Persistence

A/N: um, I was suppose to add this at the very beginning of the year, but I sort of forgot doing it on this site...*blushes* But anyway here it is, and again this is only special so nothing to do with the actual plot :P

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NEW YEAR SPECIAL

Jaromir let his fingers wander over the soft skin of Syran's biceps and chest, watching the fire illuminating the ivory skin and smiled. This was perfect; a warm cabin, a comfy place in front of a fireplace and an utterly sexy and cute Ylvas in his arms. He looked into turquoise eyes and get lost in them for some moments before he leaned forward and kissed a white ear. "Do I get a present from you?"

Syran's ear flickered slightly to the kiss, his fingertips trailing Jaromir's spine slowly and gently, a small grin started to form on his face. "What would you desire for a present?" he asked.

"Oh, what could I desire?" Jaromir mock-pondered. "I always wanted my own harem..."

Syran frowned and poked his arm. "You have me, you won't have any time for a harem!" he said and leaned closer to kiss him. "You'd be too exhausted to enjoy them... That I make sure..." he muttered between kisses.

"Oh, will you?" Jaromir grinned and returned the kisses. "So it's the snow-white beauty from the North that is my harem?"

"You get the prince of Atanva, what more could you ask for?" The small man grinned, rolling them over so he was straddling Jaromir, holding his arms down. "Right?"

"Hmmm... I don't know... Perhaps a massage from this prince?" Jaromir grinned up, liking the position very much and he was a little surprised by it.

"A massage..." Syran repeated slowly with a considering tone of voice. "Hmmm..: I don't know, have you been good enough?" He raised his brow, grinning slightly and keeping his hold.

"Oh, I was a bad boy this year, but I had the vague impression that my prince did not complain much when I was naughty..." Jaromir tilted his head and smirked, licking his lips slowly and provocatively.

"Yes, you are very naughty, aren't you?" Syran grinned, his tail gently teasing Jaromir's thighs as he shifted his weight over him. "You were naughty today as well." he reminded, leaning down slightly and stopping mere inches away from the thief's lips. "Weren't you?"

Jaromir put on an innocent mien, looking a bit confused. "What do you mean? I just won a snowball fight and a race to the cabin. All fair and nice." It took the tall Ylvas quite some effort to keep his face straight.

Syran studied him quietly for a moment, again making a small shift with his hips before reaching to nibble at Jaromir's ear gently. "Fair? Were you really fair? Or nice? Be honest now..." Syran whispered then, his tail rubbing between the others thighs now, the tip touching the balls softly.

Jaromir moaned softly and felt blood rushing to his groin, his dick starting to grow. "Do you have complaints, my prince?" The thief shifted his hips, seeking for more friction, his own tail flicking and then caressing Syran's calves and feet. "I cannot remember anything unfair..."

Syran couldn't help a moan that escaped his lips when he pressed against Jaromir's erection. He bit his lip and looked down, trying to control himself. "That snow wasn't nice, you know..."

Jaromir's cock grew further with the stimulation and the thief became quite horny, tugging slightly at Syran's hold on his hands. "But I thought that snow belongs to snow-white beauties." He smirked, dropping his innocent play.

"Not in their pants, it annoys them...Snow does not belong there!" Syran told him trying to look stern which in this case was getting quite difficult. "So I think you have some making up to do."

Jaromir chuckled softly. "Weren't we talking about my gift from you?" He lifted his head a little and pecked his lover's luscious lips. "But okay, what do you want me to do?"

"Pamper me and cook me dinner and then we can discuss that gift. Or if you promise me to cook dinner maybe you get your gift now?" Syran grinned, flicking his tail over Jaromir's groin.

Jaromir smirked up. "You know, you are a prince and really wealthy, you should give me more than one gift! So I want one now and more later!"

"Quite greedy, are we?" Syran whispered close to his lips, before softly brushing against them.

"Just for you and your gifts, little one." Jaromir bucked his hips impatiently up, pressing his lips against Syran. "Don't be stingy, Syr."

Another moan, Syran licked his lips, breathing a bit harshly now. "Will you make me dinner?" he asked, still so unwilling to do it himself but he didn't know what he would do if the other denied.

Jaromir laughed softly. "You can make me do it and you know very well how." Wriggling his brows the thief grinned.

Syran grinned back and finally pressed closer for a hungrier kiss, devouring the taste of his lover's lips. The white eared man rolled his hips, slowly easing his hold on Jaromir's arms to have his own free; now going to both side of the taller man's face, looking at him through half opened, slightly clouded eyes.

Jaromir hungrily returned the kiss, fingers entangling in blond, long strands, the other hand trailing over Syran's spine , caressing the white, fluffy tail and then touching a tight buttock, running his fingers over the firm flesh and dipping them into the crevice. "I want you, hon, need you." he breathed huskily, lust and want misting his eyes.

Syran purred feeling his cock twitch at the touch and Jaromir's words. "Need you too, Mir," he panted, curving his lower back, and stealing another long lustful kiss from the other man.

