(Fic) Practice
For Edward and Capell, who wrote and drew me things in my hour of need. It's the circle of porn life porn! So very NSFW, also knowingly violating camp rules, but. Fic can do that.
There are times - a very, very few times - when Stiaan dislikes camp. Not much, really; camp has been better to him than he could ever deserve, better than his world could ever be. But camp has its own quirks, and sometimes those quirks grate on him.
Times like now, with Edward's mouth curved in the smile that always made him weak at the knees, leaning in to kiss him, and knowing that they'll have to stop before camp turned them into something small and furry, are a prime example. Even though they both agree it's worth it to have what they could, he knows it drives both of them a little mad to have to draw back every time.
Edward nips at Stiaan's lower lip, breathes his name as Stiaan smiles. It's intoxicating, the need in his voice, and Stiaan kisses back hungrily. He hums into the swordsman's mouth as Edward's arms slide around his waist, and slides a hand into his hair, tugging gently. Edward moans and arches against him, hips grinding into his, and they need to stop soon or explain to the librarians why there are animals in the private stacks, but Stiaan can't muster the strength to pull back against that delicious friction. Instead, he hooks a leg around Edward's, rocking up against him, matching his rhythm. He can feel Edward's cock hard and ready through his pants, rubbing against his in a way that makes them both shiver and gasp.
Edward breaks the kiss, panting. “We shouldn't...” he murmurs, but he doesn't draw back, and neither does Stiaan. It's too good, this time, and he can see it in Edward's eyes, the thought that maybe a week as kittens might be worth it. Will be worth it, and they're so close anyway...
The hell with it, he decides, and leans up.
Edward grins at him. “Tired of waiting?” he asks, and Stiaan doesn't have time to answer before Edward's mouth is on his again, and his hands are slipping under Stiaan's thin shirt. Stiaan moans his approval into the kiss, raising his arms and wiggling out of the garment, pulling back just long enough to get it over his head. The look in Edward's eyes, desperate wanting, makes his cock strain against the fabric of his trousers.
“Gods,” Edward murmurs. “You're so...”
“Flatterer.” But Stiaan blushes, smiling despite himselfand kisses him hard, grinding their hips together. Edward slides his hands up Stiaan's back, tracing his spine; the feeling of skin against skin is delicious, better than he'd dreamed it would be. “You're wearing too much,” he gasps into the kiss. Edward moans an enthusiastic assent and pulls his shirt off so quickly the fabric tears. His mail follows with a muffled chiming of metal links, leaving him naked to the waist in Stiaan's arms.
Edward is all solid, powerful muscle, tanned darker than Stiaan, and for a moment he can't look away. His thoughts must be showing on his face, because Edward's mouth curves in a slow, slow smile. “See something you like?”
“I think there might be something,” Stiaan agrees, and bends his head to kiss his way down Edward's throat. The other man's hands tighten on his shoulders as he lays a kiss on the hollow of his throat, then deliberately dips lower. When he gently bites a nipple, Edward makes a desperate, strangled sound and pulls him closer, as though he's trying to climb inside him, and Stiaan can't resist anymore. He hooks his thumbs in Edward's waistband, braces himself for the change, and tugs.
Nothing happens.
Edward blinks. “Shouldn't we have...changed into something by now?”
“We should have. We're definitely...ah...across a line.” Stiaan frowns, thinking. “Maybe it's because...”
“...does it matter?” Edward's looking down at him, smiling fondly, and Stiaan is abruptly reminded that he's got his boyfriend's pants halfway down his hips. He shakes his head and slides them down the rest of the way, watches Edward's cock twitch as cool air hits it, unconsciously licks his lips. Edward swallows convulsively. “Since we're this far....”
Stiaan answers by leaning forward and taking the head of Edward's cock into his mouth.
“....gods. Stiaan--” Edward gasps, but Stiaan can't respond; he's sucking slowly, gently, running his tongue along the underside. It's amazing, how much he's wanted to do this, and how good it feels now that he can. He steadies himself with a hand on Edward's hip, savoring the smell and taste of him, drawing back to lick the pre-come from the tip of his cock.
Edward moans, breathing half-formed endearments, and his hips buck, forcing his cock deeper into Stiaan's mouth. It feels good, right. Stiaan hums approvingly and Edward gasps, his breath catching in his throat. “Gods-I can't...last much longer....I'm going to...”
