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(Not) Elijah Wood (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wee_elijah) wrote,@ 2009-06-28 11:37:00 |
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Cam Gigandet and Elijah Wood - After the ceremony
Cam's strangely quiet as Elijah finally lets them into their own room, moving directly to the center and kneeling there. It's probably the most natural kneel he's ever experienced, he knows that somewhere in the back of his head. But then, he's never been this deep under Elijah's influence before.
Cam hadn't been sure he'd feel it when he'd been led to Elijah. He'd actually had a bit of a struggle, going to his knees in front of the people who had gathered. Friends and strangers alike watching him submit had been a new experience.
The minute the leather of the collar had closed around his neck, Cam had stopped worrying. A slam gut punch of devotion had dropped him like a stone in a cool, calm pond of domination named Elijah.
Moving to Cam, Elijah reaches out and brushes his fingers through the short blond hair. He rubs his thumb over the curve of Cam's ear and down to his jaw, fingering the strong bone, sliding under, tips pressing lightly, feeling the steady thump thump of Cam's heart.
It mirrors Elijah’s own, calmer now than when he had first seen Cam moving toward him during the ceremony. He had watched this beautiful, strong, smart man takes the steps that would bring him to Elijah, that would let himself be given to Elijah and he had felt so humbled he wanted to cry. His fingers move further down to the collar, slipping under to rub before he leans down and kisses Cam's forehead.
“My Cam,” he says and smiles, looking into his eyes. “You belong to me.” The words are as true as any he has ever spoken. “Stand up.”
Elijah smiles. "I want to see you naked. Now."
"Yes, sir," Cam answers softly, smiling a bit. Rising to his feet, he quickly skims out of his jeans. Shaking them out and folding them over once, he tosses them onto a nearby table.
"Much better," Elijah says, moving close, fingers going to curl into the collar again. He tugs slightly, pulling Cam down so that he can kiss him, sucking at his lip and licking into his mouth.
That purr? That's coming from Cam, and if he was more aware of himself instead of every fiber of his being centered on Elijah, he might be surprised. As it is, he just reacts. Kisses Elijah back, the fingers tangled under his collar burning against his skin.
Pushing closer, Elijah holds Cam, the kiss turning hard and demanding, teeth and tongue taking as he fights with the feeling of wanting to bite Cam until he bleeds. Suddenly the vision of it is too much and he growls, pulling back. "On the bed on your back."
Shivering, his belly dipping in anticipation, Cam turns and heads for the bed, lying down and spreading out, nothing hidden.
"Jesus you're fucking gorgeous," Elijah says, gaze raking up and down the incredible body. He licks his lips and leans over, inhaling the scent of Cam's cock, burying his nose in the curls before kissing a spot on his thigh. Licking first and then kissing again, Elijah makes a soft yummy noise before biting down hard on the tender warm skin.
The pain is sharp and bright...and unexpected. Cam cries out in shock, arching off the bed, the deep aching hurt rocketing through him.
The sounds from Cam make Elijah's cock throb in his trousers. He laps at the mark, moving a few inches and biting again.
A little more expected this time. Not that it makes the pain hurt any less. Cam can feel it all. The sharp drag, the dull compression, the snap! As Elijah's teeth break the surface of his skin. The cry comes again, and he moans restlessly afterward, his head tossing against the pillow, hands fisted at his sides.
Moving up to Cam's chest Elijah licks across the ridge of muscle to a nipple. He sucks at it, worrying it lightly with his teeth before pulling back. There is a dime-sized scar next to it and Elijah smiles, touching it. "The first time we met. Remember?"
Cam glances down at the burn and nods. "You burned me. Nobody had ever been willing to do that before." If Cam's words are a little slurred, it just means he's gone, gone, gone.
"Nobody had ever let me," Elijah says softly, running his finger over the scar and then leaning to bite next to it, clamping down hard, wanting to let Cam's body serve as an album of their life together.
Fuck! that hurts! The sharp bite has him fighting to stay under, but the moment it mellows to a warm, solid ache, he plummets down, further than he was before. Licking at lips dry from panting, he moans, the sound reaching his ears as if he's drowning in cold honey.
Elijah is shaking as he stands back and fumbles with the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off and then managing to get his trousers undone and off, cock standing out proudly.
Climbing onto the bed Elijah straddles Cam, sitting on his stomach as he rubs his hands over the firm chest. He crawls forward knees going to Cam’s underarms. Reaching Elijah holds onto the headboard, leaning up so that his cock slides across Cam's lips. "Open."
