Conrad pops a candy into his mouth, tossing the bag of candies past Yozak and onto the bed, and stalks towards his lover as the man yawns and stretches. He pushed Yozak hard in the solar plexus, knocking him backward. The redhead's eyes widen almost comically, arms windmilling for a moment as he falls backwards onto the huge, soft bed. Conrad wastes no time in simultaneously stripping off his jacket and climbing on top of the larger man, straddling his hips. The jacket and his white undershirt are sent flying and the brunet slides up Yozak's body with cat-like predatory ease and kisses the redhead hard and deep, pressing the peppermint into Yozak's mouth with his tongue as the mint's cool burn mingles with the familiar heat of there kisses.
To hell with the war. To hell with the Shinou. Rad is fine and no one needs him right now and for once, Conrad did not want to be needed. He only wants Yozak and silence.
He pulls back and stares into those marvelous blue eyes. They're different than anything he's ever seen--like the essence of the sky itself trapped within the heart of a gem. He could get lost in them forever.
Mine.
"Baka. One way or another, don't I always come back to you?"
Yeah...but I'd rather it not be in a cast. [Yozak reaches between them, unbuckling his belt, then Conrad's.] Complicates things.
[Habit forbids him to just crush the candy in his mouth, so he rolls it around in his mouth for a few minutes while he unfastens their belts. Peppermints. How astute. And...eerie, even, but that's not important right now. Conrad's hands on the mattress next to his head and the warm weight pressing him down and the knowledge that this is their time and nothing is going to disturb it, not even odd coincidences like that...those are the important facts. The brunet descends again for another kiss as Yozak undoes his lover's belt, and the redhead murmurs into quietly. The gentle press and slide of their tongues, and the sweet, marvelous smell of Conrad's hair and the taste of peppermints, making him feel safe and loved--those are the important things. Not the wars. Not their stupid pride. Nothing else but this.
Yozak scoots back a bit on the bed without breaking the kiss, pulling his legs up onto the mattress and curling them up underneath Conrad. His hands wander down to the hem of his own shirt. When he finally breaks the kiss, it's only for the briefest second--to sit up and yank his shirt over his head and throw it somewhere across the room. Then he lurches forward again, holding Corad's face between his hands and kissing the brunet--now deeply; now gently; now peppering every inch of that smooth, tan skin with little kisses and licks and bites.
He pulls the brunet back down with him, running his hand down the brunet's torso and nipping at the moist swell of that delicious lower lip, as if trying to memorize every tiny detail of the face he's come to adore.]
The redhead looks startled by the curt command, but nods and Conrad kisses him again, slower this time, taking the time to explore the taste of his lover mixed in with the peppermint.
How much time would he have here to savor this? How much longer would he be permitted to revel in the feel and scent and taste of Yozak in his arms?
He pushes the thoughts away. Thinking of the future will only make it come all the faster and he simply wants to be in the moment. His hands grip Yozak's wrists, pinning them to the man's sides as the brunet moves down Yozak's bare chest, leaving a trail of slow open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Jaw. Neck. Collarbone. Shoulder. Chest. One nipple. The other. Stomach. Navel . . . Everything he can reach. His tongue flicks lightly over the man's salty skin with each kiss, mapping his body by taste, occasionally he pauses at a rib and well-defined muscle and laps slowly at the soft skin there. It's salty and oddly sweet, with the faint taste of soap and the laundry detergent used to clean Yozak's close. He closes his eyes each time, eyelashes fluttering over Yozak's skin, and Yozak jerks each time, prompting Conrad to hold his wrists tighter and press them down into the mattress harder.
When he reaches the top of Yozak's waistband, he pulls up slightly to look up at lover and releases him in favor of tugging down the redhead's pant and underwear to his thighs. Yozak lifts his hips slightly to help, a mixture of confusion and anticipation shining in his eyes, and he shivers slightly when Conrad drags his fingertips up along the inside of his left thigh and up to his growing erection. The brunet takes it in hand, eyes still locked on Yozak's, and gently runs his fingers of the hot, rigid skin.
Yozak gasps and jerks sharply and Conrad casts him a sharp glance in rebuke before returning to his task. He loves the feel of Yozak in his hand. It almost makes him ache to feel the man thrusting deep, deep inside him and for a moment he wishes he had that glass toy Aniiue had given him to fill that void. But there'll be none of that this time. As much as he wants to let himself go in Yozak's arms, he wants even more to leave a mark on the man--to stake his claim. He wants to fuck Yozak so hard and so deep, that if he so much as sneezes while he's in Khrennikov, the redhead will feel the echo of the motion inside him, taking him all over again. Before he goes, he wants to take just one thing for himself: Yozak.
He hums with pleasure and slides his palm hard along the bottom of Yozak's erection, rolling his fingers over the top in a rhythmic, rippling, squeezing motion, and Yozak groans.
"Behave," Conrad murmurs as he pulls himself up onto his knees and uses his left hand to gently squeeze the base of Yozak's erection in the opposite rhythm as his right hand work the middle. "You wouldn't want me to get distracted and stop now, would you?"
He leans down slightly and, both hands still working, gently takes the very tip of Yozak's arousal into his mouth, slowly suckling. When his tongue gently rolls over the small slit, Yozak surges up and off the bed with a cry, but his motion is constrained by his pants binding his thighs and Conrad's weight pressing down on him in opposition.
Conrad pulls back and gives the man an arch look, biting his lower lip to keep himself from doing or saying something that could make Yozak uncomfortable. He stops squeezing, but continues to gently rub the man, enjoying the sensation.
[It all happens so fast. One minute they're kissing, passing the delicious taste of the peppermint between them, and the next minute, Yozak is left with just the peppermint and confusion. Then a long trail of hot, wet kisses, sliding down his torso...and the soft, light touch of Conrad's lashes against his skin...Yozak twists a little bit each time, wanting more contact, but Conrad has a strong grip and holds him tightly against the mattress, ignoring the redhead's little moans.
Then Conrad's lips bump against the top of his waistband. Yozak catches a glimpse of Conrad's warm brown eyes looking up him and sighs contently. Conrad releases his arms--tugs on his waistband--and slides Yozak's leggings and underwear down to the center of the larger man's thighs. The redhead brushes some hair out of his eyes, watching curiously, waiting for Conrad to remove his leggings all the way, if he's going to-
A soft touch on the inside of his thigh arrests his attention and Yozak shivers, clenching a hand in his hair briefly but not breaking eye contact with Conrad, who is staring at him with such intensity that Yozak feels compelled to shrink back into the mattress.
Then Conrad wraps his hands around Yozak's arousal, still staring, and the redhead's hips give a little jerk towards those soft, teasing hands.]
Aah!
[Conrad gives him a sharp look that he doesn't really register and continues his light touches and strokes. Yozak arches off the bed as a warm, rippling touch envelopes him and tangles his hands in his hair. Gods. Conrad's touch is horrible-warm and slow and completely wonderful, and Yozak wants more-he wants to be touched faster, all over his body; and he wants to touch Conrad, too...Conrad is too good to not be appreciated...but when he reaches a hand down, the brunet pulls away.]
"Behave. You wouldn't want me to get distracted and stop now, would you?"
Nn... [No, no, nonononono. Stopping is a horrible thing. Stopping is the last thing he wants. Yozak settles back onto the bed as calmly as he can and runs his hand over his face, wiping away the thin layer of sweat clinging to his cheeks and throat. He still has the peppermint tucked in his cheek, and he grounds himself with that, sucking at the candy fitfully and trying to keep quiet. It's harder now that the threat of discovery is gone.
Conrad licks the head of his arousal and Yozak crushes the candy between his teeth. The brunet slides his tongue carefully around the very tip of the redhead's erection, slowly, cautiously-teasingly-and Yozak arches off the bed with a loud moan, trying to entice Conrad to take more of him in, or touch him, or something, anything other than these slow, feather-light touches teasing him. He wants more-right now. He wants to scream-demand to be taken hard and fast and right now...]
A-ahh~
[But he doesn't want Conrad to get distracted, either.
He cries out again as the wonderful wet touches leave him, replaced by a gentle, circular rubbing. Yozak whimpers at the unfairness of it all, tangling one hand in his hair and the other in the bedsheets. The redhead pants and twists into the touch and tries to spread and bend his legs to push himself up at the waist, but his leggings around his thighs and Conrad perched on Yozak's knees prevent it.]
"Did you want something, Yozak?"
Y-yes...yessss.... [The redhead writhes into the touch and looks up through heavily-lidded eyes.] I want you...please... [Yozak reaches his hands out for his lover, desperately wanting to touch that tan skin.] More. Again. Anything. Just...want you, Conrad...please...
He smiles in amusement, but it's not an entirely pleasant expression.
"Anything~~?"
Conrad wraps his right hand around Yozak's erection and slides his left hand down to gently caress Yozak's sac. The redhead groans low in his throat and writhes unhappily.
