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After a long aching moment he wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist, stroking his thumb over his ribs, startlingly present, sharp through his skin. Felt like he could trace the space between them with the tip of a nail, like he could count them out and run his fingers the length of each one, storing secrets in the spac... |
A soft warm hand landed on his cheek, and his eyes fluttered open as Brian slid two fingers under his chin, a thumb dancing over his cheekbone. When Brian leaned in to kiss him it was welcome. Kravitz leaned into it, arms tightening around Brian incrementally, pulling him closer. He tasted like red wine when his lips p... |
Brian kissed him slow, a hand stroking from his back into his hair, sliding through it and snagging on the tangles, pressing deeper until he was cupping Kravitz’s head, holding him tight and close as he kissed him and sighed into his mouth. Brian’s hands were soft, reverent, and something in the back of Kravitz’s mind ... |
Brian dragged his lips to Kravitz’s cheek, his jaw, and Kravitz found himself tipping his head back to allow for Brian’s mouth to play at the point where his neck met his jaw. Kravitz shivered when Brian’s tongue pressed up against it, and he splayed his hands against Brian’s back. Oh, hells. That was a clever mouth. A... |
"Gods..." he murmured when Brian pulled away and took up his drink. Kravitz took a deliberate breath and picked up his own glass, trying to stop his mind from running off. |
"It has been a while, hmm?" Brian smirked into his drink, eyebrows dancing, eyes seeming darker and heavier than before. They seemed to bore right into Kravitz, pinning him in place, and he found himself draining his drink, pouring the both of them another. They were going to be through with the bottle in short order. |
"I don’t think I’m at liberty to discuss that, Mr Brian." |
Brian snickered, sipping from the full glass and setting it aside before lifting his hand to Kravitz’s cheek and leaning back in, capturing his lips with a mouth that tasted freshly like wine. It was a deep messy kiss that had their tongues pushing up against each other, drawing a shudder (finally) from Brian. He moved... |
Gods, he was getting hard. He could feel it, under the weight of Brian’s thigh, the way the drow pressed down against him, shifting in a lazy twist as he pulled him in for another kiss, no intentions of slowing down any time soon. |
"You like it?" Brian murmured against his lips, opening his eyes just a little, so all Kravitz could see was his lashes, expression dreamy and contented and so so pleased with himself. |
"I... you’re very good at this." |
"I know," Brian breathed, lips parted as he chuckled softly. |
Kravitz ran a hand up into Brian’s hair, pushing it out of his face and tucking it behind his ear. Brian leaned into the touch, and Kravitz cupped his cheek, thumb stroking over his cheekbone, admiring how he looked with his eyes shut and his lips parted, leading to some very unholy thoughts as Brian’s tongue slid over... |
Kravitz leaned towards him, hand against Brian’s cheek, guiding his head back to expose his neck, and kissed it slowly. The noise this drew out of Brian had Kravitz squirming in uncomfortably tight trousers; a full-throated moan as Kravitz’s teeth brushed against his skin. Brian shifted against him, thigh pressing down... |
Kravitz ran his thumb over the thin material of what had once passed for Brian’s pants. Torn in places, probably snagged on rocks, the skin underneath was perfect and smooth and soft to the touch when his thumb skimmed it, and the way Brian arched his back when he pushed his hand up his thigh made Kravitz want to go fu... |
"Are you OK with...?" |
"Mmm, yes, yes, God yes." Brian rocked against him, kissing him hungrily, tongue flicking into his mouth, ass pressing against cock through his pants; way too many layers of clothing for Kravitz to be happy with in that moment. He felt hot, burning hot, and with a mumble of apology he took his hands off Brian just long... |
Brian’s hands returned to Kravitz’s chest, pushing him back as he shifted slightly on his lap, relieving the pressure that Kravitz missed the second it was gone. He tried to lean closer when Brian pulled away, but was shoved back into the chair with more strength than he would have expected the spindly drow to possess.... |
Kravitz’s eyes went wide when Brian got down on his knees, hands pressing Kravitz’s thighs apart as he went for his belt, tongue pressed to his lips. |
"Brian, you don’t-" Kravitz leant forwards, eyes wide, pressing a hand to his cheek. "You don’t have to, it’s fine, really, don’t feel like you need to-" He cut himself off with a choked noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan as Brian turned his head to kiss his wrist and palm. They locked eyes, and Brian took Kr... |