When his little one pressed into his touch something hot ignited in Jaromir's stomach and with a growl he flipped them over, pressing Syran into the pelt. "Then I will take you, 'ran." The dark Ylvas latched his lips onto a tender neck and sucked harshly while he lubed two fingers pressing them teasing against his lover's opening.

Syran held his legs open, knees close to his chest, his tail caressing Jaromir's side, impatiently pressing against the two digits. "Please..." he purred, needed to feel more, needed his thief. His fingers tangled in the dark, soft hair.

Jaromir breached Syran with two fingers, carefully for a moment before he impatiently scissored his fingers and moved them in and out for another moment before pulling them out. It wasn't as if his lover needed much preparation seeing their sexual appetite and hunger. He lubed his rock-hard dick, and lined up, pushing in while pressing Syran's knees to the prince's chest and his forehead against his little one's, peering into bright blue eyes, smiling.

Syran took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment before opening and looking back into the bright green eyes and the thief's smiling face and he returned the smile. The prince's hand reached to Jaromir' shoulder, the other moved behind his back. A gentle kiss planted on his lovers lips, starting soft as Syran adjusted to the hard length buried inside of him, which each passing moment the softness of the kiss grew into something stronger, greedier.

The tall Ylvas moved in his lover, slowly to give Syran time to adjust before he let go of the other's legs, putting a gentle kiss into the bend of each knee before going back to hungry lips that devoured his with a passion and fever that took his breath and made him dizzy with pleasure. All he could do was to start and thrust into the tight hotness, moaning into the kiss with each move.

Syran responded to the kiss eagerly, his both hands travelling restlessly over Jaromir's back now, nails leaving small marks in his excitement that weren't painful perhaps just slightly visible. The white eared man found friction between their bodies for his own throbbing arousal and every time the other man managed to massage his organ against that special spot inside him made Syran mewl in pleasure.

Jaromir supported his weight on one arm, his hand caressing a white fluffy ear, the other hand stroking a strong thigh, his tail the other one. A low rumbling sound formed in the dark man's chest, a mixture between a purr and a growl, lustful and a bit possessive, and he pressed his body closer to lithe one under him.

Syran's tail wrapped around Jaromir's leg, his hands moved further down on the firm butt, squeezing and massaging the firm muscles at the rhythm of Jaromir's thrusts. His body shivered from the pleasure that kept building, tingling in the bottom of his stomach. "Mir... good... close...nnh..."

Jaromir licked over Syran's cheek and started to push faster and harder into his wonderful lover, that velvety tightness gripping delicious around his dick. He heard Syran's words and felt his lover getting close but there was nothing he could do, nothing he wanted to do but keep thrusting into Syran, pressing and rubbing his stomach over his lover's leaking cock, growling into the wild kisses he shared with his prince.

Syran's toes curled and his hold on Jaromir tightened further. The prince wanted it to last longer and at the same time the pleasure had just build up so strong and powerful he couldn't hold it back either and so he surrendered, allowed the orgasm wash through him, moaning out his lowers name, his nails digging slightly in the velvety skin. He was sure that this was the most perfect feeling in the world, that his thief, his lover was the best that there ever was.

Jaromir felt Syran's orgasm, felt him tighten around his dick, felt his lover's cock spill his essence between them, Syran's hold strengthen on him, fingernails sinking in his skin. "'ran," he breathed, his body trembling, tail swishing through the air, rhythm of his thrusts long forgotten. "'ran!" he growled and then his orgasms exploded in him, expected but the intensity washed every coherent thought away and only Syran and this feeling existed. "'RAN!" He shouted and his tail wrapped around Syran's arm, the tip pressing into his lover's palm and Jaromir shut his eyes for a moment, the pleasure too much but oh so good.

Syran watched his lover through the lingering cloud of pleasure; Jaromir's expression as he reached his peak, the sight was simply and utterly erotic and beautiful, all the moments together were beautiful. He held Jaromir gently against himself, and felt the beat of his thief's heart against his chest; slowly calming down. His hand moved to lazily stroke through the dark hair, a soft kiss planted on the thief's neck. "Wonderful..." he murmured.

Jaromir slowly came down, but still could not think much and nuzzled his face into blond, soft hair. "'ran," he murmured, tail still tightly wrapped around his lover's arm, pressing his weight onto Syran, sighing contently and resting, feeling the other so close, enjoying the intimacy. "My 'ran...."

Syran nuzzled the others face, sighing in content and inner joy. Those words felt so good to hear. "And my Mir," he whispered back and smiled with his eyes close. He felt warm, safe, satisfied and relaxed just wanting to rest next Jaromir, maybe sleep for awhile and then... Eat, a meal that Jaromir would prepare!

Jaromir rested his weight on his forearms, pulling carefully out of his lover and looked at Syran, cheeks flushed, blond hair spilled out on dark fur, kiss swollen lips so inviting that he had to lean down and catch them in a slow, gentle kiss, laying down between Syran's legs, dicks cuddling against each other. "Wonderful gift..." He smiled and shared another loving kiss. "I want more, later. After I made us dinner. After I took a long nap on my Syri-pillow."