Partner

I don't really have a reason for this not being up. As I was waiting for the page to load I was like, well it's Wednesday so yesterday was my odd Tuesday thing...

Except it wasn't. Yeesht.

I think I'm going to have fun with the next chapter. Just...

Tomorrow IS the Tuesday thing. *sigh* Which means it won't be updated tomorrow, likely.

Read, Review and Enjoy.

And please don't murder me for the 'rip off' sex. Which is exactly what I called it when I got done writing it.





Mik moaned as Paw’s fingers grazed over his shoulders and back. The man lay on his stomach, fingers digging into the blankets beneath him. The Sidhe bent over him, fingertips barely grazing his shoulders, down his back and back up his spine. Mik arched up under Paw’s touch, but found those fingers retreated every time he tried to move towards them.

“Paw. Please.” Mik murmured.

“Mik say play.”

With a very different part of themselves. Mik bit his lip and decided not to comment on that. That it would be better if he didn’t. Best not to speak when he was certain that Paw was trying to prove a point.

Point being that Mik shouldn’t have been talking to others about what he was planning on doing to Paw in private, even if the others hadn’t understood. Or. Was it because he had said stick instead of… dick?

“Now Mik no want play? Just sex? Why not play? Why not… graze…” Paw’s nails grazed over a sensitive spot of Mik’s back, “why not caress?” one finger down Mik’s spine had the man shuddering and begging for more, “why just sex?”

Paw’s head bent down, the Sidhe’s too long hair grazing over Mik’s cheek, the Sidhe’s voice lowered as he spoke, “does Mik only want sex?”

For the moment? Or in general?

“No,” Mik murmured, “but people, when they’re… aroused… tend to only think about one thing. Especially with someone as attractive as you taunting them.”

Paw chuckled, “just right thing to say to a people.”

“And to a Sidhe?”

“Pfft, Auhi leave you in bed by self,” Paw growled, sitting back.

“What?” Mik tried to roll to his side, only to have Paw push him back to the blankets.

The Sidhe held Mik firmly with one hand while he played with something on the bed. A moment later Paw bent over Mik, the creature’s body hovering so close to Mik’s. Mik’s back tingled with the lack of touch. Even the touch of Paw’s fingers on Mik’s legs did nothing to relieve the ache Mik felt at the lack of touch. P

Paw spread Mik’s legs with a hand and settled between the legs. Despite that, Mik didn’t realise Paw’s intent until the Sidhe thrust into him. Mik was caught between a gasp and a moan. His muscles tensed around the intrusion. He forced himself to relax, setting his head on the blankets. He faced the door and wondered.

Why the door was shut. It seemed such an odd thing to wonder.

Especially odd when Paw thrust the rest of the way into him. Their hips met and Mik cringed as a whine escaped his throat. His fingers dug into the bedspread. Paw pressed tight against him, arms wrapping around Mik’s torso to hold the man still. Hot breath tickled against the back of Mik’s neck as the Sidhe withdrew and slammed back into the man.

Mik rocked into Paw’s thrust and moaned. Paw tightened his arms around Mik and grazed his teeth over Mik’s shoulder.

The pace was slow after that. In and out, almost too slow, too gentle. Each motion brought them closer to completion, yet it wasn’t quite the motion Mik wanted. They panted, Mik into the bedspread, Paw against Mik’s neck, and grew more tense with each passing minute. Soon Mik was arched off the bedspread, pressing tight against Paw.

They didn’t waste breath on words, though the small sounds still escaped Mik’s throat, whenever Paw rocked against just that right spot.

Their completion was quiet, a shuddering and a full moan as Mik collapsed against the bedspread, as the tension went out of their bodies. Paw collapsed on top of Mik and panted.

Both lay perfectly still for a very long time. The minutes ticked away and panting became quiet breaths. One of Paw’s fingers idly caressed Mik’s arm.

A thump in the apartment and their peace was over. Paw pulled away from Mik and struggled with the blanket. Just as it draped over Mik’s back, the bedroom door opened. Lillow stepped in, Hohi on her heels. The girl blinked at Paw, and then at Mik. Hohi’s bored look turned to a startled, horrified expression. The larger male dragged Lillow back out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Paw let out what might have been a chuckle. He pecked Mik’s temple and murmured, “lov’ums? Is seven.”

“’nd?” Mik muttered, sighing as he shifted to a slightly more comfortable position.

“Dusk,” Paw murmured.

“Dusk? Oh. Oh…” Mik grumbled to himself and forced himself off of the bedspread, “party.”

“Shower fast, needs to.”

“What was that look that-” Mik never got to finish. Paw was already out the door and headed to the shower.

The man sighed and slid off the bed.

And immediately hit the floor. Mik’s legs just didn’t seem to want to work so good. So the man pushed off the floor and forced himself into his pants, wobbling badly. Once his pants were pulled up, he dropped to the bed, like a rock.

By then Paw was back.

Paw helped him to the bathroom and deposited him in the shower. Mik washed, shaved, brushed his teeth and donned on the clothing that Paw had provided for him.

His legs weren’t so stable. And he had to face Sidhe and people alike, all of whom would know exactly what Mik and Paw had been doing, if his legs gave out on him. Mik took a breath, prepared himself for the worse, and left the bathroom.


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