"Hmmmmm . . ." His voice is soft and gentle. "Anything covers a lot of ground . . ."
He gently gathers the soft, silky skin into his palm and presses it up against Yozak's body and rubbing in a slow, circular motion as his right hand continues to gently caress the man's arousal.
As he speaks, he shifts so that his own aching erection is pressed against Yoza's right thigh and rocks forward, watching his lower with hungry eyes. "Could you be a bit more specific? Because personally . . . I just want to fuck you right now."
[Yozak pants as he watches Conrad, and if he had been capable of a coherent thought, he would have found his lover's expression unsettling--predatory, like a cat teasing its next intended meal. Yozak has seen expressions like that before--he knows from experience that That Face means a difficult time for him ahead.
But it's Conrad. Conrad wouldn't do anything that Yozak didn't like. He wouldn't pull out anything...too weird.
He trusts Conrad.
The brunet takes his sac in hand and Yozak groans unhappily. This is all horribly unfair. He wants to move--wants to pounce on this strange, foreign, dominant Conrad and put him in his place. How had he let this situation get out of his control like this?
And why the hell doesn't he seem to care about getting it back?]
"Could you be a bit more specific? Because personally...I just want to fuck you right now."
[There's a firm, hard press against his thigh, and Yozak groans in anticipation. Good. Because that's what he wants, too. He wants Conrad on top of him and inside of him and sliding under his skin; he wants to lose his mind and scream Conrad's name and annoy the shit out of that bastard clone next door and everyone else within earshot. He wants to be fucked. Now.
Then--Nnn!--then fuck me... [he grates. Yozak's head feels light from the dizzying sensations and it's hard to speak sensibly. His hands wander down the sheets a tiny bit, but before they've even passed his hips, Conrad gives his erection a warning squeeze. Yozak balls his hands into the bed sheets and tosses his head towards the side in the direction of the nightstand, where he laid out the scented and flavored oils earlier.]
There...there's lube. How do you want me? On my back? My side? On my knees? [The redhead swivels his hips slightly, impatiently, and runs his hands through his damp hair.] Sitting? Standing? [He wipes the sweat off of his forehead again and tries to thrust into Conrad's hands again and once again is paralyzed by the grip his lover has on his erection.
He pants and stretches his neck out, desperate for some kind of movement other than the slow, burning rub Conrad is inflicting on him.] Don't jerk me around...just do it if you're going to...
Conrad continues his slow, steady ministrations, smiling and humming. Yozak looks beautiful stretched out, flushed, breathless, and desperate and Conrad is not enough of a saint to deny himself the pleasure of this particular power trip.
"Just do it?" He chuckles. "You always were impatient." The brunet rolls his hips, rubbing himself against Yozak's thigh as he presses his left hand up harder against Yozak's body, still rubbing. His right slides down to the base of Yozak's arousal and he wraps his thumb and forefinger tight around his lover's member, constraining his need.
Conrad rocks his hips forward again. He has to be careful--if he gets too enthusiastic he could end up falling down and that wouldn't be any fun.
"Mmmmm . . ." Another thrust. Yozak looks ready to scream in frustration. "What feels best? Our first time was good, don't you think?" Thrust. "That first time you were inside me, I was on top of you, riding you hard. You have no idea how good it was. I love having you inside me, Yozak." Thrust. "If I had my way, I'd just keep your cock in me all day long, moving every time I moved. That was good, wasn't it?"
Another thrust. Harder. "And our second time . . . You pinned me down . . . Made me scream." His breathing is getting shallower and heavier and he closes his eyes to better focus on his memories and the heat in his hands. "You were so deep inside me, Yozak, that I couldn't breathe . . . couldn't see . . . All I wanted was that. You. In me." Thrust. "Taking me." Thrust." Claiming me. Do you have any clue how much I wanted that? How much I want you and to be yours?"
Conrad opens his eyes. Yozak's face is twisted in a mixture of pleasure and need that verges on pain and it takes a serious exertion of self control not to climb up his body and kiss Yozak with all the desperate hunger boiling inside him. He thrust hard and slow, back rippling with the effort it takes to remain upright. "And then there was the last time. The handcuffs. You liked that, didn't you? I was on my knees, begging, pleading . . . Helpless. I wish you could have felt it, Yozak . . . how good it was . . . how big and hard . . ."
The brunet bites his lip again and watches his lover, eyes almost glowing. "You just love fucking me, don't you?" Then he chuckles and rocks forward again with a growl, frustrated by his own games. "So tell me how you want it, Yozak. I want to make you feel so good . . ."
[The constricting hands on his arousal are bad enough, but the steady press of the brunet's erection against his thigh makes Yozak want to scream. Conrad is so damn close, and so damn calm, and even though Yozak wants to make some kind of smart remark, all he can really do at the moment is grind down into gentle, insistent pressure on his thigh. The grip around his arousal is painfully restrictive, and ever time Conrad rubs his sac against him, the redhead lets out a slightly louder moan. He's...cruel. So wonderfully, perfectly cruel. He wants Conrad inside him and on top of him; he wants him to hurry up and slow down at the same time; he wants this torture to be over with and at the same time he never wants it to stop--even through all this painful pleasure, there's still that promise of war in his mind and Yozak feels like he's going to go insane from his conflicting desires.
Conrad's speaking, but Yozak can barely hear anything over the thumping of his heart in his ears and his shallow, rasping breath. Why won't he do it? Why won't Conrad just fuck him? Can't he see how much Yozak wants him?]
"Mmmmm...Our first time was good, don't you think?...That was good, wasn't it...?"
Yes... [The little thrusts on his thigh are going just a little lower, and Yozak bites his lip and wrenches his eyes away from the hands on his groin to meet his lover's burning brown eyes. Gods. The look that Conrad is giving him is intense--fiery and lustful and it makes Yozak licks his lips and squirm against the smaller man in tense anticipation.]
"And our second time...You pinned me down...Made me scream....Do you have any clue how much I wanted that? How much I want you and to be yours?"
Yesss... [ he murmurs. And it's the truth, because that's what Yozak wants right now: he wants Conrad to pin him to this bed, their bed, and make him moan and scream. He wants Conrad inside him, marking him. He wants that feeling--the memories--to sustain him when Conrad is gone. He stretches his neck back again, his eyes shut, mouth open, sweat dappling his skin.] Yes, Conrad, yes...
"And then there was the last time. The handcuffs. You liked that, didn't you?"
[Gods, those handcuffs. He ought to send Hoka-Gwendal a prize for those things. The ache in his groin is becoming unbearable and it's taking all of Yozak's self-control not to just throw the brunet off of him so that he can get some relief. Yozak twists his legs underneath his lover--covers his eyes--tangles both hands in his hair.] Yes, yes!
"You just love fucking me, don't you?"
[More than he loves breathing.] So much. So, so much...
"So tell me how you want it, Yozak. I want to make you feel so good..."
[Yozak tightens his hands in his hair, looking to the side. This really isn't fair, making him think. Everything's good...anything's fine....Yozak doesn't know; he doesn't care; he just wants Conrad inside him, now. The brunet presses against him one last time and he growls out his reply.]
Th...this...is fine. On my back. [He turns his face back towards Conrad, panting and sweating and hating Conrad right now for his games, but wanting to see that calm, beautiful face all the same.] This is...perfect. Anything's perfect...'s long as it's you...
Conrad releases a shaky breath. ". . . My beautiful Yozak . . ." He slides down the man's legs, eyes closed as rubs himself against the redhead, and uses his left hand to tug Yozak's pants the rest of the way off. "You're distracting me again . . ."
The brunet lays down on the man's legs and uses his right hand to slowly, gently push Yozak's erection back towards the soldier's stomach. He takes the man's sac in his left hand again and wiggles until he's lying between Yozak's legs. Then he leans forward and slowly takes the redhead's sac into his mouth, carefully running his lips and tongue of the soft, heavily ridged skin. Yozak screams and tries to arch up, hands twisting desperately in the bedclothes. Conrad growls around the obstruction in his mouth in warning and gently pinches the sensitive place where it connects with Yozak's body with his left hand and squeeze the base of the man's erection a bit tighter with his right. It's uncomfortable, but now painful--the worst part being that it will stop Yozak's ball from drawing close to his body and prevent him from coming.
Conrad hums, alternately sucking and lapping at his lover's most delicate parts and using the weight of his body to hold down his thighs. The redhead's erection twitches eagerly in his hand, needy, and the brunet slowly draws back, sucking hard. Yozak is going wild beneath him, struggling and gasping, and Conrad allows his balls to slip heavily from his before leaning up to slowly lick a thin wet line up the length of Yozak's erection to the tip. He gives the tip a brief hard suck, earning another spasm and wail, and then Conrad pulls back. He waits a moment until Yozak raises his head weakly and then stares the man hard in the eyes.
"You really want to come right now, don't you, Yozak?"
"Y--yes . . ."
