RP: Gay Paree

[shh_michael]

Date: November 27, 2007
Characters: Dennis Creevey, Michael Corner
Location: Paris, France
Status: Semi-Private (doubt any of the team members are interested in going where they are going)
Summary: Dennis is despondent, and Michael wants to take his mind off it
Completion: Complete

As he was unfamiliar with the city, Michael decided to take a cab.  He

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[shh_michael]

He noticed the shift in Dennis' body which he hoped meant he was beginning to relax and enjoy himself. When he raised his arms to wrap them around Michael's neck, he took advantage of the opportunity to slip his hand under his shirt and stroke his midriff and navel. Looking around at what some of the other people were doing, Michael didn't think anyone was going to object to a bit of fondling. "I like the way you feel under my hands," he replied. "So if they're doing something you like, it's only because I can't keep them off you."

It was such a strange place, but then again, Michael supposed that when you spent most of your life suppressing your impulses of affection or desire and then were presented with the opportunity to be free and open, it was only natural to go all out.

And all the complicated rules governing behavior between men and women seemed to be left at the door. There wasn't a whole lot of subtlety to be found here, the signals being passed were clear and unmistakable.

Once again, he reflected he was glad to have Dennis here with him. It would all have been overwhelming if he'd actually came to meet someone. Insted, he could be part of it, absorb the sensuality of it all without being carried away by it.

He realized that he'd begun stroking Dennis' nipples under his shirt unconsciously, and Dennis' arse was flush against his crotch, moving in an oval of sorts and making him twitch in response. He could feel the beet of the music all through his body, and the alcohol was finally beginning to reach his bloodstream, spreading warmth through his body. Turning his face back to Dennis, he let his tongue trace the outline of Dennis' ear. "Do you see how they're looking at you? Do you have any idea how bloody gorgeous you are? You could have anyone in the place, mate."

[shh_dennis]

Instinctively, his body pushed further into Michael's as his skinned was stroked and fingers skimmed his nipples.

Opening his eyes, he was amazed to see that Michael was apparently correct. There were eyes staring at them, him. And they were filled with something he recognized; he'd seen it in Michael's too.

"Only one person here I want though. Guess I should make that clear, huh?" Raising Michael's hand to his mouth, he nipped the palm gently than soothed it with his tongue, all the while swaying so that his buttocks never lost contact with Michael's groin.

Turning so they were facing, he caught site of something that made him gasp.

"Look," he whispered at two men at a table; one's hands on it, the other's under. "Wanna do that to you. Maybe at the Five-Alarm? Or some place in Exeter? Stroke you under the table, so's when we get back to your bed, you can't wait to shag me cause you'll be so hard."

[shh_michael]

When Dennis turned in his arms, Michael's hands automatically went to his waist, sliding down to cup his buttocks and back up again to grip his hips. His he turned to see what Dennis was looking at, the scene stirring him even further. "Aye, the Five Alarm," he said, so I can think about it every time I go in there. We'll find a corner booth and I'll get a jacket to cover up so you can pull out my cock. Want you to make me come in your hand and lick it clean like a good lad. Then I'll reward you with my tongue the way I did the other night."

"Want you to do it now," he said, because if he didn't he was going to start fondling Dennis right there on the dance floor. "I can cast a concealment charm, you can unzip my flies and reach inside to stroke me. But here you can't make me come, because they'll all know why you're licking your hand. You'll stroke me till I can't stand it any more, and then I'll fuck you up against the door of our hotel room."

[shh_dennis]

Rubbing against Michael he moaned, "Won't need any dinner."

"Leave your clothes on when you do, yeah? Like in my dream?" Following Michael back to their table he waited for Michael to cast the charm. Once he did, Dennis fumbled with but managed to the get the flies undone. Feeling the heavy organ in his hand, he licked his lips unconciously, but slowly sliding his relatively small hand up and down the shaft, tracing the vein.

"Should have offered to suck you under the table. Don't know if I can wait till the Five-Alarm to taste you." But he would, because as good as Michael tasted, it was Brilliant when his cock was inside of him.

[shh_michael]

Michael tried to sit back in his chair nonchalantly but Dennis was making it bloody difficult with those amazing hands, their touch light but remarkably effective. Maybe it was just that Dennis knew what was going to feel good because he'd done it to himself. Maybe it was the fact that it was in public, and Michael was turned on by the fact that anyone might guess what they were doing. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the place, or even the alchohol. Maybe it was what Dennis was saying, and the mental picture it was giving him, of Dennis disappearing under the table and Michael feeling those warm, wet lips around him.

Michael was trying to sit still, but his hips were moving involuntarily, pressing up into Dennis' hand. He had to close his eyes and bite his cheek to keep from moaning.

Reaching down to pull Dennis' hand from his cock, he brought it up to his mouth, licking the fingertips breifly. "Come on," he growled, scrambling to refasten his trousers and so that he could stand up and lead Dennis out of the club. Once outside, he turned into the nearest empty doorway and slammed Dennis into the wall, grinding up against him and kissing him desperately. By the time they broke apart, he'd managed to Apparate them both to the hotel room.

[shh_dennis]

The feral look and the rough tone of voice made Dennis feel like he was going to cream his pants. They were out of the club before he knew it and against a door, Dennis' legs trying desperately to hook around Michael's as they kissed. The unpleasent sensation of apparation broke them apart briefly.

Getting a breath and his bearings, he looked at the bed, towards the door and then towards the bathroom. Kicking of his shoes, he guickly shed himself of his trousers and pants, and dropped to his knees in front of Michael's. His eyes never leaving the other man's he undid the flies and took the rigid shaft in his mouth repeatedly until his nose was nestled against the coarse hairs. Pulling away, and loving that Michael moaned in protest when he did, he stood up and backed himself against the bathroom door.

