CHAPTER 10
Jaromir woke up in the next morning, diffused light
filtering through the window. He could hear the storm still in full
power but
didn't care much, because he had a snuggly, warm, breathing pillow in
his arms.
Syran had buried his face in the crook of the thief’s neck and
both their
bodies were pressed against each other. Jaromir trailed his hands down
over the
prince's spine thinking about getting them some breakfast but he did
not want
to let go, didn't know if he was able to. He rested his hand on a
supple
buttock, gently squeezing it. Hopefully his lover was not sore - he had
not
been really patient with preparation nor gentle during the sex,
couldn't be
with all the emotions swirling in his stomach. The blue-black haired
man nudged
a white ear with his lips, gently caressing its tip, murmuring: "Are
you here
by me, 'ran?"
Syran's ear twitched slightly, while he took a deep content
breath holding onto to the source of warmth. He was slowly waking from
his
pleasant dreams, his feet slowly rising on top of the others waist,
tangling
himself even further with the thief’s body. The prince felt the
small ache
inside and he smiled a little while his eyes still remained shut.
"Here,"
he whispered. "I am here... Morning..." he mumbled sleepily.
Kissing along the fluffy ear Jaromir combed his fingers
through soft, blond hair and gently massaged Syran's firm butt.
"Morning,
sexy... Are you okay?"
Syran opened his eyes slowly and smiled. "Yes... feel
you..." He grinned. "I like it," he whispered and reached to
kiss Jaromir's neck.
A wide smile grew on Jaromir's lips and he rolled on his
back, bringing the other with him. "Hmmm... That's wonderful..." The
thief tilted his head to give Syran better access and wrapped his arms
around a
slim waist, pressing his growing arousal into the other's groin,
rubbing it
over a flaccid but slowly responding dick. "I feel the little prince
waking up as well."
Syran snickered and started kissing Jaromir's neck more
greedily.
His legs slid on each side of Jaromir's hips to get into a more
comfortable
position. "He is." He grinned, trailing his mouth up and catching the
thief’s ear with his lips and playing with it gently.
Jaromir couldn't hold back a small moan when Syran attacked
his sensitive ear with his tongue and the brunet brushed his tail over
the
other's legs. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the caresses he received,
rubbing
his palms over the taut mounds of the smaller man's butt and started to
push
his hips up slowly. "Hmmm, that's good, little one..." Jaromir
purred.
Syran moaned, his hips starting to move on their own,
rubbing against Jaromir. He playfully bit into the fluffy black ear,
his tail
teasing Jaromir's upper thighs. "Feels good," Syran whispered with a
faint blush at his attempt to start being more vocal during this level
of
intimacy.
Jaromir started to suck softly on patch of skin under the
prince's jaw, purring when his ear was bitten. "Yeah, you feel good
against me, Syr." His hands moved a little lower and pulled the lithe
body
up a bit, his dickhead resting between fur-covered testicles, Syran's
erection
pressing into his stomach. "Do you want me, little one?" he whispered
huskily, fingers trailing in the cleft of his lover’s butt. "Want
to ride
me?"
Syran looked down his eyes clouded with lust and his cheeks
flushed, excitement growing in the bottom of his stomach. On some other
occasion
he might have taken offense to be called little one, now he was too
horny to
care. "Yes..." he replied huskily, his lower back curving slightly as
he pressed more firmly against the other man.
Jaromir returned the lust filled gaze with his own,
catching full, red lips in a long and deep kiss before he looked around
and
spotted the bottle with his oil close by. He opened it and covered two
fingers
with the greasy liquid. "Lift your butt a little, 'ran," he requested
softly, speaking against moist lips.
Catching Jaromir's lips into another short playful kiss,
Syran did as the other requested eagerly. "Want you," he murmured
against Jaromir's neck.
"I want you, too." Jaromir licked his lips,
trying to stay patient and gentle. Syran was tempting him with his sexy
body,
quiet whispers and eager gestures and the taller man was more than
happy to
have him as his lover. He gently pushed in one finger, let it rest
there for a
short moment and then pulled it out before pressing two digits gently
and
slowly in, watching the white-eared Ylvas, looking for signs of
discomfort or
pain, his free hand caressing the blond’s hip and thigh.
