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letterbladeYeah, this took forever. Actual smut is hard to write for many reasons, and I've been busy, and I kept on waiting for a chance to run it by my roommate because she is the lubrication police. But I've finally got the next installment.
They went shag.
But I feel like the characterization took a vacation. More so than in some other smut I've dabbled in over time. Meh. But I suppose that's what revision is for. And other people's opinions.
NC-17, rough sex, etcetera etcetera.
Lucius rose, stretching out his legs with an inner sigh of relief--it had been years since he'd had to kneel. Dare I prolong this yet further? Oh, I think I dare. I have dared so much already. And so, instead of simply vanishing the lot, he began to slide off his clothing, languidly removing layer after layer of black wool, maroon brocade, gray satin, dragonhide boots, the stiff silk ribbon that bound his hair, until he stood naked before his helplessly aroused captive.
"Please," Tom said again, barely a whisper.
"Please what?" Lucius' voice was not much louder, but it was steel. He stood naked as confidently as he'd been clothed, and he felt Tom's eyes wandering over his body, compactly muscular and startlingly fit for his age, over the fall of blond hair now loose on his shoulders and the cock that bobbed untended and powerfully erect. Lucius kept his arms folded lightly over his chest, a very conscious display of nonchalance.
"Touch me." Tom licked his lips, and a shiver ran through his body. He was hesitating, he was embarrassed, he knew he was showing weakness but he simply could not pull himself together. Lucius almost allowed his smile to reach his face; then he reached for his walking stick, the polished wood sliding through his bare hands, and, still maintaining his distance, ran the back of the snake's head handle down the side of Tom's face, cool and unyielding silver against deliciously flushed skin. A ragged gasp escaped the boy, and he tugged sharply at the chains again. "I mean your hands--" So Lucius took a step closer, sliding the smooth black wood of the walking stick across Tom's throat now, and one cold finger brushed his shoulder. Tom's next words seemed to spill out of him against his will. "Your mouth--" So Lucius forced his head back with the walking stick and planted a kiss on the hollow at the base of his neck, just the barest brush of lips. "Your--your cock--anything--please!"
A sharp gasp as Lucius bit down fiercely, and smiled as he did, so that the curve of it was pressed against Tom's skin. Then the walking stick dropped away from his throat and Lucius stepped back, the smile already vanished, and inclined his head graciously, his hair sliding over his shoulder.
"I suppose that will have to do," he said, then reached into the reality of the place and simply removed the chains and cuffs that bound Tom; they vanished entirely with a faint burst of yellow light. Taken by surprise, Tom swayed for a moment, off-balance, then crumpled to his knees, looking faintly shocked at their refusal to support him. Lucius took a step closer and ran his hand through his hair and over the nape of his neck, as a man might pat a dog. And, as if it was easy, he tampered again with reality to create a plain, worn wooden table nearby. Nothing soft, not for him, not now.
"If you wish to continue," Lucius said quietly, "you will have to go to that table, bend over, and hold still. Do not even think of coming."
He felt Tom shiver beneath his hand, but then the boy rose, without meeting his eyes, and did as he was told, bending over to lie from waist up on the worn wood, even spreading his legs--whether intentionally or not, Lucius could not tell. But he almost allowed himself another smile--for he'd been fucked over a desk himself, of course, and knew what it was to have one's cock trapped between belly and wood, and Tom held still, not seeking friction for the sake of blessed release.
Any other boy I'd have to tie down.
Lucius paused, his hand hovering an inch from his own cock, then concentrated and twisted reality so as to slick himself without touching himself--it was even more convenient than the spell. Tom was not the only one being denied today, after all; Lucius was doing his best to ignore his own fierce arousal, saving everything for the moment when he finally took him, and not a moment before. The mere sight of him--that beautiful body, all pale skin and smooth muscle, spread naked over the table like that--sent another impossible surge of blood to Lucius' cock.
This is not going to last long.
