Waking
Title: Waking
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original. mee_eep’s challenge. Lustful Liaisons verse.
follows from here
Rating: M
Pairing: Slash
Word count: 401
Warnings: oral
Summary: Baxter loves waking before his lover.
Baxter stretched his arms out above his head, muscles moving fluidly under the smoothness of patterned skin. How he loved to wake on the infrequent lazy days where Azre would still be in the bed with him. The other dragon djinn had a work ethic that unless there was a reason for him to stay abed, like after the night they’d just shared, he’d be up and doing things. There were weapons to hone, maps to pour over, the world’s news to listen to. It was both a endearing characteristic and a frustration. For Baxter loved to wake with his lover’s warm body beside him. To catch him still asleep was a joy, for then he could press careful non-waking kisses to Azre’s body, arousing him without his knowing.
Sliding down stealthily, small wet laps mapped his lover’s body. Cooling breath gently blown over those wet kisses. It was an exercise in control not to nibble on the belly’s ripples of firm muscle or to ream the sweet depression that was his lover’s natal scar.
Not yet. He’d not reached the prize that was his aim. The gently arching flesh that had started a show of interest but as yet was still unaware. A line of secreted kisses he placed along sharp hip bone to junction line ‘tween leg and torso. Here he slowly lapped deeply, tasting the scent and flavor of his lover hidden there, then nuzzling the light furring above his goal. He drew in the aroma of concealed skin and burrowing in his nose pressed a kiss there.
The flesh had firmed up more, silken soft steel with beads of lust forming to burst and coat the smooth helmet. Tentalively his tongue’s tip lapped up the beads, following the taste into its source to push rhythmically in and out. His hand cupped in tender support the now fully hard cock of his lover, whose legs had invitingly opened to entice him between.
The strength of Azre’s thighs bracketed his ribs, calves pressed under Baxter’s hips to draw him closer. A hand slid along his face to settle on his nape. “My love.”
A smile curved over lips just before placing a kiss on the cock’s head, lips and teeth gliding over flesh to engulf and swallow around his temptation’s goal. The husk of a gasp was his reward. Azre wouldn’t be leaving their bed until much, much later.
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original. mee_eep’s challenge. Lustful Liaisons verse.
follows from here
Rating: M
Pairing: Slash
Word count: 401
Warnings: oral
Summary: Baxter loves waking before his lover.
Baxter stretched his arms out above his head, muscles moving fluidly under the smoothness of patterned skin. How he loved to wake on the infrequent lazy days where Azre would still be in the bed with him. The other dragon djinn had a work ethic that unless there was a reason for him to stay abed, like after the night they’d just shared, he’d be up and doing things. There were weapons to hone, maps to pour over, the world’s news to listen to. It was both a endearing characteristic and a frustration. For Baxter loved to wake with his lover’s warm body beside him. To catch him still asleep was a joy, for then he could press careful non-waking kisses to Azre’s body, arousing him without his knowing.
Sliding down stealthily, small wet laps mapped his lover’s body. Cooling breath gently blown over those wet kisses. It was an exercise in control not to nibble on the belly’s ripples of firm muscle or to ream the sweet depression that was his lover’s natal scar.
Not yet. He’d not reached the prize that was his aim. The gently arching flesh that had started a show of interest but as yet was still unaware. A line of secreted kisses he placed along sharp hip bone to junction line ‘tween leg and torso. Here he slowly lapped deeply, tasting the scent and flavor of his lover hidden there, then nuzzling the light furring above his goal. He drew in the aroma of concealed skin and burrowing in his nose pressed a kiss there.
The flesh had firmed up more, silken soft steel with beads of lust forming to burst and coat the smooth helmet. Tentalively his tongue’s tip lapped up the beads, following the taste into its source to push rhythmically in and out. His hand cupped in tender support the now fully hard cock of his lover, whose legs had invitingly opened to entice him between.
The strength of Azre’s thighs bracketed his ribs, calves pressed under Baxter’s hips to draw him closer. A hand slid along his face to settle on his nape. “My love.”
A smile curved over lips just before placing a kiss on the cock’s head, lips and teeth gliding over flesh to engulf and swallow around his temptation’s goal. The husk of a gasp was his reward. Azre wouldn’t be leaving their bed until much, much later.