Partner

This took quite a while to write. I'm hoping you all enjoy it. Or maybe... enjoy it twice? Ahahahah

I'm not sure which part is my favourite. I know that I was having a heck of a time writing once people got up and started wandering to where I was writing. I tend to go bright red when writing this sort of thing, thus ... took a good long while.

*coughs*

Hopefully the arrival of candles doesn't... you know... start something dangerous amongst the Sidhe.

Read, Review and Enjoy




They stumbled into the bedroom. Mik’s arms were wrapped around Paw’s neck, Paw’s arms wrapped around Mik’s lower back. Their lips were locked, tongues darting eagerly into the other’s mouth. Paw paused to kick the bedroom door shut and give it a nudge with the same foot to make sure it was actually shut. Then the Sidhe turned his lips towards Mik’s throat and propelled the two of them to the bed.

Mik met the bed first and fell, bent at the knees. Paw landed on top of Mik and for a brief moment, all of the Sidhe’s weight was on the man. A moment later it was gone, Paw untangled a hand and held himself off of Mik by leaning his weight on the hand instead.

Their lips met briefly, a caress as Paw moved from Mik’s neck, to Mik’s cheek on the other side of the man’s face. Paw’s tongue darted out and over Mik’s jawbone.

Just as Mik wondered where Paw’s other hand had gone off to, the Sidhe’s thumb pressed into his hipbone, just above a certain nerve. Mik gasped and arched upward. The nerve sent a confusing jumble of information through him. The strongest, the most noticeable, of the strands of information was pure pleasure. The next strongest was the odd feeling of not being able to get his breath, because that one little nerve was telling everything in his body that there was too much pleasure to pay attention to anything else. Paw removed his thumb and grinned at Mik.

“What?” Mik gasped out, catching his breath.

“Hohi did that to Taln and Taln fought Hohi off. Nice to know Mik trust Paw,” Paw leaned in and pecked Mik’s lips, “enough,” another peck, “to let,” another peck, Mik was starting to get frustrated with the small kisses, “Paw do,” another peck.

Mik followed Paw’s lips when the Sidhe tried to pull away. His hand wrapped around Paw’s neck and their lips met once more just as Paw tried to say ‘that.’ A deep, hungry kiss, Mik’s tongue darted into Paw’s mouth as the man turned them on the bed so that he was on top of Paw. Mik trailed his fingers down the side of Paw’s neck before tugging at the buttons of the Sidhe’s shirt.

The buttons did not come open eagerly. One Mik popped off in his frustration. Once the shirt was open, Mik laid his hand on Paw’s chest. Mik finally broke away their kiss and trailed kisses down Paw’s neck. He gently bit one of Paw’s nipples as his hand found the other and grazed over the raised nub.

“M-mik… not … fair,” Paw gasped.

Mik darted his tongue over the nipple that his teeth still grasped. He had always wondered if there were specific parts of a Sidhe that were more sensitive than others, but hadn’t ever really had the time to find out. Paw struggled feebly against his teeth and fingers, wanting to get away, but not wanting to stop the pleasure. A hand fluttered over Mik’s head, as if the Sidhe couldn’t decide whether he wanted to bat Mik away or pull the man closer.

He turned his attention away from the nipples, caressing Paw’s barely noticeable abs with his hand as he kissed the fair skin. With each kiss, his tongue darted out to lick the spot. Paw moaned and whimpered with each kiss, was mewling by the time Mik reached Paw’s navel. Mik dragged his fingers down Paw’s stomach and hooked them under the Sidhe’s pants. An elastic banded pair of pants. So appropriate for the formal-esc dinner they had just had. Mik pulled them down easily and turned his lips to Paw’s hip bone.

“nononononono,” Paw mumbled.

Rather than actually stop Mik, the Sidhe dug his fingers into the bedding and moaned loudly. Mik knew what Paw didn’t want him to do, didn’t want him to touch the obvious arousal that was mere inches from his face. The man turned his lips to it immediately, giving the side a kiss. Paw gasped and pulled away.

“Nooooooo.”

“You actually want me to stop?” Mik murmured, trying to hide the surprise in his voice.

“Whe…. Noooooo,” Paw said in a low, whining voice, “but no do that.”

“Why not?”

“Noooooooo,” Paw whined.

“Fine,” Mik muttered, “I’ll have you instead.”

The Sidhe gave a small, terrified shriek and batted lightly at Mik as the man pulled off his shirt and pants and leapt upon Paw. They struggled momentarily, nothing more than a playing, and rolled several times on the bed. Mik ended up on top once more, his lips pressed tightly against Paw’s as he spread the Sidhe’s legs.

“And now,” Mik mumbled, trying to sound aggressive, “I shall take what I have won.”

Paw’s giggle was cut short by a small intake of breath as Mik penetrated the Sidhe. They lay like that for a long moment, until Mik felt Paw relax around him, before the man pushed further in. Paw’s fingers dug into Mik’s shoulder, a leg wrapped around Mik’s lower back.

“Ohhhhh big bad man taking prize,” Paw muttered mockingly as Mik kissed the Sidhe’s collarbone.

Mik tensed as he met Paw’s eyes, “do you really want to go that route?”

“So aggressive, very afraid of- AH,” Paw arched upward nails dragging over Mik’s skin as the man slammed into him.

