The Sleepless Sleepover

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THE SLEEPLESS SLEEPOVER

An original work

by lordoberon

Chapter 2

Dean's POV

Dean felt like he was in a world of bliss. His breath came in pants as Kenrick rubbed his bare body against Dean. They were both naked, together, in his bed. Wow. The thought made him grin. Kenrick's skin was soft against his, so very smooth. The faerie boy was trying to be quiet, Dean could tell, but he let these occasional soft moans slip out. His cock was hard against Dean's, and the muscles of his thighs brushed againt Dean. Everything was sensitive, every touch, every puff of Kenrick's breath against him, was heavenly.



But Dean wanted to explore Kenrick, too. So even as the other boy moved against him, Dean's hand wandered down the fae boy's chest. He rubbed over the other boy's belly and cock with light fingertips, and then, blushing a little, let his hand slide back. He let his palms rest over the small of Kenrick's back for a moment, and then groped at the other boy's ass. The result was a low groan from Kenrick that rumbled from his throat and made Dean shiver in arousal. Kenrick's ass beneath Dean's fingers was firm and good; he could feel the muscles flexing with Kenrick's movements, and the skin was soft.



"You're...going to be the end of me, Dean," the faerie boy murmured. His breathing was harsher now. Dean smiled as the other boy knelt down and pressed his nose into Dean's neck. He had stopped moving now and just lay against Dean, panting. Jesus it felt so good to have someone with him, like this, thought Dean. Kenrick was perfect. He felt a thrill of pride in himself to be able to get Kenrick to lose his cool; and the fae boy was so hot with his body trembling over Dean's.



Kenrick tilted his head a little, and sucked softly over the hickey that he had formed on Dean's neck the other day. The sensation was a little stinging, but it also felt good to Dean. He moaned, and then smiled as the faerie boy lifted his head and just looked him in the eye.



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Kenrick's POV



Kenrick stared down at his soon-to-be lover, he hoped. Dean was human, but he wasn't like the rest. He had gone on that wild quest with Kenrick, and he had done more, since, than he ever had to, by remaining Kenrick's friend.



Aside from that sort of thing, god the boy was beautiful. Dean was hard and soft in all the right places. Baseball had made him fit and lean. He had hard, muscled arms from batting, with a fine light hair over them. His fingers were long and callused. He had these amazing angular hips that jutted out sensually, and he moved them sensually, too. His sensitive nipples were a dusty rose pink, and erect. His hair was a light blonde-brown and was currently totally tousled on his head. His bottom lip was pink from biting it, and his hazel eyes glowed up at Kenrick with total love and trust. And lust, too.



Kenrick shifted his hips against Dean's and the other boy gasped at the sensation as their cocks throbbed against each other. God, Kenrick was ready to take him already, to have him as his own. But was Dean ready? Did he want it as badly? Kenrick knew the boy had warmed up to him amazingly in their last session, moving fluidly and without as much nervousness. Would the prospect of losing his virginity make him nervous again?



"What are you thinking about?" Dean whispered.



Kenrick didn't want to say it, so he murmured, "I'm thinking about how much I want you." There. He hadn't lied; only not said everything.



Dean's hands wandered down Kenrick's chest. His thumbs swirled in circles up and down Kenrick's torso. For a moment his gaze was on Kenrick's, trying to read him, but then his gaze trailed down, and Kenrick felt his aroused state increase as Dean ogled every inch of him. Mmm.



"Why think about it, when you could just do it?" Dean asked. His arms went around Kenrick's body and embraced him tightly. Then his callused finger pads drifted down, down, to clench over Kenrick's buttocks again. Oh, that was good...



"You're right," Kenrick said, laughing. He'd just do it, and guage Dean's reactions. Why not just see how it went?