Stiaan almost purrs, and presses closer, cradling Edward's balls with his free hand. The look on Edward's face as he comes, flushed and sweating and beautiful; the sharp salty taste on Stiaan's tongue; the delicious shuddering gasps and moans he makes as he spills himself into Stiaan's mouth...Stiaan almost loses control there and then, without being touched.
Edward tugs him upward, kisses him soft and langorous. “That was...do you have any idea how amazing that felt?”
Stiaan blushes, kissing back. “I'm glad. I'm a little out of practice.”
He feels Edward smile against his mouth, and the other man pulls back, eyes warm. “Practice makes perfect?” Edward swallows slightly. “I should start now, then, shouldn't I?”
“Ah. You don't have to, if you're not...comfortable with it.” Stiaan is red, but the image of Edward kneeling in front of him, leaning forward, makes his cock twitch.
“I want to.” Edward kneels down, sliding Stiaan's pants down his hips, and Stiaan's breath comes faster. “Let...let me know if I do something wrong.” Before Stiaan can respond, he leans forward, and hot wetness engulfs the tip of his cock.
Stiaan gasps, resting a hand on Edward's shoulder. Edward's a little clumsy, a little awkward, and none of it matters at all. He whimpers as Edward takes more of him in, as Edward's mouth works slowly down the shaft of his cock, then withdraws. His hips buck, seeking that warmth, and Edward makes a sound that's almost a growl. He wraps his hand around the shaft where his lips can't reach, stroking slowly and steadily.
Stiaan can't find the words to form endearments, to say how much he wants this, needs it, but the sounds coming from his throat in their place seem to do the job well enough. He's lost the battle to control his hips, and Edward's found the rhythm, humming approval in a way that sends delicious arcs of pleasure from his cock through his whole body. “Edward....ah, gods...I can't...if you don't stop I'm going to...”
And then Edward's mouth is replaced by his hand, stroking firm and sure, and Stiaan surrenders to white ecstacy as he spills himself onto the carpeted floor.
He barely notices Edward standing, shifting apologetically. “Sorry. I know you, ah...I wasn't sure I could...”
Stiaan pulls him close and kisses him gently, his movements slow and languorous. “Don't apologize. I didn't, the first time. It takes some practice, that's all.”
Edward's cock hardens against Stiaan's hip at that, and he laughs. “I'll have to work hard and practice regularly.”
“I thought you might like that idea.” Stiaan kisses him again, and for a long while afterward there's nothing in the world but the two of them.
There are times - a very, very few times - when Stiaan dislikes camp. Not much, really; camp has been better to him than he could ever deserve, better than his world could ever be. But camp has its own quirks, and sometimes those quirks grate on him.
Times like now, with Edward's mouth curved in the smile that always made him weak at the knees, leaning in to kiss him, and knowing that they'll have to stop before camp turned them into something small and furry, are a prime example. Even though they both agree it's worth it to have what they could, he knows it drives both of them a little mad to have to draw back every time.
Edward nips at Stiaan's lower lip, breathes his name as Stiaan smiles. It's intoxicating, the need in his voice, and Stiaan kisses back hungrily. He hums into the swordsman's mouth as Edward's arms slide around his waist, and slides a hand into his hair, tugging gently. Edward moans and arches against him, hips grinding into his, and they need to stop soon or explain to the librarians why there are animals in the private stacks, but Stiaan can't muster the strength to pull back against that delicious friction. Instead, he hooks a leg around Edward's, rocking up against him, matching his rhythm. He can feel Edward's cock hard and ready through his pants, rubbing against his in a way that makes them both shiver and gasp.
Edward breaks the kiss, panting. “We shouldn't...” he murmurs, but he doesn't draw back, and neither does Stiaan. It's too good, this time, and he can see it in Edward's eyes, the thought that maybe a week as kittens might be worth it. Will be worth it, and they're so close anyway...
The hell with it, he decides, and leans up.
Edward grins at him. “Tired of waiting?” he asks, and Stiaan doesn't have time to answer before Edward's mouth is on his again, and his hands are slipping under Stiaan's thin shirt. Stiaan moans his approval into the kiss, raising his arms and wiggling out of the garment, pulling back just long enough to get it over his head. The look in Edward's eyes, desperate wanting, makes his cock strain against the fabric of his trousers.
“Gods,” Edward murmurs. “You're so...”
“Flatterer.” But Stiaan blushes, smiling despite himselfand kisses him hard, grinding their hips together. Edward slides his hands up Stiaan's back, tracing his spine; the feeling of skin against skin is delicious, better than he'd dreamed it would be. “You're wearing too much,” he gasps into the kiss. Edward moans an enthusiastic assent and pulls his shirt off so quickly the fabric tears. His mail follows with a muffled chiming of metal links, leaving him naked to the waist in Stiaan's arms.
