Notre Fétiche, Notre Amour
Chapter 10: Pour Toujours les Amoureux
"August..." Lysandre panted, "I'm going to...I'm...Where should..." he gasped and bit his lip without so much as a hitch in his rhythm.
He kissed Lysandre and held him close, whispering, "Come inside me, mon amour. I want you to come inside me."
Lysandre pushed into Augustine a few more times, his moans growing louder and more urgent with each thrust. Augustine's cries mixed and harmonized with Lysandre's, his entire body clenching around his lover. Finally, Lysandre was able to unleash the pent-up heat in his loins that he'd been teasing to a boil all night. With one last cry of pleasure, he tensed up from head to toe and climaxed deep inside his lover. The best part of his sexual culmination wasn't so much the orgasm itself as it was looking down and knowing he'd filled the man he loved with his essence. It may not have been his first time, but it felt as meaningful as if it had been.
He collapsed on top of Augustine, warm and out of breath. Augustine had one of the biggest smiles he'd ever seen shining through the blush that had spread across his face. But little did Augustine know that Lysandre wasn't quite finished yet. Once he could breathe again, Lysandre stood up on his knees, spread and lifted Augustine's legs in the air and continued to fuck him, never once pulling out.
Augustine was still recovering from their love-making when he felt Lysandre push back into him. "Y-You're still going? But didn't you finish?"
"I did. But I want you to come too."
Lysandre licked his hand and began stroking Augustine while thrusting into him.
"Is this okay? Or do you want me to just use my mouth?"
Augustine's body tightened up. "N-no, this is p-perfect."
With his own orgasm out of the way, Lysandre could devote all his effort and attention to pleasuring Augustine, not to mention the ability to take in the beautiful sight of his lover writhing and moaning under his touch. He wanted to find the spots that made Augustine tick the most and then completely ravage them. It didn't go unnoticed just how much more intensely he reacted when Lysandre stroked the tip of his cock compared to the shaft; that he seemed to enjoy deep penetration more than fast; the change in the sounds Augustine made when he stroked him and fucked him at the same pace instead of different speeds.
That's right, tell me how to please you, Lysandre thought as he studied his lover's reactions.
He stroked faster and tightened his grip on Augustine's swollen member, relishing his responses. Augustine was trembling, his hands digging into the sheets as his climax seemed to stall, almost as if it were trying to hold out just a little longer.
"Keep going. J-just like that. Just a little more...oh fuck, I'm so close..." Augustine panted and practically whined.
"Come for me, my love. I want to make you finish," Lysandre whispered, his voice sensual and hungry.
Lysandre's sultry demand gave Augustine the push he needed to finally reach his release. He howled Lysandre's name before his back arched up and he sprayed his seed across his mate's belly and chest. Lysandre continued to stroke him, squeezing every last drop out of him. His tight grip on the head of Augustine's sensitive cock made him twitch and gasp before he instinctively pushed Lysandre's hand away, letting him know he'd had enough. Lysandre smiled; he removed his hand and withdrew his flaccid flesh, sending a shiver down Augustine's spine. Letting Augustine's legs down, Lysandre sucked and licked his cock dry, making his dark-haired swain spasm under his gossamer touch.
Augustine whimpered and his legs closed around Lysandre's head in response to even his softest touch. "S-stop. It's too much for me right now, cher."
Lysandre smiled, lapping away the last of the white fluid. "Waste not."
Lysandre crawled up beside his new paramour to bask in their mutual euphoria after their amorous escapades. He ran his hands over Augustine's skin and kissed him deeply.
"I hope I wasn't too much of a disappointment tonight."
Augustine ran his fingers down the side of Lysandre's face and smiled. "I've never known you to be a skeptic, especially when it comes to your own performance." He planted a gentle kiss on Lysandre's lips. "You were absolutely incredible."
They held one another for some time. Augustine nestled himself against his lover's chest, savoring the warmth of Lysandre's flesh against his own. Lysandre ran his fingers through his beau's hair, wishing more than anything that time would just stop and they could stay entwined in one another's arms forever. Alas, all good things are destined to come to an end, and as much as he didn't want to, Lysandre had to ask that question.
"I'm sorry, I hope I don't ruin the moment, but... what does this make us? Are we lovers? Partners? Or just friends?"
Augustine moved away, but only enough to see Lysandre's face. "I haven't thought about it, mostly because I don't want to assign an official title to us."
Lysandre looked a little defeated. "Because you don't want to be with me."
Augustine held his hand. "Because I don't want to try to make us fit into some kind of a mold and then wonder what's wrong if we don't fit into one perfectly. I've been down that road before and it's frustrating, to say the least. I want to be with you, but you're also my dearest friend, and I don't want one of those relationships to jeopardize the other. Instead of saying we're lovers or friends or anything else, why don't we just say 'we are,' whatever that may be? I'm not afraid to commit, nor am I ashamed of being with you. You be mine and I'll be yours. Would that be okay?"
Lysandre never knew a man who could bring him solace like Augustine could with just a few simple words. He kissed his beau again. "I love you, Augustine."
"And I love you, Lysandre. Don't ever think otherwise."
"It's taken me so long to find the courage to tell you that. I thought I'd have to go my whole life never being able to tell you how much you truly meant to me."
Augustine thought out loud, "I wonder if we would have ever told one another the truth had it not been for us both being at the club that night."
"Or if you hadn't put two and two together. It seems both of us being perverts worked out in our favor, though I would have never thought that a gangbang could be a matchmaking event."
Augustine laughed. "You'll find love in the most unlikely places, I guess."
"But I like your idea. I don't care what we do or don't call ourselves, just so long as I can have you in my life, and hopefully, in my bed too."
"My only regret is not finding this out sooner, mon chéri. We could have spent so much more time together."
Lysandre whispered to Augustine, "We'll just have to make up for that lost time, won't we?"
"I like the way you think." Augustine kissed him tenderly and gave him an enticing smile. "I kind of want to go get cleaned up, though. Why don't we multi-task and start making up in the shower?"
"Smart, beautiful, constructive. I must be the luckiest man in the world to have you. Lead the way."
Author's Notes: And that's all she wrote! I really did try to think of ways to continue this story, but the ideas I came up with just seemed to be kind of stale or forced. Sorry to disappoint anyone who was hoping for more past this point, but this is it for this little piece of smut. Anyway, thanks very much to those who took time to read the story! I've got a few other Pokemon stories that are in varying states of completion sitting on my computer right now and I'll hopefully get around to actually fleshing them out sometime (some of them are romantic, one is more just angst/drama).