"Do you want me to?" Brian asked, hand slowing, pausing for permission. |
Kravitz was dumbstruck, struggling for words, only knowing how incomprehensibly good the hands on him felt, and how warm and soft Brian’s mouth had been, and how bad he wanted it on him again. |
"Kravitz. Come on, now, use your words." Brian smirked, squeezing him slowly, earning a moan. |
"Yes, yes, oh fuck, I want it, I do..." |
Brian’s smirk grew. He began undoing Kravitz’s belt slowly, palm pressed to the hardness in his pants until he had them pulled down over his hips. Having caught his underwear along with them, Brian slipped them both down his thighs. Brian’s eyes glinted in the low light of the dancing fire pit when they finally came sk... |
"Easy," Brian almost purred. "Come on, now, this is supposed to be fun." |
Brian parted his lips, sliding his tongue along the length and planting a light teasing kiss to the tip. He worked slowly, grinning every time he glanced up and caught Kravitz’s eyes. It took too much teasing and light kisses for him to finally take the head into his mouth, sucking softly, dark lips pressed as Kravitz ... |
"God, you’re good, feels so good..." Kravitz whispered, brushing Brian’s hair from his face. Brian grinned up at him and twisted his hand around Kravitz’s spit-slick cock, giggling as he made another helpless noise, hand going tight in his hair. Brian groaned, stroking Kravitz harder, nodding his head and leaning away ... |
"Yes, just like that, that’s good..." Brian murmured, eyes heavy lidded as Kravitz squeezed his hand tighter in his hair. Brian moaned loud, spreading his thighs further so his tabard spilled between them. |
"Gods, you love it-" Kravitz moaned, a realisation he hadn’t meant to voice, but Brian nodded eagerly as he pressed his mouth up against Kravitz’s cock, sucking at him harder. "Y-you love being down on your knees for me," Kravitz ventured, cock throbbing when Brian closed his eyes and moaned, nodding, tongue working as... |
Brian had to pull off, gasping, whimpering something breathless and looking up to Kravitz, stroking him hard. |
"Fuck, yes, yes, I love it, fuck my mouth, please, please." Brian opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Kravitz’s cock, soft and warm and full and wet, his own hand straying between his thighs as he moaned. Kravitz gathered up Brian’s hair in one hand, pulling on it firm and hard. |
Fuck, god, Brian was a mess, spit slicking down his chin as he gasped, tongue pressed to Kravitz’s cock, hand stroking faster, moaning as Kravitz’s hips bucked up into his mouth. Kravitz held Brian’s hair tight and watched as Brian’s eyes stayed heavy lidded, a hand under his tabard trying to grant himself some relief.... |
Brian’s hair was fucking everywhere, falling out of the grip in Kravitz’s hand as he twisted it around his fingers, yanking against his scalp and sending shivers down his spine, cock throbbing in his hand as he looked up at Kravitz through his lashes. He moaned when Kravitz shuddered and came in his mouth, the grip on ... |
Brian coaxed him through it, pulling away slowly and grinning up at Kravitz. Kravitz slung a hand over his eyes and breathed deep, taking a moment to lie back and reevaluate everything that had led up to this. |
"Are you quite alright, darling?" Brian chuckled, wiping his chin on the back of his arm and tapping Kravitz on the knee to draw his attention. Kravitz looked down, weary, petting mindlessly at Brian’s hair, right up until Brian opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, showing off the mouthful Kravitz had given him. |
Kravitz yelped, extremely undignified, and covered his eyes. Brian almost choked laughing, swallowing hard and reaching for the wine, taking a hard swing of it. |
"Darling, where did you think it went?" |
"You’re. Disgusting." |
Brian snickered, taking another sip of wine, enjoying the other’s afterglow far too much. Kravitz could feel the smugness reverberating off him, and wanted to sink back into the chair and never have to confront it. |
"Did you get any on my cloak?" Kravitz murmured, peering through one half-open eye. Brian cast a glance over himself and shrugged the cloak off onto the floor, letting it pool in a half-moon around him. |
"I don’t think so. You did say it yourself, I am very good at this." He sipped his drink as Kravitz collected himself. "Though I must say, I did think you’d be more interested in what was under it." |
Brian could almost see the wheels turning in Kravitz’s head, not hopped up on excitement and expectation any more. Lazy in the afterglow, he looked at Brian and raised an eyebrow. |
"If it measures up to the rest of you I’m sure it’s just fine." |