Tom rearranged himself with a shiver to rest his head on one of his arms.
"Be still." Lucius ambled over to him, then ran one hand lightly over his terribly exposed arse. Tom trembled under his touch, and gasped slightly as Lucius' fingers trailed down to brush over his opening. Lucius nudged his ankle with one bare foot, forcing his legs further apart. "Are you utterly a virgin? Have you ever put anything up there?"
"A finger or two, when I was--when I..."
"Good. That will make it less painful." As Lucius spoke, he lubricated Tom as well, drawing the thick liquid out of thin air by sheer will, and then slid one finger inside of him, worming against the pressure even as Tom squirmed against him, his movements delightful yet frustrating. "Not that it will be entirely comfortable, naturally. Be still." Lucius pinched one buttock quite hard, and Tom froze with a startled gasp. He forced another finger inside the boy, then waited, listening to his ragged panting slowly subside as he accustomed himself to it. He could feel the hard spot of the prostate under the pad of one finger, and he pushed, and the breath left Tom's body in a desperate hiss of pleasure.
"Hurry," Tom whispered. "Please."
"The faster I do this, the more it will hurt," Lucius said calmly.
"I don't care," Tom hissed, gritting his teeth as Lucius began to introduce a third finger.
"As you wish," Lucius murmured.
A mistake, perhaps? Naturally this boy sees any kindness, even this, as weakness. Yet I do not want to give him more pain than pleasure--I still need him, and taking him as I would take an enemy would be taking everything much too far...
"Do it!" Tom growled, even as the muscles around Lucius' fingers tightened greedily.
He will bleed. But would he want it any other way?
Lucius drew a deep breath, then moved to replace his fingers with the head of his cock, easing it past the tight ring of muscle. Pleasure washed through him; Tom gasped and struggled and squirmed beneath him. He drew another deep breath and thrust, burying himself deep, and heard a hoarse cry from Tom that sounded as if it had been forced out of him. Lucius leaned most of his weight on top of the boy, steadying himself against the delicious rush of pleasure. Tom was wonderfully tight, with little gasps in the back of his throat and sweat beading on his forehead. For a moment they were silent, still, one unable to move and one not yet daring to, Lucius' lips brushing the nape of Tom's neck.
"What," Tom panted finally, "happened to 'Master'?"
Lucius rocked to the balls of his bare feet and squirmed forward so his mouth was inches from Tom's ear.
"Always," he whispered, a hissing, half-mocking promise shaking with lust. "Master."
Then, moving just enough to get the leverage he needed, he slid most of the way out and slammed back in. Tom let out a little cry and jerked beneath him as if trying to buck him off, powerful muscles spasming in that terrible need to move that accompanies intense pleasure and pain.
"After all," Lucius added in a murmur before pushing himself back to stand upright, "you asked for this."
He raked his hands down Tom's back, and Tom squirmed violently, seeking freedom or friction or anything. Lucius smacked him hard across the shoulders, then leaned the side of his arm on the small of his back, pinning him against the table.
"Be still!" He thrust again, felt Tom straining to move--whether towards or away from the cock impaling him, he couldn't tell.
A hissing tumble of words came from the squirming boy beneath him, of which "going to come" was the only part he could or needed to understand.
"You'll come when it's time," Lucius murmured. "The longer you wait the better it will be." His tone was almost soothing, only an edge of roughness leaking into it from the ferocity of his thrusts. An incoherent protest from Tom, and he smacked him again. "Do I need to tie it off and pull your balls back so you can't?" He punctuated that with a powerful thrust and a deep grinding of hips, and let up on his arm just a little so Tom's hips moved as well, rubbing his cock against the table, and he let out a half-strangled scream.
"Please!"
A fierce smile rose on Lucius' face.
"No to that little threat, I assume."
"N-no--I--" Lucius cut him off mercilessly.
