Alright, here it is.the *Lemon* chapter. I have been contemplating over
this chapter for a while now. I thank all of you who helped me in my
decision to post this version of chapter eight. For those of y'all who
wanted to keep with the drama, sorry, but I decided with the majority.
Don't worry, there will be more drama, just not this chapter.
I am also supposed to dedicate this chapter to my sister Nagi-chan because
she ran all the way up the my room (which is the 3rd floor mind you) to get
my writing portfolio so I could start writing this chapter.
Umm, I'm supposed to also note that Katashi Usagi appologizes for the lack
of updates on her fic "MOOSE" (read it, it's ssssssoooooo good!) because
con costumes and school work come first.
Usual disclaimer: Schwarz belongs to KT and Prj W. Lucky man, ne?
O.o I don't believe I wrote this. Please enjoy....please?
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The Next Day: Berlin, Germany
Crawford stared out of his bedroom window into the evening, vodka glass in hand. He hadn't slept the previous night. The memories of that afternoon were still floating around in his head.
It bothered him, but not in a completely bad way. He still felt dirty; his latest partner, if you could call him a partner, being a guy. A guy! But in a way, he wanted Schuldig. What the brat had given him, had done to him was unforgettable. But he shouldn't be thinking like that. God, he was so confused.
Crawford gulped down the last of his vodka. "God, why me?" he said aloud. He walked into his office and pulled the vodka bottle out of the bottom drawer of his desk. He poured himself another glass and set the bottle on the desk.
Something else was bugging him. Schuldig had clearly stated his opinion of Este. Now it was not a secret, not that it ever really was. So now Crawford knew that Schuldig thought the same as him. Both hated this place, both of them hated Este and their ideals, both of them longed for the downfall of these psychos. But Schuldig thought that he was one of them. This whole time, Crawford has been spitting out Este ideals, going along with everything his assignment called for.
Schuldig hated him; Crawford knew Schuldig hated him. But it would be nice to have an ally in this place. Schu could use a friend in here. Hell, Crawford could use a friend in here. This was a lonely place.
Crawford set his glass on the desk and walked out of the room. He trekked down to the lower floors to Schuldig's dorm room. He wanted to set the record straight with Schu. Him knowing Crawford was on his side might make his stay here go a little more smoothly. It might make the remainder of Crawford's stay go more smoothly as well.
He knocked on the door and Schuldig's roommate opened the door.
"Ah, Mister Crawford, what can I do for you?"
Crawford looked at the man. He seemed to be about the same age as himself, and just as tall. "Is Schuldig here?"
"Umm, no. He stepped out for a bit. Can I help you with something?"
"No, just tell him to come by my office as soon as he gets back."
"Yeah, sure."
Crawford went back to his own dorm. What was he going to say to Schuldig? How was he going to say it?
Crawford grabbed his glass from the desk and finished it off.
{{Schuldig came toward him.}}
He set the glass on the desk and grabbed the bottle. In the short time he had been in this particular room, he suddenly realized he had never sat on his little couch. So, he took a seat in the dead center of the cushions. It was actually quite comfortable. Crawford raised the bottle to his lips and took a sip.
{{Schuldig leaned in to kiss him.}}
Crawford stopped drinking. He sighed, "Not again."
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Schuldig walked back to his room. It drove him nuts that he was followed anywhere he went in this place. It was too much work trying to get everybody to go elsewhere. Goodness, his poor little head.
He needed some air. The boredom of the day was starting to get to Schu. There was nothing to do for kicks around this place. Obviously recreation really wasn't something these people believed in.
At least Crawford hadn't bugged him at all today. Hopefully he scared him off. That guy was so annoying. And Schuldig couldn't tell him to go somewhere cause he had no mental influence on the guy.
It really was too bad he was such an asshole. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a part of this cult, Schuldig thought he could definitely have some fun with the man. He was really attractive, a pretty face and a nice ass. Oh, and was he well endowed. Yeah, he could definitely have fun with him.
Schuldig opened the door and walked in, heading straight for his bed.
"Mister Crawford wants to see you in his office A.S.A.P." said his roommate.
Schu sat down. "What did he want?"
