Backdated to last weekend

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WHO: Berwald & Sindre
WHEN: 1st of November, after midnight
WHERE: at the house
WHAT: Happened after the halloween party.
RATING: (R?) Kiddies, avert your eyes, for there is porn here.

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[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre couldn't help a shiver of anticipation as he waited by the door. It was rare, far too rare that Berwald stepped up, took the lead, preferring to let Sindre guide their actions

[oxenstierna_b]

Berwald could taste the alcohol Sindre had drunk earlier in his mouth, and it seemed oddly approriate. He had been careful himself since he was supposed to drive them home, but now he felt drunk anyway, from the desire he'd been holding back all evening. And he had been watching Sindre at the party as well, too intensively perhaps but he hadn't know how not to, and knew he hadn't drunk enough to impair his judgment, just enough to make him... a bit softer, perhaps, easier to get wonderful sounds from him, like the one he'd made just now

[talks_to_nisse]

"Don't be," Sindre replied without thought. One hand came up to cup the back of Berwald's neck, keeping his mouth against his skin. "Liked it."

Pressed back as he was, head tilted back and holding onto Berwald for some measure of mental balance, Sindre could do little more than feel. Feel the blood rushing under the teasing of Berwald's tongue and lips, feel the sting on his lip, feel Berwald's breath hot on his skin, feel his own breath already accelerated.

His grip on Berwald's shirt slipped, and his fingers caught in one of the gashes in his shirt. He didn't let the opportunity pass, sliding his fingers through to where they met his hand, groaning at the discovery of warm, smooth skin.

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It was Berwald's turn to gasp at the sudden touch of fingers on bare skin, the near electrical jolt of it. He leaned into the touch, brushing a hand through Sindre's hair with leisurely movements, still pressing kisses to his neck, but gentler.

He still wanted everything, and he still wanted it right that moment, but... well, that wasn't really possible, was it?

"I think... we should find a bed," he said, voice gone low and raspy with desire.

[talks_to_nisse]

As soon as Berwald released his hips, Sindre thrust up, trying to give Berwald what he asked for, trying to reach what he himself needed. He changed his angle slightly with each thrust, looking for the spot that would make Berwald dizzy with pleasure.

"Let go," he said back. "You can, I know you can, want to give you that." Berwald was too far away for a kiss, so he again kissed his fingertips then pressed them to Berwald's mouth, holding him there as he sped up his other hand to match the time of his thrusts.

[oxenstierna_b]

Sindre's fingertips dragged over his mouth and Berwald sucked them in blindly, moaning around them.

There was no more planning or holding back, just a hurtling race towards orgasm. He could feel it, the way his body was tightening like a strung bow, and how the hold Sindre had on him was growing more slippery. Berwald hoped Sindre would be able to feel it too, when he came. Soon, if he just-- and then he pushed in just so, hitting the knot of nerves inside Berwald, and everything went white suddenly.

Berwald let out a sort of cut of whimper as he came, his hips stuttering and grinding down on the cock inside him, too lost to maintain the rhytm he'd had.

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre couldn't help the near growl that slipped out when he felt Berwald burst over his hand, clamp down around him. He did his best to keep up his own rhythm, stroking Berwald through his orgasm, driving inside him to find his own. He slid his fingers out from Berwald's mouth to cup his the side of his face, running his thumb over his cheek.

With a strangled cry of "Berra!", the tightness and closeness and the look of bliss on Berwald's face became too much for him as well and he was coming, abandoning himself to the pure pleasure of being with the man above him.

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Berwald drifted for a moment, aftershocks shuddering through him as Sindre thrust for a few more times until he came too. It felt good, with none of the urgency of before, just blisfull friction that would have been too much in just a few more seconds.

Once it was over, Berwald slumped, still sitting unsteadily over his lover. He drew in panting breaths, feeling again the sweat on his skin, Sindre's hand that had slipped down to grasp his shoulder when he came.

He pulled off him, blinking a little at the slight discomfort of it, and then slumped on the bed next to Sindre, curling against his side. Some of his cum had leaked out, and it felt both strange and yet oddly thrilling. He hadn't done this without protection before, now he thought about it.

Berwald slung an arm around Sindre, and nuzzled the nearest part of him he could reach, his muscles still too liquidy to consider more movement.

"Love ya," he mumbled sleepily, feeling smug and possessive and completely relaxed.