NEW YEAR SPECIAL
Jaromir
let his fingers wander over the soft skin of Syran's biceps and
chest, watching the fire illuminating the ivory skin and smiled. This
was
perfect; a warm cabin, a comfy place in front of a fireplace and an
utterly
sexy and cute Ylvas in his arms. He looked into turquoise eyes and get
lost in
them for some moments before he leaned forward and kissed a white ear.
"Do
I get a present from you?"
Syran's ear flickered slightly to the kiss, his fingertips trailing
Jaromir's
spine slowly and gently, a small grin started to form on his face.
"What
would you desire for a present?" he asked.
"Oh, what could I desire?" Jaromir mock-pondered. "I always
wanted my own harem..."
Syran frowned and poked his arm. "You have me, you won't have any time
for
a harem!" he said and leaned closer to kiss him. "You'd be too
exhausted
to enjoy them... That I make sure..." he muttered between kisses.
"Oh, will you?" Jaromir grinned and returned the kisses. "So
it's the snow-white beauty from the North that is my harem?"
"You get the prince of Atanva, what more could you ask for?" The
small man grinned, rolling them over so he was straddling Jaromir,
holding his
arms down. "Right?"
"Hmmm... I don't know... Perhaps a massage from this prince?" Jaromir
grinned up, liking the position very much and he was a little surprised
by it.
"A massage..." Syran repeated slowly with a considering tone of
voice. "Hmmm..: I don't know, have you been good enough?" He raised
his brow, grinning slightly and keeping his hold.
"Oh, I was a bad boy this year, but I had the vague impression that my
prince did not complain much when I was naughty..." Jaromir tilted his
head and smirked, licking his lips slowly and provocatively.
"Yes, you are very naughty, aren't you?" Syran grinned, his tail
gently teasing Jaromir's thighs as he shifted his weight over him. "You
were naughty today as well." he reminded, leaning down slightly and
stopping mere inches away from the thief's lips. "Weren't you?"
Jaromir put on an innocent mien, looking a bit confused. "What do you
mean? I just won a snowball fight and a race to the cabin. All fair and
nice." It took the tall Ylvas quite some effort to keep his face
straight.
Syran studied him quietly for a moment, again making a small shift with
his
hips before reaching to nibble at Jaromir's ear gently. "Fair? Were you
really fair? Or nice? Be honest now..." Syran whispered then, his tail
rubbing between the others thighs now, the tip touching the balls
softly.
Jaromir moaned softly and felt blood rushing to his groin, his dick
starting to
grow. "Do you have complaints, my prince?" The thief shifted his
hips, seeking for more friction, his own tail flicking and then
caressing
Syran's calves and feet. "I cannot remember anything unfair..."
Syran couldn't help a moan that escaped his lips when he pressed
against
Jaromir's erection. He bit his lip and looked down, trying to control
himself.
"That snow wasn't nice, you know..."
Jaromir's cock grew further with the stimulation and the thief became
quite
horny, tugging slightly at Syran's hold on his hands. "But I thought
that
snow belongs to snow-white beauties." He smirked, dropping his innocent
play.
"Not in their pants, it annoys them...Snow does not belong there!"
Syran told him trying to look stern which in this case was getting
quite
difficult. "So I think you have some making up to do."
Jaromir chuckled softly. "Weren't we talking about my gift from you?"
He lifted his head a little and pecked his lover's luscious lips. "But
okay, what do you want me to do?"
"Pamper me and cook me dinner and then we can discuss that gift. Or if
you
promise me to cook dinner maybe you get your gift now?" Syran grinned,
flicking his tail over Jaromir's groin.
Jaromir smirked up. "You know, you are a prince and really wealthy, you
should give me more than one gift! So I want one now and more later!"
"Quite greedy, are we?" Syran whispered close to his lips, before
softly brushing against them.
"Just for you and your gifts, little one." Jaromir bucked his hips
impatiently up, pressing his lips against Syran. "Don't be stingy,
Syr."
Another moan, Syran licked his lips, breathing a bit harshly now. "Will
you make me dinner?" he asked, still so unwilling to do it himself but
he
didn't know what he would do if the other denied.
Jaromir laughed softly. "You can make me do it and you know very well
how." Wriggling his brows the thief grinned.
Syran grinned back and finally pressed closer for a hungrier kiss,
devouring
the taste of his lover's lips. The white eared man rolled his hips,
slowly
easing his hold on Jaromir's arms to have his own free; now going to
both side
of the taller man's face, looking at him through half opened, slightly
clouded
eyes.
Jaromir hungrily returned the kiss, fingers entangling in blond, long
strands,
the other hand trailing over Syran's spine , caressing the white,
fluffy tail
and then touching a tight buttock, running his fingers over the firm
flesh and
dipping them into the crevice. "I want you, hon, need you." he
breathed huskily, lust and want misting his eyes.
Syran purred feeling his cock twitch at the touch and Jaromir's words.
"Need you too, Mir," he panted, curving his lower back, and stealing
another long lustful kiss from the other man.
When his little one pressed into his touch something hot ignited in
Jaromir's
stomach and with a growl he flipped them over, pressing Syran into the
pelt.
"Then I will take you, 'ran." The dark Ylvas latched his lips onto a
tender neck and sucked harshly while he lubed two fingers pressing them
teasing
against his lover's opening.