Mik was afraid, for a moment, of hurting Paw. It was only after a moment of thought that he realised that it would take a lot to hurt a Sidhe during sex. Especially since the Sidhe could very easily stop him at any moment.

Supporting himself with his elbows, Mik bit Paw’s shoulder a bit harder than he usually did and pulled out, slamming back into the Sidhe. He took up a rough, fast pace that rocked the bed along with them. Paw was tense beneath him, moaning and groaning. Mik tensed as he came closer and closer to release. The closer he came, the rougher he got.

Mik slid one of his hands between them and wrapped around Paw’s member, taking up the same pace as Mik’s hips. Paws moans turned to a higher mewling, the Sidhe writhed beneath Mik. As Paw’s muscles began contracting around Mik, the man came. Moaning against the shoulder he was biting. He thrust several more times before heat spread over their stomachs. Both shuddered and Mik came to a stop.

Slowly, he released the flesh from his teeth and winced at the bruise already starting there. On one of Paw’s arms there were the growing bruises where his fingers had wrapped around the arm at some point.

Paw winced as he pulled his fingers from Mik’s shoulder, the nails bloodied.

“Are you alright?” they both asked the other at the same time, then frowned as one, turning to their own bodies to asses the damage.

Mik withdrew from Paw and looked down his torso. Red welts stood out on his chest, where Paw had dragged his nails over the skin none too gently. He felt the trickle of blood down his back from Paw’s other hand. His left shoulder was stiff. A glance at it and he identified the problem. A hand shaped bruise was forming there.

The man sighed and offered a hand to Paw, helping the Sidhe to his feet.

“Best wash blood away before climbing into bed,” Mik muttered to Paw.

Paw lurched forward, his legs apparently working improperly, and stumbled against the wall. The Sidhe huffed out a breath and forced himself to straighten.

“And sweat and …” a hand swirling down at crotch level.

Mik took it in and decided that he had just learned a new word, “You know what would be fun?”

“What?”

“A bath.”

“Bath? What fun about bath? Bath for sick folk, sit in water, soak up good heat into bones, what fun about… Mikkums?”

Mik left the bedroom, stark naked, and across the apartment, to the bathroom. He didn’t even think about Lillow or Taln or any of the cameras. He just went. In the bathroom, he plugged the tub and went through the process of filling it with water and a scented bubble bath. Oddly, there were candles amongst his bathroom goodies. He wondered how long those had been there and who had decided to add candles to the apartments. Or if it was just his apartment.

Paw entered the bathroom and gaped at the candles as Mik set them about the room. Mik dug through the bottom shelf and found a lighter. With this he lit the first candle and Paw slid into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The Sidhe flicked off the bathroom light and all the illumination they had was from one candle.

“Fire!” Paw limped across the bathroom and leaned towards the flame and smiled sweetly at it, “lovely fire.”

“Play with it later, right now, I want to play in the bathtub,” Mik murmured, handing Paw the lighter before moving towards the tub to check the water level.

He heard the clicking of the lighter. Mik turned away from the tub as Paw lit another candle. The Sidhe looked about the room. Paw moved to the other side of the room and lit another candle. The room was lit, a dim sort of light that hardly counted as twilight. Paw lit another candle and seemed satisfied. He set the lighter down on bathroom counter before joining Mik at the tub.

“Lovely light,” Paw murmured, “fire! Yay. So… what exactly do play with the tub ingle?”

Had Paw never wondered why the tub was large enough to fit two? Mik tried to strip off his clothing, only to realise that he was still naked. He shut off the water and climbed into the tub, motioning for Paw to join him. The time between the bedroom and filling the tub had… renewed Mik. Paw stepped into the tub and looked absolutely confused.

“Look. Think… a bed, except… I want you to straddle me backwards.”

“Back…” Paw frowned and looked at Mik and then downward, “straddle and… oh.”

Paw stood and turned around, easing himself down and towards Mik. The Sidhe made a sound when his buttocks grazed over Mik’s renewed arousal.

“Easy,” Mik murmured, grasping Paw’s hips to guide the Sidhe onto him.

Paw let out a sound at the back of his throat close to a whine, and shuddered as Mik slowly drew the Sidhe down onto him. Paw took several breaths, rocking against Mik momentarily. Mik drew the Sidhe against his chest, he wrapped his arms around Paw and kissed the dark head in front of him.

“Now slowly,” Mik murmured.

“Slowly? Can’t move with way Mik wrapped up,” Paw moved his hips just slightly and moaned, pushing his head back.

Because Paw was so much taller than Mik, the Sidhe couldn’t set his head against Mik’s shoulder. The length of Paw’s neck allowed the Sidhe to put his head on the bathtub’s lip behind Mik.

The rocking reminded Mik of how they had joined earlier in the day. Slow but steady. They wasted no breath with sound and rocked to no rhythm. Each movement brought them closer to completion. It built up in Mik’s stomach, making him ache to do more even as he forced himself to remain nearly still. The pair shuddered to a stop. They breathed out as one.

Paw moaned and pulled off of Mik, sliding down in the tub to sit between the man’s legs and press his head against Mik’s shoulder. Mik sighed out closed his eyes for a moment.

“Bathtub fun like shower fun,” Paw murmured, “but no sleep here. Wash time.”

Mik groaned, “no energy.”

Paw sloshed about and grabbed the washcloth and soap, “Paw wash both of us, then we go to bed.”

“’nd?”

“’nd then sleep times.”


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