His roommate shrugged. "I don't know, but he didn't look too happy."
"He never looks like anything." Schuldig got back up and headed to Crawford's office. "Now what the hell does he want? God, I would know if I could read his fucking mind!"
He got to the door and banged on it. "Come in," came a voice from inside.
Schu walked in to see Crawford sitting in the middle of his couch holding a vodka bottle. "This guy drinks?" he thought to himself. He stepped over in front of Crawford, "What do you want?"
Crawford looked at him. He could feel Schuldig trying to get at his mind. He was trying really hard. "Please stop trying to get at my mind. You aren't going to succeed."
Schuldig stopped.
"I called you here because I have some things that I need to say to you. Obviously, you don't want to be here. Well, let me tell you something, neither do I. I know you think I'm the enemy and I know you hate me. Whatever. I don't care about that. I want you to know that I think all this is bullshit too. You've only had to listen to this shit for a month now? Try having it ground into your head for two years! The only way to survive here is to conform, or at least make them think you've conformed. The only reason I'm grounding this stuff into your head is because that's what they want me to do and if I don't, they will not think twice about killing me. They have you, so they don't need me anymore. You don't give a fuck about your life anymore, fine, but I give a fuck about mine. I'm not dying here! And I don't really think you should want to die here either."
Schuldig stared at him. Damn! He had no idea. This guy was too good an actor, a lying son of a bitch. This whole time he was just acting. This 'Este is everything, our ideals are everything' attitude was just a charade. The whole time.
He said to Crawford, "I had no idea." He depended on his mental senses too much. Schuldig concerned himself so much with getting into his mind that he never even noticed Crawford's exterior.
Crawford leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, vodka bottle still in hand. "Well, I thought you should know. It would be nice to have an ally in here, you know? And it's a good thing I was the one you told, cause anybody else, would have killed you."
Schuldig stood there. He didn't know what to say. But, for once he agreed with Crawford. It would be nice to have a friend in here; someone who agreed with him and he didn't have to be careful with what he said around them.
Both of them were silent, looking at each other. Neither one knew what to say now. Crawford was done saying what he felt he had to and Schu had nothing to say to Crawford anymore. There seemed to be a tension building.
Schuldig decided to break it. He walked toward Crawford and placing a knee to the side of him, crawled up into his lap, startling him. He came to rest on Crawford's thighs. Crawford just looked at him. Schu took a hold of the vodka bottle that Crawford still had in his hand and took a swig of it.
Crawford cocked his head to the side. "Aren't you a little young to drink?"
Schuldig swallowed the liquor, "I'm a little young to do a lot of things." He leaned over and set the bottle on the table to the side of the couch. He then placed a finger on either side of Crawford's glasses and slipped them off, setting them next to the bottle.
He gently grabbed the sides of Crawford's face and leaned in to kiss him; lightly touching him just to the side of his mouth. Crawford closed his eyes. Schuldig moved over across his cheek and then switched to the other side of his face. Crawford was filled with so much pleasure just by feeling the other man's lips on his skin. He took his hands and placed them around Schuldig's waist.
Schu put his hands on Crawford's chest, feeling every curve under his shirt. Why couldn't it have been a button-up? He reached down and pulled Crawford's shirt up, pulling himself away long enough to get the shirt over his head. Schu moved his lips down his neck, inhaling every scent of the older man.
"You're still trying to get into my head. You aren't going to succeed," Crawford said while massaging Schu's lower back.
"It's habit," he said as he sat up to look at Crawford's face. "I always dive into people's heads to see what they want. That's why I'm so good at what I do." He leaned in and kissed Crawford on the lips.
Both of them froze. Something had happened at that moment their lips met. Some emotion ran through the both of them, something indescribable. Crawford had opened his eyes to see Schuldig staring at him. Neither one of them moved. It was as if they were frozen in time.
Schuldig probed at Crawford's mind again. Nothing. What was he feeling? What did he think of this moment?
Crawford opened his mouth slightly and kissed Schuldig back. Both of them now resumed their previous actions, Crawford now moving his lips across and down Schuldig's face.
"You know," Schuldig suddenly said, "I will get into your mind somehow. I've never met a mind I couldn't read."