Edward is all solid, powerful muscle, tanned darker than Stiaan, and for a moment he can't look away. His thoughts must be showing on his face, because Edward's mouth curves in a slow, slow smile. “See something you like?”
“I think there might be something,” Stiaan agrees, and bends his head to kiss his way down Edward's throat. The other man's hands tighten on his shoulders as he lays a kiss on the hollow of his throat, then deliberately dips lower. When he gently bites a nipple, Edward makes a desperate, strangled sound and pulls him closer, as though he's trying to climb inside him, and Stiaan can't resist anymore. He hooks his thumbs in Edward's waistband, braces himself for the change, and tugs.
Nothing happens.
Edward blinks. “Shouldn't we have...changed into something by now?”
“We should have. We're definitely...ah...across a line.” Stiaan frowns, thinking. “Maybe it's because...”
“...does it matter?” Edward's looking down at him, smiling fondly, and Stiaan is abruptly reminded that he's got his boyfriend's pants halfway down his hips. He shakes his head and slides them down the rest of the way, watches Edward's cock twitch as cool air hits it, unconsciously licks his lips. Edward swallows convulsively. “Since we're this far....”
Stiaan answers by leaning forward and taking the head of Edward's cock into his mouth.
“....gods. Stiaan--” Edward gasps, but Stiaan can't respond; he's sucking slowly, gently, running his tongue along the underside. It's amazing, how much he's wanted to do this, and how good it feels now that he can. He steadies himself with a hand on Edward's hip, savoring the smell and taste of him, drawing back to lick the pre-come from the tip of his cock.
Edward moans, breathing half-formed endearments, and his hips buck, forcing his cock deeper into Stiaan's mouth. It feels good, right. Stiaan hums approvingly and Edward gasps, his breath catching in his throat. “Gods-I can't...last much longer....I'm going to...”
Stiaan almost purrs, and presses closer, cradling Edward's balls with his free hand. The look on Edward's face as he comes, flushed and sweating and beautiful; the sharp salty taste on Stiaan's tongue; the delicious shuddering gasps and moans he makes as he spills himself into Stiaan's mouth...Stiaan almost loses control there and then, without being touched.
Edward tugs him upward, kisses him soft and langorous. “That was...do you have any idea how amazing that felt?”
Stiaan blushes, kissing back. “I'm glad. I'm a little out of practice.”
He feels Edward smile against his mouth, and the other man pulls back, eyes warm. “Practice makes perfect?” Edward swallows slightly. “I should start now, then, shouldn't I?”
“Ah. You don't have to, if you're not...comfortable with it.” Stiaan is red, but the image of Edward kneeling in front of him, leaning forward, makes his cock twitch.
“I want to.” Edward kneels down, sliding Stiaan's pants down his hips, and Stiaan's breath comes faster. “Let...let me know if I do something wrong.” Before Stiaan can respond, he leans forward, and hot wetness engulfs the tip of his cock.
Stiaan gasps, resting a hand on Edward's shoulder. Edward's a little clumsy, a little awkward, and none of it matters at all. He whimpers as Edward takes more of him in, as Edward's mouth works slowly down the shaft of his cock, then withdraws. His hips buck, seeking that warmth, and Edward makes a sound that's almost a growl. He wraps his hand around the shaft where his lips can't reach, stroking slowly and steadily.
Stiaan can't find the words to form endearments, to say how much he wants this, needs it, but the sounds coming from his throat in their place seem to do the job well enough. He's lost the battle to control his hips, and Edward's found the rhythm, humming approval in a way that sends delicious arcs of pleasure from his cock through his whole body. “Edward....ah, gods...I can't...if you don't stop I'm going to...”
And then Edward's mouth is replaced by his hand, stroking firm and sure, and Stiaan surrenders to white ecstacy as he spills himself onto the carpeted floor.
He barely notices Edward standing, shifting apologetically. “Sorry. I know you, ah...I wasn't sure I could...”
Stiaan pulls him close and kisses him gently, his movements slow and languorous. “Don't apologize. I didn't, the first time. It takes some practice, that's all.”
Edward's cock hardens against Stiaan's hip at that, and he laughs. “I'll have to work hard and practice regularly.”
“I thought you might like that idea.” Stiaan kisses him again, and for a long while afterward there's nothing in the world but the two of them.