"What do you want Michael?" He deliberatley used that small, meek voice, knowing it had affected Michael postively previously. "Do you want me in the bed? Or do you want to shag me against this door, like in my dream, feeling my bare feet and legs wrapped around you, your flies rubbing against me. Imagine all those men you say wanted me. How do you think they'd feel watching you claim your fuck boy against this door? Making hin sink to his knees in the shower afterwards?"

[shh_michael]

Michael licked his lips as Dennis stripped but didn't touch his own clothes, knowing that Dennis wanted it this way. There was something to be said for standing fully clothed with a naked man at your feet. Or a naked woman, he supposed, but then he forgot everything as he watched and felt his cock disappear into Dennis' mouth. He groaned as Dennis pulled away, then watched, licking his lips as he positioned himself against the door.

That voice--he was doing it again, and Michael pretended to consider his options, though in reality, he wanted to give Dennis just what he'd spelled out earlier, at the table. The actual mechanics were troublesome, though. Might be an awkward angle, and he'd probably have to stop the proceedings for lube. But then again, there was always...

"Turn around," he ordered and when Dennis complied, he moved behind him, reaching down to stroke Dennis' arse gently, then gave him a playful slap as he sank to his knees, parting his cheeks and stroking him with his tongue. They'd be pretty fucking jealous, I reckon," he said between licks, using his finger occasionally to slick him inside. "Look how fucking ready you are for me, man. So fucking gorgeous; such a good, obedient, lad."

He stood and turned Dennis around, pressing him against the door and kissing him. The only skin to skin contact on their bodies was his cock poking through his flies and pressing against Dennis' Reaching around, he grabbed Dennis' arse with both hands, lifting him up slightly to encourage him to wrap his legs around him. With a little bit of leverage, he suspected he could manage it. "Going to fuck you hard, man."

[shh_dennis]

Shock waves went straight to his cock when Michael slapped him as all the blood in his body pooled in one area. Not capable of thought, his body took over, shoving back on Michael's tongue and fingers.

The knob pressed into his back and his legs were lifted up, and then the wonderful burn of the strecth as Michael filled him in one thrust. Hooking his ankles together and clenching his fingers in Michaels shirt for purchase, he bucked in Michael's arms, taking each brutal stroke and loving it. His cock was leaking as Michael went deeper and harder, and all he knew was he wanted Michael to keep filling him, fucking him.

[shh_michael]

Gravity actually made the entry easier, and Michael fund himself balls deep in Dennis sooner than he could have imagined. It was apparent that Dennis liked the new position just fine, based on the sounds he was making and the way he clung to him.

It was the strangest thing, being fully clothed like this with a naked man wrapped around him. He'd been so turned on in the club, and this was so hard and rough and tiring, he didn't know how long he could last. He couldn't even use his hands to help Dennis along, so he kissed him sloppily, thrusting his tongue in his mouth in a rhythm similar to the one he was using to fuck him. "Christ man, d'you have any idea how good you feel? Not gonna last much longer, so fucking good..."

[shh_dennis]

The angle was just right so that Michael hit that small knob on every stroke, and the tongue in his mouth! Merlin! His body went limp momentarily as he came, the only things holding him up being the door, Michael's hands and the cock pistoning in and out of him.

"Love how you fill me, stretch me. Need to feel you leaking out of me." Somehow, desperate to have Michael empty his balls inside his arse, he managed to squeeze tighter around his cock. And then he got his wish, yet again.

[shh_michael]

Before long, he felt Dennis tense around him and his body went limp as Michael began to feel hot liquid on his belly and chest. He watched Dennis' cock between them as he finished coming, and the sight of it got to him in a strange way. God, that was fucking hot, he thought as Dennis squeezed around him, encouraging him to finish.

His own knees were weak as he finished coming, and he lowered Dennis to the ground as gently as possible, kissing the top of his head. "God, man..that was..." He laughed wryly, moving over to the bed and collapsing on it. "Fucking brilliant."

[shh_dennis]

He just lay there, sprawled on the carpet till it became a bit too chilly for him.

Slowly rising to his feet and wondering if he'd ever walk normally again, he stared at Michael lying on the bed with his cock still hanging out of his flies.

Entering the bathroom, he turned the water on testing it till it was just on the right side of hot, and left the tub to fill.

Returning to the room with a warm flannel and full tumbler of water, he loving wiped Michael's prick clean before taking a sip of the warm water and then engulfing Michael once more.

Once he was sure he had the other man's attention, he climbed up the prone frame and began to unbotton his shirt.

"Time for your boy to take care of you. I'm going to fill that nice large tub with water and put you in it. Gonna wash your hair and massage your scalp while I'm in there with you, sitting on you. Gonna get you nice and relaxed, so you'll be good and rested in the morning. Then, if it's okay with you, gonna wake you up by sucking you, then gonna ride you. All you'll have to do is just lie there and let me make you come. Is that okay, Michael? Sir? Can I please give you a bath?"

Tugging his hand, Dennis waited for the answer.

[shh_michael]

Michael was fairly certain he'd never be able to move again, but he sure perked up when Dennis filled the bathtub and came back to wipe him clean. He perked up even more when he felt Dennis' lips around him once more, warmer than usual because of the water he drank.

And he certainly painted an appealing picture, didn't he?

"That sounds just perfect, mate," he said getting to his feet with superhuman effort and following Dennis to the bathroom.