Crawford pulled himself away momentarily, "Oh? Well, I've never met a person who could read my mind."
"Is that a challenge, Crawford?" Schu ran his fingers through Crawford's hair. "I'm the world's strongest telepath. How do intend on keeping me out of your mind?"
"You do have an ego don't you?" Crawford pushed Schuldig back a bit so he could look at him. "Well, probably just doing what I do anyway. How do you intend on getting into my mind telepath?"
Schuldig smiled at him. "Well, that's easy," he planted a kiss on Crawford's lips. "First, I'll seduce you." Schu got up on his knees, pressing his erection into Crawford's stomach, "Then, I'll fuck you." He then gently kissed him on the forehead, "And last, I'll mind rape you."
Crawford was so aroused now.
Schuldig sat down again. "Well, since I've already seduced you, I mind as well move onto phase two, but in your bed."
Schuldig got up and taking Crawford's hands, guided him into the bedroom. The younger man pushed Crawford down on his back onto the bed and kneeled over him. He unbuttoned his own shirt and threw it somewhere in the room. Schuldig leaned over and, placing his hands to either side of Crawford's shoulders, ferociously kissed his chest.
Crawford grabbed Schu's shoulder with one hand and ran his other through the mass of red hair moving around his chest.
Taking one of Crawford's nipples in his mouth, Schuldig massaged the nub with his tongue. He heard the other man moaning at his touch. He fondled him for a couple of minutes before moving to the other nipple. Crawford's skin tasted so sweet to him. Schuldig continued to move himself down and around his partner, exploring every crease of the other man's abdomen.
Crawford held onto Schuldig's hair, tightening his grip every time he felt a surge of pleasure from the other man. His partner was moving further down. He wriggled a bit because Schu's tongue tickled him. He was enjoying himself very much. Crawford felt his pants being undone. He let go of the mass of hair he was holding onto and lifted his head to see Schuldig smiling at him.
"Lift your ass," Schu said to him.
Crawford did so and he felt his pants and underwear disappear from his body. He felt a pair of hands grip his hips and a pair of lips touch his fully erect penis.
He closed his eyes and cocked his head back. The pleasure and ecstasy he was feeling at that moment was almost too much for him.
Schuldig pecked at Crawford with his lips, carefully searching around the shaft before wrapping his entire mouth around the erection.
Crawford's eyes flew open. He gripped at the blanket on the bed and yelled out in pleasure. The mask that he always wore, no matter what he was feeling, fell off. He didn't care anymore. He wanted Schuldig to see the pleasure on his face; wanted to feel the pleasure the younger man had to give. Crawford looked down and saw the red headed man bobbing up and down. He was going to climax at any moment.
Schuldig moved his mouth faster up and down, tasting any pre-essence coming from his partner. He brought Crawford as far into his mouth as he possibly could, receiving a deep groan in return. Faster and faster, hearing Crawford's breathing matching his own rhythms.
"Ahh.I'm cumming.!" Crawford seemed to yell at him. He arched his back slamming himself further into Schuldig as he emptied his essence into his partner's mouth. Schuldig took a mouth full of it; swallowing.
Crawford collapsed, most of his energy spent. Schuldig pushed himself back up along Crawford; coming to rest at his neck and started to suck at his jugular vein.
Crawford put his arms around Schu. He looked at the ceiling as Schuldig nibbled at his neck. "Umm, Schuldig," he whispered.
"Was?"
"Did you swallow?"
Schuldig looked at him, "Yeah. I could have spit, but you'd be surprised how many guys don't find fountains romantic."
Crawford stared at him; eyes wide.
Schuldig smiled at him. "Well now, it's my turn." He grabbed Crawford's one shoulder and flipped him over on to him stomach. As he ran a hand from Crawford's hip slowly up his side, Schuldig nibbled at shoulder blade.
Crawford suddenly felt Schu get off of the bed. He turned his head and saw him looking around the room as he was taking his pants off.
"Umm," Crawford question, "Is there something wrong?"
Schuldig dropped his drawers. "Hold on a sec." He walked over to Crawford's bathroom and went in.
Crawford turned back and popped his head on his fist. "He has to piss at a time like this?"
