Adrian and Roger do Lucid
It was Adrian's birthday weekend and Roger celebrated it to the max! He'd been in a bit of a funk earlier in the week, but then he decided to dash around like mad making reservations and commissioning Adrian's present. They'd gone out dancing late last night, had a late breakfast in bed, attended the opening of Sweeney Todd, dined at the River Cafe
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Adrian's soft, "I love you," and his sweet kiss were tremendously reassuring and comforting.
Oh! God! Roger thought as he bent over the table and reached to grip the far side. Now his bare arse was naked and spread for everyone to see. He was very conscious of his body, and even if no one was actually watching, just the possibily of some dozens of eyes on him thrilled him to bits. But mostly, he knew that Adrian was watching him subserviently spreading himself for Adrian's pleasure, and that was even more exciting.
Roger grinned into the table top and eagerly awaited Adrian's next move.
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Adrian stepped closer again and let his right hand slide up over one of Roger's buttocks to the small of his back.
"Beautiful," he murmured and leaned over Roger to press a kiss against Roger's shoulderblade. His hand slid down again, fingertips lightly following the crease between Roger's arse cheeks. All the way down until they brushed against the fuzzy soft balls.
"I think my friend here will think the same." With that teasing whisper, he straightened up again and surreptiously moved his left hand down to rest over his wand. He focused for a few moments, non-verbally casting the cleaning and lubricating spells he needed. He was as always extremely aware of the Muggles surrounding them. It was old habit. And there was a small thrill in it, doing this kind of magic under their very noses.
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He felt his eyes widen at the mention of a friend. A friend? Did Adrian see someone he knew? With a chill, Roger realized that Professor Lupin lived on this side of the pond. Would a werewolf hang out in a place like this?
Roger moaned as the spells worked their magic deep within him.
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"Ready for the taking...Don't you agree?" Adrian turned his hand and pushed his middlefinger deeper into the crease, to touch the hot smooth skin and then as he moved it down again, the wrinkled flesh of Roger's entrance. He teased it with his fingertip, circling lightly as he watched his lover intently. It was strange talking to somebody who wasn't there.
"He's so hot ... so tight," at the last word he pressed only the very tip of his finger inside his lover's heat. His own cock was beginning to take notice of the constant arousing input bombarding Adrian's mind.
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He gasped at the teasing to his arse and felt his opening quiver in anticipation. When Adrian's finger finally breached him, he couldn't stop the whimper.
It drove him mad wondering who was there, wondering if anyone was there, and knowing that the people around the dungeon were watching.
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Adrian flicked his tongue against Roger's skin, at the exact middle of the spine, then straightened up again. Adrian wondered how long he could keep this up. He wanted to go through with the entire fantasy, for Roger. But he also just wanted Roger to himself, fuck him, love him.
"He's good at that. Begging..." Adrian paused as his finger couldn't go further, then twisted it slightly only to pull it out abruptly.
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And turned on. Because Adrian was controlling him expertly.
Roger smiled into the tabletop and very slowly, incrementally, slid his right hand up to grip the chain that connected them, and gave it a little tug.
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He paused and arched an eyebrow at the small tug on the leash. He could only barely make out part of Roger's face, but the smile was unmistakable. Roger loved this and maybe the small tug was meant to communicate that.
But should he punish Roger for pulling on the chain? And if so, how? He had no idea. He decided to find some material on this, on domination ... so he could learn and make it good.
"Let go of the leash!" he commanded with a small yank on it. At the same time he moved his hand down to cup Roger's balls and give them a firm squeeze.
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Obedient.
Merlin hairy balls! Roger' s cock was hard. He snuck a look to the part of the dungeon he could see. There were three sets of eyes watching curiously, but most people seemed more interested in the whippings taking place on the far side of the room.
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Well, it might not be much of a reward, since he removed his hand again and wasn't planning on putting it back there anytime soon. Even if he wanted to.
Once more his fingers returned to teasing Roger's entrance "Do you think I should give him what he wants? Does he deserve it?" Adrian paused, as if waiting for a reply, then chuckled and pushed a finger inside again and started moving it in steady deep strokes. His other hand rested on the middle of Roger's back, the leash between his fingers.
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He moaned to the fingering, finally getting some of what he wanted so badly. He thrust his hips back a little toward the finger, trying to get more. How long was Adrian going to torture him like this?
He couldn't stop smiling like a loon, but did so into the tabletop.
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"You can touch him, if you want to..." Adrian purred, getting into the 'play'. Maybe Roger wondered if somebody else truly was there ... and then he would wonder if and when that touch would come.
A second finger joined the first, twisting slightly and stretching. Every sound Roger made, sent waves of arousal through Adrian and his cock was already semi-hard again. Fuck, Roger was hot like this.
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They'd teased each other about doing a threesome. Adrian had done such things in his past. But Roger never had. And that's not even what this was. This was Adrian sharing him out... like a possession.
Roger was utterly his to do with as he pleased.
After tensing up, Roger suddenly relaxed. If someone else touched him, it would only be because Adrian allowed it. And Adrian would be watching.
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Then all thought left him as Adrian must have added another finger and something tickled at his hanging balls.
A high whine left his throat, until he cut it off by biting his lip. His legs locked at the knees locking his hips perfectly between the sweet hard thrust of Adrian's fingers and the evil tickling from below.
He panted harshly when he could breathe again.
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