Forbidden Memories

It didn\'t matter whether words were spoken, KC knew without them. He had known Damion for year(s) and he knew what he wanted and needed. Hand slipped down, slender fingers wrapping around - grasping him. Squeezing gently, stroking, each stroke causing his little finger to brush down near the youth\'s entrance. His head tilted back to look at the youth. \"Tell me to stop and I will.\" He would too, he respected Fall enough not to take advantage of him. Vaguely he wondered how long it had been since the boy had been handled gently and not just *fucked*. Hand fell away from Fall\'s wrists to settle on his hip. Kisses strayed down, tongue trailing over the right nipple then the left, KC had a thing for nipple play, wasn\'t sure why he just did. Let me... Let me take you, went through his mind over and over. He wanted to hear it but it wan\'t required, pushing they youth down into the chair as he knelt before him, hand still curling around him, thumb swirling over the tip. Kisses still being dropped relentlessly over his chest and nubs.

His breath was beginning to become laboured now, twitching and quivering to those touches. Ah, sweet god. Eyes squeezed shut, and the hands that were now released moved around to curl into KC\'s hair, tugging it gently. Ah, damn, damn it, damn damn, fuck. Teeth pulled on his lower lip, the youth finding his toes curling into the carpet. \"KC, I, KC, need you....\" Words were so hard to formulate, each word heavy and thick on his tongue. \"You, inside me, god KC, need it, need you...\" Yes, he was aching, all over. Aching for that final pinnacle of release, but also needing those moment in between, those moments where they were together searching hungrily for that release, searching and needing it so badly. It had been a long time since he\'d whispered anything like that. Normally when he was desperate it was more of a demanding fuck me, than this gentle request that had just tumbled past his lips. But it used to be like that, didn\'t it? yes. \"Ah, please, KC...\" Fingers slide down, over cheek and neck, leaning forward enough to bury his face into KC\'s neck, planting straying kisses as hands drifted to pull at those battered trousers, practically ripping them apart even more. What did it matter, KC was getting new clothes anyway...

His own body was reacting to the need in the youth\'s voice, kisses slipped lower, tongue circled slowly around his naval. Carefully he pulled the youth to the edge of the chair so his free hand could move to circle around Fall\'s entrance. Hand moving up again to find they youth\'s lips, so he could wet the finger to slip in. His mouth continued to slip slower, by passing the member all together, and kissing up along the inner thighs, nipping at the tender flesh there. Left hand still stroking, and squeezing at a steady rhythm. A smile curled his lips as he realized Fall was trying to pull off his pants, backing himself away slightly-teasing. The butterflies in his stomach were back. The warning in the back of his mind sounding, he was alittle frightened that they would get caught. Not wanting to cause trouble for Fall. KC found the spot at the juncture of Fall\'s leg that had once turned him on, but then he hadn\'t been with him in so long he didn\'t know if it still did. His tongue was so close to both his hardon and his entrance and yet touched neither ... yet

There was a whine as he backed his hips out of reach. He slunk down in the chair like he was pretty much expected. \"ah...KC, please...you\'re..aah...\" He was being tormented something awful. His legs spread a little wider, eyes squeezing shut. It was uncomfortable in the chair, unless his legs were hoisted right up. KC didn\'t seem to be about to do that now, did he? \"KC, please...ah...KC....\" He wriggles a little, teeth biting down on his lower lip. Eyes opened, and then pleading in them as they focused on KC was surreal. It was a look that hadn\'t been seen in a long time. He wriggled, one step away from regaining the control and pushing KC down, tearing his clothes off and forcing the man inside him. Tongue flickered out, brushing the tips of the fingers presented to his mouth, before lips parted, tongue circling around them and drawing them into his mouth for a desperate, hungry suckle, tongue massaging the flesh, teeth holding in a firm grip.

