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June 29th, 2008
07:02 pm - David Wenham and Craig Parker - Connecting
Happens immediately following this.
Craig wants immediate, god does he... but the idea of a room where it's not hurried, heavy breathing is also very appealing - so he tries to re-engage his brain somewhat. He looks up at David through lowered lashes. "Or," is the response he gives, licking his lips.
"I'll get us one. Just a room, not a scene - okay?" /Just me getting to see that beautiful body. Just me touching your flesh and watching to see if it flushes. Just me showing you how good it can be.../ Reaching forward, David squeezed gently on the full shaft before releasing it and planting a soft kiss on Craig’s parted lips. "I'll be a moment."
A deep, needy moan escaped Craig, brain totally short-circuiting. He'd have gladly done whatever David asked in that moment, nodding rather mutely as the other man pulls back to go procure a room, leaning rather heavily against the railing.
It doesn't take David long to get a room, and as promised, not for scening. When he returns to Craig, the redhead is smiling to himself. The look of his soon to be lover (and a dare to hope, boy) draped over the railing is stunning. "You ready?" They are softly spoken, barely above a whisper.
Craig moves away from the railing quickly when David returns, nodding. "Yes," he manages, stepping close to the other man.
"Will you be okay walking by the guys?" Things couldn't even be considered new or fresh, they'd not made it to that stage, and David wanted to make sure that at no time Craig regretted any of this. Placing his hand on the other man's warm cheek, David leaned in and kisses him.
Kissing back eagerly, Craig blinks when the kiss breaks, trying to make his brain re-engage. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"
Licking the parted lips, David sighs and pulls back to answer. "I don't know how your mind works yet and I'm not about to presume anything Craig. I want this... I've wanted you for a while, but it wasn't ever the right time. So now, while it seems the right time, I'm not taking anything for granted."
Craig smiles a bit, touched by the concern and considering the words. "Let's just get somewhere private," he finally says, and not even just because he's so hard he's aching, reaching out, fingers plucking lightly at David's shirt.
Arms hooked, David moves them toward the elevator and their floor. The other may have seen them or not, but it doesn't matter. Once the elevator doors close behind them with a soft ping, the redhead turns to the other man and presses his body to Craig's. "I bet you're beautiful when you come undone... I want to see that, want to watch as your body moves in pleasure, watch your eyes go dark and distant..." A quick soft kiss to Craig's lips and Dave whispers to him, "I want to taste you."
As he is pressed back against the wall of the lift, Craig inhales sharply--acutely aware of the closeness. He groans at David's words, body arching forward to press closer. "Yes," he groans softly, a shiver passing through him--the want a physical tugging inside of him. Hands come up, stroking along the other man's sides, resting on his hips.
When Craig pulls David more firmly against him, the redhead smiles in pleasure. Moving one of his hands behind the other man, Dave caresses a warm, firm cheek, squeezing as the pushes forward with his hips, rubbing across Craig's groin. The slowing car, and subsequent gentle jerk as it stops is enough to make Wenham groan in disappointment. "Come." Stepping out, David waits for Craig.
The command in David's voice, it's something that Craig responds to instinctively--though, it's more than that perhaps, but something to be examined later, when his brain hasn't checked out on a wee holiday. Craig steps forward before he's even though about doing so, moving easily to David's side, licking his lips, eyes gone very dark with arousal.
It's only a few doors down, and David stops once more, his hand extended. The plastic key-card lays in it. The intent is clear, but David leaves nothing to chance or misunderstanding. "You decide. Know this though, whatever your decision, I will still want you. I'll respect your decision, but that doesn't mean I won't still try to woo you." The redhead softened his expression, letting a hint of his desire show.
Craig blushes, actually blushes hard, at those words, dipping his head. He takes the key-card, but doesn't step towards the door just yet. "And even if I go in, will you still try to woo me?" he asks softly. God, he wants this, but he also knows he's not ready...just yet, for how serious it could go. God, he wants, he wants so bad it's an ache...but he's afraid too. The physical isn't the problem, not by a long shot.
