Though he was no longer looking at the stars, Curt could see stars behind heavy-lidded eyes, whiteness blooming in the black, the edges tinted with blues and reds and greens as sharp, hot sensations resulting from Jaime's teeth upon his flesh flared up. The pleasurepain was most welcome, and he responded in kind by applying more pressure with his nails and slowly, firmly canting his hips forward.
"We ought to find somewhere more secluded," Jaime managed, still biting and licking his way down to Curt's chest. He wanted nothing better than to tug Curt down to the sand and pull the other man on top of him but the compound was still in plain view.
"Yeah," Curt agreed, the last part of the word sounding more like a moan than anything. Disentangling himself from Jaime, Curt took hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly as he looked around. He had no idea where a good secluded spot would be; Curt spent most of his time inside the compound.
Caves sounded good to Curt. They were primal, as ancient as the land that had been pushed to the surface by the sea. The caves were closer to God and Gods, and Curt wanted to remind them how tragic he had become, how he did not care how much he became punished.
"The caves," Curt replied, his lips moving against the shell of Jaime's ear.
Jaime began to tug Curt in that direction. He was familiar with the caves as well but less for primal reasons and more because he liked how cool they were in temperature. Certainly they would also provide them with excellent privacy. "And then I want you to punish me," he said with a smirk. The Gods could punish Curt later.
Following Jaime willingly, his lips quirked in a small, promising grin. "That can be arranged," he promised as they ducked inside a cool, dark cave. They barely passed the thin shaft of light at the lip of the cave before Curt pressed Jaime up against the damp, rocky wall, trapping Jaime's head on either side with his hands. "Tell me what you want," he all but growled, nipping at Jaime's lips.
Oh Hells, this is already exactly what I want, Jaime thought somewhat smugly, he liked nothing so much as being held down. "You," he purred, running his fingers over Curt's chest.
"Yeah?" Curt grunted, shifting his weight to his other foot. As he shifted, he felt something distinctly stirring against his lower hip. He smirked, then dropped one hand down between them, pressing the heel of his palm against Jaime's thigh as his hips pulled back. Glancing down, he could see just how interested Jaime was in the moment.
The smirk deepened as Curt firmly planted his feet against the ground and thrust in slow and hard and deliberate, their hips grinding together. Curt felt himself bump against Jaime in a particular way and he grunted a second time, then gasped and did it all over again.
Jaime made a sound somewhere between a growl and choke as he pressed up against Curt. He did not mind Curt noticing his arousal since the interest was mutual and hardly anything worth being ashamed of. He let his head rest against the wall of the cave and began working off the other man's trousers. "Yes."
Mindful of Jaime's fingers moving over the laced fly of his trousers, Curt twisted his hips in roughly again, then bit down on the soft skin on the inside of his lower lip. "You'll have me," he swore with another hard, slow grind. He wasn't sure who gasped first, but Curt took advantage of it nonetheless, pushing his tongue in past Jaime's teeth, then slowly dragging it back. The tip dipped down between Jaime's lower lip and the hard ridges of his teeth
Moaning now, Curt steadied his hands on Jaime's chest, his own heaving with labored breath. "Take it out," he rasped, thrusting a hand down between them to rub against Jaime, the palm of his hand pushing in hard.
"Gods," Jaime said as he took in a rather ragged breath. He smirked slightly as he got the laces undone and wrapped his fingers around Curt's length, stroking slowly. "Kiss me again," he suggested before pressing their lips back together anyway and began stroking somewhat harder and faster.
Jaime did not have to ask Curt twice. The moment their lips met again, Curt opened his mouth against Jaime's, tongue sliding into the warm crevice. Their teeth clacked together and Curt pressed their mouths together so hard he tasted a metallic tang. Still he did not leave off, kissing Jaime as though his life depended on it, the motions of his tongue mimicking the snapping of his hips. He could practically feel the grooves of Jaime's palm against his heated flesh, and Curt groaned, the sound lost in the cavern of Jaime's mouth, as he worked on the fastenings of Jaime's own trousers. It took a bit of maneuvering, but Curt managed to undo his fly as well. In a matter of moments both their hands were round their cocks, which rubbed together between them in a way that made Curt somewhat howl. His hips began to buckle and he could feel his thighs trembling, though he did not cease his ministrations.
The taste of metal and then heat of Curt's hand made Jaime gasp louder than he really had intented to. The sound did not bother him, however, since it was certainly nothing compared to the howling sound the other man made. A sound that was because of him and that was such a strange sort of relief. Very encouraging as well although Jaime found that he needed to lean back against the wall a bit more, supporting his own weight was a little difficult when all he wanted to do was groan and try to make Curt howl again. He continued stroking with more urgency.
A wet smacking sound filled the air, along with loud gasping breaths. As Jaime sped up his motions, the stars left from behind Curt's lids, replaced with black as a sharp, hot pleasure ripped right through him. It had been some time since Curt had been with someone who touched him roughly there, and he had to grit his teeth and force himself to pull at Jaime firmly lest he lose his vision again.
He could feel the other man's flesh pulsing beneath his hand and he yelled, pulling his hand away, replacing it on Jaime's shoulder. Every last inch of him on fire, Curt spun him around, grabbing Jaime's arms in one hand, pinning them to the wall with one hand. His breath was hot against Jaime's nape. "Not yet," he said huskily.
"Mm," Jaime offered up in agreement as he worked to catch his breath, letting his forehead rest against the smooth rock in front of him. He closed his eyes briefly, trying not to push back against Curt although he was eager for more of whatever the other man might offer. "When?" Now?
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"The caves," Curt replied, his lips moving against the shell of Jaime's ear.
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The smirk deepened as Curt firmly planted his feet against the ground and thrust in slow and hard and deliberate, their hips grinding together. Curt felt himself bump against Jaime in a particular way and he grunted a second time, then gasped and did it all over again.
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Moaning now, Curt steadied his hands on Jaime's chest, his own heaving with labored breath. "Take it out," he rasped, thrusting a hand down between them to rub against Jaime, the palm of his hand pushing in hard.
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He could feel the other man's flesh pulsing beneath his hand and he yelled, pulling his hand away, replacing it on Jaime's shoulder. Every last inch of him on fire, Curt spun him around, grabbing Jaime's arms in one hand, pinning them to the wall with one hand. His breath was hot against Jaime's nape. "Not yet," he said huskily.
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