Partner

A bit short, and a happy halloween to whoever does anything for it. I'll be on Ayatostales chat if anyone is interested. On the news section there's a link for the new chat. It'll be slightly easier than the other and hopefully anyone wanting to chat can get it to work. I'll be on there for two hours or so then off trick or treating and back after that.

Read, Review and Enjoy.




Their lips met as Mik kicked the nestroom’s door shut. Their kiss deepened as they stumbled towards the nest. Paw’s fingers dug into Mik’s arms. Mik worked his hands under Paw’s shirt and caressed the Sidhe’s skin gently, lovingly. Paw pulled away first.

The Sidhe pecked Mik’s cheek, then stepped back, grinning at Mik as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Mik had always thought that a slow strip was something that only a woman could make hot.

He was so very, very wrong. By the third button, Mik was reaching out to help him undress, because it was taking too long and his blood was already boiling. Paw batted away Mik’s hand and continued. When the last button was undone, Paw slid the shirt down his shoulders and rested it there for a moment as Mik’s eyes roved over the freed skin. So much to taste and so little he could touch.

Paw’s grin returned as he tilted his arms just slightly and let the shirt slip to the floor. When Paw reached for the buttons of his pants, Mik moaned. The Sidhe left his buttons done up, all but the top one, and took a saucy little step towards Mik.

Mik shivered as those long fingers flicked his buttons open. The shirt was pushed off of him, hands and fingers laying flat against his skin, caressing his shoulders and arms. The shirt hit the floor with a small sound and Mik bent his head forward, just slightly, and caught Paw’s lips in his own.

Their tongues played as deft fingers tugged at the zipper of Mik’s pants. The pants joined the shirt on the floor and soon after Mik’s boxers were laying atop them. Paw pushed Mik onto the bed.

“Maybe I could be-”

“Not this time,” Paw murmured, climbing on top of him, “Auhi wants to play.”

Mik adjusted himself in the bed and immediately dismissed the change of persona. Paw was Paw only because he called himself Paw. Paw was actually Auhi and Whisper…

Whisper was fucking scary. But Whisper was still Paw, just a different kind of Paw. Same but… not.

Like how a man can be one thing at work and another at home.

He was rationalizing. During sex.

Paw grinned at him, pulling away long enough to kick off his own pants before rejoining Mik on the bed. The Sidhe settled between Mik’s legs, bending his head downward to capture the man’s lips with his own. A moment of kisses before the pressure. Mik shuddered against it, anticipation throbbing through his body. It was too much yet not enough at the same time.

The man moaned and pushed his hips against Paw’s, feeling the full completeness as Paw thrust to meet him. Everything shivered. Mik reached for Paw and wrapped his arms around the Sidhe’s neck. Paw rocked in and out of Mik.

“Ah,”

“Mm?” Paw murmured, snapping his head back, startled for only a moment before he chuckled to himself, “That word has to be off limits now.”

Mik sighed, “just shut up and do me.”

“Do?” Paw grinned down at Mik, “fast?”

“Yes,” Mik moaned as Paw thrust hard and fast into him.

“Or slow?” Paw rocked so very slowly out and back into Mik.

“Fast,” Mik moaned, “faster.”

“M-magnificent. Slow it is,” Paw murmured, taking up the slow, slow pace.

Mik moaned with each thrust, begging Paw to go faster. The few times Paw obliged, Mik moaned louder and thrust against him. In and out until Mik was certain that he would go mad from it all. The building pressure was nothing to the anticipation he felt at the thought that Paw would soon enough thrust hard into him. At the mere thought of Paw thrusting hard and fast into him, Mik came, crying out as his nails dug into Paw’s shoulders.

Paw thrust hard into him several times before stopping and moaning, head bent over Mik’s shoulder.

“Intelligent men are so hot,” Paw murmured through a moan, “but only if they are submissive.”

“You are intelligent and you are never submissive.”

“Perhaps should be. One day. But for now. Let’s see about symbol stuff, neh?”

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