and hoarse. He shifted in place, his own erection begging for a touch, and licked his dry lips.

Ok, better get to it before he got entirely derailed. He picked up the lube he'd tossed onto the edge of the bed earlier before removing his clothes, pressing out a generous amount. He was careful not to spill any, before it occurred to him it was probably wasted effort. Well, no matter.

His mind flashed on condoms, but they both gone to get tested for any diseases a while ago. Good thing too, he really didn't want to get up to get anything extra, Berwald thought distractedly as he reached around himself to search for... there. He started out with two fingers, pushing them in slowly, because while he hadn't done this in a while with anyone else he'd been... practicing. Just in case. Besides, the slight twinge of pain it caused was almost a relief at this point, took an edge of his pleasure. For the moment, anyway.

He kept it to that for a moment, pressing the two fingers in and out, a bit deeper every time. It was always a rather strange feeling, at first. When he had them as deep as they would go, he fanned the fingers out, biting off a whimper at the ache of it, a shudder running through him.

Ignoring the not entirely pleasant fullness of it, Berwald added a third finger almost right away. His wrist was already getting sore from this, and he wanted to get it over with, but before that, best make it more pleasant, if he could just find the right angle. Next time he pushed in, his finger brushed over a small bump inside him, and suddenly it didn't matter that his wrist felt strained, or that the preparation was a bit too fast. He cried out, hips jerking against air, and his hand jerked, hitting his prostate again and making his almost sob.

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It was hard enough to just lie there, watching Berwald stretching himself out as he straddled him. Up until now, it hadn't been Sindre's place to touch, but when Berwald almost sobbed he couldn't help it.

Locating the discarded tube, Sindre shimmied down the bed, placing himself in a more advantageous position. Taking a moment to slick his fingers, Sindre rested his other hand on Berwald's hip to hold him steadier.

"Let me," he whispered hoarsely, gently pulling Berwald's fingers from his body. He carefully slid his own in place, one by one, entranced by the ease with which Berwald's body let him in. It didn't take long at all for Sindre to feel comfortable adding a third finger, slowly easing away the remaining tenseness.

Crooking his fingers, he sought the same place Berwald had hit earlier, pressing kisses to the base of Berwald's cock as he did so.

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Berwald's both hands were clutched onto the bedsheets, and he was rocking back againt the fingers inside him mindlessly. The only reason he wasn't touching himself was that he was sure he couldn't keep the position without both his arms to hold him up.

Then again, with how good this felt, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last anyway... except, he'd had a goal with this hadn't he, at some point?

"Si-ndre," he managed to pant out, the word broken by a choked moan at a particularly wicked brush of those fingers.

More determinately, Berwald grasped his hand and pulled it away from himself, biting his lip to stop another moan at how open and empty he felt without them. "Move back," he commanded hoarsely, watching impatiently as Sindre did as asked, after a moment in which Berwald considered just moving him if he wouldn't do it himself.

When he was confident that neither of them was in danger of falling off the bed, he just crawled over to him and straddled him. Sindre's eyes were dark, darker even than just the lighting made them, his mouth was slightly open and his chest rising and falling fast. Berwald wanted to kiss him, badly, but he couldn't bear to wait anymore. Instead, he laid his fingerstips on the center of Sindre's chest, just for a moment. Somehow, that simple touch was grounding.

Not that he knew exactly what he had to be nervous about, he had done this before, and it really wasn't such a big deal.

As much as Berwald tried to tell himself that, his hands still shook a little as he positioned Sindre's cock into place and pushed down on it. He was so sensitive he could hardly tell whether it hurt at all or was just overwhelming, and maybe he moved a bit too fast, head hanging low as he struggled to breathe, to get used to stretch. Again, he felt unmoored, a strange vertigious sensation, his hands scrabbling for something solid to hold onto.

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Entranced, Sindre couldn't tear his eyes away from Berwald's face. Eyes closed in concentration, sweat beading on his chest, sinking slowly onto him, just the barest hint of nervous tension in his limbs.

Groaning as Berwald took him fully inside, Sindre clenched his fists, driving his nails into his palms to keep control of himself. Berwald's earlier warning proved necessary, and while he certainly hadn't expected this tonight, he was not about to have it end so soon.

Once he was sure he wasn't going to spill over that moment, he opened eyes he hadn't realized he closed. Taking in the tension in his lover's body, Sindre pressed one hand over Berwald's while he slid the other up his thigh to rest on his hip. "Relax," he whispered. "Relax. It's okay. Just breathe, relax."

He ran his hand over Berwald's hip and thigh as he waited for him to adjust.