Cam opens. There's no other choice. Right now, Elijah could feed him a kitten and he'd eat it. Right now, Elijah could do damn near anything at all to Cam, make Cam do anything at all to him, and Cam would go willingly.
Groaning, Elijah pumps his hips, feeling the head of his dick slide across sharp teeth and over the slick roof of Cam's mouth, the cushion of wet tongue. He thrusts, feeling Cam's throat before pulling back. "Fuck."
Cam moans as Elijah pulls back, the taste of salt light on his tongue. He surges up, just a bit, before remembering himself. Dropping his head back down, he tightens his lips and waits for Elijah.
The feel of Cam's mouth makes Elijah tighten his hands on the headboard, shoving forward again. He balances on hand and knees, thrusting, not wanting to come, just wanting to feel this, feel Cam under him like this.
Cam's able to control the cough, choke and gag only so much, his eyes tearing quickly, but it's emotion as much as physical effort. Good emotion as he's taken, used, made an instrument of Elijah's pleasure, and there's nothing more he can ask.
Elijah finally forces himself to stop, to pull back. He knee walks down Cam before laying on him, kissing him and biting his lip. "Three days, shit man, three days without being inside of you." He kisses Cam's chin and then looks at him with a smile. "Spread your legs."
Cam shudders, spreading his legs slowly, as wide as he can, opening to him. "Yes, God yes please."
Opening the nightstand drawer, Elijah pulls out lube and then sits back on his heels. He slicks his cock and fingers, watching Cam with a hungry gaze. He slides his hand under Cam's balls, fingering him, rubbing and twisting a finger into the man. "M'glad I didn't have you prep before hand," he said. "I love doing this, finger fucking you."
Vulnerable. Invaded. Vulnerable. In the most amazing ways. The push, the drag inside of Elijah's finger has goosebumps rising on his skin, his heart pounding, his cock hard and leaking. "I lo...love it, too."
"I want a picture of you like this. Open for me, wanting me," Elijah says, swallowing. "Fuck," he mutters, pulling his fingers from Cam's body. He grabs Cam's leg and pushes it up and out, shuffling forward slightly until his dick is pressed against Cam's hole. He pauses, looking at Cam. "You belong to me. Forever. Okay?"
Cam nods, frantically. "Forever. Always. Yes!"
"Yes," Elijah agrees, pushing in slowly. He remembers the first time he fucked Cam, he remembers every time. Slowly he pushes in, thrusting deep in, pull out, deep in, and out. His breath catches and he stills, sheathed full in Cam. He looks down at him and then smiles wide. "Fuck yeah forever." He pulls out and then begins to slam into Cam, toes digging into the mattress as he moves.
It's too good. The whole afternoon, the whole evening has been too good, and yet Cam wants more, wants this, wants Elijah to pound into him until he can't take it anymore. And then he wants to take more, and more, until Elijah has had enough. Has had all of him. He whimpers, he keens, he moves with him when he can and lies there, takes it, when he can't.
Elijah lays his hands on Cam's chest; curling the fingers under and digging his chewed blunt nails into the warm sweat damp skin as he rode the man. He hangs his head, pumping his hips until his breath is harsh ands hot in his lungs and his balls are tight and aching. "Fuck fuck!" He drags one of the hands down Cam’s body, mercilessly grabbing his cock and jerking it as his movements become almost uncontrolled thrashing. "Fuck! Come!" He yells, his own orgasm whipsawing through him.
Cam doesn't even have time to breathe between the pain and the pleasure and the order and right take his breath away. He explodes over Elijah's hand, shouting, damn near screaming; Elijah's name spilling over his lips.
Finally Elijah slows, heart hammering in his chest. He sucks in breath, letting his muscles relax. Pulling his hand from Cam's cock he lifts it up, licking come from it and then he holds it to Cam, smiling. "Here, taste."
Darting his tongue out, Cam sighs softly as the salty taste bursts over his tongue. He keeps lapping, cleaning Elijah's hand, his thoughts still wholly focused on his partner. His dominant.
Communion. The word whispers over Elijah's mind as he lowers himself, grunting slightly as he shifts to get comfortable, moving so he doesn't leave the warmth of Cam's body yet. "Cammo," he says in an intimate voice. "Thank you for today."
Cam smiles, expression a little dreamy as he nuzzles against the nearest part of Elijah. "You," he murmurs. "Thank you."
Elijah laughs softly, kissing Cam. "I love my life."