"Just fine?" Brian scoffed, draining the wine and setting the glass on the table. He reached for the edge of his tabard and started undoing the side lacing. "I’m hurt. Really, darling, just fine?" |
"Spectacular," Kravitz offered, words slow, though he was smirking. "Show-stopping. Mind blowing." He watched as Brian pulled the tabard off and cast it aside, letting it fall to the floor in a shimmer of spider shaped appliqué. |
"Hmm. That’s more like it." Brian stood up, boots hugging his calves as he pulled off his undershirt. He smiled to himself as he tossed his hair free and sighed, dropping the shirt into the pile. He stood in front of Kravitz, weight slung over one foot, hands up in his hair. "I do still think we can do better?" |
"I’m sure we can," Kravitz murmured, thighs still spread, watching Brian move with a low smile. "How about gorgeous? Or is that too easy?" |
"I’ll accept it but you are on thin ice," Brian said, setting his hands on the arms of the chair and leaning over Kravitz; hair cascading over his shoulders, smirking until Kravitz set a hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him, slow, savouring it. |
"My apologies," Kravitz murmured, setting a hand on Brian’s waist, thumb stroking the bare skin there. Flawless. Kravitz pushed one hand into Brian’s hair, gathering it out of his face. The other he trailed across Brian’s chest, fingertips light over his breast bone, skimming to the side to brush his nipple. Kravitz pr... |
Brian whimpered, a sound entirely too weak and needy, and turned his head to kiss Kravitz’s neck. Ardent, desperate. "Please..." Brian whispered, whimpering again when Kravitz kissed his ear once more; light, teasing, dragging his tongue along the edge. |
"Sensitive?" Kravitz said, voice low, hand on Brian’s shoulder, admiring his smooth grey skin that shifted over what was left of his muscles. Brian nodded, lips parted and breathless. Kravitz kissed his jaw, sliding both hands up to cup his face and guide him closer. "Come on. Let me have you." He let Brian climb into ... |
"Talk to me," Kravitz said, finger and thumb catching Brian’s jaw, making him meet his gaze. His eyes were wide and dark, lips flushed, chest rising and falling with shallow flutters. Kravitz could feel Brian’s heart pounding in his chest, see the pulse fluttering in his throat, and he wanted to chase it with his lips. |
"Fuck me. Please." Brian gasped, arching closer, pressing his ass into Kravitz’s hands. |
"Brian, I just came, I’m not fucking anything for a few hours." |
"That sounds like a you problem, does it not?" Brian growled back through gritted teeth. "It’s not my fault-" |
"I think you’ll find it’s entirely your fault." |
Brian whined spectacularly, interrupting himself with a gasp when Kravitz slipped a hand under his trousers, fingers resting between the curve of his ass. |
Kravitz raised an eyebrow. "You like that?" |
"Mmm-hmm." Brian nodded, gasping against Kravitz’s cheek, cock throbbing in his pants. |
"You want me to fuck you with my fingers?" |
"God, oh God, yes, please." He bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut as Kravitz teased his fingertips over him, skimming, never going that little bit further, and driving him absolutely mad. |
"I don’t have any lubricant," Kravitz said, pausing a second. "Not here. I don’t... need it often." |
"Don’t you stop." Brian gritted his teeth and looked up at Kravitz, eyes dark. "Don’t you dare." |
"I’m absolutely not doing it dry. No way. We can do something else, I’m not hurting you." |
Brian pulled away with a noise that sounded like it hurt. He clambered off Kravitz’s lap, going to his pile of clothes. Kravitz leaned back in his chair, sighing, mulling over the fact that it had been nice while it lasted, until Brian pulled a book out of the pile. |
A fucking grimoire. |
"Brian, what is-" |
Brian scowled at the pages, swaying a little in place as he walked back over to stand in front of Kravitz, brows furrowing as he flipped to conjuration, muttering to himself. "Ice slick... no... vibrations, hmm. No. Ah. Grease." |
He looked far too happy with the word "grease"; head snapping up, eyes fixed on Kravitz, whose thighs snapped together on reflex. |
"Slick grease covers the target for up to a ten foot square centered on a point within range and turns it into difficult terrain for the duration," Brian chimed, snapping the book shut with a decisive clack, swaying his hips in time with the syllables of "difficult terrain". |
"Ten feet is, frankly, excessive," said Kravitz. |
"Up to ten feet, darling." |
"Brian, please, I don’t want you casting anything on me, you’re drunk." |
"I’m not drunk, sweet, it takes more than a single bottle of that swill to intoxicate me." He tossed the book back onto the pile of discarded clothes, cracking his knuckles and his neck. "This might be unpleasantly cold, hold tight-" |