He smiles. "My poor Yozak . . . I'm going to let you go and get up and you're not allowed to come or touch yourself in anyway. If you're bad, I'm going to put on my shirt and go help Brice assemble the men. If you're good, then I'm going to come back with lubricant and then I'm going to put my fingers deep inside you, and then I'm going to fuck you. Understand?"
It takes a moment for the word to sink in, but Yozak nods jerkily and winds his hands tight in the bedsheets.
Conrad smirks. "Good boy." And then he licks Yozak's stomach.
The redhead whimpers and shivers, but doesn't move and Conrad takes it as proof of his dedication. He slowly, gently releases his clasp on the the base of Yozak's sac and then waits for a moment for Yozak to adjust to the feeling, gently rubbing his left palm in soothing circles on the man's hip and murmuring encouragement. He can feel the muscles twitching desperately under his hand. Then he releases his grip on Yozak's arousal, garnering a deliciously sweet half-moan, half whimper.
As much as he wants to take him the sights of his lover desperately trying to restrain himself, Conrad os so hard, it's painful. He slips off the bed, stripping off his pants as he walks to the nightstand, and retrieves the warming message oil from the table, by-passing the traditional lubricant entirely. He turns and licks his lips at the pretty picture Yozak makes. The walk back around the bed is slow, but hearing Yozak's sweet little whimpers and curses and pleas make it worthwhile. He climbs back into the bed, smiling and pouring a bit of message oil into his palm as he kneels between Yozak's legs. "So tell me, lover, were you a good boy?"
[The words are fuzzy and unclear in his ear, muted by the fierce pounding of his pulse throughout his body. His hands tighten in the blankets, and Yozak can't help wondering how much longer it'll take before he wears holes in Conrad's nice, satiny bedspread.]
Ah..AAH!!
[Conrad gently moves his mouth around Yozak's sac, and Yozak screams in frustration and pleasure. He wants...he needs release, and soon, or he's going to go mad from these warm, gentle, cruel touches. He arches into Conrad's touch without thinking, moaning and murmuring under his breath, pleading for Conrad to take pity on his poor, desperate, whimpering self...Conrad pinches the base of his sac instead, and Yozak gasps and makes a strange whimpering noise, wriggling unhappily.
Then Conrad hums around him...Yozak tosses and his whole upper torso bucks involuntarily.
N--nn! Conrad...please, Conrad...
[Conrad finally lets the redhead's sac slip out of his mouth, and Yozak gives something like a choked sob and twists his entire upper body into the sheets. He wants to move, so, so badly, or touch himself, or something, anything to assuage this horrible, aching burn in his body. Yozak brushes the hair out of his eyes and hisses through his teeth as Conrad gives his erection one last firm suck before pulling back altogether.]
"You really want to come right now, don't you, Yozak?"
Y--yes... [He can't even look at Conrad without feeling the heat of the other man on him. The redhead lowers his eyes to avoid that buring gaze and stares down at his flushed abs and his sweaty, tense thighs. Every muscle in his body is coiled tightly in anticipation, and the stress of being denied again and again is starting to take its toll on him. He's not sure how much longer he can last before he'll be forced to take matters into his own hands.]
"My poor Yozak...I'm going to let you go and get up and you're not allowed to come or touch yourself in anyway. If you're bad, I'm going to put on my shirt and go help Brice assemble the men. If you're good, then I'm going to come back with lubricant and then I'm going to put my fingers deep inside you, and then I'm going to fuck you. Understand?"
[You're a bastard and I hope you get shot in the leg with an arrow.]
[He refuses to acknowledge to himself that if Conrad were to get shot with an arrow, he might come home earlier so that they could do this aaaaall over again.
After a minute, Yozak nods--rights himself on the bed--twists his hands in the bedsheets and stares back at the canopy. He can do this. Conrad licks a path up his sweaty, tense abs, and Yozak shivers as another surge of pleasure moves through him, but he doesn't move. He doesn't look at Conrad, either; looking will just make him burn hotter and he can't have that. Not right now. The brunet rubs his hip and Yozak jerks with a grimace.]
"Good boy."
[Then Conrad licks him again and leaves, and Yozak's hands twitch madly in the bedsheets. Now it's cold and he needs Conrad and gods, why is he being so cruel to Yozak...For a second the redhead almost reaches out and touches himself, but he hears the soft thump of clothing hitting the floor...the light padding of Conrad's bare feet...he closes his eyes and listens, murmuring softly under his breath, moving his mouth so that his hands stay still.
Then a soft weight and a warm brush against his thigh signals to him that Conrad has returned.]
"So tell me, lover..."
[His hands feel like they've fused themselves into fists.]
"...were you a good boy?"
[The redhead draws one leg up slowly and tilts his head back to look at the canopy.]
Mmm...mm-hmmm....[He rests one hand flat on his chest and draws in a deep, shuddering breath to counter his desperate little pants.] ...the best...
[Then he gets a whiff of it.
The subtle, delicate scent of vanilla and pears.
Yozak moans and drops his head to the side with a soft curse and a slight moan.] You're wicked....
"Am I . . .?" Conrad smirks and pours the warm, slick oil into his palm and then carefully set the bottle to the side. He rubs his hands together, spreading the oil, and a wave of warmth floods through the skin of his palm. The mingled scents of fruit and vanilla fill the air. "Well, we can't both be good boys, can we?"
The brunet smiles and presses his palms against Yozak's taut stomach, leaning down heavily and slowly sliding his slick hands up until he can gently pinch Yozak's nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. Yozak moans as the heat begins to sink in and Conrad slides down again, dragging his hands after before slowly sitting up again. He fondles his lover for a moment, gently running his hands over the man's erection and sac again, spreading the oil over the hypersensitive skin while drinking in the sight of the redhead's distress.
"So beautiful . . ." Conrad shifts so that he's sitting in his knees, his own arousal burning through him uncomfortably. He slides his hands down over Yozak's thighs and wrestles with the temptation to take the man's slick arousal into his mouth again. The scent of pears and vanilla are irresistible.
"I wish I could suck you," he murmurs in throaty voice, tearing his eyes away his lover's face and shallowly thrusting hips to concentrate on what he's doing. He slips his arms under Yozak's legs--hooking his elbows under the back of the man's knees--and pulls the larger man's hips up, propping Yozak's hips up on Conrad's knees as the man's legs are kept anchored on his arms. The position completely exposes Yozak to him and it occurs to Conrad suddenly that a large deal of trust must be involved. Yozak never exposes himself . . . except to Conrad.
He smiles and gently reaches down and gently presses a finger down against the firm ring of muscle there. It spasms slightly beneath his touch and he gently presses and rubs slow circles around it, fascinated by the sight. He's never done this before--none of his previous male lovers were really the type and Conrad rather prefers a more relaxed role when having sex with a man. But this is something new . . . Driving Yozak mad . . . breaking a strong man down with nothing more than his hands lips and tongue. . . is a power like none other.
And he's mine.
MINE.
The brunet gropes for the bottle and then snags it with his free hand. He continues his light touches at Yozak's entrance for a moment and pours a bit of oil over his circling pointer finger just before he slowly, but firmly pushes it into Yozak's body. The redhead moans and jerks slightly.
"You're mine, right, Yozak?" He slips his finger in to the second knuckle and then pulls it out. "Say it." And Yozak is so hot inside . . . So tight and his body seems to cling . . . "You're mine now."
[Yozak gasps and tightens his hand in his hair as Conrad brushes the oil against his arousal. Nooo... The redhead twists in his lover's tight grip as the aching burn in his groin flares up, and his hands inch across the bedspread to touch himself, because really, asking him to control himself at a time like this just isn't fair and he's been, so, so patient for such a long time...]
"I wish I could suck you."
Please...
[Conrad ignores him and slips his arms underneath Yozak's legs. The redhead pushes forward with his trembling arms, trying to help and make this as easy for Conrad as possible so that maybe, maybe his beautiful, teasing, wonderful lover will appreciate him being so helpful...
And now his hips are resting on Conrad's warm thighs and his legs are in the air, and part of Yozak is apprehensive. But it's Conrad. Conrad isn't going to hurt him...no, not even a little. Conrad is going to take care of him...make him feel better than he's felt all day...]
Ah--!
[His breath catches as he feels pressure against his entrance. Yozak murmurs and tries to push himself into the touch, but it's impossible in this position; he's completely at Conrad's mercy. The redhead moans in a mixture of relief and gratitude and barely-supressed anticipation when a warm finger finally slides inside of him.]
"You're mine, right, Yozak?"
Yes...
[He tries to grind those fingers inside him in even deeper, but his position makes it hard, and when he does succeed in moving a few inches closer, Conrad moves his hand a few inches back. Yozak groans and grips the edge of the bed fitfully. The heat pooling in his groin is spreading all over his body, racing along his limbs and chest and everywhere that Conrad touches.]
Please, Conrad... [he murmurs.] Please...