He could see Dean was surprised when Kenrick slid off of Dean, and pushed the boy's legs up so he could reach his thighs. Kenrick heard a grunt of surprise or something come from Dean as he leaned down, and let his tongue drift lazily over the boy's thighs. Mmm. He could feel the tension in the muscles slowly relax more and more, the slower he moved his tongue. Good. He needed Dean relaxed.



Kenrick had not actually done the whole thing with a woman yet, since as a prince (though that was old hat now, really; it might get him trapped some day, but he'd avoid it for as long as he could) his semen was not something to get around lightly. But he had had boys before - faeries, no humans yet - and knew what to do. He also knew he liked it quite a lot, and had resisted taking more recently because of his attraction to Dean.



When he started to bite at Dean's skin and lap his tongue harder, Dean's fingers gripped his hair, and his rough baseball palms rubbed over his own aching cock. Kenrick would have none of that. He didn't want Dean that ready yet. So even as his tongue crept lower, and lower, he grabbed Dean's hands and forced them away from Dean's cock. He held them tightly.



The boy made a sound of question when Kenrick turned him over on his belly. Kenrick couldn't resist gliding his body down to lie over Dean, and gave a little lick to the back of the boy's neck. He heard a muffled, "Kenrick?"



"Don't worry, Dean," Kenrick replied. "It's okay..."



His tongue glided, down from Dean's neck to ripple all the way down Dean's spine. He could heard the boy's groan at that move, and he tasted on his tongue the boy's sweat and that sweet scent. Mmm, that was almost too much.



He decided to forego fingers altogether, because he was too hard already. Damn, this would be a fast one. Oh well. He began to trace his tongue all over those soft cheeks, and heard Dean gasping against his pillow at the sensations. He sucked a little at one point, and then again lower, more towards the thigh.



To Kenrick, Dean's scent was all over him, and right now it was sharp and aroused. It tasted tangy with a little sweetness, too.



He licked the boy's bottom a little more, moving in slow circles, and then he let his tongue descend into the sweet crevice. Dean's back arched up, and he gave a short sound of surprise. He almost hit Kenrick's chin.



Kenrick laughed softly. Dean hadn't expected that, or he was nervous, or both, for now he was trembling. His head lifted up and his voice quailed a little as he said, "Kenrick? Uh...I..."



The boy was probably thinking all those preconceived notions about "straight" and such that probably baseball had given him.



Kenrick pressed his nose up against Dean's back and whispered, "Dean, Dean...please." It came out more a growl, showed more of his need than he had meant it to. "I want this. You. And I know you'll enjoy it. I want so much to do this special thing, to connect more...this...it's deeper than all the rest of what we did. Are you..."



He moved up, up, to lie over Dean's form and hover his mouth by Dean's ear. "Are you okay with that? Just...tell me if you aren't."



He couldn't bear the thought of not doing it, though. No one had ever refused this from him, although Dean was not like anybody else.



He whispered very quietly, "I want to give you my self..."



He breathed softly over Dean's ear, waiting for an answer. Maybe Dean hadn't heard that last part. Maybe that was good? or not? The boy finally he tilted his head up, so his ear brushed against Kenrick's lips. "Yes," he said, hoarsely, "Yes, I want it. I want...what you said, th-the connection. I'm ready."



Kenrick let a soft groan escape him. Dean would have him. Dean wanted him just as much. Oh, yes. He felt his body quivering in anticipation. Yes, yes, yes!



"Thank you," he managed to say, and as a gift, he slipped his tongue out to lap and suck at Dean's ear. Immediately Dean was a groaning mess beneath him, squirming and moaning. Kenrick nipped the earlobe with his teeth, grinning, and then moved back down.



He lay his hands over Dean's thighs, and knelt to press his tongue to Dean again. He smoothed over those trembling cheeks, and then pressed his tongue down, in. With his thumbs he widened the opening, and pushed in deeper and deeper. As he pushed into that alarming heat - god it was so hot, so good - he swirled his tongue. He could hear his blood pounding in him and his cock jumped with desire as he tasted that core part of Dean, and felt that intense heat. It made him groan, and when he lifted his head he was panting and had to shove hair off of his sweaty forehead.