Syran gasped; it felt different, the effect of wine was
gone, the slight soreness from the last time lingered inside and he
felt every
caress and every push more strongly. The prince also felt the strong
pull of
arousal and definitely wanted Jaromir, wanted to feel more. His lips
parted,
his clouded eyes looked straight into his lover’s green ones. It
felt intense,
almost a bit frightening and made his gaze shift down to the full,
moist lips
of the taller man.
Jaromir was stunned with the amount of lust he saw in these
turquoise eyes of his lover, desire, trust and more? "Look at me,
little
one. I want to see if I hurt you, want to see those beautiful blue eyes
of
yours," he whispered barely audible.
Syran brought his gaze back to Jaromir and gave him a small
smile before pressing his moist lips against the dark Ylvas’,
kissing the man
slowly but coyly this time, at times stopping to catch his breath.
Jaromir smiled into the kiss. He liked this Syran as much
as the bold one. This one was shyer and a bit insecure, but still
wanted him. It
strung a cord in the thief that added to his desire but gave him enough
patience to gently and carefully prepare his lover, scissoring his
fingers,
bending them and slowly moving them in and out, returning the small,
easy
kisses Syran pressed on his lips.
"I'm ready..." Syran whispered after some time.
"Want you..." he added with a murmur in Jaromir's ear, catching one
at a time to nibble at them gently.
"Alright," Jaromir smiled up and then added some
oil in his swollen manhood and pressed it against Syran's opening,
holding it
there. "Now it's your turn, sexy... Take me in at your pace..."
Syran nodded and started to press against the hardness,
making a small almost surprised sound at the feeling of the swollen
head
slipping inside. He took a small pause then, drew his lower lip between
his
teeth before grinning and reaching to steal another kiss from Jaromir
Jaromir kept still though he wanted to thrust into this
tight heat, but it was the slowness that was arousing and he had given
Syran
the control and it sparked something in his groin, his dick jerking
with it.
"You feel good, 'ran," he whispered into the kiss, his hands slowly
caressing his lover's sides.
Syran gave a slow lick to Jaromir's cheek before snuggling
his face against the others neck pushing down further until the whole
length
was buried deep within him. He had to take another pause, shifting his
weight
slightly, trying to find the right posture that would feel good for
both
himself and Jaromir. He took few deep breaths listening to his own
heartbeat,
glancing up at the face of the dark Ylvas, his lover.
Jaromir smiled at Syran and then lifted his head a little,
Inuit kissed his white-eared prince. "Take your time, sexy. You do
great,
feel wonderful." he spoke the words softly, then encircled his lover's
waist
with his arms holding him close, starting a soft kiss, trailing the
other's
lips with his tongue, asking gently for entrance.
Syran answered the kiss, accepting it and slowly parting
his lips; the moist hot muscle that slipped into his mouth rubbed
against his
own and added to his arousal. Slowly he started to rock his hips;
shallow
movements at first, learning and trying. He moaned into the others
mouth.
"Good," he purred sometime in between before continuing the kiss.
Jaromir intensified the kiss, stroking against Syran's
tongue, feeling the vibrations when the smaller man spoke. He felt the
testing
movements Syran used and started to gently stroke the white tail in
response,
wanting to let his lover know he felt great.
Syran started to purr, his movements growing bolder and
stronger with every thrust. His hands traveled on Jaromir's chest and
finally
stopped to play with his nipples, straightening himself up and smiling
almost
shyly at the other man, at the same time gasping with pleasure, the
movements
of his hips igniting a lustful fire inside him.
Jaro smiled back at Syran, massaged the other's tail tip
and reached for the bottle of oil. He trickled a bit on the blond's
engorged
member and then started to slowly jerking it, rubbing the oil all over
the hot
arousal. He watched a drop of pre-cum running down the glans before he
looked
up at Syran again, seeing the slightly open mouth, clouded eyes and
tousled
hair that fell over slender shoulders, the man atop of him panting and
gasping.
It felt amazing! Syran shivered, his hands traveling down
Jaromir's sides and stopping to rest over his hips. His pace was harder
now,
bolder, too aroused to really be embarrassed of the need he shamelessly
showed,
just surrendering to the feelings going through him. He found that he
quite
liked riding; the thought made him smirk at the thief; who looked
absolutely gorgeous
there beneath him, the blue-black hair tossed over the white pillow
– just
incredibly sexy.
