Timeline: after episode 15 [after Talpa had his Warlords retrieve the wayward Anubis, he orders them to imprison Anubis in the dungeon]
CHAPTER 7:
Lovers
Kale dreamt.
He sucked in a breath as his lover straddled him and heat enveloped his hardening shaft. His eyes flew open as the sharp edge of carefully placed teeth nipped at sensitive flesh. He took in the lush red hair pooling on his chest, the mischievous smile on the flushed face right before him and decided that loosing a nipple to those teeth might well be worth it.
His hands found their way to Anubis' hips, and he dug his fingers into the flesh in response to the teasing. Lips found his. A tongue flickered out to wet the thin skin behind an ear lobe. A hand brushed damp strands of blue hair off his forehead, another explored his chest, touching and caressing.
Kale nearly sobbed in frustration as Anubis lifted his hips off him and left him aching to be back inside that heat. Hands pushed him back down into the pillows. Kale hadn't realized he had moved to recapture that velvet prison for his willing flesh.
Anubis tried to evade his questing hands. He scooted back just out of reach and captured a stray hand. He brought it to his mouth, lavishing each finger with individual attention, licking and sucking.
Kale, frustrated and impatient, propped himself up on an elbow and his free arm snaked out. His hand caught Anubis in the back on the neck, urging him closer with subtle pressure. "Come back here," he murmured.
His body moved restlessly on the bed, squirming with need. His hands were caressing and kneading strong shoulders, a defined chest, and muscular arms, while the pressure on Anubis' neck slowly pulled him closer. Kale was trying to manipulate the man straddling his thighs into the same state of feverish need that was threatening to drive him insane.
He sank back into the soft pillows, taking Anubis with him who must have decided that it was time to end his teasing. His mouth, hungry and hot, on Kale's until their mutual need for air separated them.
A sly smile curved his bruised lips as he felt Kale buck upward again, seeking relief. Rising in a fluid motion, he settled himself again, feeling Kale gasp into his kiss. Slowly he straightened, letting his hips take his weight, letting Kale sink deeper inside him.
Gods. Kale was beyond words. He bucked, arched. His hands came to rest on the lean thighs that straddled him, then roved upward, sliding over sweaty flesh. Gods, this felt good. Afraid to close his eyes - the vision before him might disappear - he watched Anubis move above him, savoring the enticing picture.
Kale's movements became more uncontrolled as he allowed his passion to sweep them into a rhythm that would bring an end to this soon.
Anubis had thrown his head back; red hair plastered to his damp back, eyes tightly closed, concentrating on each movement. His hands splayed flat against Kale's chest and stomach, seeking support. A low moan slipped past his lips, urging Kale to quicken his pace.
Kale watched him open his mouth to a sound that never emerged. Gods, but he was beautiful, and so completely unaware of it. Matching him thrust for thrust, Kale's hands sought purchase on the sweaty skin, finally digging into gracefully moving hips.
Kale bit down on his own lips as he watched his lover giving himself over to the sensations he was creating, thrusting up into the velvet heat that was about to rob him of all reasonable thought. Anubis collapsed onto his chest, sucking in air with desperate intensity. His sweat damp hair pooling around his face on Kale's chest. The sensation of that long hair sliding over his nipples ended Kale's tenuous hold on sanity.
Firmly pressing his eyes shut so as to never loose the picture of Anubis on his chest, he rose to find release in the new position. Thrusting, he emptied himself into his lover. Gods, there was nothing better than this. He fell back, chest heaving, into the strong embrace of muscular arms.
Lips barely touched his ear as a deep voice whispered: "Don't start without me."
It was painful to drag his lids open, but Kale did and fastened eyes on the tousled head of green hair above him. He groaned, shut his eyes again, and arched into the very real hands caressing his chest and lower abdomen. He'd found solace in the arms of another after that final unforgiving click of the dungeon door that had separated Anubis from him, forever.
CHAPTER 7:
Lovers
Kale dreamt.
He sucked in a breath as his lover straddled him and heat enveloped his hardening shaft. His eyes flew open as the sharp edge of carefully placed teeth nipped at sensitive flesh. He took in the lush red hair pooling on his chest, the mischievous smile on the flushed face right before him and decided that loosing a nipple to those teeth might well be worth it.
His hands found their way to Anubis' hips, and he dug his fingers into the flesh in response to the teasing. Lips found his. A tongue flickered out to wet the thin skin behind an ear lobe. A hand brushed damp strands of blue hair off his forehead, another explored his chest, touching and caressing.
Kale nearly sobbed in frustration as Anubis lifted his hips off him and left him aching to be back inside that heat. Hands pushed him back down into the pillows. Kale hadn't realized he had moved to recapture that velvet prison for his willing flesh.
Anubis tried to evade his questing hands. He scooted back just out of reach and captured a stray hand. He brought it to his mouth, lavishing each finger with individual attention, licking and sucking.
Kale, frustrated and impatient, propped himself up on an elbow and his free arm snaked out. His hand caught Anubis in the back on the neck, urging him closer with subtle pressure. "Come back here," he murmured.
His body moved restlessly on the bed, squirming with need. His hands were caressing and kneading strong shoulders, a defined chest, and muscular arms, while the pressure on Anubis' neck slowly pulled him closer. Kale was trying to manipulate the man straddling his thighs into the same state of feverish need that was threatening to drive him insane.
He sank back into the soft pillows, taking Anubis with him who must have decided that it was time to end his teasing. His mouth, hungry and hot, on Kale's until their mutual need for air separated them.
A sly smile curved his bruised lips as he felt Kale buck upward again, seeking relief. Rising in a fluid motion, he settled himself again, feeling Kale gasp into his kiss. Slowly he straightened, letting his hips take his weight, letting Kale sink deeper inside him.
Gods. Kale was beyond words. He bucked, arched. His hands came to rest on the lean thighs that straddled him, then roved upward, sliding over sweaty flesh. Gods, this felt good. Afraid to close his eyes - the vision before him might disappear - he watched Anubis move above him, savoring the enticing picture.
Kale's movements became more uncontrolled as he allowed his passion to sweep them into a rhythm that would bring an end to this soon.
Anubis had thrown his head back; red hair plastered to his damp back, eyes tightly closed, concentrating on each movement. His hands splayed flat against Kale's chest and stomach, seeking support. A low moan slipped past his lips, urging Kale to quicken his pace.
Kale watched him open his mouth to a sound that never emerged. Gods, but he was beautiful, and so completely unaware of it. Matching him thrust for thrust, Kale's hands sought purchase on the sweaty skin, finally digging into gracefully moving hips.
Kale bit down on his own lips as he watched his lover giving himself over to the sensations he was creating, thrusting up into the velvet heat that was about to rob him of all reasonable thought. Anubis collapsed onto his chest, sucking in air with desperate intensity. His sweat damp hair pooling around his face on Kale's chest. The sensation of that long hair sliding over his nipples ended Kale's tenuous hold on sanity.
Firmly pressing his eyes shut so as to never loose the picture of Anubis on his chest, he rose to find release in the new position. Thrusting, he emptied himself into his lover. Gods, there was nothing better than this. He fell back, chest heaving, into the strong embrace of muscular arms.
Lips barely touched his ear as a deep voice whispered: "Don't start without me."
It was painful to drag his lids open, but Kale did and fastened eyes on the tousled head of green hair above him. He groaned, shut his eyes again, and arched into the very real hands caressing his chest and lower abdomen. He'd found solace in the arms of another after that final unforgiving click of the dungeon door that had separated Anubis from him, forever.