[Then Conrad brushes against that sweet spot inside of him, and Yozak wails. Conrad's fingers still inside of him, and when Yozak's body steadies again, the redhead can hear the sound of his lover's light, pleasant chuckling...laughing at him...Yozak moans, loud and unabashed, as the brunet pushes a second finger into him and brushes against him again.]
Yours!! [Yozak shouts as he arches.] Please--ah!--yours! Conrad...all yours...only...Conrad!
Yozak's words move him like water and the sight of the man arching and writhing beneath his touch makes hot, heavy coils of desire wind in his stomach and makes his thighs tremble.
Cheeks flushed, eyes wide and bright, lips parted, beautiful body arched and ready . . . Yozak is beyond beauty. The sight defies words and Conrad desperately wishes he could freeze the moment keep them like this forever. Them. Together. Always.
He thrusts his fingers in hard. Faster. And Yozak twists and dances like a feather trapped on the breeze. Beautiful....
And mine.
"Yozak . . ."
He wants Yozak. Needs him . . . Needs to be inside him . . . The brunet bites his lips hard to stay in control and tears his gaze away.
He has to be careful and take care of Yozak. Yozak . . . that is all that is important now.
Conrad gropes around for the oil, fingers still working inside his lover's body, and ignores the redheads curses and groans and his own too-fast breathing. He can't hurt Yozak. He'd never allow himself to be so careless. Trying to be careful, but unable to stop the tremor in his hand, he pours a bit more oil over his fingers and then carefully slips a third finger inside Yozak hot, clinging body. The other man wails, but Conrad shushes him gently.
"Shhhhh . . . You're doing so well, lover. So well. We're almost done." He slowly scissors his fingers and tries not to imagine what those warm, firm inner walls will feel like around him. Conrad growls. He can't take much more of this...
Yozak's hips jerk and the man curses his name as Conrad slowly withdraws him fingers. Conrad chuckles. It's only the other man's desperation that stops him from losing himself. He pours oil into his palm and lets out a slow hiss as he rubs it on his own sorely neglected erection. There's so much he wants to do to this gorgeous man before him . . . so much . . .
Conrad grabs Yozak's legs and positions them on his shoulders. The abrupt motion makes Yozak gasp and the captain positions himself at his lover's entrance smiles. He pushes forward a bit, just barely breaching the other man's body. He shudders violently at the feel of Yozak's body and grits his teeth behind a smile.
". . . You're mine, Yozak." The man nods mindlessly. "And I'm yours."
The brunet slams himself hard into Yozak's body with no further warning and Yozak screams. Conrad freezes there, face twisted in pleasure and pain, and chokes for a moment, hands gripping tight enough to bruise.
"Y--Yozak . . ."
He pulls out slowly, trembling, and then slowly pushes back in.
The first thrust is deep and painful and hard and Yozak screams, arching as Conrad pushes into him roughly. The feeling is unfamiliar--he hasn't done this for some time--and the redhead gasps and whimpers as he shifts around, trying to adjust to the feeling of being filled again. It's strange, but not wholly unpleasant, and as Conrad moves inside him, Yozak's cries get caught in his throat and he arches off the bed slightly.
"Y--Yozak..."
The redhead clenches his hands tight in the blankets and lets out a deep, shuddering breath that morphs into a low moan when Conrad slowly pulls almost all the way out. Then the brunet pushes in again--slowly and steadily and with a maddening amount of calm.
"Aaah...so good...such a good boy..."
Conrad moves in and out of him again again. And again. And again, and with every slow, careful thrust, Yozak wants to scream at the top of his lungs. The slow, languid pace combined with the intensity of his arousal and the persistent burn of the slick oil across his skin are all driving him out of his mind, and he wants Conrad so badly--wants to feel him fast and hard and right there, but with every thrust, Conrad keeps that same maddeningly slow rhythm that drives Yozak insane.
Finally he can't take it anymore. As Conrad goes to pull out again, Yozak flexes his calf muscles, interrupting Conrad's slow, steady rhythm. The brunet gasps and tightens his grip on Yozak's thighs, and the redhead bites his knuckle hard to
"Faster..." he hisses, trying to keep his voice steady and trembling with the effort it takes to keep his muscles flexed. He locks eyes with Conrad for a moment, panting desperately from the effort of keeping his legs and abdomen flexed. Then Conrad groans and pushes against him and Yozak relaxes, breaking eye contact and falling back onto the bed.
"Damn it, Conrad..." he growls, desperate. "Please..."
He could lose himself like this . . . in the slow and even thrust in and out . . . Yozak's delicious little pleas and whimpers . . . the contrast of tight heat and cool air, each enveloping him in a steady rhythm that sent tension and desire dancing beneath his skin . . .
Yozak . . . my Yozak . . .
But Yozak is impatient. Always impatient. Always wanting more. And it's beautiful and perfect and Yozak begs so prettily . . . He could listen to that forever and not get tired of it.
"Damn it, Conrad... Please..."
The brunet obliges, pulling back and slamming into the redhead hard enough to make the other man choke and then twisting his hips slightly when he's all the way until hits that perfect little spot that elicits a scream from Yozak.
He grins down at his lover and licks his lips at the sight of the man's flushed face twisted in that unique mix of pleasure/pain. Perfect . . . Conrad leans forward slightly, forcing Yozak to bend in a way that can't be comfortable, but is not painful. His voice is a low hiss, heavy with arousal. "Beg for it."
Those endlessly blue eyes widen in shock and then outrage and Conrad smirks. He slides a hand down Yozak's thigh and over the bent curve of the redhead's stomach and then draws it back up to dance lightly over Yozak's hard shaft. The man curses loudly.
Conrad twist his hips, brushing that spot again, trying to take careful note of the angle and location and gently caresses Yozak's sac. "You can do better than that~~" he murmurs thickly, ignoring Yozak's writhing and curses. "Beg. Loud and long." His eyes seem to shine in the shadows cast by his bangs. "Beg me to fuck you."
Yozak looks like he wants to murder Conrad, hands twisted in the sheets, hips trapped and body twitching around the other man inside him, hair sweaty and messy and smelling like pears and vanilla and sex. Carnal. THAT's the word. He looks carnal . . . and like the most beautiful thing in the world. He clenches his jaw in clear defiance, eyes flashing, and Conrad gives him a soft smile that is almost frightening in context and straightens, gripping Yozak's hips again before jerking out abruptly and then slamming back in hard enough to force Yozak to arch off the bed.
"Please!!"
The howl that leaves Yozak is music to Conrad's ears and he repeats the act, smiling from both the pleasure he feels and the curses Yozak rains down on him, intermingled with desperate pleas.
"Faster?" Conrad's voice sounds a bit ragged. He slams into his lover again. And then again. Trying not to go too hard or too fast or to squeeze too hard or to miss that wonderful little nub of pleasure deep in Yozak's body. "Like this?" He gasps faintly as he pulls out, his body shaking slightly from desire and exhaustion and almost painful control.
"You son of a bitch!"
The smaller man thrusts in again in response, earning a muffled scream, and then pulls out. "Aah! You love it." And then in and out and in and out until all that's left is Yozak and the motion and he distantly wonders if he's bruising the other man.
"Mmm . . . Yozak . . ."
He's close . . . So close . . . And Yozak is close too, the man's whimpers and curses turning to gasps and groans.
"Yozak . . ."
Conrad opens his eyes (when had they closed?) just in time to see Yozak's hand reach up to his obviously needy erection and the brunet slams forward a bit harder than necessary and roughly smacks the larger man's hand away.
"No!" he growls, breathing heavy. So close now . . . His right hand slides down to Yozak's slick stomach, resting just above his lover's arousal and pulling their bodies together with his next thrust. His voice drops to a low hiss. "That's mine. If you want to dress like a woman, then you can come like one, too."
"That's mine. If you want to dress like a woman, then you can come like one, too."
Somehow, through the haze of the heat in his brain and the thick smell of sex and the press and slide of their bodies against each other, Conrad's words reach his ears and strike a nerve.
Come like a...?!
Yozak's eyes fly open and he catches sight of Conrad's sweaty, gorgeous face above him, looking so beautiful with flushed skin and gritted teeth and a thin sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. So beautiful, and so damn cocky. His failed attempt at touching himself frustrates him beyond belief and for a fleeting second Yozak's almost tempted to take a swing at his gorgeous lover.
"Fuck-nn! That is m-ahh!" Conrad thrusts again, and Yozak's protest turns into a long, low groan of approval. He twists his hands in his hair for lack of anything else to hold on to, the painful pull giving him something to ground himself in as his world shakes and bucks around him. "Bastard... AAH!!"