"I will. I will touch you with reverence, lay at your feet roses - beautiful and red, but pale compared to your blush." Stepping closer, David soothed his cheek over Craig's, his lips close to the other man's ear. "I will make your dreams come true; holding your body and heart, as the most precious things in my life."
A slow shiver passed through Craig at David's words--both thrilling and terrifying him, as he pressed closer to the other man. Finally, with trembling hands, he reaches for the door--heart hammering in his chest.
"Good boy..." The words slip out before David can stop them and he holds his breath, waiting for Craig's reaction.
The keycard snicks softly into the door and when David calls him boy there's a brief hesitation--the dual feelings that come. Memories, fresh ones, that Craig doesn't want to think about; but also... the little shiver of pleasure. Not just from the innate desire to please, but something else as well, something very specific to David.
David hopes to gentle Craig with a touch to his back as he moves them into the room, the door closing automatically with a soft catch. "Do you want anything to drink? They said the bar is full and included. I'm grabbing a water." Removing his jacket and tossing it in the direction of the chair, Dave sighs and opens the first button on his shirt. "Not a bad room at all, quite nice really." And it is. It's large enough so you don't feel the walls are closing in, yet small enough to be cozy, intimate.
"No, I'm good," Craig responds to the offer of a drink, looking around--though he knew the room would be well appointed to the exact tastes or needs of the ones requesting it. That's Citadel for you. Still, David is right... Turning to the other man, Craig watches him shed the jacket, watches fingers at the button, licking his lips unconsciously.
Catching the movement from the corner of his eye, David stops at the first button. "Would you like to finish this for me?" A slow turn and he's fully facing Craig, arms held parallel to the floor.
"Yes," Craig responds, just barely biting off the 'Sir' that wants to fall from his lips. He does not move yet though, waits for permission to actually do so. After all, the question itself does not equal permission to do so.
A crook of finger beckons Craig closer. "Slow; I'd like to feel your hands on me."
Craig nods, easing closer, finally reaching out as his own fingers go to David's buttons to start slowly unbuttoning them. He lets his fingers brush against the lightly furred chest as it is revealed to him.
"Nice." It takes much restraint from David to stop him from pulling Craig forward, the urge to ravish that mouth, to hear those moans and soft whimpers he is so certain will come from the other man once he is in his passions. "You may play with my chest if it is your want." The only sign from the redhead that Craig's proximity has effect on him is the slightly increased breathing.
Once Craig has the shirt unbuttoned, he takes full advantage of the permission...running his hand along David's chest, leaning in to place a light kiss before letting his tongue dart out to tease against one dusky nipple.
A strong huff of breath escapes David's lips at the first touch of tongue. "Good." Lifting his hand, he rests it on the back of Craig's head, light and easy. "You don't have to stop at my shirt." It's permission, but with a hint of allowance for Craig's preference.
Smiling a bit, Craig swirls his tongue around David's nipple before straightening, pushing the now fully opened shirt off of the other man's shoulders before letting his hands drop to his belt. He looks up at David through lowered lashes, and then slides to his knees.
"Yes." David wants to feel Craig's mouth on him, but at the same time, he's aware of his words from earlier. "Craig, if you don't want to - at least at this time - you don't have to. I'm not requiring anything other than you allow me to bring you relief..." /I get to watch you that way./
Craig's eyes slide to David's face, even as he continues to work on his pants. "I want to," he says, voice husky--mouth watering. God, he wanted to, the desire was a palpable thing.
A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Dave's face, crinkling his eyes as it progresses. "Then by all means..." Sliding his fingers through Craig's hair, he tugs back gently. "But after you take off my clothing, I'd like to watch you strip... then back to your knees." As the words float through the room, David blinks, the blue of his eyes darkening as he really looks at Craig, kneeling before him. "My god... you are beautiful on your knees... so sexy, so perfect..."
