TexanThief Rides Again
This is supposed to be the last chapter as was the last one! but looking at the wordcount I decided it better to post this far and leave the um second round for another final chapter! LOL besides I like where this ends ^__^
And my trusty bribe-givers researchers insist on delivering rabid plunnies.
Charis - I figured having a birthday meant you should be gifted smut, and this being you, there should be bondage a book ;) ..though the book is looked at in the next chapter now. (Link Removed :p)
LINK
a ring
TITLE : Draw-less Thief
WORDCOUNT : 1403
WARNING : P0rn
PREVIOUS : one, two, three
Working by night gave Namir the whole day to reflect and pine. His body still thrummed from thorough usage, hot images drawn from his distracted mind to savour. There was no question of which house Namir would visit tonight, or of whose sanctuary he planned to plunder.
Wayne, his singular host had a splendid array of toys and offered enough promise to keep a little thief keen. Pondering the night to come Namir lifted a floorboard in his own room, pulled up a hidden box and snapped it open. He didn’t linger on any of the treasured keepsakes or curious trophies, but selected something still sealed. Ripping the cellophane, the item was secreted about Namir’s person as he replaced everything and swiftly left the apartment. Tonight’s show would break new ground, with Namir as ring master.
Namir had dressed casually for daylight robbery, aiming to catch his target by surprise. Earlier than was his norm, scarce waiting for the road to still, he approached the house as light faded and electricity flickered in windows. The front door stood sentry and Namir approached to touch the age worn knocker, fingers stroking the chill metal but he was reluctant to announce his presence. Suspense was better. Surprise to foster the rush of adrenaline and lust.
The back door was open, wide enough that a dim light signalled out, bleached a path up the narrow step to within. Shaking his head at a house owner who would so taunt thieves, Namir accepted the invite in. Closing the door behind him he slipped along a now familiar route, up carpeted stairs without a whisper to creep into a low lit room. Approach a large decadent bed and smirk at his recumbent suitor.
Naked and sprawled out, skin pale next to the rich mess of bedding. Lashes thick, luxurious as they rested on the curve of his cheeks. Chest raising slow with restful breathes. Vulnerable in sleep, strngth and presence resting. One clever hand wound down to absently cup his cock, that taunted member half-hard anticipating the night to come. Dozing before the eye of the thief.
Admiring the view Namir took his time, licking lips as he ate up the scene. Discarding his clothes carefully not to wake his host he kicked them aside to where a suit was already discarded. Bare he approached the monstrous bed. Leaping nimbly up he sat astride his host grinning wide at his start, then the dawning comprehension.
‘You came’ was whispered sleepily up at him, bleary eyes worshipping the lines of his body.
‘Not yet’ mocked Namir, flicking a dark nipple in tease ‘you’ll not gain a name from me with this performance’
There was the hint of a blush as Wayne realised the positioning of his hand, but he recovered quickly. The lower hand was drawn up, deliberate in the slow fiction, furred forearm snaking against lean thigh. Namir lifted to accommodate him. Grinning when strong hands cupped his hips, thumbs stroking. ‘Fun hasn’t started yet’ the hands slipped behind to grip his arse, casual as they squeezed once, returning to his hips. Promise resonate between them.
Glancing to his right, at the cabinet of illicit pleasures they’d already sampled, Namir spotted a book. Spine stretched that virgin pages could unfurl to the curious eye. Determined to impress, Wayne it seemed had been doing research. Sketches teased the eye so that Namir reached to further examine them. Men locked in intimate embraces. Positions standard and those that raised a brow. Certainly some worth a further look. ‘Later’ he decided, looking back at the man beneath him. Now was not the time for studious reading.
Wayne reached for a tube, slicking hands before moving to caress Namir’s skin, anointing him with the clear fragrant oil. Musk filling the room, sultry to the senses. Namir shifted down his body, loving the hands exploring him at last. Hands touching where before only their eyes had travelled. Moving downward until he was astride Wayne’s thighs, Namir admired then stroked the man’s now fully awake cock. Long, slender in hands. Politely accepting a squirt of oil, Namir lavished it on the organ. Pushing Wayne’s legs apart that he may perch there.
A little packet was flicked at him and scrambling for it Namir was happy to find protection. Mr homeowner was responsible for all he hid such secrets. Making eye contact he used his teeth to rip open the packet, pursing his lips to accept it before sinking to apply it. Mouth sinking down the proud length, coating it in latex as his tongue swirled and smoothed the condom into place. A single suckle to test restraint before raising to smile up at his gasping partner.
Magicing his gift he held it in his hand that it couldn’t be examined. Slipping a metallic ring over the route his mouth had taken. A little loose as it circled the eager cock, Wayne lifted up on his elbows to better watch, observing this and shivering under Namir’s resultant smile. Namir undaunted pushed first one then the other testacle through that encircling ring. Swooping to kiss and nibble on each before looking to ensure he had Wayne’s full attention. As if that attention was in doubt.