Conrad thrusts again, chuckling as he grinds into the redhead, electrifying him from head to toe. Yozak's voice cracks as he gasps and groans and it all feels so, so good, he can't get enough of Conrad but he doesn't ever, ever want him to stop. His hands scrabble wildly over the bed, desperate to cling to something and finding nothing to hold on to other than the infuriatingly smooth sheets. The entire room is moving wildly past his eyes, much too fast for Yozak to even think about trying to follow it. He feels like Conrad is everywhere inside him, touching him everywhere underneath his skin, from the tips on his toes to the roots of his hair with every wonderful, painfully delicious thrust.
Yozak twists, no longer aware of where he is or what he's babbling-though he can hear snatches of filthy swearing and Conrad's name and "need you need you need you pleeeeeeeeease" if he listens hard enough-only aware of how hot his skin is and the ache in his body and how horribly, horribly unfair Conrad is to him and please please please don't ever let this stop but he's so, so close now...
"Conrad...!" Yozak's hand wanders and captures his lover's wrist. Conrad tries to pull away, but Yozak grips him tightly, desperately. "...coming....pleasedamnitpleasewantyousobad-" Conrad just laughs and pulls his wrist free, thrusting hard into Yozak's body again.
Somewhere in his train of inane babble, Yozak hears himself again-"ohgodsneedyouneedyoupleasepleaseneedyou!!"-but all the words are lost to him as his entire body tenses up and Conrad slams into him again and grinds hard against that sweet, wonderful spot. Yozak's breath catches in his throat and for a long moment the entire world stills in front of his eyes as he can feel his voice gathering in his throat for a final, desperate scream.
"CONRAD!!"
He twists and jerks and gasps as stars explode in front of his eyes. Yozak arches clear off the bed and digs his heels into Conrad's shoulder blades hard as he shakes and his climax, more intense than he can recall in recent memory, tears through him. Waves of blissful pleasure descend onto his body and he can feel his release on his stomach. Yozak relaxes completely, sinks into the bed, and lets his head fall to the side, completely spent.
To hell with the war. To hell with the Shinou. Rad is fine and no one needs him right now and for once, Conrad did not want to be needed. He only wants Yozak and silence.
He pulls back and stares into those marvelous blue eyes. They're different than anything he's ever seen--like the essence of the sky itself trapped within the heart of a gem. He could get lost in them forever.
Mine.
"Baka. One way or another, don't I always come back to you?"
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[Habit forbids him to just crush the candy in his mouth, so he rolls it around in his mouth for a few minutes while he unfastens their belts. Peppermints. How astute. And...eerie, even, but that's not important right now. Conrad's hands on the mattress next to his head and the warm weight pressing him down and the knowledge that this is their time and nothing is going to disturb it, not even odd coincidences like that...those are the important facts. The brunet descends again for another kiss as Yozak undoes his lover's belt, and the redhead murmurs into quietly. The gentle press and slide of their tongues, and the sweet, marvelous smell of Conrad's hair and the taste of peppermints, making him feel safe and loved--those are the important things. Not the wars. Not their stupid pride. Nothing else but this.
Yozak scoots back a bit on the bed without breaking the kiss, pulling his legs up onto the mattress and curling them up underneath Conrad. His hands wander down to the hem of his own shirt. When he finally breaks the kiss, it's only for the briefest second--to sit up and yank his shirt over his head and throw it somewhere across the room. Then he lurches forward again, holding Corad's face between his hands and kissing the brunet--now deeply; now gently; now peppering every inch of that smooth, tan skin with little kisses and licks and bites.
He pulls the brunet back down with him, running his hand down the brunet's torso and nipping at the moist swell of that delicious lower lip, as if trying to memorize every tiny detail of the face he's come to adore.]
Conrad...
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"Hush. No talking. Not right now."
The redhead looks startled by the curt command, but nods and Conrad kisses him again, slower this time, taking the time to explore the taste of his lover mixed in with the peppermint.
How much time would he have here to savor this? How much longer would he be permitted to revel in the feel and scent and taste of Yozak in his arms?
He pushes the thoughts away. Thinking of the future will only make it come all the faster and he simply wants to be in the moment. His hands grip Yozak's wrists, pinning them to the man's sides as the brunet moves down Yozak's bare chest, leaving a trail of slow open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Jaw. Neck. Collarbone. Shoulder. Chest. One nipple. The other. Stomach. Navel . . . Everything he can reach. His tongue flicks lightly over the man's salty skin with each kiss, mapping his body by taste, occasionally he pauses at a rib and well-defined muscle and laps slowly at the soft skin there. It's salty and oddly sweet, with the faint taste of soap and the laundry detergent used to clean Yozak's close. He closes his eyes each time, eyelashes fluttering over Yozak's skin, and Yozak jerks each time, prompting Conrad to hold his wrists tighter and press them down into the mattress harder.
When he reaches the top of Yozak's waistband, he pulls up slightly to look up at lover and releases him in favor of tugging down the redhead's pant and underwear to his thighs. Yozak lifts his hips slightly to help, a mixture of confusion and anticipation shining in his eyes, and he shivers slightly when Conrad drags his fingertips up along the inside of his left thigh and up to his growing erection. The brunet takes it in hand, eyes still locked on Yozak's, and gently runs his fingers of the hot, rigid skin.
Yozak gasps and jerks sharply and Conrad casts him a sharp glance in rebuke before returning to his task. He loves the feel of Yozak in his hand. It almost makes him ache to feel the man thrusting deep, deep inside him and for a moment he wishes he had that glass toy Aniiue had given him to fill that void. But there'll be none of that this time. As much as he wants to let himself go in Yozak's arms, he wants even more to leave a mark on the man--to stake his claim. He wants to fuck Yozak so hard and so deep, that if he so much as sneezes while he's in Khrennikov, the redhead will feel the echo of the motion inside him, taking him all over again. Before he goes, he wants to take just one thing for himself: Yozak.
He hums with pleasure and slides his palm hard along the bottom of Yozak's erection, rolling his fingers over the top in a rhythmic, rippling, squeezing motion, and Yozak groans.
"Behave," Conrad murmurs as he pulls himself up onto his knees and uses his left hand to gently squeeze the base of Yozak's erection in the opposite rhythm as his right hand work the middle. "You wouldn't want me to get distracted and stop now, would you?"
He leans down slightly and, both hands still working, gently takes the very tip of Yozak's arousal into his mouth, slowly suckling. When his tongue gently rolls over the small slit, Yozak surges up and off the bed with a cry, but his motion is constrained by his pants binding his thighs and Conrad's weight pressing down on him in opposition.
Conrad pulls back and gives the man an arch look, biting his lower lip to keep himself from doing or saying something that could make Yozak uncomfortable. He stops squeezing, but continues to gently rub the man, enjoying the sensation.
"Did you want something, Yozak?"
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Then Conrad's lips bump against the top of his waistband. Yozak catches a glimpse of Conrad's warm brown eyes looking up him and sighs contently. Conrad releases his arms--tugs on his waistband--and slides Yozak's leggings and underwear down to the center of the larger man's thighs. The redhead brushes some hair out of his eyes, watching curiously, waiting for Conrad to remove his leggings all the way, if he's going to-
A soft touch on the inside of his thigh arrests his attention and Yozak shivers, clenching a hand in his hair briefly but not breaking eye contact with Conrad, who is staring at him with such intensity that Yozak feels compelled to shrink back into the mattress.
Then Conrad wraps his hands around Yozak's arousal, still staring, and the redhead's hips give a little jerk towards those soft, teasing hands.]
Aah!
[Conrad gives him a sharp look that he doesn't really register and continues his light touches and strokes. Yozak arches off the bed as a warm, rippling touch envelopes him and tangles his hands in his hair. Gods. Conrad's touch is horrible-warm and slow and completely wonderful, and Yozak wants more-he wants to be touched faster, all over his body; and he wants to touch Conrad, too...Conrad is too good to not be appreciated...but when he reaches a hand down, the brunet pulls away.]
"Behave. You wouldn't want me to get distracted and stop now, would you?"
Nn... [No, no, nonononono. Stopping is a horrible thing. Stopping is the last thing he wants. Yozak settles back onto the bed as calmly as he can and runs his hand over his face, wiping away the thin layer of sweat clinging to his cheeks and throat. He still has the peppermint tucked in his cheek, and he grounds himself with that, sucking at the candy fitfully and trying to keep quiet. It's harder now that the threat of discovery is gone.
Conrad licks the head of his arousal and Yozak crushes the candy between his teeth. The brunet slides his tongue carefully around the very tip of the redhead's erection, slowly, cautiously-teasingly-and Yozak arches off the bed with a loud moan, trying to entice Conrad to take more of him in, or touch him, or something, anything other than these slow, feather-light touches teasing him. He wants more-right now. He wants to scream-demand to be taken hard and fast and right now...]
A-ahh~
[But he doesn't want Conrad to get distracted, either.
He cries out again as the wonderful wet touches leave him, replaced by a gentle, circular rubbing. Yozak whimpers at the unfairness of it all, tangling one hand in his hair and the other in the bedsheets. The redhead pants and twists into the touch and tries to spread and bend his legs to push himself up at the waist, but his leggings around his thighs and Conrad perched on Yozak's knees prevent it.]