Squirming, just a touch, Craig groans softly--considering it's where he's wanted to be since about five minutes into their conversation tonight. Craig isn't sure just how much he's ready for...outside of action and reaction, but David makes him want...and he feels...safe with David. And the simple commanding presence of the man is enough to set him topsy-turvy.
Slowly, Craig strips David fully out of is clothing, mouth watering when the man's cock is finally reveled to him, leaning forward to place a kiss upon the tip before easing to his feet again and starting a slow, teasing removal of his own clothing, wanting to please.
To David's mind, Craig is aware of his appeal, not arrogant about them, just comfortable. It's that assurance, that self-awareness that lends seduction to the brunettes moves. Licking his lips, Dave drinks in the golden skin, the ripple of muscle as arms flex and move. Finally, Craig is naked... "Stop."
Craig had just been about to slide to his knees again when David utters that one word. He freezes instantly in place, a slow shiver passing through him, hoping he hadn't already displeased David.
"Stand still." If his eyes could taste, he'd have devoured Craig's body.
"Yes Sir," it's a breathy whispers, and Craig hopes he hasn't over stepped as he obeys, remaining standing, though his hands move behind his back, wrists grasped loosely and legs slightly apart--inviting David to do as he pleases, shivering under the intense gaze. He knows David said this wouldn't be a scene, but he can't help the way he reacts to the other man, especially not to the command in his voice.
"Good." David moves around Craig, not touching, simply taking in the creamy golden hue of his skin. Stepping behind the still man, Dave stops when his body brushes Craig's, chewing his cheek to keep the pleasure sound behind his lips. "Do you know how enticing you are right now?" Tipping his hips forward, his cock filling the open palm created by the brunette’s stance. Pulling back, David moves to stand in front of Craig once more. "Too tempting... continue please."
Craig makes a soft little sound, tensing with the effort to hold still when he feels David's cock in his palm. "Thank you Sir," he murmurs quietly, finally being allowed to sink to his knees before David, putting the man's beautiful cock inches from eager lips. He reaches out tentatively, fingers wrapping around the hard flesh, tongue darting out to swipe across the head, to dip into the slit--a low moan escaping, as he tastes David for the first time, inhaling his scent. He wants the man's cock to fill his mouth, to use him--amazing how the careful, protective actions of the man stirred the fires even harder in Craig for a bit of a rough touch. Not because the gentleness wasn't preferred, but because of the safety there was in it.
The initial touch of moist heat causes David to place his own hands behind his back, gripping them tightly and stopping him from gripping the dark head and thrusting forward. Between Craig's mouth and his confident hold, the redhead lifts his eyes toward the ceiling, knowing that were he to look at that moment, he'd crumble as if it were his first time ever. "Show me what you can do... later we can talk about limits and wants." Maybe it isn't the most perfect line for David to have said, but it helps to remind him of his promise. "Craig... however you want... this is for you, your way."
Oh, what Craig really wants he does not put voice to, at least not yet. Instead, he lowers his head, taking just the head of David's cock fully into his mouth, tongue swirling as he hums, lashes lowered. His fingers stroke lightly at the base of David's cock, a shiver of desire passing through him.
"Sweet." Thickly swallowing before David can continue, he breaths deeply then nods. "I like this." /You have no idea how much I like this.../ The sweat begins to bead on David's upper lip, cooling instantly in the air before it gives into gravity and slides down to his chin. "Yes..."
The praise makes Craig shiver and he moans around the flesh in his mouth, taking David deeper--until the man's cock bumps against the back of his throat. He wants to please; it's as much an aching need as his arousal.
"Stop, oh god... stop!" Dave gives in and grips Craig's hair, stilling his head. "Wait..." The humming was one thing, but to be so deep inside this man's mouth, his moaning around the rigid flesh and David is practically on the edge. "Good... so very good." Deep breaths, hissing release and eyes squeezed shut tight, and the redhead shudders as he gains control once more. "Very good... more now."