Jaromir rested one hand his lover’s hip to steady and
support him. He wrapped his other hand around Syran's leaking organ,
squeezing
and jerking it with the other's movement and started to thrust up,
matching
Syran's pace and smirked back. The small man looked absolutely sexy
sitting on
top of him, riding him with passion and lust and Jaromir's tail went to
Syran's
face, tail tip sliding over a cheek that was dusted with red, to a
white ear,
caressing it.
Syran knew he wouldn't last long like this; he bit down on
his lower lip and closed his eyes for a moment, panting harder as his
movements
grew less controlled. He leaned down to brush his lips against
Jaromir's,
moaning out his name in passion.
Jaromir's breath hitched when Syran moaned his name with
desire and he looked into bright blue eyes, licking the other's lip
before he
lifted his head, pressed his lips against a white ear and panted: "Can
you... nibble and lick... my tail tip... a bit?"
Syran's eyes were half open, he gazed at Jaromir in haze
before nodding, turning his head and gently grasping the soft black
tail tip,
keeping the others gaze as he attended to the tail tip as was requested.
Jaromir groaned in pleasure when his tail tip was licked,
kissed and gently bitten and he couldn't help but push his pelvis up,
trying to
increase the pleasure for Syran and himself, heels digging into the
mattress
for additional support. He felt Syran's dick pulse in his hold and
pulled the
foreskin back, rubbing his thumb over the underside of the purplish
head, using
the oil and pre-cum as lube, letting his digit slid from the slit over
the
frenulum and back up.
All the stimulation were beginning to be too much for Syran,
his hold tightened on Jaromir's shoulders, he desperately tried to keep
some kind
of control but felt it slipping. The blond muffled a moan against
Jaromir's
tail, caressing the tip with his thumb, his climax getting closer and
closer until
it felt impossible to withhold it.
Jaromir felt Syran clenching around him, heard his
strangled moan, the vibration going through his tail tip and he groaned
and
purred in pleasure, pushing into his lover. Suddenly Syran threw his
head back
and a mixture between a mewl and moan escaped his throat and he came
hard,
ejaculating his semen over Jaromir's chest and stomach. The thief
flipped them
over, thrusting into the velvety channel a few more times before he
joined his
white-tailed lover into complete bliss, waves of ecstasy rushing
through his
system when he settled deep into Syran, biting a white ear.
Syran held the other close, feeling wonderfully relaxed all
over. He listened to the snowstorm outside and Jaromir's breathing,
smiling
with content before brushing his lips over moist skin. "That was
wonderful,"
he whispered.
Jaromir rolled over, not wanting to crush his lover.
"It was... You make a great rider, 'ran..." He turned his head and
kissed Syran's nose tip. "And I think I am a good horse, huh?" He
chuckled softly.
"Yes! The best there is!" Syran grinned and
snuggled closer resting his head on Jaromir's chest. "Now I feel like
having a warm bubble bath and a breakfast in bed, but no porridge." He
made a face at that.
"I don't think we will get a bubble bath here, but
perhaps I can do something about the breakfast..." Jaromir trailed of,
lifting his head to kiss a white ear that twitched lightly with the
caress.
"But I don’t I feel like getting out of bed right now... Maybe we
can take
small cat nap?" he asked, chuckling slightly.
"Nap..." Syran yawned. "Okay a nap," he
decided and pulled the cover over them both. "Will you will bring me
breakfast
then, horsie?" Syran snickered quietly glancing at him.
"Hey!" Jaromir protested playfully. "You
know if I was a horse I would bring you oat grass and not bacon and
some sweet
milk as I had planned," he teased back, reaching for the smaller man's
tail base, resting his fingers against taut buttocks and holding the
blond
Ylvas close.
"Bacon and sweet milk." Syran smiled. "No
grass." He yawned again slowly closing his eyes. "Nap now..." he
muttered, his voice trailing off at the end.
"Nap now," Jaromir agreed and then accompanied
Syran on his way to dreamland.
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published: June 24th, 2010.
My Secret Shore
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