Comfort

Just a little a little quick-write I did when I was bored....Please tell me what you think and if I should continue it or not....Constrictive Critisim is VERY welcome....

decided to write this when my homophobic cousin asked me to write a het for once, but I find het a little… squicky… so this is what came out *grins*

\"Hey, Babe.\" I turn my head as I hear my lover approach.

\"Hey, Kik.\" I flash her a 100-watt smile, even though I feel like crying instead. But I don’t want my friend to worry, and I never cry. Never. Kik frowns at me, clearly used to this routine and frankly quite tired of it. I should know. Last time I received a thirty-minute lecture on it. I swear I thought my ears were bleeding. I jump slightly when I feel a hand on my arm, breaking me out of my thoughts of other times when I had the privilege of hearing Kik scream.

\"Relax, Babe. I’m gonna take you home and help you forget about all your problems.\" Kik can be really cheesy at times, but I follow anyway. Kik’s right. I do need to forget.

We finally reach her apartment --It was the closest and mine is currently infested with various pests. God I hate relatives.-- and Kik offers to pay for the cab. I quickly shove a handful of singles into the driver’s grasp and practically drag my lover away before she can even protest. Once we reach the door and get inside --which took forever with Kik’s mouth distracting me and attacking any available skin she could

find-- I quickly find myself cold and alone.

\"Kik?\" I call out, and am about to once more, when I hear a soft moan coming from the kitchen. Intrigued I follow the gentle murmurs. I turn the corner and am met with the single most beautiful and erotic sight I have ever been privileged to witness.

Kik (ever-impatient) had already stripped herself and was currently sitting atop the kitchen table pleasuring herself. One slender hand was roughly caressing and kneading a small pert breast, the other positioned between her legs slowly pushing an orange popsicle in and out of herself. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of the orange sticky juices mixing with her own, the sweet mixture running down the silky, pale flesh of her inner-thighs.

A loud moan captures my attention again, and I automatically look up at the face of the effulgent creature making such lovely sounds. I distantly hear myself gasp at the untamed passion that sparked within those bright, blue-gray orbs.

\"Lanii.\" I shudder at the sound of my name falling from those cherry lips. \"Come…aah…come here, Lanii.\" I gulp. My body complies , though my brain doesn’t quite catch up with the action until I bump into the table, my eyes never leaving the dark-haired beauty before me. She continues to please herself, her stormy eyes watching me with a strange glint. I shiver at that look . Aroused but terrified I reach a shaky hand up to brush the ebony bangs out of her face, eager to see more of that look. I feel rather than hear myself sigh longingly. I almost miss the vibrant red strands. Almost.

\"Touch me.\" It was not a request. But I am happy to comply. I move my hand to the back of her head with a smirk. Tightening my grasp I roughly pull her up to me, into a passionate kiss. She whimpers at the burning pain in her scalp, only succeeding in making me pull harder. I roughly force my tongue past her lips and deep into her hot cavern, tasting her. Gods she tastes like summer rain. I plunge deeper, desperate for more of that addictive flavor. She tries --without much effort-- to free herself from my brutal grasp , so I lightly nip at her bottom lip, chastising her. She gasps at the sudden bit of pain and I bite harder, desperately needing to hear more. She moans loudly into my mouth. I soon join her as her rich, tangy blood fills my mouth, though it was a bit muted. I taste some, but force the rest into her mouth, wanting my koi to know just how delectable she tastes.

Deciding that’s enough, and realizing we were both in desperate need of air, I pull away. Kik looks up at me, greedily taking large gulps of air, and tries to glare, but fails. I knew she couldn’t stay angry with me, besides, she enjoyed it, too. That’s when I look down and realize she hadn’t stopped fucking herself with the orange popsicle and had , in-fact, came. She really enjoyed it. I look back up at her, a mischievous grin playing on my usually somber face. She blushes adorably. I can’t help myself as I reach up, pinching her cheeks lightly and trying --not very successfully-- to bite back a laugh.

\"Aww. How cute.\" She growls at me lightly (and, dammit, cutely) and turns her head to capture my fore-finger between her teeth. I gasp as she bites down only a little too hard. Unable to bite back a whimper as she swirls her tongue, gently licking the abused area in an attempt to apologize. Or to tease me. Whatever. Kik never apologizes. Not even when she accidentally shrunk my favorite stuffed animal in the wash. Monkey will never be the same again, I think sadly, shaking my head at the memory. I didn’t tell her why I was so upset about it though (even if she did think I was a little daft for getting so riled up over a \"stupid stuffed toy\") and I never would. My eyes darken slightly when I am reminded of the reason I was so upset today. All the emotion and whirlwind of fear and heartache…along with the shameful relief. I force myself to suppress a sob.

Kik must have sensed the change in my demeanor because she stops her task and looks up at me with too-innocent, questioning eyes.

\"What’s wrong, Babe?\" I can’t tell her.