Fingers slipped over the ornament and tickled, pressed knowingly at a place that caused a whimper before going further back. Wayne parted his legs further, unresisting as those fingers circled, spread oil and slipped in. Namir delved deep with a single finger, angled and probed until the hoarse encouragement reached a crescendo, then withdrew. Warmed by his hand the rest of his toy didn’t cause a flinch as it nestled in the narrow valley, Wayne curious but unable to see as Namir pushed and a connected ball sunk into his body. Not deep enough to please, but large enough to stimulate and tease.
Climbing back to where hands caught him and held him firm. Namir wiggled his hips, seating himself over the pressing erection. Wayne was quick to grab the oil, to prepare Namir, hurriedly, driven beyond ability to tease. Namir lifted then followed the guiding hands, lowering down on the erection, taking it within him. Filled better than toys had managed, vibrations even better, as Wayne fought his bodies urges to rush.
Namir let his hands push up Wayne’s chest as he sat letting his muscles accept the intrusion. A finger drawn across fine sculptured lips was licked and lightly sucked. Hands moved up and down his sides, ever moving, grip firm, massaging his flesh. His thighs were caressed, arching up in a way that had them both cry out Wayne kissed his chest, lavishing attention on his peaked nipples. Namir started his own explorations, riding every buck of hips.
Hands meeting they clenched each others as Namir started a slow ride, hips pumping to meet each others. Knuckles whitened as they both fought to prolong the pleasure. Slapping into each other. Namir watched as he gained a rhythm, lifting up then sinking down hard and fast, every thrust caused Wayne’s eyes to cross, Namir’s little present jerking and pushing deeper with every movement.
Wayne shifted, throwing Namir down that he could rise above him, bending Namir’s legs that he could drive deep. Fucking himself as he fucked his little thief. Toy pressed and gliding in with every bump of hips. Loving the feel of sinking deep, while never quite getting the penetration he ached for. Namir lay back, arms thrown overhead to grip the headboard, a vision of wanton pleasure as he accepted and pushed towards every thrust. Balls pined, Wayne struggled to cum. Pounding into his thief, riding him past endurance.
They fell together, faces screwing up in ecstasy and bodies releasing. Falling to lay panting, face to face on the soft decadent bedding. Wayne moved first and Namir watched a distant light flicker on, shading his eyes to watch his host remove and glance at the toy, bin the used protection, and wipe himself clean. He returned with a soft damp towel and lovingly tendered to the mess that dried on Namir’s chest.
Not wanting to move Namir didn’t protest as Wayne re-joined him, sprawling out then reaching to snuggle Namir close. Breath tickling as he whispered in his ear ‘You’re name, my lovely little thief?’
‘What’s in a name?’ answered Namir, cuddling closer to rest his head on a broad shoulder and let sleep take him.
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And my trusty bribe-givers researchers insist on delivering rabid plunnies.
Charis - I figured having a birthday meant you should be gifted smut, and this being you, there should be bondage a book ;) ..though the book is looked at in the next chapter now. (Link Removed :p)
LINK
a ring
TITLE : Draw-less Thief
WORDCOUNT : 1403
WARNING : P0rn
PREVIOUS : one, two, three
Working by night gave Namir the whole day to reflect and pine. His body still thrummed from thorough usage, hot images drawn from his distracted mind to savour. There was no question of which house Namir would visit tonight, or of whose sanctuary he planned to plunder.
Wayne, his singular host had a splendid array of toys and offered enough promise to keep a little thief keen. Pondering the night to come Namir lifted a floorboard in his own room, pulled up a hidden box and snapped it open. He didn’t linger on any of the treasured keepsakes or curious trophies, but selected something still sealed. Ripping the cellophane, the item was secreted about Namir’s person as he replaced everything and swiftly left the apartment. Tonight’s show would break new ground, with Namir as ring master.
Namir had dressed casually for daylight robbery, aiming to catch his target by surprise. Earlier than was his norm, scarce waiting for the road to still, he approached the house as light faded and electricity flickered in windows. The front door stood sentry and Namir approached to touch the age worn knocker, fingers stroking the chill metal but he was reluctant to announce his presence. Suspense was better. Surprise to foster the rush of adrenaline and lust.
The back door was open, wide enough that a dim light signalled out, bleached a path up the narrow step to within. Shaking his head at a house owner who would so taunt thieves, Namir accepted the invite in. Closing the door behind him he slipped along a now familiar route, up carpeted stairs without a whisper to creep into a low lit room. Approach a large decadent bed and smirk at his recumbent suitor.
Naked and sprawled out, skin pale next to the rich mess of bedding. Lashes thick, luxurious as they rested on the curve of his cheeks. Chest raising slow with restful breathes. Vulnerable in sleep, strngth and presence resting. One clever hand wound down to absently cup his cock, that taunted member half-hard anticipating the night to come. Dozing before the eye of the thief.
Admiring the view Namir took his time, licking lips as he ate up the scene. Discarding his clothes carefully not to wake his host he kicked them aside to where a suit was already discarded. Bare he approached the monstrous bed. Leaping nimbly up he sat astride his host grinning wide at his start, then the dawning comprehension.
‘You came’ was whispered sleepily up at him, bleary eyes worshipping the lines of his body.
