A/N: Thanks so much for the comments and all the "favourites" so lovely to be welcomed backs by you guys.
A very wise person ;) once told me that you should never close a chapter in the middle of sex however I was worried about the word count on this and on reading it back it was blatantly calling out for a chapter break at the end so I gave it one, hope no-one thinks that was a bad move…
Also my desire to write dominant Syed tried to wrestle with me at the end here and I almost let it win, sorry about that! Hopefully keeps with the realism for you all.
X_X
A thrill trembles through him, our lips part and gazes connect. His eyes, hard shards of desire, look deep into mine.
My voice comes in a whisper, "I told you, with me, you can do anything you want to do."
His lips shiver struggling for breath.
His eyes spark a fire at my words.
Impulsively, wildly, he ruts against me, letting me know exactly what it is he wants to do.
My breath traps at his unbridled lust and that's when he kisses me - taking my oxygen into him. His hands press my zip, curl around my belt. The shake of his fingers reverberate against my sensitised cock, his hesitation driving my mind to playful insanity. I taste his sigh of frustration as his uncertain fingers fumble. He pulls away to carefully watch his hands' work. I capture him inside my kiss once again, teasing, now knowing for certain how much of me he wants.
Loosing him in our taste I trace my hands across the silken valley of his back, matching each dip with a curve of a finger. I travel the globes of his gorgeous arse, moving down to his wanton sigh. In one moment he shows me how much he has craved my touch by bending and flexing with the time of my fingers. In the next he tries to pull away from me to continue his mission. He writhes over me, his cock canting against mine as my hands enjoy their act of desirous torture.
Eventually he pulls away from my kiss, his open mouth sliding to my neck, never abandoning me. The silk of his hair lies over my cheek, surrounding me in the sensation of him.
"Christian," in protest my name is exhaled amongst heat against my skin.
"What?" I tease, my finger now tracing air around his arse. I feel his teeth take hold of his lip in response to my touch.
"I'm trying…" he coughs away the erotic tension in his voice, "I want to…undo…"
"Yeah?" I test the depth of his craze, pressing further against him.
"I'm trying to take off your belt," he releases in one long exhalation, I couldn't have asked for more than the fire in his voice.
"Oh," I let go in one breath as my finger slides easily into him. "OK then."
I feel his breath pause as my touch coats him in our desire. I sense him swallow hard against my chest.
"It would be a lot easier if you would stop moving!" He moans.
"Would it? If I just stop moving? Well I suppose that's only fair…" I flirt as I prepare for the next stage of our game. I bend my finger just right, instinctively knowing his greatest pleasure. The suck of breath signifies his prostate and his cock throbs against me. "Like that?"
An ardent heated chuckle from his lips reverberates against my elated breaths.
He tilts his head to rest his chin against my chest. Eye contact blazes. "You know what I mean."
His tongue dances magically around his lips as his brown world glows and his lips curve - thought clearly present. Then his eyes drop, covered by magically dark eyelashes and he looks up at me from beneath them.
His eyes are flashes of gold beneath dark softness.
"Please?" He sings and I know right then that I would do anything for that look.
He beams when he knows he has won, for now.
I move slowly away from him. My arms flex above my head, my biceps tighten, I give him my best sex face.
"Thank you," he smiles eventually.
"My pleasure," I raise an expectant eyebrow.
He secretly smiles softly. His eyes trail down to his hands, paused together against the leather. Time is still as I am absorbed inside his hunger, the longing shake in his hands' undressing me. I lift my hips slightly to aid him and any pain caused is imperceptible as his fingers grip lust into my arse.
A gaze is flashed against the width of my body, his hands drop and his lips tighten. Deep breathes are forced. His darkened world concentrates on my bed-sheets as, blind, he removes my boxers. He swallows hard.
"Better?" I flirt, but he stays frozen and I know he needs more of me to stay lost.
"Kiss me," I demand.
A little afraid in desperate desire he unites our gaze.
His lips crash against mine, hard and brutal. The sensitivity in my bottom lip flares. There's anger against his taste. In a flash I gain a simple understanding of what it's like to be him, so enraged at wanting and needing a simple touch, even in this taste of perfection he knows guilt will be the inescapable aftertaste. I would do anything to show him that there is nothing more perfect or pure than this - the sensation of two heated bodies. The feeling of carnality.
I lace soothing fingers through his hair determined to keep my kiss soft and slow until he finds that place where it's just us. In this moment it should be just me and him, no aughts or shoulds, just desperate never-ending need.
His hips stay boxed and frozen over mine. His kiss is bitter for heart shuddering minutes. I run my finger along the back of his ear and he lets out an impulsive moan - there's almost pain within it. I think of telling him to stop, that if it hurts this much to be with me then he should just stop. But just as the words paint my tongue he relaxes into me, his hips leaning against me, his cock swelling against my own. I swallow back my heart's jump.
Unhurried, our kiss turns to soft and slow tastes of pleasure and desire. A touch of silk. Parted lips and deep sighs slide between skin and tongue.
He slowly lifts away from me, darkened eyes connecting to me once more, before painting a downwards trail of fire. A deep breath is drawn as he takes in our cocks, his gaze almost burning as he studies us. When he greets my gaze his eyes are golden once more, finally nothing but us and our magic in his mind.
His gaze maps my face, and then as if remembering for the first time he exhales swiftly.
"I hurt you." A comforting finger trails the base of my still stinging lip.
I trap his hand in my own, I won't deny the depth of my desire for him, that trivial pain doesn't matter as long as I get to have him in my embrace. I can't hide the fact that I've never been in this far.
