Interlude
Bliss.
Pure and utter bliss.
Conveniently wrapped up in the unearthly creature moving under him, accentuated by breathless panting and desire filled moans. His lover gave him a contented smile full of pleasure reserved just for him and he surged forward, driving himself deeper despite being already fully seated inside.
He captured the soft, partially opened lips belonging to his fey lover with his own, devouring the cries of ecstasy he elicited as their bodies came together over and over in a carnal need. He never ceased to be amazed at the intense heights of pleasure that he had not known existed until his lover fell into his life. Neither could he understand, nor did he care, just how perfectly their bodies seemed to fit together, no matter which position they came together.
It was as if some supernatural force had taken his measurements and custom-crafted his lover specifically for him. From the slender frame to the lithe muscle structure to the soft curves and perky ass; even the sinfully tight and velvety tunnel that squeezed him in the most delightful way, yet was not so tight that he had to worry about ripping his lover apart when his baser instincts took over and he could not hold back from ravaging the creature.
Whether his lover had been created from the fabric that comprised the heavens or had been crafted in the depths of hell as a reward from the devils that ruled for all of his misdeeds and souls he sent there, he did not know. Nor did he care.
The only thing he knew for certain was that he would rip apart the heavens and sunder every level of hell if someone even dare think about taking his lover from him. Not even death himself could keep his lover out of his arms. Not when he had finally found what it was he had spent his life searching for.
His lungs burning with the need to breathe was the only reason he released his lover's mouth. He leaned back to view the lips, bruised and swollen from their exertion, with a pleased smile. His lover was splayed out in front of him and resting on his forearms, barely able to support himself any more.
He slipped his hands between their bodies to give the globes of his lover's ass a possessive squeeze before running his fingers languidly over the creamy skin of his hips, up his spine, over his shoulders and down him arms until finally coming to rest on top of his hands where he let their fingers curl together. As he moved forward he rested his body fully on top of his lover's, reaffirming just how perfectly they fit together. The only air between them happened when he pulled out before driving back inside his lover's heat.
He lethargically covered his lover's shoulder with lazy kisses, working his way to the crook of his neck. His lover all but purred in delight as he nuzzled the juncture and leaned his head towards his opposite shoulder, offering him a greater expanse of skin to taste. He sucked on his lover's pale skin with open mouthed kisses, fully intent on leaving a trail of so-called 'love marks' on his neck and down his spine on the unblemished skin between each and every vertebrae.
His lover was his and his alone and he wanted to make sure the world knew it.
As he took his sweet time working his way down his lover's spine his fingers played their way to his lover's chest in order to tease the erect nubs found there. He refused to address his lover's aching arousal in a selfish desire to prolong their joining for as long as possible.
With every kiss down his lover's spine he pulled out a little more only to thrust back in as deep as possible before marking him lower, completely ignoring the design that already graced part of his back. He was about halfway to the small of his lover's back when a soft shuddering against his side caused his eyes to fly open.
Shattering his dream into a thousand pieces.
A dream so real that it took his pet starting to wake up for him to recognize it for what it was.
Kuroro's eyes involuntarily rolled back as he was presented with an argument that it might not have entirely been just a dream. Slender fingers, cool against his superheated arousal and slick with physical evidence of his excitement, were exploring every inch of his throbbing erection.
Kneading and curious, small manicured fingernails traced every inch of skin finding every ridge and running along every vein. He knew that his pet was well and fully asleep and had no conscious thought as he teased him; for had his blond been awake he would not have been tugging and pulling on his manhood in such a delicious way.
Pads of fingertips worked their way up to knead the weeping crown of his head, fingernails pressing against sensitive nerves just hard enough to elicit pleasure without pain. Fingers then curled around his girth before sliding down to the root of his arousal, pulsing in a mild squeeze while seed slicked digits made a delightful schlicking sound as they worked their way from root to tip and back again.
Kuroro bit back a moan of pleasure, his hips starting to buck against his pet's administrations, demanding more. The possibility of him climaxing was a very realistic outcome the longer his blond kept touching him.
That is until those fingers butted against the ridge of his head and squeezed while his pet's thumb pressed hard against the flat part. He felt his balls tighten and barely moved his free hand in time to use a certain pressure point to keep from cumming. Kuroro bit down on his lip and constricted his throat to keep from crying out as his toes curled in the sheets and his body shook in pain-laced pleasure.
The technique he used was a double-edged sword for it did not truly stop the orgasm, just the physical release; it also made his erection twice as sensitive. His balls screamed at being denied their release and he had to concentrate to regulate his breathing.
But then his pet's fingers that were wrapped around his head tightened into a fist; the spunk covering his fingers caused his hand to slip, driving his blonde's thumb hard into his drooling slit. All of his willpower was focused on preventing himself from peaking again so soon that he did not realize that a desperate whine escaped the back of his throat into the crown of honey gold hair he was still nuzzled into.
With an epic show of self-restraint Kuroro kept still, keeping up the false pretense that he was somehow still asleep as his pet's eyes snapped open followed by a sharp inhalation of surprise. But fuck, it was nearly impossible to not act on the impulse to tear both of their night clothes off, throw his pet across his lap and make him take responsibility for his current state while devouring any protests his blond may have by driving his tongue down his Kurapika's throat and sealing their lips together.
He felt a tremor run through his pet's body and his heart beat hard enough that Kuroro could feel it against his chest twice before it just stopped. Concern for his pet grew as his own heart beat several more times without any sort of movement from his Kurapika; not from his body, his lungs nor from his heart.