\"Nothing, koi.\" I shake my head and smile reassuringly, feeling better and slightly warm as she smiles brightly back. I push down a sudden rush of emotion. Kik doesn’t press, though some worry still lingers in her half-lidded eyes. I kiss her eyelids softly, reaching down between her legs. I am suddenly bent on making her forget, though this is supposed to be comfort sex for me. I bring the dripping popsicle stick to my mouth, extending my tongue to catch a few stray drops before taking the entire frozen treat into my mouth --or what was left of it anyway, most of it having already melted from the unyielding warmth it was subjected to. Kik’s eyes cloud with unbridled lust as I lick my lips, moaning at the taste of her and wanting more. I swear I heard her whimper.

\"Please.\"

I swallow. \"What?\"

She looks down. \"P-please,\" her voice barely above a whisper, eyes shut tightly. I can tell she’s mentally berating herself for stuttering. Kik never shows any kind of weakness. Not if she can help it. And she never begs. But I guess she is now. I stand there amazed for a second, then grin cockily, throwing the bare popsicle stick over my shoulder,
\"Well, I aim to please.\" She looks at me for a moment, then snorts and commences to laugh her ass off. What?! If she can be cheesy so can I, right? I chuckle softly, too, and lean down to capture a dusky nipple in my mouth, kneeling on a chair. She gasps harshly at the unexpected pleasure. I kneed the small of her back with one hand, while slipping the other between her legs. She moans gutturally as I quickly shove three fingers into her slick entrance, thrusting them in and out deeply, before removing them. I bring them to her pouty mouth and shudder as she flicks her wet tongue out to lick the glistening tips, before taking all three completely through those sensual lips. She nips the tips slightly, sucking down to the knuckle before

sliding them out, scraping the over-sensitized skin with her pearly teeth. Her eyes flicker shut and my own widen slightly when I hear her moan throatily, wholly focused on her ministrations and clearly enjoying the taste of her own essence. Gods, doesn’t she know what she’s doing to me?

I slide my fingers out of her mouth and shake my head when she cocks her head, looking at me questioningly.

\"Maybe we should move this to the bedroom?\" I feel her nails scrap along the inside of my thigh. \"Now.\"

She squeals loudly as I lift up, carrying her bridal-style in my arms.

\"Whoa!\"

THUNK

\"…ow…\"

\"Oh my god, are you okay?!\" I pretend not hear the barely-contained giggles in her voice.

\"Juuust peachy.\" I hear her snort. \"Glad to know you care.\"

I rub the tender bump on my head, taking turns glaring at the offending hanging-lamp and her.

I growl slightly as I hear her snicker. \"That’s it!\"

\"Aaah!\" she shrieks as I run into the bedroom, promptly throwing her down on the bed ignoring the dull

thump when she bumps her head against the headboard…she deserved it dammit.

I smirk when she looks up at me all pouty and adorably dishevelled....until i\'m flipped over dizzyingly quick and am in fact faced with the most chilling grin i\'ve ever seen.

\"Um....\" I begin to sit up to ask just what the hell My Bitch thinks she\'s doing, when I realize I can\'t move my limbs. I look and she that somehow in the two seconds it took for me to land on my back and make the world stop spinning she managed to tie up both my hands to the sides of the bed with some kind of rough material I couldn\'t even make out in the dimly lit bedroom. I look up at her defiently \'til I see That LookTM that meant Kik was horny and if anyone stands in her way they would get hurt....now it all depends on the person\'s willingness whether the pain would be enjoyable or not.

So I decide to lay back and accept my fate....a few bites and scratches..how bad could it be........

-- 40 minutes later --


Oh. My. God.

I writhe desperately on the bed, trying to escape the harsh restrictions of the unforgiving restraints wrists, the fabric rubbing the skin raw and I wonder distantly if it will scar. Time seems to have stopped in this humid place of stifling warmth and slow torture. I struggle to raise my voice enough to beg for release..for....something......but i\'ve long since lost voice, nevermind the ability to form complete thoughts.

I moan throatily as I feel her hot hands sliding up my thighs once more, gently slipping under the skirt she forced me to wear today. My eyes feel heavy as I watch half-lidded as she lowers her head, gritting my teeth when she begins to bites all around my femoral artery. I refuse to make a sound, to show my pleasure, even as she reaches up and begins to gently caress my breast through my shirt. They aren’t normally one of my erogenous zones, but just the feeling of her warm touch on me is enough to make me gasp. She licks and plants sloppy kisses over the molested area. I moan, half of me wishing she would just bite down and finish me off, for I think I would die if this torture were to continue. She looks up at me sympathetically, sensing my obvious discomfort, before suddenly lowering her head and biting savagely into a sensitive spot on my hip. I cry out, unable to maintain my indifferent façade any longer and glower down at her --even though I know she can’t see me-- when I feel her grin cockily against my thigh. I\'m almost glad i\'m binded to the bedframe, fastened to tightly to slap that smug look off her face…’cuz then I wouldn’t get any action.

I glare at her, dead-panned, when she sits up. I growl as I see her eyes narrow and that mockingly sweet smile melt across her face as she takes in the exposed postion i\'m in, my legs now spread around her in such a lewd manner that I blush and shudder as I acknowledge that I enjoy the dirty used feeling of having someone look at you with such blatant scrutiny.....

I\'ll only write more if you guys want me to.........^^\'