After a few seconds, he felt Schuldig get back onto the bed, grab his hips and pulled them toward him. Crawford scotched himself toward Schuldig. "Why'd you go in the bathroom?"
He suddenly felt something cold and slimy touch the opening to his ass. His muscles tensed. "Ah! What the hell is that?!"
Schuldig caressed his ass crack. "Believe me, you'll thank me later." He inserted his forefinger into Crawford, then his middle finger. As he slowly stretched Crawford's opening; the older man wriggling from a combination of pleasure and pain.
"You like that?" Schuldig asked him. Crawford didn't answer him. He really didn't know himself.
Schuldig felt Crawford wasn't going to be as tight as before, so he positioned himself, and placing his hands on Crawford's hips, he slowly inserted himself into Crawford's opening.
Crawford let out a quick breath. "Well, this is different," he thought.
Schuldig was slow at first, easing himself into his partner, but he quickened his pace after not too long.
Crawford was becoming hard again. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that he would be making love to, or being made love to by another man. The feeling of Schuldig in him was driving him wild. He was amazed at the pleasure that was rushing through his every nerve. He wanted more, so much more.
Schuldig wanted more of Crawford. He shoved himself in as far as he could, over and over. He reached in front of Crawford and grabbed him, stroking his erection; his hand movements matching that of his pelvic thrusts.
Oh, yes! That is what Crawford needed, relief from the build-up of pleasure. Again, he could feel himself approaching another orgasm. Oh, he didn't want his younger partner to stop.
Schuldig moaned out load, his breathing becoming faster and faster. He couldn't contain himself any longer. With one last thrust; he came inside of his partner.
Crawford could feel himself being filled with Schuldig's warm essence. The younger man seemed to collapse on him, though still stroking him until he came for a second time.
The both of them lay collapsed on the bed, panting from exhaustion. Neither one of them moved for a couple of minutes.
Suddenly, Crawford felt Schuldig pull out of him, giving him one last bout of pleasure before declaring he was done. He turned over on his side and was asleep within minutes.
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Crawford awoke to the sun shinning through the window. Somehow, during the night, he was able to crawl under his blankets, although he didn't remember waking up and doing so.
The events of last night came back to his mind. He actually smiled a bit at the memory. Crawford turned over to see if his partner had enjoyed last night, but when he did, all he found was an empty bed. He didn't know when Schu left and felt kind of disappointed at finding only himself the morning after.
Crawford turned over on his back and sighed, "God, now I feel like a whore."
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The Next Day: Berlin, Germany
Crawford stared out of his bedroom window into the evening, vodka glass in hand. He hadn't slept the previous night. The memories of that afternoon were still floating around in his head.
It bothered him, but not in a completely bad way. He still felt dirty; his latest partner, if you could call him a partner, being a guy. A guy! But in a way, he wanted Schuldig. What the brat had given him, had done to him was unforgettable. But he shouldn't be thinking like that. God, he was so confused.
Crawford gulped down the last of his vodka. "God, why me?" he said aloud. He walked into his office and pulled the vodka bottle out of the bottom drawer of his desk. He poured himself another glass and set the bottle on the desk.
Something else was bugging him. Schuldig had clearly stated his opinion of Este. Now it was not a secret, not that it ever really was. So now Crawford knew that Schuldig thought the same as him. Both hated this place, both of them hated Este and their ideals, both of them longed for the downfall of these psychos. But Schuldig thought that he was one of them. This whole time, Crawford has been spitting out Este ideals, going along with everything his assignment called for.
Schuldig hated him; Crawford knew Schuldig hated him. But it would be nice to have an ally in this place. Schu could use a friend in here. Hell, Crawford could use a friend in here. This was a lonely place.
Crawford set his glass on the desk and walked out of the room. He trekked down to the lower floors to Schuldig's dorm room. He wanted to set the record straight with Schu. Him knowing Crawford was on his side might make his stay here go a little more smoothly. It might make the remainder of Crawford's stay go more smoothly as well.
He knocked on the door and Schuldig's roommate opened the door.
"Ah, Mister Crawford, what can I do for you?"