"I know what you want." He leaned even more weight on his arm, making sure Tom's hips stayed still as he bucked helplessly beneath him. "Soon--" He broke off with a low groan as Tom squeezed down fiercely around him. His legs were starting to shake; he leaned his other arm against the table, panting, and his hair swung into his face. He could barely hold himself back anymore, never mind Tom.
It's been long enough.
He moved the arm that pinned Tom's back.
"Move, then," he whispered, and it was hoarse and ragged. Tom bucked violently beneath him--he could see the muscles working on his back--stabbed himself back fiercely, then reached one hand down between his legs, struggling for enough room to get a grip. Lucius swatted his hand away and seized his cock himself, and Tom dug his nails into the table, gave one last desperate jerk of hips, and came with a cry, long and hard, his back arching like a bow. Lucius moaned as that arse clenched around him, and took a moment to fling his head back and close his eyes and let pleasure wash uncontrolled through his body, and his orgasm soon followed, a long-awaited moment of delicious abandon.
Legs shaking, panting, Lucius leaned against the table, barely having the presence of mind to slide out of the suddenly boneless body beneath him. Tom gave a long, low groan as he left.
So, Lucius thought distantly, recollecting his thoughts in the wake of white-hot pleasure, it has been done.
There was really not much else to be done, not until Tom had recovered, reacted, done something, so he merely stood there, waiting. After several long minutes, Tom slowly pulled himself all the way onto the table, legs shaking, and rolled over. The whole front of his body was seared a fading red from being pressed against the wood, and his belly was spattered with white; his face was still flushed, a hint of tears on his eyelashes, his hair mussed and sweat-damp with that old-fashioned side-swept curl stuck to one temple. Lucius pulled himself up onto the table and poured himself on top of him, melding their bodies together from head to toe. He could still feel Tom shaking slightly beneath him, feel the sweat starting to dry; his own hair straggled across his shoulders and Tom's, strands of blond spidering over black waves.
Tom drew breath as if to say something, so Lucius kissed him, very deeply, and they lay there for a long while, plastered together with sweat and cruelty, barely able to breathe.
They went shag.
But I feel like the characterization took a vacation. More so than in some other smut I've dabbled in over time. Meh. But I suppose that's what revision is for. And other people's opinions.
NC-17, rough sex, etcetera etcetera.
Within These Pages... (5)
Lucius rose, stretching out his legs with an inner sigh of relief--it had been years since he'd had to kneel. Dare I prolong this yet further? Oh, I think I dare. I have dared so much already. And so, instead of simply vanishing the lot, he began to slide off his clothing, languidly removing layer after layer of black wool, maroon brocade, gray satin, dragonhide boots, the stiff silk ribbon that bound his hair, until he stood naked before his helplessly aroused captive.
"Please," Tom said again, barely a whisper.
"Please what?" Lucius' voice was not much louder, but it was steel. He stood naked as confidently as he'd been clothed, and he felt Tom's eyes wandering over his body, compactly muscular and startlingly fit for his age, over the fall of blond hair now loose on his shoulders and the cock that bobbed untended and powerfully erect. Lucius kept his arms folded lightly over his chest, a very conscious display of nonchalance.
"Touch me." Tom licked his lips, and a shiver ran through his body. He was hesitating, he was embarrassed, he knew he was showing weakness but he simply could not pull himself together. Lucius almost allowed his smile to reach his face; then he reached for his walking stick, the polished wood sliding through his bare hands, and, still maintaining his distance, ran the back of the snake's head handle down the side of Tom's face, cool and unyielding silver against deliciously flushed skin. A ragged gasp escaped the boy, and he tugged sharply at the chains again. "I mean your hands--" So Lucius took a step closer, sliding the smooth black wood of the walking stick across Tom's throat now, and one cold finger brushed his shoulder. Tom's next words seemed to spill out of him against his will. "Your mouth--" So Lucius forced his head back with the walking stick and planted a kiss on the hollow at the base of his neck, just the barest brush of lips. "Your--your cock--anything--please!"