Craig freezes when David says stop, afraid for a moment he has done something wrong, then realizing with a slow warmth that it's the opposite, he had done something very right. The tight grip upon his hair makes him shudder and moan. When he is given permission to proceed, he pulls back as much as the guiding hands will let him, tongue swirling--the faintest, pleasurable scrape of teeth, still humming lightly. His hand slips lower to play with David's balls as his mouth attends to his cock.
"Do that again." David waits a breath, his body cold and hot with pleasure as Craig teases his throbbing erection. Locking his knees, he tries to ready himself for the heated pinpricks that dance along his nerve endings. His hand loosens, becomes gentle, tender as long fingers stroke through silky strands of hair.
Obeying, Craig redoubles his efforts as David indicates to him both verbally and non-verbally what he likes, concentrating fully on the other man's pleasure; wanting to send him over that edge--at the moment his own pleasure derived from David's and the sounds he was making, the words falling from his lips, the fingers in his hair.
"Definitely worth being pro.. fuck yeah... proud of." Head dropping David opens his eyes and stares down, watching as his flesh, glistening with pre-come and saliva from Craig's mouth, slides in and out. "Look at me baby, show me those beautiful blues." Dave's close, and desperate, but he wants those eyes on him, staring up as he crests.
Upon hearing the words, Craig's eyes open, drifting up to meet David's--desire written plainly there as he takes the man deep again, moaning as the head bumps the back of his throat, tightening around the cock filling his mouth.
"Do you know how you look on your knees... with my cock in your mouth?" David is fighting for his control, but damn if Craig isn't making it hard for him. "So sweet..." The roaring in his ears is growing, his blood searing as it courses through his body and David is there, desperate and needy, wanting to fill that heavenly mouth. "Make me come... see you swallow me..." Words and sentences are jumbled, hard to finish as his brain clouds, overloads with the need to mark Craig as his... at least for this moment.
The elegant control is part of what has spoken to Craig, but conversely seeing the man so out of it with pleasure that he cannot even form sentences makes Craig shiver hard. He pulls nearly all the way back to a teasing tongue flick before suddenly taking David deep again, moaning deeply, throat tight around the cock in his mouth, fingers squeezing the other man's balls lightly--wanting to taste him badly.
Strong breaths were pushed from David's lungs as he tried to hold back, wanting to see what Craig would do, how he would try to follow the redhead's 'request'. "That's it b..." Biting his tongue, David moaned as the suction and heat increased, almost causing him to slip and call Craig 'boy' - something he wasn't entitled to. Yet.
Craig shivers at the almost slip, free hand moving to stroke down David's thigh, nails dragging faintly as he continues to watch the other man's face as he had been instructed to do--jaw starting to ache deliciously as he opened his throat and let David slip just that much deeper into his eager mouth.
Eyes locked with Craig's, David grips his hair tight, using that control to stop from thrusting further into the other man's mouth. That's all it takes, that bit more and the redhead grunts low, teeth clamped tight as his body releases, come escaping in jetting streams. He's unable to articulate but his eyes challenge Craig to swallow, and swallow until David is drained.
The challenge is unnecessary, but accepted nonetheless as Craig swallows quickly--David's cock buried deep in his throat, threatening to gag him, but Craig forces down the reflex. He moans around the flesh in his mouth, a bit of David's seed trickling from the corner of his mouth, painting a lewd, wanton picture.
"Fuck... can't call you per... perfect, but you're damn close." The voice is low, nearly guttural as David finishes, his body shuddering through the last. Tipping his hips back, he gently pulls his softening, but still throbbing shaft from Craig's mouth, leaving the rounded head resting against the kneeling man's bottom lip. "Lick me, just your tongue." David has deliberately not mentioned the hand on his balls, wanting to see what 'liberties' Craig would take, and he's not displeased in the least. Though David knows Craig has been someone else's boy, he also realizes that no two ~Doms~ are the same and there are many things they'll have to work through. If Craig wants him.