"Did you want something, Yozak?"
Y-yes...yessss.... [The redhead writhes into the touch and looks up through heavily-lidded eyes.] I want you...please... [Yozak reaches his hands out for his lover, desperately wanting to touch that tan skin.] More. Again. Anything. Just...want you, Conrad...please...
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"Anything~~?"
Conrad wraps his right hand around Yozak's erection and slides his left hand down to gently caress Yozak's sac. The redhead groans low in his throat and writhes unhappily.
"Hmmmmm . . ." His voice is soft and gentle. "Anything covers a lot of ground . . ."
He gently gathers the soft, silky skin into his palm and presses it up against Yozak's body and rubbing in a slow, circular motion as his right hand continues to gently caress the man's arousal.
As he speaks, he shifts so that his own aching erection is pressed against Yoza's right thigh and rocks forward, watching his lower with hungry eyes. "Could you be a bit more specific? Because personally . . . I just want to fuck you right now."
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But it's Conrad. Conrad wouldn't do anything that Yozak didn't like. He wouldn't pull out anything...too weird.
He trusts Conrad.
The brunet takes his sac in hand and Yozak groans unhappily. This is all horribly unfair. He wants to move--wants to pounce on this strange, foreign, dominant Conrad and put him in his place. How had he let this situation get out of his control like this?
And why the hell doesn't he seem to care about getting it back?]
"Could you be a bit more specific? Because personally...I just want to fuck you right now."
[There's a firm, hard press against his thigh, and Yozak groans in anticipation. Good. Because that's what he wants, too. He wants Conrad on top of him and inside of him and sliding under his skin; he wants to lose his mind and scream Conrad's name and annoy the shit out of that bastard clone next door and everyone else within earshot. He wants to be fucked. Now.
Then--Nnn!--then fuck me... [he grates. Yozak's head feels light from the dizzying sensations and it's hard to speak sensibly. His hands wander down the sheets a tiny bit, but before they've even passed his hips, Conrad gives his erection a warning squeeze. Yozak balls his hands into the bed sheets and tosses his head towards the side in the direction of the nightstand, where he laid out the scented and flavored oils earlier.]
There...there's lube. How do you want me? On my back? My side? On my knees? [The redhead swivels his hips slightly, impatiently, and runs his hands through his damp hair.] Sitting? Standing? [He wipes the sweat off of his forehead again and tries to thrust into Conrad's hands again and once again is paralyzed by the grip his lover has on his erection.
He pants and stretches his neck out, desperate for some kind of movement other than the slow, burning rub Conrad is inflicting on him.] Don't jerk me around...just do it if you're going to...
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"Just do it?" He chuckles. "You always were impatient." The brunet rolls his hips, rubbing himself against Yozak's thigh as he presses his left hand up harder against Yozak's body, still rubbing. His right slides down to the base of Yozak's arousal and he wraps his thumb and forefinger tight around his lover's member, constraining his need.
Conrad rocks his hips forward again. He has to be careful--if he gets too enthusiastic he could end up falling down and that wouldn't be any fun.
"Mmmmm . . ." Another thrust. Yozak looks ready to scream in frustration. "What feels best? Our first time was good, don't you think?" Thrust. "That first time you were inside me, I was on top of you, riding you hard. You have no idea how good it was. I love having you inside me, Yozak." Thrust. "If I had my way, I'd just keep your cock in me all day long, moving every time I moved. That was good, wasn't it?"
Another thrust. Harder. "And our second time . . . You pinned me down . . . Made me scream." His breathing is getting shallower and heavier and he closes his eyes to better focus on his memories and the heat in his hands. "You were so deep inside me, Yozak, that I couldn't breathe . . . couldn't see . . . All I wanted was that. You. In me." Thrust. "Taking me." Thrust." Claiming me. Do you have any clue how much I wanted that? How much I want you and to be yours?"
Conrad opens his eyes. Yozak's face is twisted in a mixture of pleasure and need that verges on pain and it takes a serious exertion of self control not to climb up his body and kiss Yozak with all the desperate hunger boiling inside him. He thrust hard and slow, back rippling with the effort it takes to remain upright. "And then there was the last time. The handcuffs. You liked that, didn't you? I was on my knees, begging, pleading . . . Helpless. I wish you could have felt it, Yozak . . . how good it was . . . how big and hard . . ."
The brunet bites his lip again and watches his lover, eyes almost glowing. "You just love fucking me, don't you?" Then he chuckles and rocks forward again with a growl, frustrated by his own games. "So tell me how you want it, Yozak. I want to make you feel so good . . ."
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Conrad's speaking, but Yozak can barely hear anything over the thumping of his heart in his ears and his shallow, rasping breath. Why won't he do it? Why won't Conrad just fuck him? Can't he see how much Yozak wants him?]
"Mmmmm...Our first time was good, don't you think?...That was good, wasn't it...?"
Yes... [The little thrusts on his thigh are going just a little lower, and Yozak bites his lip and wrenches his eyes away from the hands on his groin to meet his lover's burning brown eyes. Gods. The look that Conrad is giving him is intense--fiery and lustful and it makes Yozak licks his lips and squirm against the smaller man in tense anticipation.]
"And our second time...You pinned me down...Made me scream....Do you have any clue how much I wanted that? How much I want you and to be yours?"
Yesss... [ he murmurs. And it's the truth, because that's what Yozak wants right now: he wants Conrad to pin him to this bed, their bed, and make him moan and scream. He wants Conrad inside him, marking him. He wants that feeling--the memories--to sustain him when Conrad is gone. He stretches his neck back again, his eyes shut, mouth open, sweat dappling his skin.] Yes, Conrad, yes...
"And then there was the last time. The handcuffs. You liked that, didn't you?"
[Gods, those handcuffs. He ought to send Hoka-Gwendal a prize for those things. The ache in his groin is becoming unbearable and it's taking all of Yozak's self-control not to just throw the brunet off of him so that he can get some relief. Yozak twists his legs underneath his lover--covers his eyes--tangles both hands in his hair.] Yes, yes!
"You just love fucking me, don't you?"
[More than he loves breathing.] So much. So, so much...
"So tell me how you want it, Yozak. I want to make you feel so good..."
[Yozak tightens his hands in his hair, looking to the side. This really isn't fair, making him think. Everything's good...anything's fine....Yozak doesn't know; he doesn't care; he just wants Conrad inside him, now. The brunet presses against him one last time and he growls out his reply.]
Th...this...is fine. On my back. [He turns his face back towards Conrad, panting and sweating and hating Conrad right now for his games, but wanting to see that calm, beautiful face all the same.] This is...perfect. Anything's perfect...'s long as it's you...
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The brunet lays down on the man's legs and uses his right hand to slowly, gently push Yozak's erection back towards the soldier's stomach. He takes the man's sac in his left hand again and wiggles until he's lying between Yozak's legs. Then he leans forward and slowly takes the redhead's sac into his mouth, carefully running his lips and tongue of the soft, heavily ridged skin. Yozak screams and tries to arch up, hands twisting desperately in the bedclothes. Conrad growls around the obstruction in his mouth in warning and gently pinches the sensitive place where it connects with Yozak's body with his left hand and squeeze the base of the man's erection a bit tighter with his right. It's uncomfortable, but now painful--the worst part being that it will stop Yozak's ball from drawing close to his body and prevent him from coming.
Conrad hums, alternately sucking and lapping at his lover's most delicate parts and using the weight of his body to hold down his thighs. The redhead's erection twitches eagerly in his hand, needy, and the brunet slowly draws back, sucking hard. Yozak is going wild beneath him, struggling and gasping, and Conrad allows his balls to slip heavily from his before leaning up to slowly lick a thin wet line up the length of Yozak's erection to the tip. He gives the tip a brief hard suck, earning another spasm and wail, and then Conrad pulls back. He waits a moment until Yozak raises his head weakly and then stares the man hard in the eyes.
"You really want to come right now, don't you, Yozak?"
"Y--yes . . ."
He smiles. "My poor Yozak . . . I'm going to let you go and get up and you're not allowed to come or touch yourself in anyway. If you're bad, I'm going to put on my shirt and go help Brice assemble the men. If you're good, then I'm going to come back with lubricant and then I'm going to put my fingers deep inside you, and then I'm going to fuck you. Understand?"
It takes a moment for the word to sink in, but Yozak nods jerkily and winds his hands tight in the bedsheets.
Conrad smirks. "Good boy." And then he licks Yozak's stomach.
The redhead whimpers and shivers, but doesn't move and Conrad takes it as proof of his dedication. He slowly, gently releases his clasp on the the base of Yozak's sac and then waits for a moment for Yozak to adjust to the feeling, gently rubbing his left palm in soothing circles on the man's hip and murmuring encouragement. He can feel the muscles twitching desperately under his hand. Then he releases his grip on Yozak's arousal, garnering a deliciously sweet half-moan, half whimper.