Kuroro was seconds away from rolling his Kurta over in a panic when his pet finally shuddered while giving a quiet cry of distress. In a single instant his pet flew from his side to the opposite end of their room, all but pressing against the wall. Through long eyelashes Kuroro could tell that his Kurapika's eyes had flared a brilliant shade of ruby so intense they all but glowed in the dark.
He could not tell if his pet was lost in his thoughts or if he was truly staring at the mess he left in their bed for Kuroro was still fully erect; the thin sheet that had been left thrown over him visibly tenting. After a few moments of staring his pet fled to the 'safety' of their bathroom. Kuroro had to repress a chuckle as he heard the lock slide shut and figured that it was a token or symbolic gesture and not that his blond believed that it would keep him out if he desired to invade his pet's privacy.
With a repressed sigh Kuroro got a bit more comfortable and tried to calm his body down; he wanted to finish himself off but did not deem it to be the best course of action with his pet so close by. Without aggravating his condition he tried to take stock of his situation.
At some point during the night his cock had been pulled through the front of his underwear; whether it was done by his pet's hand or his own he could not tell. There was a possibility, though slight, that the force of his erection had caused his sex to break free of its constraints on its own.
His arousal continued to throb in time with his heartbeat, pulsing against the slimy texture of his sleep pants that had previously been a soft, fluffy cotton. Kuroro wondered if his favorite sleep pants would be salvageable from the wet spot that now stained them. Once more he had to stifle a chuckle, calling it a wet spot would be like calling the Titanic a small river ferry.
His thoughts then turned to his dream. He had been well on his way to a third orgasm in that dream and from the feel of his night clothes, as well as how slick his pet's fingers had been, it was more than likely that at least one had occurred outside of his dream as well.
It was not the first time he had had that particular dream; in fact he had had that dream periodically ever since puberty graced him with wet dreams. But had it always starred his pet, or had his latest dream overridden all of the memories of his prior dreams. Did it feature his blond because it was supposed to, because he was sharing a bed with his pet or was there some deeper meaning to his appearance?
There was one thing about his dream that caused him to frown. He had referred to his pet as his lover and meant it.
Lover.
That meant some form of the exploitable weakness most commonly referred to as love. Love meant nothing to him; it was something to be used as a form of manipulation. It was something that made it easy to lead weak-willed and sheltered ninnies who think attention equals affection by the nose into doing whatever he wanted. To get whatever he wanted.
Lover?
Kuroro gave a single, soft laugh. The term lover indicated a desire to freely give and not just receive. It meant making someone else happy without thought of benefit. No, if anything caused him to do something for his pet it was purely as a form of manipulation; a subtle use of charm.
He conveniently refused to address the sense of longing the prior occurrences of that dream had left him with. In the past it always felt like it was either mocking him with something he would never get or that it held a promise of a gift in the future. This time, however, it did not leave him with either; for he had his pet by his side, at least in one sense.
No, this time his dream had left him with a strong, and possibly excessive, sense of possessiveness over his blond.
As he mused he heard his pet take a shower after a long pause once the door was locked. It was longer than normal but not excessively so. He smirked as he remembered that his Kurapika's hand had been covered in his fluid and he wondered how his blond had cleaned himself up.
As Kuroro daydreamed about his pet licking his seed off his hand with an eager tongue, like his appendage was a melting ice cream cone of his favorite flavor, he could not help but growl out a sigh of desire. Right about then his pet slipped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel draped around his waist.
His Kurapika froze at the sound and looked ready to bolt back into the bathroom so he remained still and resisted the urge to buck his hips and make his pet recall what he had done during the night. When his blond was assured that Kuroro was not awake, or at least was not going to interrupt him, he slunk through the dim shadows of their room to where his bag had been stowed and quickly pulled out clothing for the day. Items in hand he fled soundlessly back into their bathroom, once more locking the door behind him.
Yet again his pet elicited a smile from Kuroro due to his antics, especially the pointless locking of the bathroom door. Of course, he was also pleased to see that, while not as pronounced as his own erection, his Kurapika sported a small but noticeable tent in the front of his towel.
Shortly thereafter his blond slipped out of their bathroom and out onto their private balcony, presumably for solitude. The timing was good as Kuroro found himself needing the toilet, for he was loathe to ruin his sleep pants any more than they already were and the mental picture of his pet sucking his essence from his fingers was too much for his already aching sex.
Once the door to the balcony slid shut he all but flew into the bathroom, barely taking the time to close the door behind him. Bracing himself with one hand against the wall he bent partway over the stool. He stroked himself roughly, remembering the way his pet's delicate fingers felt against his throbbing meat. Much too quickly he was unloading healthy shot after shot into the bowl.
Reluctant to end before he was fully finished Kuroro kept up his almost desperate pace, milking himself dry. However, when his thoughts turned back to his dream he found his flagging arousal grow stiff once more.
When he was finally finished and his body sated, Kuroro was forced to sit down backwards on the stool before his legs gave out. Resting his head against the arm he still had braced against the wall he worked to regulate his panting breaths until he was able to breathe normally again. Closing his eyes he wondered just what it was about his pet that had him lose control so often and so easily.
Unable to find the answer he stood up. He needed to see if he could salvage his favorite sleep pants before taking his own shower. And then it was time to collect his pet from their balcony for they had much to do today.