Craig lets his fingers whisper across David's balls now, a gentle; barely there touch now that the other man has came. He eagerly laps out with his tongue, swiping across the glistening head of David's cock, teasing at the slit, but he does not attempt to draw the head back into his hungry mouth. At the moment, he's desperate to please, his own throbbing cock ignored.
"Slowly," Relaxing his hand, David tugs at the strands, playful and not enough to move Craig's head. "That was good." Wiping the small droplet of come from the other man's chin, he offers his thumb for Craig to clean. "What do you want for your own pleasure?"
Lapping eagerly at David's thumb, Craig nips lightly, a light shiver passing through him--his eyes still on the other man's face, and when he responds it's an honest, almost instinctive, response. "Whatever you want," he murmurs; tongue darting out to swipe across his lips again and catching David's thumb in the process.
"Not a complete submissive then... good." Pulling his spent shaft from Craig's lips, David nods. "I don't like it when the boy has no spirit. That doesn't mean I want rebellion, but a bit of spice is always good." For a few moments longer, David enjoys how Craig's hand continues to manipulate his sac, standing still as the small darts of pleasure tickle him. "I think I'd like you on the bed, on your back. Now." Again, his voice deepened, husky, dark... in control.
A little tendril of pleasure spikes through Craig at the change in tone. "Yes Sir," he whispers, rising easily and climbing onto the bed, movements slow but sure. He slides onto his back, spreading his legs, pulling his knees up, feet flat on the bed, body on display for David, cock achingly hard.
It's a slow walk David uses, showing his control and mastery of the situation, movements precise, deliberate. Stopping at the foot of the bed, his blue eyes take in the sight before him. Craig, legs open, cock and balls exhibited, the light casting smokey gray shadows over the pale golden flesh. A dark crease, hinting, teasing hides the lower opening to this man's body. "Touch yourself."
Licking his lips and then biting his lips, Craig complies, hands sliding slowly down his body, nails dragging lightly, until he can finally brush fingertips against his aching cock. He moans softly, hips lifting as he strokes himself.
"Such a pretty bo... body." David watches for a few moments, watching as the other man's body flushes. "Don't come. Tease, yes..." Moving closer, he places one knee on the bed by Craig's shoulder. "What's the longest you've held off from coming Craig?"
David's nearness, the scent of him, is almost as distracting as the hand on his cock and Craig groans softly. "By choice or...order?" he responds, voice husky, licking his lips as he watches the other man, the movement of his hand slow, but steady as his body quivered with the control to hold back, since at the moment he did not have the benefit of a cockring.
"Both." Placing his hand on Craig's chest, David runs his thumb over a dusky nipple, watching for his response. "Don't come yet though... when my hand is on your cock, then I'll let you."
Groaning deeply, Craig shudders, arching up into the hand. "Yes Sir," he gasps, trying to focus on his breathing, on what he's doing...on holding back. "By ...order, several days but not with...constant stimulation where I was always..hard..." he flushes. "Many hours when I was...longest with a cockring. By choice...sometimes..." he moans again as David's hands tease. "I like to get to that edge and then...stop, the rush of it..."
"And you must be beautiful when that happens... but for tonight, I don't think we'll have that." Sliding his hand lower, David gently pokes his finger into the tiny well that forms Craig's belly button, wiggling it for a moment. "Would you like my hand on you? Or, if given the choice, something else?"
Squirming a bit, Craig tries to keep still as he's lightly tickled, moaning softly at the words. "I want you in me," he manages, voice thick with his arousal.
Completely kneeling on the bed, David straddles Craig's head. "You'll have to make me hard again."
Craig has absolutely no problem with that, lifting his head just slightly as David's cock near his lips. He lifts the hand not on his own cock to wrap around the base, tongue darting out before drawing the head into his mouth.