Beneath him, Dean had squirmed and gasped and trembled, and when Kenrick retreated he knew the boy had enjoyed it by the way he swallowed loudly and whispered Kenrick's name. Kenrick dipped his tongue in again, to the sound of a whimper, widening that ring of muscle. He then slicked his finger and pushed that in a little, too.



Dean said, "Oh!" in surprise, and then, "mmf," as Kenrick pushed a second finger in. He pushed them in deeper, deeper, and heard Dean panting. That was a good sound. Then, again he widened the space, pushing sideways more, more. Finally, he could stand it no longer, and he could feel Dean's eager, nervous waiting in his every breath and pore and sound.



Kenrick positioned his cock to be at the entrance to that now slick, widened hole. He placed his hands solidly on those delicious hips, and began to push in inch by inch. Beneath him, Dean had his hands clenched in the sheets, and he was trying to be very still.



When Kenrick got a little more than half in, he could see the boy's jaw clenching. He asked softly, "Is this okay? Or do you want less?" He gave a lick to the boy's back.



He didn't want to hurt Dean. He only wanted to increase their bond, and they had been working up to this for a while now. Maybe he had gone too fast, but he was unfamiliar with how a human boy would court a human boy, so he had done it by increasing the connection they'd already had - by tapping into that hidden lust and revealing it. He hoped he wasn't hurting Dean, hoped it wasn't too fast.



"Mmm...ah...keep, keep going," Dean said. His voice was hoarse. Kenrick decided to move slower.



Bit by bit, and then he was finally in. He decided to stay there a little, and let Dean adjust. While he did, he pressed his hands over Dean's buttocks, and licked over Dean's sweaty skin, and leaned down, so the boy would know what it felt like to have his body lying over him.



He moved slowly out, and then pressed in again relatively slow. On the fourth one, it was more a thrust now, and he moved a little faster. Mmm, this felt good already. Dean's body was so tight and so hot around his. He continued thrusting. He heard the boy moan, finally, as he started to move at a more normal pace. Dean still trembled, but it was a good tremble, now. Kenrick kept his hands on Dean's hips, and leaned over. As he moved, he licked and kissed and suckled over Dean - his neck, his ears, his back, more and more frantically as he started to move faster.



The boy beneath him was fisting his hands in the sheets over and over, and started to make more noise. He groaned, and panted, and started to move a little with Kenrick, shifting his hips, arching his back. When he turned his head more to the side Kenrick could hear his groans, and his gasps of, "oh" and "Kenrick" and "Yes..."



Those sounds drove Kenrick on. He let his body lie over the other's, and they were slick together, as he drove his cock harder into the boy's tight ass. When Dean started to play back, bucking his hips up, and clenching against Kenrick's cock, Kenrick was over the moon. He threw his head back, eyes closed, and they began to move as one unit together.



The faster they went, the more Kenrick could feel the shivers and surges of magic in his body. He felt the tickle of the moving tattoo on his face appear, even here in the aboveground world of humans. It made every sensation ripple through him even more strongly and crisply. He groaned Dean's name over and over, at one point, and placed his hands over the other boy's.



When they were moving so hard and fast that Dean's entire body was being jerked back and forth, so that he had to hold onto the head of the bed, then Kenrick began to feel the flutter of wings behind his back. He gasped as they unfurled from his back, and they began to move in time with his body. It felt so right to have them there now. Lovingly, he arched them forward, and tickled over Dean's skin with the tips, which were softer than feather down.



He wanted to roar and scream but he couldn't, so he settled instead for biting Dean. He didn't bite hard enough to draw blood, but just little bites, a couple harder ones, over Dean's neck and deep in the skin of his shoulders. He could tell Dean liked it for the way he arched his body up to meet Kenrick's mouth.

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