Crawford looked at the man. He seemed to be about the same age as himself, and just as tall. "Is Schuldig here?"
"Umm, no. He stepped out for a bit. Can I help you with something?"
"No, just tell him to come by my office as soon as he gets back."
"Yeah, sure."
Crawford went back to his own dorm. What was he going to say to Schuldig? How was he going to say it?
Crawford grabbed his glass from the desk and finished it off.
{{Schuldig came toward him.}}
He set the glass on the desk and grabbed the bottle. In the short time he had been in this particular room, he suddenly realized he had never sat on his little couch. So, he took a seat in the dead center of the cushions. It was actually quite comfortable. Crawford raised the bottle to his lips and took a sip.
{{Schuldig leaned in to kiss him.}}
Crawford stopped drinking. He sighed, "Not again."
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Schuldig walked back to his room. It drove him nuts that he was followed anywhere he went in this place. It was too much work trying to get everybody to go elsewhere. Goodness, his poor little head.
He needed some air. The boredom of the day was starting to get to Schu. There was nothing to do for kicks around this place. Obviously recreation really wasn't something these people believed in.
At least Crawford hadn't bugged him at all today. Hopefully he scared him off. That guy was so annoying. And Schuldig couldn't tell him to go somewhere cause he had no mental influence on the guy.
It really was too bad he was such an asshole. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a part of this cult, Schuldig thought he could definitely have some fun with the man. He was really attractive, a pretty face and a nice ass. Oh, and was he well endowed. Yeah, he could definitely have fun with him.
Schuldig opened the door and walked in, heading straight for his bed.
"Mister Crawford wants to see you in his office A.S.A.P." said his roommate.
Schu sat down. "What did he want?"
His roommate shrugged. "I don't know, but he didn't look too happy."
"He never looks like anything." Schuldig got back up and headed to Crawford's office. "Now what the hell does he want? God, I would know if I could read his fucking mind!"
He got to the door and banged on it. "Come in," came a voice from inside.
Schu walked in to see Crawford sitting in the middle of his couch holding a vodka bottle. "This guy drinks?" he thought to himself. He stepped over in front of Crawford, "What do you want?"
Crawford looked at him. He could feel Schuldig trying to get at his mind. He was trying really hard. "Please stop trying to get at my mind. You aren't going to succeed."
Schuldig stopped.
"I called you here because I have some things that I need to say to you. Obviously, you don't want to be here. Well, let me tell you something, neither do I. I know you think I'm the enemy and I know you hate me. Whatever. I don't care about that. I want you to know that I think all this is bullshit too. You've only had to listen to this shit for a month now? Try having it ground into your head for two years! The only way to survive here is to conform, or at least make them think you've conformed. The only reason I'm grounding this stuff into your head is because that's what they want me to do and if I don't, they will not think twice about killing me. They have you, so they don't need me anymore. You don't give a fuck about your life anymore, fine, but I give a fuck about mine. I'm not dying here! And I don't really think you should want to die here either."
Schuldig stared at him. Damn! He had no idea. This guy was too good an actor, a lying son of a bitch. This whole time he was just acting. This 'Este is everything, our ideals are everything' attitude was just a charade. The whole time.
He said to Crawford, "I had no idea." He depended on his mental senses too much. Schuldig concerned himself so much with getting into his mind that he never even noticed Crawford's exterior.
Crawford leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, vodka bottle still in hand. "Well, I thought you should know. It would be nice to have an ally in here, you know? And it's a good thing I was the one you told, cause anybody else, would have killed you."
Schuldig stood there. He didn't know what to say. But, for once he agreed with Crawford. It would be nice to have a friend in here; someone who agreed with him and he didn't have to be careful with what he said around them.
Both of them were silent, looking at each other. Neither one knew what to say now. Crawford was done saying what he felt he had to and Schu had nothing to say to Crawford anymore. There seemed to be a tension building.
Schuldig decided to break it. He walked toward Crawford and placing a knee to the side of him, crawled up into his lap, startling him. He came to rest on Crawford's thighs. Crawford just looked at him. Schu took a hold of the vodka bottle that Crawford still had in his hand and took a swig of it.
Crawford cocked his head to the side. "Aren't you a little young to drink?"