A sharp gasp as Lucius bit down fiercely, and smiled as he did, so that the curve of it was pressed against Tom's skin. Then the walking stick dropped away from his throat and Lucius stepped back, the smile already vanished, and inclined his head graciously, his hair sliding over his shoulder.
"I suppose that will have to do," he said, then reached into the reality of the place and simply removed the chains and cuffs that bound Tom; they vanished entirely with a faint burst of yellow light. Taken by surprise, Tom swayed for a moment, off-balance, then crumpled to his knees, looking faintly shocked at their refusal to support him. Lucius took a step closer and ran his hand through his hair and over the nape of his neck, as a man might pat a dog. And, as if it was easy, he tampered again with reality to create a plain, worn wooden table nearby. Nothing soft, not for him, not now.
"If you wish to continue," Lucius said quietly, "you will have to go to that table, bend over, and hold still. Do not even think of coming."
He felt Tom shiver beneath his hand, but then the boy rose, without meeting his eyes, and did as he was told, bending over to lie from waist up on the worn wood, even spreading his legs--whether intentionally or not, Lucius could not tell. But he almost allowed himself another smile--for he'd been fucked over a desk himself, of course, and knew what it was to have one's cock trapped between belly and wood, and Tom held still, not seeking friction for the sake of blessed release.
Any other boy I'd have to tie down.
Lucius paused, his hand hovering an inch from his own cock, then concentrated and twisted reality so as to slick himself without touching himself--it was even more convenient than the spell. Tom was not the only one being denied today, after all; Lucius was doing his best to ignore his own fierce arousal, saving everything for the moment when he finally took him, and not a moment before. The mere sight of him--that beautiful body, all pale skin and smooth muscle, spread naked over the table like that--sent another impossible surge of blood to Lucius' cock.
This is not going to last long.
Tom rearranged himself with a shiver to rest his head on one of his arms.
"Be still." Lucius ambled over to him, then ran one hand lightly over his terribly exposed arse. Tom trembled under his touch, and gasped slightly as Lucius' fingers trailed down to brush over his opening. Lucius nudged his ankle with one bare foot, forcing his legs further apart. "Are you utterly a virgin? Have you ever put anything up there?"
"A finger or two, when I was--when I..."
"Good. That will make it less painful." As Lucius spoke, he lubricated Tom as well, drawing the thick liquid out of thin air by sheer will, and then slid one finger inside of him, worming against the pressure even as Tom squirmed against him, his movements delightful yet frustrating. "Not that it will be entirely comfortable, naturally. Be still." Lucius pinched one buttock quite hard, and Tom froze with a startled gasp. He forced another finger inside the boy, then waited, listening to his ragged panting slowly subside as he accustomed himself to it. He could feel the hard spot of the prostate under the pad of one finger, and he pushed, and the breath left Tom's body in a desperate hiss of pleasure.
"Hurry," Tom whispered. "Please."
"The faster I do this, the more it will hurt," Lucius said calmly.
"I don't care," Tom hissed, gritting his teeth as Lucius began to introduce a third finger.
"As you wish," Lucius murmured.
A mistake, perhaps? Naturally this boy sees any kindness, even this, as weakness. Yet I do not want to give him more pain than pleasure--I still need him, and taking him as I would take an enemy would be taking everything much too far...
"Do it!" Tom growled, even as the muscles around Lucius' fingers tightened greedily.
He will bleed. But would he want it any other way?
Lucius drew a deep breath, then moved to replace his fingers with the head of his cock, easing it past the tight ring of muscle. Pleasure washed through him; Tom gasped and struggled and squirmed beneath him. He drew another deep breath and thrust, burying himself deep, and heard a hoarse cry from Tom that sounded as if it had been forced out of him. Lucius leaned most of his weight on top of the boy, steadying himself against the delicious rush of pleasure. Tom was wonderfully tight, with little gasps in the back of his throat and sweat beading on his forehead. For a moment they were silent, still, one unable to move and one not yet daring to, Lucius' lips brushing the nape of Tom's neck.