It's a bit awkward kneeling on an unsteady surface, so David places his hand on the wall above the bed, his eyes never leaving Craig's face. The look could be described as near rapture, the blue of Craig's eyes darkening, practically being swallowed by the dilation of pupil. "Little more boy, you're doing fine."
Lifting his head a bit, Craig lets David slide a bit more deeply into his mouth, moaning softly at the use of the word boy, at the praise that goes with it, hips canting lightly off the bed. His world narrows to the cock in his mouth and pleasing David.
"Very good." Breathing through his mouth, David smiles with his head tipped back. Craig is doing better... more than he'd ever even anticipated. "Little more and I'll be ready... are you sure you still want me in you?"
Craig makes a plaintive little sound in response to the question, as if to say 'how can you even ask me that?' as he takes David more deeply into his mouth.
With his cock in Craig's mouth, David arches back and begins to slide his hand between the other man's thighs, seeking his entrance. "You prepped?"
Pressing against the questing hand, Craig groans deeply, a shiver of pleasure passing through him--he isn't prepped, as this really hadn't been his goal when coming out tonight, though he's certainly not regretting it, not by a long shot. He pulls back from David's cock briefly, murmuring one word. "No," before sinking down on his shaft again.
"Okay, guess I'll do that then." Leaning forward again, David pulls open the drawer in the small table next to the bed; as expected, there are condoms and lube. Grabbing what he'll need, David sits up, his cock slipping deeper as he places them on the tabletop. "You'll need to stop for a minute."
Craig moans deeply as David's cock bumps against the back of his throat, then with regret he lets the man's cock slip from between hungry lips as he spreads his legs. "Don't need much," he rasps. "Want you in me."
Turning so he faces the end of the bed, David repositions himself over Craig's face, "Suck me while I do this."
Licking his lips, Craig's voice is a breathy whisper when he replies, "Yes Sir." He eagerly takes the turgid flesh into his mouth once again, tongue swirling, teasing, before taking him deep. Eyes close in pleasure; legs spread lewdly, his own cock a hard curve against his groin.
With a devilish glint in his eye, David licks a long swipe on Craig's cock before opening the bottle of lube. Squeezing a small amount of the slippery substance on the tip of his finger, David smears it around the other man's pucker, pushing in just slightly to test the resistance. "You're tight."
Another moan around the flesh in his mouth, vibrating against David's cock as the man's finger teases against his opening, causing him to squirm, legs falling more widely apart in invitation.
More lube and David pushes inside Craig, stopping when his finger completely disappears. Concentrating on his task, David soon has another finger and then the third, widening Craig to his satisfaction. Dave isn't oblivious to what the other man is doing, but he's learned over the years how to control himself. "Think you're ready for me?" Husky and deep, the redhead pumps his fingers in and out a few more times, enjoying the clenching heat and anticipating the feel of it around his dick. "Stop sucking. Answer me now; how flexible are you?"
Moaning loudly, Craig writhes on the questing fingers, letting himself just...sink under and feel, letting David lead and do as he pleases, a hard shudder of pleasure passing through him. It takes the question a moment to penetrate and Craig moans, tongue darting out to lick dry lips. "Pretty damn," he responds, back arching.
"Good, pull your knees to your chest or higher." David pulled his fingers from Craig, smiling to himself as he views his work.
Licking his lips again, Craig complies, shifting as he pulls his legs up to his chest, spreading himself wide for David--groaning at the delicious pull of muscles.
"You are such a pretty slu... sight like that Craig." Positioning himself near Craig's ass, David strokes his hand over his crack, feeling the silk and heat of the other man. As David pushes his thumb in, his fingers press down on the brunette's balls, barely touching them. "How do you like things? Hard or... your choice this time angel-boy."
Craig groans deeply when David's thumb presses into him, igniting the fire inside of him further. "Hard," he gasps, wanting to feel David just take total control and pound into him, hoping there will be another time for them to explore something...slower.