Schuldig swallowed the liquor, "I'm a little young to do a lot of things." He leaned over and set the bottle on the table to the side of the couch. He then placed a finger on either side of Crawford's glasses and slipped them off, setting them next to the bottle.
He gently grabbed the sides of Crawford's face and leaned in to kiss him; lightly touching him just to the side of his mouth. Crawford closed his eyes. Schuldig moved over across his cheek and then switched to the other side of his face. Crawford was filled with so much pleasure just by feeling the other man's lips on his skin. He took his hands and placed them around Schuldig's waist.
Schu put his hands on Crawford's chest, feeling every curve under his shirt. Why couldn't it have been a button-up? He reached down and pulled Crawford's shirt up, pulling himself away long enough to get the shirt over his head. Schu moved his lips down his neck, inhaling every scent of the older man.
"You're still trying to get into my head. You aren't going to succeed," Crawford said while massaging Schu's lower back.
"It's habit," he said as he sat up to look at Crawford's face. "I always dive into people's heads to see what they want. That's why I'm so good at what I do." He leaned in and kissed Crawford on the lips.
Both of them froze. Something had happened at that moment their lips met. Some emotion ran through the both of them, something indescribable. Crawford had opened his eyes to see Schuldig staring at him. Neither one of them moved. It was as if they were frozen in time.
Schuldig probed at Crawford's mind again. Nothing. What was he feeling? What did he think of this moment?
Crawford opened his mouth slightly and kissed Schuldig back. Both of them now resumed their previous actions, Crawford now moving his lips across and down Schuldig's face.
"You know," Schuldig suddenly said, "I will get into your mind somehow. I've never met a mind I couldn't read."
Crawford pulled himself away momentarily, "Oh? Well, I've never met a person who could read my mind."
"Is that a challenge, Crawford?" Schu ran his fingers through Crawford's hair. "I'm the world's strongest telepath. How do intend on keeping me out of your mind?"
"You do have an ego don't you?" Crawford pushed Schuldig back a bit so he could look at him. "Well, probably just doing what I do anyway. How do you intend on getting into my mind telepath?"
Schuldig smiled at him. "Well, that's easy," he planted a kiss on Crawford's lips. "First, I'll seduce you." Schu got up on his knees, pressing his erection into Crawford's stomach, "Then, I'll fuck you." He then gently kissed him on the forehead, "And last, I'll mind rape you."
Crawford was so aroused now.
Schuldig sat down again. "Well, since I've already seduced you, I mind as well move onto phase two, but in your bed."
Schuldig got up and taking Crawford's hands, guided him into the bedroom. The younger man pushed Crawford down on his back onto the bed and kneeled over him. He unbuttoned his own shirt and threw it somewhere in the room. Schuldig leaned over and, placing his hands to either side of Crawford's shoulders, ferociously kissed his chest.
Crawford grabbed Schu's shoulder with one hand and ran his other through the mass of red hair moving around his chest.
Taking one of Crawford's nipples in his mouth, Schuldig massaged the nub with his tongue. He heard the other man moaning at his touch. He fondled him for a couple of minutes before moving to the other nipple. Crawford's skin tasted so sweet to him. Schuldig continued to move himself down and around his partner, exploring every crease of the other man's abdomen.
Crawford held onto Schuldig's hair, tightening his grip every time he felt a surge of pleasure from the other man. His partner was moving further down. He wriggled a bit because Schu's tongue tickled him. He was enjoying himself very much. Crawford felt his pants being undone. He let go of the mass of hair he was holding onto and lifted his head to see Schuldig smiling at him.
"Lift your ass," Schu said to him.
Crawford did so and he felt his pants and underwear disappear from his body. He felt a pair of hands grip his hips and a pair of lips touch his fully erect penis.
He closed his eyes and cocked his head back. The pleasure and ecstasy he was feeling at that moment was almost too much for him.
Schuldig pecked at Crawford with his lips, carefully searching around the shaft before wrapping his entire mouth around the erection.