‘Not yet’ mocked Namir, flicking a dark nipple in tease ‘you’ll not gain a name from me with this performance’
There was the hint of a blush as Wayne realised the positioning of his hand, but he recovered quickly. The lower hand was drawn up, deliberate in the slow fiction, furred forearm snaking against lean thigh. Namir lifted to accommodate him. Grinning when strong hands cupped his hips, thumbs stroking. ‘Fun hasn’t started yet’ the hands slipped behind to grip his arse, casual as they squeezed once, returning to his hips. Promise resonate between them.
Glancing to his right, at the cabinet of illicit pleasures they’d already sampled, Namir spotted a book. Spine stretched that virgin pages could unfurl to the curious eye. Determined to impress, Wayne it seemed had been doing research. Sketches teased the eye so that Namir reached to further examine them. Men locked in intimate embraces. Positions standard and those that raised a brow. Certainly some worth a further look. ‘Later’ he decided, looking back at the man beneath him. Now was not the time for studious reading.
Wayne reached for a tube, slicking hands before moving to caress Namir’s skin, anointing him with the clear fragrant oil. Musk filling the room, sultry to the senses. Namir shifted down his body, loving the hands exploring him at last. Hands touching where before only their eyes had travelled. Moving downward until he was astride Wayne’s thighs, Namir admired then stroked the man’s now fully awake cock. Long, slender in hands. Politely accepting a squirt of oil, Namir lavished it on the organ. Pushing Wayne’s legs apart that he may perch there.
A little packet was flicked at him and scrambling for it Namir was happy to find protection. Mr homeowner was responsible for all he hid such secrets. Making eye contact he used his teeth to rip open the packet, pursing his lips to accept it before sinking to apply it. Mouth sinking down the proud length, coating it in latex as his tongue swirled and smoothed the condom into place. A single suckle to test restraint before raising to smile up at his gasping partner.
Magicing his gift he held it in his hand that it couldn’t be examined. Slipping a metallic ring over the route his mouth had taken. A little loose as it circled the eager cock, Wayne lifted up on his elbows to better watch, observing this and shivering under Namir’s resultant smile. Namir undaunted pushed first one then the other testacle through that encircling ring. Swooping to kiss and nibble on each before looking to ensure he had Wayne’s full attention. As if that attention was in doubt.
Fingers slipped over the ornament and tickled, pressed knowingly at a place that caused a whimper before going further back. Wayne parted his legs further, unresisting as those fingers circled, spread oil and slipped in. Namir delved deep with a single finger, angled and probed until the hoarse encouragement reached a crescendo, then withdrew. Warmed by his hand the rest of his toy didn’t cause a flinch as it nestled in the narrow valley, Wayne curious but unable to see as Namir pushed and a connected ball sunk into his body. Not deep enough to please, but large enough to stimulate and tease.
Climbing back to where hands caught him and held him firm. Namir wiggled his hips, seating himself over the pressing erection. Wayne was quick to grab the oil, to prepare Namir, hurriedly, driven beyond ability to tease. Namir lifted then followed the guiding hands, lowering down on the erection, taking it within him. Filled better than toys had managed, vibrations even better, as Wayne fought his bodies urges to rush.
Namir let his hands push up Wayne’s chest as he sat letting his muscles accept the intrusion. A finger drawn across fine sculptured lips was licked and lightly sucked. Hands moved up and down his sides, ever moving, grip firm, massaging his flesh. His thighs were caressed, arching up in a way that had them both cry out Wayne kissed his chest, lavishing attention on his peaked nipples. Namir started his own explorations, riding every buck of hips.
Hands meeting they clenched each others as Namir started a slow ride, hips pumping to meet each others. Knuckles whitened as they both fought to prolong the pleasure. Slapping into each other. Namir watched as he gained a rhythm, lifting up then sinking down hard and fast, every thrust caused Wayne’s eyes to cross, Namir’s little present jerking and pushing deeper with every movement.
Wayne shifted, throwing Namir down that he could rise above him, bending Namir’s legs that he could drive deep. Fucking himself as he fucked his little thief. Toy pressed and gliding in with every bump of hips. Loving the feel of sinking deep, while never quite getting the penetration he ached for. Namir lay back, arms thrown overhead to grip the headboard, a vision of wanton pleasure as he accepted and pushed towards every thrust. Balls pined, Wayne struggled to cum. Pounding into his thief, riding him past endurance.
They fell together, faces screwing up in ecstasy and bodies releasing. Falling to lay panting, face to face on the soft decadent bedding. Wayne moved first and Namir watched a distant light flicker on, shading his eyes to watch his host remove and glance at the toy, bin the used protection, and wipe himself clean. He returned with a soft damp towel and lovingly tendered to the mess that dried on Namir’s chest.
Not wanting to move Namir didn’t protest as Wayne re-joined him, sprawling out then reaching to snuggle Namir close. Breath tickling as he whispered in his ear ‘You’re name, my lovely little thief?’
‘What’s in a name?’ answered Namir, cuddling closer to rest his head on a broad shoulder and let sleep take him.
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