"What," Tom panted finally, "happened to 'Master'?"
Lucius rocked to the balls of his bare feet and squirmed forward so his mouth was inches from Tom's ear.
"Always," he whispered, a hissing, half-mocking promise shaking with lust. "Master."
Then, moving just enough to get the leverage he needed, he slid most of the way out and slammed back in. Tom let out a little cry and jerked beneath him as if trying to buck him off, powerful muscles spasming in that terrible need to move that accompanies intense pleasure and pain.
"After all," Lucius added in a murmur before pushing himself back to stand upright, "you asked for this."
He raked his hands down Tom's back, and Tom squirmed violently, seeking freedom or friction or anything. Lucius smacked him hard across the shoulders, then leaned the side of his arm on the small of his back, pinning him against the table.
"Be still!" He thrust again, felt Tom straining to move--whether towards or away from the cock impaling him, he couldn't tell.
A hissing tumble of words came from the squirming boy beneath him, of which "going to come" was the only part he could or needed to understand.
"You'll come when it's time," Lucius murmured. "The longer you wait the better it will be." His tone was almost soothing, only an edge of roughness leaking into it from the ferocity of his thrusts. An incoherent protest from Tom, and he smacked him again. "Do I need to tie it off and pull your balls back so you can't?" He punctuated that with a powerful thrust and a deep grinding of hips, and let up on his arm just a little so Tom's hips moved as well, rubbing his cock against the table, and he let out a half-strangled scream.
"Please!"
A fierce smile rose on Lucius' face.
"No to that little threat, I assume."
"N-no--I--" Lucius cut him off mercilessly.
"I know what you want." He leaned even more weight on his arm, making sure Tom's hips stayed still as he bucked helplessly beneath him. "Soon--" He broke off with a low groan as Tom squeezed down fiercely around him. His legs were starting to shake; he leaned his other arm against the table, panting, and his hair swung into his face. He could barely hold himself back anymore, never mind Tom.
It's been long enough.
He moved the arm that pinned Tom's back.
"Move, then," he whispered, and it was hoarse and ragged. Tom bucked violently beneath him--he could see the muscles working on his back--stabbed himself back fiercely, then reached one hand down between his legs, struggling for enough room to get a grip. Lucius swatted his hand away and seized his cock himself, and Tom dug his nails into the table, gave one last desperate jerk of hips, and came with a cry, long and hard, his back arching like a bow. Lucius moaned as that arse clenched around him, and took a moment to fling his head back and close his eyes and let pleasure wash uncontrolled through his body, and his orgasm soon followed, a long-awaited moment of delicious abandon.
Legs shaking, panting, Lucius leaned against the table, barely having the presence of mind to slide out of the suddenly boneless body beneath him. Tom gave a long, low groan as he left.
So, Lucius thought distantly, recollecting his thoughts in the wake of white-hot pleasure, it has been done.
There was really not much else to be done, not until Tom had recovered, reacted, done something, so he merely stood there, waiting. After several long minutes, Tom slowly pulled himself all the way onto the table, legs shaking, and rolled over. The whole front of his body was seared a fading red from being pressed against the wood, and his belly was spattered with white; his face was still flushed, a hint of tears on his eyelashes, his hair mussed and sweat-damp with that old-fashioned side-swept curl stuck to one temple. Lucius pulled himself up onto the table and poured himself on top of him, melding their bodies together from head to toe. He could still feel Tom shaking slightly beneath him, feel the sweat starting to dry; his own hair straggled across his shoulders and Tom's, strands of blond spidering over black waves.
Tom drew breath as if to say something, so Lucius kissed him, very deeply, and they lay there for a long while, plastered together with sweat and cruelty, barely able to breathe.
To be continued...
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Date: Dec. 15th, 2002 02:25 pm (UTC)So that was the condom fairy. ;-)