Crawford's eyes flew open. He gripped at the blanket on the bed and yelled out in pleasure. The mask that he always wore, no matter what he was feeling, fell off. He didn't care anymore. He wanted Schuldig to see the pleasure on his face; wanted to feel the pleasure the younger man had to give. Crawford looked down and saw the red headed man bobbing up and down. He was going to climax at any moment.
Schuldig moved his mouth faster up and down, tasting any pre-essence coming from his partner. He brought Crawford as far into his mouth as he possibly could, receiving a deep groan in return. Faster and faster, hearing Crawford's breathing matching his own rhythms.
"Ahh.I'm cumming.!" Crawford seemed to yell at him. He arched his back slamming himself further into Schuldig as he emptied his essence into his partner's mouth. Schuldig took a mouth full of it; swallowing.
Crawford collapsed, most of his energy spent. Schuldig pushed himself back up along Crawford; coming to rest at his neck and started to suck at his jugular vein.
Crawford put his arms around Schu. He looked at the ceiling as Schuldig nibbled at his neck. "Umm, Schuldig," he whispered.
"Was?"
"Did you swallow?"
Schuldig looked at him, "Yeah. I could have spit, but you'd be surprised how many guys don't find fountains romantic."
Crawford stared at him; eyes wide.
Schuldig smiled at him. "Well now, it's my turn." He grabbed Crawford's one shoulder and flipped him over on to him stomach. As he ran a hand from Crawford's hip slowly up his side, Schuldig nibbled at shoulder blade.
Crawford suddenly felt Schu get off of the bed. He turned his head and saw him looking around the room as he was taking his pants off.
"Umm," Crawford question, "Is there something wrong?"
Schuldig dropped his drawers. "Hold on a sec." He walked over to Crawford's bathroom and went in.
Crawford turned back and popped his head on his fist. "He has to piss at a time like this?"
After a few seconds, he felt Schuldig get back onto the bed, grab his hips and pulled them toward him. Crawford scotched himself toward Schuldig. "Why'd you go in the bathroom?"
He suddenly felt something cold and slimy touch the opening to his ass. His muscles tensed. "Ah! What the hell is that?!"
Schuldig caressed his ass crack. "Believe me, you'll thank me later." He inserted his forefinger into Crawford, then his middle finger. As he slowly stretched Crawford's opening; the older man wriggling from a combination of pleasure and pain.
"You like that?" Schuldig asked him. Crawford didn't answer him. He really didn't know himself.
Schuldig felt Crawford wasn't going to be as tight as before, so he positioned himself, and placing his hands on Crawford's hips, he slowly inserted himself into Crawford's opening.
Crawford let out a quick breath. "Well, this is different," he thought.
Schuldig was slow at first, easing himself into his partner, but he quickened his pace after not too long.
Crawford was becoming hard again. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that he would be making love to, or being made love to by another man. The feeling of Schuldig in him was driving him wild. He was amazed at the pleasure that was rushing through his every nerve. He wanted more, so much more.
Schuldig wanted more of Crawford. He shoved himself in as far as he could, over and over. He reached in front of Crawford and grabbed him, stroking his erection; his hand movements matching that of his pelvic thrusts.
Oh, yes! That is what Crawford needed, relief from the build-up of pleasure. Again, he could feel himself approaching another orgasm. Oh, he didn't want his younger partner to stop.
Schuldig moaned out load, his breathing becoming faster and faster. He couldn't contain himself any longer. With one last thrust; he came inside of his partner.
Crawford could feel himself being filled with Schuldig's warm essence. The younger man seemed to collapse on him, though still stroking him until he came for a second time.
The both of them lay collapsed on the bed, panting from exhaustion. Neither one of them moved for a couple of minutes.
Suddenly, Crawford felt Schuldig pull out of him, giving him one last bout of pleasure before declaring he was done. He turned over on his side and was asleep within minutes.
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Crawford awoke to the sun shinning through the window. Somehow, during the night, he was able to crawl under his blankets, although he didn't remember waking up and doing so.
The events of last night came back to his mind. He actually smiled a bit at the memory. Crawford turned over to see if his partner had enjoyed last night, but when he did, all he found was an empty bed. He didn't know when Schu left and felt kind of disappointed at finding only himself the morning after.
Crawford turned over on his back and sighed, "God, now I feel like a whore."