Cam laughs, though it's a bit distant and a little throaty. He's still floating. Lifting up, he brushes Elijah's lips and nods. "I love our lives, too."
Cam's strangely quiet as Elijah finally lets them into their own room, moving directly to the center and kneeling there. It's probably the most natural kneel he's ever experienced, he knows that somewhere in the back of his head. But then, he's never been this deep under Elijah's influence before.
Cam hadn't been sure he'd feel it when he'd been led to Elijah. He'd actually had a bit of a struggle, going to his knees in front of the people who had gathered. Friends and strangers alike watching him submit had been a new experience.
The minute the leather of the collar had closed around his neck, Cam had stopped worrying. A slam gut punch of devotion had dropped him like a stone in a cool, calm pond of domination named Elijah.
Moving to Cam, Elijah reaches out and brushes his fingers through the short blond hair. He rubs his thumb over the curve of Cam's ear and down to his jaw, fingering the strong bone, sliding under, tips pressing lightly, feeling the steady thump thump of Cam's heart.
It mirrors Elijah’s own, calmer now than when he had first seen Cam moving toward him during the ceremony. He had watched this beautiful, strong, smart man takes the steps that would bring him to Elijah, that would let himself be given to Elijah and he had felt so humbled he wanted to cry. His fingers move further down to the collar, slipping under to rub before he leans down and kisses Cam's forehead.
“My Cam,” he says and smiles, looking into his eyes. “You belong to me.” The words are as true as any he has ever spoken. “Stand up.”
Elijah smiles. "I want to see you naked. Now."
"Yes, sir," Cam answers softly, smiling a bit. Rising to his feet, he quickly skims out of his jeans. Shaking them out and folding them over once, he tosses them onto a nearby table.
"Much better," Elijah says, moving close, fingers going to curl into the collar again. He tugs slightly, pulling Cam down so that he can kiss him, sucking at his lip and licking into his mouth.
That purr? That's coming from Cam, and if he was more aware of himself instead of every fiber of his being centered on Elijah, he might be surprised. As it is, he just reacts. Kisses Elijah back, the fingers tangled under his collar burning against his skin.
Pushing closer, Elijah holds Cam, the kiss turning hard and demanding, teeth and tongue taking as he fights with the feeling of wanting to bite Cam until he bleeds. Suddenly the vision of it is too much and he growls, pulling back. "On the bed on your back."
Shivering, his belly dipping in anticipation, Cam turns and heads for the bed, lying down and spreading out, nothing hidden.
"Jesus you're fucking gorgeous," Elijah says, gaze raking up and down the incredible body. He licks his lips and leans over, inhaling the scent of Cam's cock, burying his nose in the curls before kissing a spot on his thigh. Licking first and then kissing again, Elijah makes a soft yummy noise before biting down hard on the tender warm skin.
The pain is sharp and bright...and unexpected. Cam cries out in shock, arching off the bed, the deep aching hurt rocketing through him.
The sounds from Cam make Elijah's cock throb in his trousers. He laps at the mark, moving a few inches and biting again.
A little more expected this time. Not that it makes the pain hurt any less. Cam can feel it all. The sharp drag, the dull compression, the snap! As Elijah's teeth break the surface of his skin. The cry comes again, and he moans restlessly afterward, his head tossing against the pillow, hands fisted at his sides.
Moving up to Cam's chest Elijah licks across the ridge of muscle to a nipple. He sucks at it, worrying it lightly with his teeth before pulling back. There is a dime-sized scar next to it and Elijah smiles, touching it. "The first time we met. Remember?"
Cam glances down at the burn and nods. "You burned me. Nobody had ever been willing to do that before." If Cam's words are a little slurred, it just means he's gone, gone, gone.
"Nobody had ever let me," Elijah says softly, running his finger over the scar and then leaning to bite next to it, clamping down hard, wanting to let Cam's body serve as an album of their life together.
Fuck! that hurts! The sharp bite has him fighting to stay under, but the moment it mellows to a warm, solid ache, he plummets down, further than he was before. Licking at lips dry from panting, he moans, the sound reaching his ears as if he's drowning in cold honey.
Elijah is shaking as he stands back and fumbles with the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off and then managing to get his trousers undone and off, cock standing out proudly.
Climbing onto the bed Elijah straddles Cam, sitting on his stomach as he rubs his hands over the firm chest. He crawls forward knees going to Cam’s underarms. Reaching Elijah holds onto the headboard, leaning up so that his cock slides across Cam's lips. "Open."