David grips his cock, and then stokes the saliva-slick head over Craig's pucker after removing his thumb. "Hard? Okay." Looking toward the bedside stand, Dave nods in that direction. "Need the condom."
Craig manages to reach and grapple enough to get the condom for David, holding it out to him with shaking fingers, nearly panting with desire and anticipation.
In some cases, a little tease went a long way; in others it was a deterrent. "B... Craig, put it on me, please." Despite the politeness of the last words, David wasn't asking; he was using his voice, low, controlled, and on the edge of aloof.
Groaning softly, licking his lips, Craig obeys--quickly, but carefully, fingers only trembling the faintest amount as he slicks the condom onto the other man.
"Good, not quite how I like it done, but for a first time and considering I haven't told you how to do it... you did well." Craig had done more than well, the light touches, teasing, barely there and other times a gratifying pressure.
Arranging himself once more, David stares at the display; Craig legs bent, his body nearly doubled on itself, and his body open to full viewing. "Lovely." Cock in hand; David tickles the head over the other man's opening, pushing in just slightly only to retreat. "You did say hard, correct?"
Craig moans wantonly, trying to push against the teasing contact but also trying to force himself to let David lead. He almost whimpers in response to the question. "Yes! Please!"
"You do that well." Placing his hands on the back of Craig's thighs, David pushed, stopping when the tip of his covered cock pierced the other man's lower body. "Do you know how you look right now?" With a quick shove, Dave pushed the rest of the way in, nearly slamming into Craig with enough force to make the bed shake. "Tell me how you look." Breathing through his nose, the redhead focused on his lover's expression, watchful, careful.
Craig arches hard up off the bed when David slams into him so roughly, vision exploding as sparks run through his body. He cries out, whimpering in pleasure, hands scrabbling with the sheets. A soft almost whine escapes when he is asked to be any kind of coherent and speak, chest heaving as he gasps for breath, hips rolling...needing more. "W-wanton," he stammers. "Oh god..."
"Yes, you are that..." Stopping his forward thrust, Dave slid his hands down Craig's thighs, stopping when they met the juncture of his groin. Running his thumbs along the base of Craig's cock, Dave pressed in then released. Thrusting forward once, twice and a third time, he changed angle every time, seeking the small rubbery nodule of pleasure. "You are also beautiful... so pure in your pleasure... so luscious."
Moaning loudly, Craig writhed as David teased and pleased him…back arching when the man finally thrust forward hard, sending waves of pleasure through his body, alighting his senses on fire anew. “Yes, please!” he exclaims, not even certain of what he is saying, just knowing he wants David to keep doing what he’s doing.
Keeping the pace steady, hard and heavy thrusts, David watches the contortions of Craig's face, each expression, each play of emotion and pleasure is mapped there. "Are you this beautiful when you let go? I wonder..."
Perhaps if he were still in his right mind, Craig would blush...be embarrassed by the praise, by the words--but he's lost himself to the feel of it now, gladly given himself over and the flush blooming along his flesh has nothing to do with embarrassment.
Pushing Craig's legs up just that touch more, David quickens his pace, sliding in and out, keeping the show of pleasure from his face for the moment. "Squeeze me... show me how tight you can get." He's sweating, he can feel the tiny fingers tickling down his back and over his ass, but it is a distraction he won't allow. Now he concentrates on Craig, on watching how the other man responds to his requests.
Whimpering, moaning, Craig arches up hard, body clenching around the cock driving deep inside of his body as he fights for control...to not go flying over that edge without permission. "Oh god...Sir..." the words are out, on instinct, no conscious thought as he lets the feelings wash over him.
"So incredible... beautiful." David continues to slide into Craig, aiming for his prostate with every thrust, his own pleasure finally showing. "Show me. Let go Craig... give me your climax, I..." Biting his lip, David breaths through his nose, holding off his own peak. "I want to see it." A sharp, hard slam and the redhead grinds out his next words; for all their intent, an order. "Come for me boy."