Syran held his legs open, knees close to his chest, his tail caressing
Jaromir's side, impatiently pressing against the two digits.
"Please..." he purred, needed to feel more, needed his thief. His
fingers tangled in the dark, soft hair.
Jaromir breached Syran with two fingers, carefully for a moment before
he
impatiently scissored his fingers and moved them in and out for another
moment
before pulling them out. It wasn't as if his lover needed much
preparation
seeing their sexual appetite and hunger. He lubed his rock-hard dick,
and lined
up, pushing in while pressing Syran's knees to the prince's chest and
his
forehead against his little one's, peering into bright blue eyes,
smiling.
Syran took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment before opening
and
looking back into the bright green eyes and the thief's smiling face
and he
returned the smile. The prince's hand reached to Jaromir' shoulder, the
other
moved behind his back. A gentle kiss planted on his lovers lips,
starting soft
as Syran adjusted to the hard length buried inside of him, which each
passing
moment the softness of the kiss grew into something stronger, greedier.
The tall Ylvas moved in his lover, slowly to give Syran time to adjust
before
he let go of the other's legs, putting a gentle kiss into the bend of
each knee
before going back to hungry lips that devoured his with a passion and
fever
that took his breath and made him dizzy with pleasure. All he could do
was to
start and thrust into the tight hotness, moaning into the kiss with
each move.
Syran responded to the kiss eagerly, his both hands travelling
restlessly over
Jaromir's back now, nails leaving small marks in his excitement that
weren't
painful perhaps just slightly visible. The white eared man found
friction
between their bodies for his own throbbing arousal and every time the
other man
managed to massage his organ against that special spot inside him made
Syran
mewl in pleasure.
Jaromir supported his weight on one arm, his hand caressing a white
fluffy ear,
the other hand stroking a strong thigh, his tail the other one. A low
rumbling
sound formed in the dark man's chest, a mixture between a purr and a
growl,
lustful and a bit possessive, and he pressed his body closer to lithe
one under
him.
Syran's tail wrapped around Jaromir's leg, his hands moved further down
on the
firm butt, squeezing and massaging the firm muscles at the rhythm of
Jaromir's
thrusts. His body shivered from the pleasure that kept building,
tingling in
the bottom of his stomach. "Mir... good... close...nnh..."
Jaromir licked over Syran's cheek and started to push faster and harder
into
his wonderful lover, that velvety tightness gripping delicious around
his dick.
He heard Syran's words and felt his lover getting close but there was
nothing
he could do, nothing he wanted to do but keep thrusting into Syran,
pressing
and rubbing his stomach over his lover's leaking cock, growling into
the wild
kisses he shared with his prince.
Syran's toes curled and his hold on Jaromir tightened further. The
prince
wanted it to last longer and at the same time the pleasure had just
build up so
strong and powerful he couldn't hold it back either and so he
surrendered,
allowed the orgasm wash through him, moaning out his lowers name, his
nails
digging slightly in the velvety skin. He was sure that this was the
most
perfect feeling in the world, that his thief, his lover was the best
that there
ever was.
Jaromir felt Syran's orgasm, felt him tighten around his dick, felt his
lover's
cock spill his essence between them, Syran's hold strengthen on him,
fingernails
sinking in his skin. "'ran," he breathed, his body trembling, tail
swishing through the air, rhythm of his thrusts long forgotten.
"'ran!" he growled and then his orgasms exploded in him, expected but
the intensity washed every coherent thought away and only Syran and
this
feeling existed. "'RAN!" He shouted and his tail wrapped around
Syran's arm, the tip pressing into his lover's palm and Jaromir shut
his eyes
for a moment, the pleasure too much but oh so good.
Syran watched his lover through the lingering cloud of pleasure;
Jaromir's
expression as he reached his peak, the sight was simply and utterly
erotic and
beautiful, all the moments together were beautiful. He held Jaromir
gently
against himself, and felt the beat of his thief's heart against his
chest;
slowly calming down. His hand moved to lazily stroke through the dark
hair, a
soft kiss planted on the thief's neck. "Wonderful..." he murmured.
Jaromir slowly came down, but still could not think much and nuzzled
his face
into blond, soft hair. "'ran," he murmured, tail still tightly
wrapped around his lover's arm, pressing his weight onto Syran, sighing
contently and resting, feeling the other so close, enjoying the
intimacy.
"My 'ran...."
Syran nuzzled the others face, sighing in content and inner joy. Those
words
felt so good to hear. "And my Mir," he whispered back and smiled with
his eyes close. He felt warm, safe, satisfied and relaxed just wanting
to rest
next Jaromir, maybe sleep for awhile and then... Eat, a meal that
Jaromir would
prepare!
Jaromir rested his weight on his forearms, pulling carefully out of his
lover
and looked at Syran, cheeks flushed, blond hair spilled out on dark
fur, kiss
swollen lips so inviting that he had to lean down and catch them in a
slow,
gentle kiss, laying down between Syran's legs, dicks cuddling against
each
other. "Wonderful gift..." He smiled and shared another loving kiss.
"I want more, later. After I made us dinner. After I took a long nap on
my
Syri-pillow."
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published: January 2nd, 2010.
My Secret Shore
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