As much as he wants to take him the sights of his lover desperately trying to restrain himself, Conrad os so hard, it's painful. He slips off the bed, stripping off his pants as he walks to the nightstand, and retrieves the warming message oil from the table, by-passing the traditional lubricant entirely. He turns and licks his lips at the pretty picture Yozak makes. The walk back around the bed is slow, but hearing Yozak's sweet little whimpers and curses and pleas make it worthwhile. He climbs back into the bed, smiling and pouring a bit of message oil into his palm as he kneels between Yozak's legs. "So tell me, lover, were you a good boy?"
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[The words are fuzzy and unclear in his ear, muted by the fierce pounding of his pulse throughout his body. His hands tighten in the blankets, and Yozak can't help wondering how much longer it'll take before he wears holes in Conrad's nice, satiny bedspread.]
Ah..AAH!!
[Conrad gently moves his mouth around Yozak's sac, and Yozak screams in frustration and pleasure. He wants...he needs release, and soon, or he's going to go mad from these warm, gentle, cruel touches. He arches into Conrad's touch without thinking, moaning and murmuring under his breath, pleading for Conrad to take pity on his poor, desperate, whimpering self...Conrad pinches the base of his sac instead, and Yozak gasps and makes a strange whimpering noise, wriggling unhappily.
Then Conrad hums around him...Yozak tosses and his whole upper torso bucks involuntarily.
N--nn! Conrad...please, Conrad...
[Conrad finally lets the redhead's sac slip out of his mouth, and Yozak gives something like a choked sob and twists his entire upper body into the sheets. He wants to move, so, so badly, or touch himself, or something, anything to assuage this horrible, aching burn in his body. Yozak brushes the hair out of his eyes and hisses through his teeth as Conrad gives his erection one last firm suck before pulling back altogether.]
"You really want to come right now, don't you, Yozak?"
Y--yes... [He can't even look at Conrad without feeling the heat of the other man on him. The redhead lowers his eyes to avoid that buring gaze and stares down at his flushed abs and his sweaty, tense thighs. Every muscle in his body is coiled tightly in anticipation, and the stress of being denied again and again is starting to take its toll on him. He's not sure how much longer he can last before he'll be forced to take matters into his own hands.]
"My poor Yozak...I'm going to let you go and get up and you're not allowed to come or touch yourself in anyway. If you're bad, I'm going to put on my shirt and go help Brice assemble the men. If you're good, then I'm going to come back with lubricant and then I'm going to put my fingers deep inside you, and then I'm going to fuck you. Understand?"
[You're a bastard and I hope you get shot in the leg with an arrow.]
[He refuses to acknowledge to himself that if Conrad were to get shot with an arrow, he might come home earlier so that they could do this aaaaall over again.
After a minute, Yozak nods--rights himself on the bed--twists his hands in the bedsheets and stares back at the canopy. He can do this. Conrad licks a path up his sweaty, tense abs, and Yozak shivers as another surge of pleasure moves through him, but he doesn't move. He doesn't look at Conrad, either; looking will just make him burn hotter and he can't have that. Not right now. The brunet rubs his hip and Yozak jerks with a grimace.]
"Good boy."
[Then Conrad licks him again and leaves, and Yozak's hands twitch madly in the bedsheets. Now it's cold and he needs Conrad and gods, why is he being so cruel to Yozak...For a second the redhead almost reaches out and touches himself, but he hears the soft thump of clothing hitting the floor...the light padding of Conrad's bare feet...he closes his eyes and listens, murmuring softly under his breath, moving his mouth so that his hands stay still.
Then a soft weight and a warm brush against his thigh signals to him that Conrad has returned.]
"So tell me, lover..."
[His hands feel like they've fused themselves into fists.]
"...were you a good boy?"
[The redhead draws one leg up slowly and tilts his head back to look at the canopy.]
Mmm...mm-hmmm....[He rests one hand flat on his chest and draws in a deep, shuddering breath to counter his desperate little pants.] ...the best...
[Then he gets a whiff of it.
The subtle, delicate scent of vanilla and pears.
Yozak moans and drops his head to the side with a soft curse and a slight moan.] You're wicked....
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"Am I . . .?" Conrad smirks and pours the warm, slick oil into his palm and then carefully set the bottle to the side. He rubs his hands together, spreading the oil, and a wave of warmth floods through the skin of his palm. The mingled scents of fruit and vanilla fill the air. "Well, we can't both be good boys, can we?"
The brunet smiles and presses his palms against Yozak's taut stomach, leaning down heavily and slowly sliding his slick hands up until he can gently pinch Yozak's nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. Yozak moans as the heat begins to sink in and Conrad slides down again, dragging his hands after before slowly sitting up again. He fondles his lover for a moment, gently running his hands over the man's erection and sac again, spreading the oil over the hypersensitive skin while drinking in the sight of the redhead's distress.
"So beautiful . . ." Conrad shifts so that he's sitting in his knees, his own arousal burning through him uncomfortably. He slides his hands down over Yozak's thighs and wrestles with the temptation to take the man's slick arousal into his mouth again. The scent of pears and vanilla are irresistible.
"I wish I could suck you," he murmurs in throaty voice, tearing his eyes away his lover's face and shallowly thrusting hips to concentrate on what he's doing. He slips his arms under Yozak's legs--hooking his elbows under the back of the man's knees--and pulls the larger man's hips up, propping Yozak's hips up on Conrad's knees as the man's legs are kept anchored on his arms. The position completely exposes Yozak to him and it occurs to Conrad suddenly that a large deal of trust must be involved. Yozak never exposes himself . . . except to Conrad.
He smiles and gently reaches down and gently presses a finger down against the firm ring of muscle there. It spasms slightly beneath his touch and he gently presses and rubs slow circles around it, fascinated by the sight. He's never done this before--none of his previous male lovers were really the type and Conrad rather prefers a more relaxed role when having sex with a man. But this is something new . . . Driving Yozak mad . . . breaking a strong man down with nothing more than his hands lips and tongue. . . is a power like none other.
And he's mine.
MINE.
The brunet gropes for the bottle and then snags it with his free hand. He continues his light touches at Yozak's entrance for a moment and pours a bit of oil over his circling pointer finger just before he slowly, but firmly pushes it into Yozak's body. The redhead moans and jerks slightly.
"You're mine, right, Yozak?" He slips his finger in to the second knuckle and then pulls it out. "Say it." And Yozak is so hot inside . . . So tight and his body seems to cling . . . "You're mine now."
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"I wish I could suck you."
Please...
[Conrad ignores him and slips his arms underneath Yozak's legs. The redhead pushes forward with his trembling arms, trying to help and make this as easy for Conrad as possible so that maybe, maybe his beautiful, teasing, wonderful lover will appreciate him being so helpful...
And now his hips are resting on Conrad's warm thighs and his legs are in the air, and part of Yozak is apprehensive. But it's Conrad. Conrad isn't going to hurt him...no, not even a little. Conrad is going to take care of him...make him feel better than he's felt all day...]
Ah--!
[His breath catches as he feels pressure against his entrance. Yozak murmurs and tries to push himself into the touch, but it's impossible in this position; he's completely at Conrad's mercy. The redhead moans in a mixture of relief and gratitude and barely-supressed anticipation when a warm finger finally slides inside of him.]
"You're mine, right, Yozak?"
Yes...
[He tries to grind those fingers inside him in even deeper, but his position makes it hard, and when he does succeed in moving a few inches closer, Conrad moves his hand a few inches back. Yozak groans and grips the edge of the bed fitfully. The heat pooling in his groin is spreading all over his body, racing along his limbs and chest and everywhere that Conrad touches.]
Please, Conrad... [he murmurs.] Please...
[Then Conrad brushes against that sweet spot inside of him, and Yozak wails. Conrad's fingers still inside of him, and when Yozak's body steadies again, the redhead can hear the sound of his lover's light, pleasant chuckling...laughing at him...Yozak moans, loud and unabashed, as the brunet pushes a second finger into him and brushes against him again.]
Yours!! [Yozak shouts as he arches.] Please--ah!--yours! Conrad...all yours...only...Conrad!
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Yozak's words move him like water and the sight of the man arching and writhing beneath his touch makes hot, heavy coils of desire wind in his stomach and makes his thighs tremble.
Cheeks flushed, eyes wide and bright, lips parted, beautiful body arched and ready . . . Yozak is beyond beauty. The sight defies words and Conrad desperately wishes he could freeze the moment keep them like this forever. Them. Together. Always.
He thrusts his fingers in hard. Faster. And Yozak twists and dances like a feather trapped on the breeze. Beautiful....
And mine.
"Yozak . . ."
He wants Yozak. Needs him . . . Needs to be inside him . . . The brunet bites his lips hard to stay in control and tears his gaze away.