Oh, that last thrust would have done it and Craig is infinitely grateful for the permission as he shouts, body convulsing, clenching around the other man as he starts to come. A hard shudder of intense pleasure passes through him as his cock pulses, chest heaving as he gasps for breath. "Thank you, thank you, Sir..." he mumbles almost incoherently.
He is beautiful in his release, David thinks, watching as Craig's body convulses, as his face contorts in the throes of passion. "Very good." Centering his own concentration on pleasure, the redhead continued for a few more moments, pushing into Craig's yielding body, the clenching and spasming adding perfect friction. One more thrust, and he's tumbling over the edge, his cock pulsating as his body empties. "OH fuck yes!" The yell is the only true sign of David's level of lust, one he'll allow himself for the moment. "Good boy."
Riding out the waves of his own orgasm, groaning as David slams deeply into him—it’s perfect and everything that Craig needs at the moment. He shivers in pleasure, as ripples of sensation pass through him, in no way capable of coherent thought at the moment, much less stringing together intelligible sentences.
His eyes are half open, but David manages to watch as Craig's orgasm closes over him, taking him over. His own is nearly done, at least the powerful first cascade, only the smaller waves are left and as they travel through his body, David slams his hand onto the wall above Craig's head, bent, and heavy breathed. It's only moments more, but the redhead can swallow, his mouth dry and needy as only moments before his body was. Licking his lips, he stares into Craig's face, taking in each dance of muscle, watching as fingers move, legs quiver. "Fuck... if you're this good, and it not a proper scene, you must be magnificent when in one."
Craig actually blushes a bit, despite still being half out of his head—or very deep into it, perhaps more accurately. He huffs out a quiet breath, chest still heaving, fingers trailing over David’s arm. He shifts, groaning softly, licking dry lips.
Leaning down, David brushes a soft kiss against the parched flesh. "One minute, I'll take care of you." Carefully beginning to pull out, David massages the back of Craig's legs, working the muscles so the relax as he lowers them. It takes a few minutes, but by the time David is done, the other man is lying flat on the bed, his limbs gently positioned by his torso. Taking care of the condom, Dave slides from the bed, tosses in the direction of the waste bin, and moves to the bathroom. Several cloths are wet; one with mild soap, and the other with hot water, knowing it'll cool enough to be comfortable when it's needed. On his way back to the bed, he pulls two bottles of water from the courtesy refrigerator.
Carefully wiping between Craig's legs, then across his belly, David is a study in concentration as he tends the other man's needs. Once all traces are gone, he then dries the tender flesh, patting between the cheeks. "Do you need powder?" One hand is placed behind the brunette’s head and shoulder, lifting him from the mattress as a bottle of cool water tips toward his mouth. "Here, drink."
It has been a good long while since anyone took that much care with Craig, and it damn near has him purring by the time David is speaking to him, expecting answers. He’s aching in the most delicious of ways, lips parting to drink of the water as it’s offered, eyes blinking to focus a bit on what the other man is saying. He smiles. “Hmm…no, I think I’m good…perfect actually,” he assures him, licking his lips once he’s finished drinking. “God…you’re…” he doesn’t even have words.
Placing the partially empty bottle of water on the nightstand, David soothes his fingers across Craig's forehead and temple. "Shhh, just relax." Rearranging himself so he's lying next to the other man, Dave tugs the covers over them; his arms going around Craig's waist. A soft kiss to the recently stroked temple, and the redhead smiles. "You're... yeah, all that and more. Do you want to sleep?" Gone is the dominant Dave... for now.
Craig turns slightly into the embrace as David stretches out next to him. “Yeah, just for a bit, if you don’t mind,” he responds, kissing the other man’s chest. The question, to Craig, seemed to indicate that David would be staying, and he certainly hopes so.
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