"I promised you, you wouldn't."
I lean up for his kiss, expecting soft and slow caresses, worried and hesitant. He counters with more hunger than I've ever felt, desire wrapping us tightly together. He presses his hands into my shoulders, as in avidity he pushes me into the bed. His cock slides against mine, at first uncertainly, teasingly testing before he can trust my passion and slicked with our precome our intense cocks mate.
Desperate I pull away from him, heavy breaths escape my lips.
"Syed, I have to have you." I breath so rough it tastes like an expletive.
His eyes widen for a shuddering moment. I panic that I've lost him again. But then his smile grows wide, accepting. His hand presses against my chest, over my heart, sliding up to cup my chin.
"What about…isn't it going to hurt you?" He hesitates.
My hand curves the softness of his cheek, investigating the stubble. My thumb, running across his mouth, replaces the worried tension with a smile.
"Follow my lead?" I ask and he nods slowly.
"Lie on your side."
He lies with his back to me. I take a moment to study him, knowing for certain I have never had anything so perfect between my sheets. His hair lays mussed from my hands, his nails flexing with desire into the feather pillow. His fingers worry the edge of my sheet, attempting modesty against his libidinous desire. His golden back arches towards mine and his feet find touch against my calves. I press my lips to his shoulder, curving my hand against his chest bone.
His eyes are shut, tightening as my hand travels down past the barrier of the sheet - towards his need. I allow my fingers to make the most desired contact, for a second, before moving away against his hip. I know that as soon as we reunite I will loose myself within him and I have to make sure he's right at that place too. An almost imperceptible growl is emitted from those gorgeous shaking lips at the loss of me. In an apology I suck against the skin of his shoulder bone, lathing and soothing, promising better to come.
As I settle upon a plan I can't help the smile that presses my lips, his reaction last time filled my dreams nightly. My hands move to his abs testing his desire filled tension. I trace my open mouth down his back, savouring the way our passion changes his taste. I move slowly down the bed, my tongue pressing against the ridges of his spine, until his taste gets darker and headier. His muscles tense, his breathing becomes erratic. He knows.
I map my touch down his hip, sliding between his thighs, cocking his leg as I remind him to open for me. I place my hands against the soft curve of his arse. Bending forward I test his desire, pursing my lips and blowing within, watching his arse ripple at the soft contact. I press my tongue against the very ridge of him. His breath comes so fast, his body heating as his blood pounds throughout him. I quicken the pace and immerse myself within. Capturing the desperate echo of my name.
Flailing for stability his hand grips my bicep, his fingers flexed into my skin. I slide my hand against the trail of hair on his thighs, tracing ever so slowly upward. My name comes in a dangerous plea from gritted teeth - pulling me closer to him. Quickly my hand curves around his cock, smoothing the precum against his heated member before twisting in strokes. Bound by sensation he rocks into me as I surround him. The syllables of my name from his lips begin to soften and blur and eventually all that comes are wet vowels in that gorgeous tone.
Listening to the heat of his desire I trace my hand around a tightening ball, cupping and rolling at the sensitivity. Keeping him lost in the pleasure of my tongue I capture his moan as my hand leaves him. Delicately I trail a finger against the smooth warm dent of his gorgeous arse.
His moan of my name echoes through my every cell as I begin to pull away from him.
"Damn it, Christian, please?" His voice comes unbelievably dark and unbreakably rough.
I press my smirk against the globe of his arse.
"Please what?" I smile, moving my hand to cup air against his heated member. He cants into my touch but I just widen my hand causing only the lightest of touches.
"Don't…tease."
So completely on fire he flinches against my laugh echoing from his skin.
"But that's where all the fun is," I say melting my words against his skin.
I capture the softness of his arse between my teeth. His longing hiss echoes through the air.
I push myself up on one arm to gaze at him once again. What I see spreads smouldering pins and needles against my body. Filling my foolish mind with the idea that this is important, that, perhaps, he reaches this liberty and confidence inside just me. His fingers are curving strokes around his hardened cock, weeping in anticipation. His eyes flash open and fill with guilt as he catches me watching. Then his gaze maps my features. At my barely hidden desire a smile forms behind those mysterious eyes - wiping all trace of anything but the deepest passion. He traps his lip between his teeth, over his moan, as he quickens the pump of his hand. His eyes never breaking contact with mine. I can't forbid myself to hope that he does this only for me.
With his pace fast, I see his irises flashing ebony and I shatter. In a single second I force him to lie flat on the bed, boxing my hips over his, gripping his hands within my own. The feeling of burning as our chests collide is barely perceptible over the tightness of longing. Finally in control I move his hands up to my wall, pressing them flat against the wooden headboard. He cants his hips for my contact but I press my hand against a thigh, for now refusing him. I press my lips closed against his and he moans at the slightest of kisses.
"Stop," I growl, not moving my mouth from his.
"Do you really think I'm not going to take you?" I ask, my eyes searching the depth of his ebony world.
"Do you think I've forgotten how amazing you look when you give it all to me?" His eyes slide shut as my words flash through him.
"That there's been a single moment when I've looked at you and not thought about it?" As the confession lingers in the air I press my hips lightly against his, causing the smallest of touches between our desperate cocks. His eyes slam open, my name falling from his lips.
"You're mine tonight," I promise.
I let my teeth tug at his ear lobe and revel in the flash of heated breath against my skin.
"Just give me a second, and…" I capture his smile as I whisper licentious thought into his skin, "…decide whether you're going to have me, or you'll let me have you; cos, when I get back…there's no more playing."