Cam opens. There's no other choice. Right now, Elijah could feed him a kitten and he'd eat it. Right now, Elijah could do damn near anything at all to Cam, make Cam do anything at all to him, and Cam would go willingly.
Groaning, Elijah pumps his hips, feeling the head of his dick slide across sharp teeth and over the slick roof of Cam's mouth, the cushion of wet tongue. He thrusts, feeling Cam's throat before pulling back. "Fuck."
Cam moans as Elijah pulls back, the taste of salt light on his tongue. He surges up, just a bit, before remembering himself. Dropping his head back down, he tightens his lips and waits for Elijah.
The feel of Cam's mouth makes Elijah tighten his hands on the headboard, shoving forward again. He balances on hand and knees, thrusting, not wanting to come, just wanting to feel this, feel Cam under him like this.
Cam's able to control the cough, choke and gag only so much, his eyes tearing quickly, but it's emotion as much as physical effort. Good emotion as he's taken, used, made an instrument of Elijah's pleasure, and there's nothing more he can ask.
Elijah finally forces himself to stop, to pull back. He knee walks down Cam before laying on him, kissing him and biting his lip. "Three days, shit man, three days without being inside of you." He kisses Cam's chin and then looks at him with a smile. "Spread your legs."
Cam shudders, spreading his legs slowly, as wide as he can, opening to him. "Yes, God yes please."
Opening the nightstand drawer, Elijah pulls out lube and then sits back on his heels. He slicks his cock and fingers, watching Cam with a hungry gaze. He slides his hand under Cam's balls, fingering him, rubbing and twisting a finger into the man. "M'glad I didn't have you prep before hand," he said. "I love doing this, finger fucking you."
Vulnerable. Invaded. Vulnerable. In the most amazing ways. The push, the drag inside of Elijah's finger has goosebumps rising on his skin, his heart pounding, his cock hard and leaking. "I lo...love it, too."
"I want a picture of you like this. Open for me, wanting me," Elijah says, swallowing. "Fuck," he mutters, pulling his fingers from Cam's body. He grabs Cam's leg and pushes it up and out, shuffling forward slightly until his dick is pressed against Cam's hole. He pauses, looking at Cam. "You belong to me. Forever. Okay?"
Cam nods, frantically. "Forever. Always. Yes!"
"Yes," Elijah agrees, pushing in slowly. He remembers the first time he fucked Cam, he remembers every time. Slowly he pushes in, thrusting deep in, pull out, deep in, and out. His breath catches and he stills, sheathed full in Cam. He looks down at him and then smiles wide. "Fuck yeah forever." He pulls out and then begins to slam into Cam, toes digging into the mattress as he moves.
It's too good. The whole afternoon, the whole evening has been too good, and yet Cam wants more, wants this, wants Elijah to pound into him until he can't take it anymore. And then he wants to take more, and more, until Elijah has had enough. Has had all of him. He whimpers, he keens, he moves with him when he can and lies there, takes it, when he can't.
Elijah lays his hands on Cam's chest; curling the fingers under and digging his chewed blunt nails into the warm sweat damp skin as he rode the man. He hangs his head, pumping his hips until his breath is harsh ands hot in his lungs and his balls are tight and aching. "Fuck fuck!" He drags one of the hands down Cam’s body, mercilessly grabbing his cock and jerking it as his movements become almost uncontrolled thrashing. "Fuck! Come!" He yells, his own orgasm whipsawing through him.
Cam doesn't even have time to breathe between the pain and the pleasure and the order and right take his breath away. He explodes over Elijah's hand, shouting, damn near screaming; Elijah's name spilling over his lips.
Finally Elijah slows, heart hammering in his chest. He sucks in breath, letting his muscles relax. Pulling his hand from Cam's cock he lifts it up, licking come from it and then he holds it to Cam, smiling. "Here, taste."
Darting his tongue out, Cam sighs softly as the salty taste bursts over his tongue. He keeps lapping, cleaning Elijah's hand, his thoughts still wholly focused on his partner. His dominant.
Communion. The word whispers over Elijah's mind as he lowers himself, grunting slightly as he shifts to get comfortable, moving so he doesn't leave the warmth of Cam's body yet. "Cammo," he says in an intimate voice. "Thank you for today."
Cam smiles, expression a little dreamy as he nuzzles against the nearest part of Elijah. "You," he murmurs. "Thank you."
Elijah laughs softly, kissing Cam. "I love my life."
Cam laughs, though it's a bit distant and a little throaty. He's still floating. Lifting up, he brushes Elijah's lips and nods. "I love our lives, too."