He has to be careful and take care of Yozak. Yozak . . . that is all that is important now.
Conrad gropes around for the oil, fingers still working inside his lover's body, and ignores the redheads curses and groans and his own too-fast breathing. He can't hurt Yozak. He'd never allow himself to be so careless. Trying to be careful, but unable to stop the tremor in his hand, he pours a bit more oil over his fingers and then carefully slips a third finger inside Yozak hot, clinging body. The other man wails, but Conrad shushes him gently.
"Shhhhh . . . You're doing so well, lover. So well. We're almost done." He slowly scissors his fingers and tries not to imagine what those warm, firm inner walls will feel like around him. Conrad growls. He can't take much more of this...
Yozak's hips jerk and the man curses his name as Conrad slowly withdraws him fingers. Conrad chuckles. It's only the other man's desperation that stops him from losing himself. He pours oil into his palm and lets out a slow hiss as he rubs it on his own sorely neglected erection. There's so much he wants to do to this gorgeous man before him . . . so much . . .
Conrad grabs Yozak's legs and positions them on his shoulders. The abrupt motion makes Yozak gasp and the captain positions himself at his lover's entrance smiles. He pushes forward a bit, just barely breaching the other man's body. He shudders violently at the feel of Yozak's body and grits his teeth behind a smile.
". . . You're mine, Yozak." The man nods mindlessly. "And I'm yours."
The brunet slams himself hard into Yozak's body with no further warning and Yozak screams. Conrad freezes there, face twisted in pleasure and pain, and chokes for a moment, hands gripping tight enough to bruise.
"Y--Yozak . . ."
He pulls out slowly, trembling, and then slowly pushes back in.
"Aaah . . . So good . . . Such a good boy . . ."
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"Y--Yozak..."
The redhead clenches his hands tight in the blankets and lets out a deep, shuddering breath that morphs into a low moan when Conrad slowly pulls almost all the way out. Then the brunet pushes in again--slowly and steadily and with a maddening amount of calm.
"Aaah...so good...such a good boy..."
Conrad moves in and out of him again again. And again. And again, and with every slow, careful thrust, Yozak wants to scream at the top of his lungs. The slow, languid pace combined with the intensity of his arousal and the persistent burn of the slick oil across his skin are all driving him out of his mind, and he wants Conrad so badly--wants to feel him fast and hard and right there, but with every thrust, Conrad keeps that same maddeningly slow rhythm that drives Yozak insane.
Finally he can't take it anymore. As Conrad goes to pull out again, Yozak flexes his calf muscles, interrupting Conrad's slow, steady rhythm. The brunet gasps and tightens his grip on Yozak's thighs, and the redhead bites his knuckle hard to
"Faster..." he hisses, trying to keep his voice steady and trembling with the effort it takes to keep his muscles flexed. He locks eyes with Conrad for a moment, panting desperately from the effort of keeping his legs and abdomen flexed. Then Conrad groans and pushes against him and Yozak relaxes, breaking eye contact and falling back onto the bed.
"Damn it, Conrad..." he growls, desperate. "Please..."
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Yozak . . . my Yozak . . .
But Yozak is impatient. Always impatient. Always wanting more. And it's beautiful and perfect and Yozak begs so prettily . . . He could listen to that forever and not get tired of it.
"Damn it, Conrad... Please..."
The brunet obliges, pulling back and slamming into the redhead hard enough to make the other man choke and then twisting his hips slightly when he's all the way until hits that perfect little spot that elicits a scream from Yozak.
He grins down at his lover and licks his lips at the sight of the man's flushed face twisted in that unique mix of pleasure/pain. Perfect . . . Conrad leans forward slightly, forcing Yozak to bend in a way that can't be comfortable, but is not painful. His voice is a low hiss, heavy with arousal. "Beg for it."
Those endlessly blue eyes widen in shock and then outrage and Conrad smirks. He slides a hand down Yozak's thigh and over the bent curve of the redhead's stomach and then draws it back up to dance lightly over Yozak's hard shaft. The man curses loudly.
Conrad twist his hips, brushing that spot again, trying to take careful note of the angle and location and gently caresses Yozak's sac. "You can do better than that~~" he murmurs thickly, ignoring Yozak's writhing and curses. "Beg. Loud and long." His eyes seem to shine in the shadows cast by his bangs. "Beg me to fuck you."
Yozak looks like he wants to murder Conrad, hands twisted in the sheets, hips trapped and body twitching around the other man inside him, hair sweaty and messy and smelling like pears and vanilla and sex. Carnal. THAT's the word. He looks carnal . . . and like the most beautiful thing in the world. He clenches his jaw in clear defiance, eyes flashing, and Conrad gives him a soft smile that is almost frightening in context and straightens, gripping Yozak's hips again before jerking out abruptly and then slamming back in hard enough to force Yozak to arch off the bed.
"Please!!"
The howl that leaves Yozak is music to Conrad's ears and he repeats the act, smiling from both the pleasure he feels and the curses Yozak rains down on him, intermingled with desperate pleas.
"Faster?" Conrad's voice sounds a bit ragged. He slams into his lover again. And then again. Trying not to go too hard or too fast or to squeeze too hard or to miss that wonderful little nub of pleasure deep in Yozak's body. "Like this?" He gasps faintly as he pulls out, his body shaking slightly from desire and exhaustion and almost painful control.
"You son of a bitch!"
The smaller man thrusts in again in response, earning a muffled scream, and then pulls out. "Aah! You love it." And then in and out and in and out until all that's left is Yozak and the motion and he distantly wonders if he's bruising the other man.
"Mmm . . . Yozak . . ."
He's close . . . So close . . . And Yozak is close too, the man's whimpers and curses turning to gasps and groans.
"Yozak . . ."
Conrad opens his eyes (when had they closed?) just in time to see Yozak's hand reach up to his obviously needy erection and the brunet slams forward a bit harder than necessary and roughly smacks the larger man's hand away.
"No!" he growls, breathing heavy. So close now . . . His right hand slides down to Yozak's slick stomach, resting just above his lover's arousal and pulling their bodies together with his next thrust. His voice drops to a low hiss. "That's mine. If you want to dress like a woman, then you can come like one, too."
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Somehow, through the haze of the heat in his brain and the thick smell of sex and the press and slide of their bodies against each other, Conrad's words reach his ears and strike a nerve.
Come like a...?!
Yozak's eyes fly open and he catches sight of Conrad's sweaty, gorgeous face above him, looking so beautiful with flushed skin and gritted teeth and a thin sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. So beautiful, and so damn cocky. His failed attempt at touching himself frustrates him beyond belief and for a fleeting second Yozak's almost tempted to take a swing at his gorgeous lover.
"Fuck-nn! That is m-ahh!" Conrad thrusts again, and Yozak's protest turns into a long, low groan of approval. He twists his hands in his hair for lack of anything else to hold on to, the painful pull giving him something to ground himself in as his world shakes and bucks around him. "Bastard... AAH!!"
Conrad thrusts again, chuckling as he grinds into the redhead, electrifying him from head to toe. Yozak's voice cracks as he gasps and groans and it all feels so, so good, he can't get enough of Conrad but he doesn't ever, ever want him to stop. His hands scrabble wildly over the bed, desperate to cling to something and finding nothing to hold on to other than the infuriatingly smooth sheets. The entire room is moving wildly past his eyes, much too fast for Yozak to even think about trying to follow it. He feels like Conrad is everywhere inside him, touching him everywhere underneath his skin, from the tips on his toes to the roots of his hair with every wonderful, painfully delicious thrust.
Yozak twists, no longer aware of where he is or what he's babbling-though he can hear snatches of filthy swearing and Conrad's name and "need you need you need you pleeeeeeeeease" if he listens hard enough-only aware of how hot his skin is and the ache in his body and how horribly, horribly unfair Conrad is to him and please please please don't ever let this stop but he's so, so close now...
"Conrad...!" Yozak's hand wanders and captures his lover's wrist. Conrad tries to pull away, but Yozak grips him tightly, desperately. "...coming....pleasedamnitpleasewantyousobad-" Conrad just laughs and pulls his wrist free, thrusting hard into Yozak's body again.
Somewhere in his train of inane babble, Yozak hears himself again-"ohgodsneedyouneedyoupleasepleaseneedyou!!"-but all the words are lost to him as his entire body tenses up and Conrad slams into him again and grinds hard against that sweet, wonderful spot. Yozak's breath catches in his throat and for a long moment the entire world stills in front of his eyes as he can feel his voice gathering in his throat for a final, desperate scream.
"CONRAD!!"
He twists and jerks and gasps as stars explode in front of his eyes. Yozak arches clear off the bed and digs his heels into Conrad's shoulder blades hard as he shakes and his climax, more intense than he can recall in recent memory, tears through him. Waves of blissful pleasure descend onto his body and he can feel his release on his stomach. Yozak relaxes completely, sinks into the bed, and lets his head fall to the side, completely spent.
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