Post by the_who on Nov 16, 2008 21:59:36 GMT -5
(WARNING: There isn't any actual sex here, but it's pretty suggestive, and has a lot of intimacy. I think, if you're mature enough to read it, that it would be a very beautiful scene. So... erm... rated M. RAPR.)
"I love you." The words, the warm breath carrying them scented of peppermint and cider, played along a green form's neck. Those lips, tasting so sweat and tangy, dripping a bit of warm saliva as they slowly kissed tender flesh at the center point of the collarbones, then rose. Sharp teeth skimmed flesh before landing in the crook of a shoulder, nibbling into it, the shoulder rising as its owner let out a moan.
A slender form, the back arched, rising as sharp, long, straight black antennas were carressed, their ends pinched. Sweat was beggining to fall, breathing becoming panting, faster and faster. He gripped tightly the form over him, a beggar. His legs were ready, spread apart under the skirt of his robes, rear rissen in the air, trembling.
But the figure above only shook his head, chuckling. "You know we can't do that... not now, anyway."
"Please... oh, Irk, please...." the bottom figure begged hoarsely, claws trailing down the flesh of the one above him. He whinned, squeezing his legs together as figure eights were languidly traced upon his stomach. He gasped, breaths ladened, clinging to the neck of the one above him. His breath shook as a tongue trailed down his chest, down over his left pap, so slowly, so lightly, leaving a trail of glistening saliva. His rear rose even farther into the air, legs spreading again, bending at the knee, utterances begging.
"Funny... I've never seen you so submissive... pity."
"I don't care if I'm dominant or not... I just want you." His chest was racking, the world spinning wildly out of control, his antennas standing on end, stiff and tender. His stomach muscles were contracted, and sweat gleamed down his body. He let out a shutter, a high-pitched moan that could have been mistaken for a squeak as he began twitching, jerking side to side in spasms.
"Since when have you been uke?" the other growled with adoratioin, antennas raising in attraction.
His mind wanted to scream 'Since when have you been seme?', but he was to caught in the ecstacy of the moment to reply, and he moaned over and over as the one above him nuzzled hot, tender lips into his stomach, nipping its core. This caused him to yelp and jerk upward, thrusting up, trying to rub himself against the other. But his partner refused.
"Not today. I've got a meeting soon." It was said firmly, but muffled slightly against flesh, teeth slowly grazing a pap, sharp claws fluttering down the arched stomach, then back up, carresing the cheek of the one on the bottom. Finally, with a sigh, a hand stroked just above the pelvic bone of the waist arched upward, just above the belt of the skirt, easing the other at last, the bottom Irken finally releasing the bottled pressure.
"I... love... you... Pur." Red shuddered, still spasming a bit, still clinging to Purple's neck, but was at last able to collapse on the couch, the blanket under him brushing snuggly across his face.
Purple sighed, stroking Red's cheek, who leaned into the hand. "Red... change robes and clean up before some one walks in on you." he requested, giving his partner a kiss before raising himself, the skirts of his lavender robes still tight around his waist, despite Red's desires. Red sighed, chest rising up and down.
"Is that... really what it feels like to be uke?" Red asked, his eyes gleaming as he stared up at the ceiling, antennas slowly becoming less stiff.
"Yes...." Purple mumbled, slipping on his chest armor, waist bands, and wrist gauntlets once more, his eyes partially closed, a gentle smirk pulling at his features. "But that's my role." He kissed Red's lips again before leaving the room.
Red sighed again, his chest rising and falling. "I know...." he spoke, even though he was quite aware that Purple was gone. He closed his eyes, curling his fingers across his bare chest, savoring the remnants of Purple's sweet carress. "And I hope I make you feel this way."
"I love you." The words, the warm breath carrying them scented of peppermint and cider, played along a green form's neck. Those lips, tasting so sweat and tangy, dripping a bit of warm saliva as they slowly kissed tender flesh at the center point of the collarbones, then rose. Sharp teeth skimmed flesh before landing in the crook of a shoulder, nibbling into it, the shoulder rising as its owner let out a moan.
A slender form, the back arched, rising as sharp, long, straight black antennas were carressed, their ends pinched. Sweat was beggining to fall, breathing becoming panting, faster and faster. He gripped tightly the form over him, a beggar. His legs were ready, spread apart under the skirt of his robes, rear rissen in the air, trembling.
But the figure above only shook his head, chuckling. "You know we can't do that... not now, anyway."
"Please... oh, Irk, please...." the bottom figure begged hoarsely, claws trailing down the flesh of the one above him. He whinned, squeezing his legs together as figure eights were languidly traced upon his stomach. He gasped, breaths ladened, clinging to the neck of the one above him. His breath shook as a tongue trailed down his chest, down over his left pap, so slowly, so lightly, leaving a trail of glistening saliva. His rear rose even farther into the air, legs spreading again, bending at the knee, utterances begging.
"Funny... I've never seen you so submissive... pity."
"I don't care if I'm dominant or not... I just want you." His chest was racking, the world spinning wildly out of control, his antennas standing on end, stiff and tender. His stomach muscles were contracted, and sweat gleamed down his body. He let out a shutter, a high-pitched moan that could have been mistaken for a squeak as he began twitching, jerking side to side in spasms.
"Since when have you been uke?" the other growled with adoratioin, antennas raising in attraction.
His mind wanted to scream 'Since when have you been seme?', but he was to caught in the ecstacy of the moment to reply, and he moaned over and over as the one above him nuzzled hot, tender lips into his stomach, nipping its core. This caused him to yelp and jerk upward, thrusting up, trying to rub himself against the other. But his partner refused.
"Not today. I've got a meeting soon." It was said firmly, but muffled slightly against flesh, teeth slowly grazing a pap, sharp claws fluttering down the arched stomach, then back up, carresing the cheek of the one on the bottom. Finally, with a sigh, a hand stroked just above the pelvic bone of the waist arched upward, just above the belt of the skirt, easing the other at last, the bottom Irken finally releasing the bottled pressure.
"I... love... you... Pur." Red shuddered, still spasming a bit, still clinging to Purple's neck, but was at last able to collapse on the couch, the blanket under him brushing snuggly across his face.
Purple sighed, stroking Red's cheek, who leaned into the hand. "Red... change robes and clean up before some one walks in on you." he requested, giving his partner a kiss before raising himself, the skirts of his lavender robes still tight around his waist, despite Red's desires. Red sighed, chest rising up and down.
"Is that... really what it feels like to be uke?" Red asked, his eyes gleaming as he stared up at the ceiling, antennas slowly becoming less stiff.
"Yes...." Purple mumbled, slipping on his chest armor, waist bands, and wrist gauntlets once more, his eyes partially closed, a gentle smirk pulling at his features. "But that's my role." He kissed Red's lips again before leaving the room.
Red sighed again, his chest rising and falling. "I know...." he spoke, even though he was quite aware that Purple was gone. He closed his eyes, curling his fingers across his bare chest, savoring the remnants of Purple's sweet carress. "And I hope I make you feel this way."