He took his fingers from him and smirked, standing he released his member from his grip and removed his own pants. \"The bed, please D.\" He wanted room, they had always been cramped up in that dumpster and he wouldn\'t cramp them up now. Reaching down he picked the youth up with no problem at all and carried him over to the bed, dropping him down on it. Kneeling on the bed between his legs looking at the youth, so ready. \"Nobody ever wanted me like you Damion. No one.\" His fingers moved to his own mouth and his cute lips curled around them wetting them then let them settle against Fall\'s waiting entrance, pushing one slowly inside. His own cock twitched already hard and waiting. Right now Fall was going to be his, just his and just for a little while. He was going to remind the youth just what it felt like to be wanted and needed. Finger curled inside him, pulling out a moment only to push back in. His free hand had wrapped once again around the hardness, bending - his body curving to reach the member with his mouth, tip of his tongue darting out to taste the sweet tip of him. Tempting to wind around the head but not.

A whimper as he was carried to the bed, eyes slipping shut and then resting up on his elbows when he flumped down onto it. Just as well, he wouldn\'t have been able to walk anyway. Teeth found his lower lip and he nodded meekly yo KC\'s words, too weak to speak. To weak with need, really. As the finger slide inside Fall arched, a muffled groan tumbling from his lips, back arching and lips lifting with an involentary thrust upward to that tongue that was taunting him. Toes curled, body tensed, muscled clamping around that finger as it withdrew, relaxing just intime as KC slipped it back in. Oh gods, please don\'t let me come like this, he whispered internally. He wanted to be taken, he wanted to feel KC in him again, wanted him, wanted him, oh so badly. \"Nnh...KC...\" Ok, so it was panting breaths, a light flush drifting over his cheeks and further down the body. He was just about to start sweating soon, yes. Internal thermostat pushing the temperature to hot.

His tongue slid down his member, down to where his finger was, licking hungrily as his finger slid out. Getting him nice and wet. Moving closer to the youth, tip of him pressing against him. Hands moving to rest on his hips pulling him down. Pushing deep inside. G...God this...this had been long forgotten. It had been so damn long since he had been inside Fall. Holding still just wanting to reveal in this for a moment. His left hand moved up to caress the youth\'s cheek. \"Damion!\" Yesss. This was heaven, it had to be. This was a mistake, to take him, because now he would never have enough of the youth. Damn it all, but that wasn\'t going to stop him from giving him the feeling they hadn\'t had in so damn long.

Fall arched, twisting upright a little with one hand sliding around the back of KC\'s head, fingers curling into the hair. \"Ah FUCK! KC!\" It hurt, a little, like it always did. Being stretched like that was bound to, unless there was a *ton* of lube involved. At this moment in time teeth pulled at his lower lip, nails digging into scalp. He felt so filled, so full it was nearly too painful to deal with. Hips pushed down, Fall leaning back against the bed, cheek pressed against KC\'s. Hiosting his legs up he wrapped them about the other\'s hips, wriggling down again him. \"KC, oh fuck, KC...\"

\"DAMION!\" the reactions from his lover spurred that from his throat. This had been that missing part of himself. Even if Fall wouldn\'t admit it to himself. They had something. Something that couldn\'t be denyed. Ignored yes. Denyed *no*. His hands ran lovingly down the youth\'s chest, nails very gently grazing. He never liked being rough the boy and it wouldn\'t change anytime soon. He had always liked to be gentle and caring. Sliding himself slightly out, holding for a moment before pushing back inside, with a loud moan. So tight around him, at home. \"Damion... oooh God, Damion...\" He was trying to take this moment and hold it forever to remember, taking his time to find that old rhythm they had always shared.

There was a sigh, arching up and wriggling against that rythem. Fall was so used to rough, that when it came gentle it was still an almost aching surprise. He fought the urge to demand harder and faster out of, well. Habit. He could deal with Cyn being slow and tender, because the man was permently in control, but with KC there was something...different. There something that bore right down into his soul and said something along the lines of \'we\'re equal\' and that was something...rivitng. Fingers fell back and curled into sheets, teeth biting on his lower lip and already he was trembling. Oh gods. Relax. Relax. Take it easy... A long slow sigh, eyes unclenching for a moment to fix onto KC\'s face. Oh god he loved that face in the throws of ectasy.