"I swear in Her name, I will walk. Please, just conjure a bottle." |
Brian looked as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him, swirling gold magic already flittering at his fingertips. He frowned, pulled a face, and then snapped his wrist in a sharp sideways motion. A split second later he grabbed a long-necked slender glass bottle from thin air and held it out to Kravitz with a sigh. |
"You’re boring." |
"By the Gods," said Kravitz, taking the bottle and uncorking it, sniffing at the contents. He absolutely did not trust Brian in this moment, and was pleasantly surprised when the contents smelled like lavender. |
Brian pouted as he clambered back into Kravitz’s lap, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and leaning in to kiss the side of his throat, making a soft, low noise, almost an apology. Kravitz turned the bottle over in one hand, his other hand going to the back of Brian’s head to once again play through his hair softly... |
"I take it that didn’t sufficiently kill the mood?" Kravitz murmured. |
Brian snickered against his jaw. "It will take more than that," he muttered, accent extremely pronounced in this state; half-way tipsy and all-the-way horny. |
"Oh I’m glad," Kravitz said, setting the bottle aside on the table and running his hands up Brian’s thighs, listening to him make a low needy noise. Brian kissed his jaw, tongue stroking over his skin and sending shivers through him. Kravitz’s hands settled on Brian’s ass, and Brian made a noise of obvious approval, gr... |
"You want me to fuck you like this?" Kravitz murmured against his ear, a hand heavy on his hip, the other circling his thigh. Brian gasped and nodded. "You want me to pull your hair and make you cum?" |
"God, yes..." Brian gasped. Kravitz slipped a hand under his pants, moving slow and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world, and wouldn’t be spurred on by Brian gasping and arching his back, pressing up against him, moaning right near his ear. It was... Delightful. |
"I want you on your back," Kravitz said, voice low and rough, near Brian’s ear. "I want you on your back with your thighs spread for me, would you like that?" |
Brian moaned sharply, nodding, glancing around immediately for somewhere to do that, and they both settled their eyes on the dining table at the same moment. Kravitz stood, one hand on Brian’s thigh and the other on his back as he lifted him in a single swift movement, setting him down between two place settings and le... |
Brian fucking loved it. He arched off the table, pressing his chest up against Kravitz’s, thighs pulling tight around his waist, hair splayed around the table behind him, chest heaving, cheeks flushed as he reached up to undo Kravitz’s shirt buttons, loosening his tie in a fumbled motion and working on the next button ... |
Kravitz’s hands went to Brian’s trousers, palm between his thighs for a moment, smiling to himself at the noise of absolute animal desperation it drew from Brian, whose fingers stuttered and stalled at the last few shirt buttons. It came off with three sharp pops as the buttons flew across the table, never to be seen a... |
Kravitz shrugged it off, struggling out of it as he kissed Brian hard, tongue stroking against his lips and fumbling for the buttons at the side of Brian’s trousers, undoing them with a well practiced dexterity. The pants came halfway down until he ran into the boots, cursing, struggling with the laces and yanking them... |
Brian almost howled, throwing his head back, gasping, pleading, fingers knotting in Kravitz’s hair and yanking on it as he bucked his hips up, stilled by a heavy hand. Kravitz glanced up at him, smirking against his skin, and let go with a grin to himself, his fang marks clearly pressed against the skin and a dark brui... |
"Fuck, fuck, Kravitz, please, please, not fair, this, this isn’t fair," Brian panted. Kravitz smoothed a hand over the mark, Brian whimpering as the sting was brought up fresh and sharp, shuddering and tipping his head back, showing off his throat. |
"You’re so fucking beautiful," Kravitz growled against Brian’s throat, kissing him again, teeth pressed to him as he held his thigh tight against his hip, glancing over to the bottle still sitting on the side and drawing it closer. Brian’s eyes went wide when he saw it. Kravitz pulled away and stood up straighter, unco... |
The contents of the bottle spilled out over Kravitz’s fingers, beautifully, perfectly slick and iridescent in the low light. He set the bottle aside and leaned over Brian again, stroking two fingers over Brian’s ass, in the curve between his cheeks, and felt him shudder in anticipation. Brian’s cheeks were flushed, and... |
"Greedy," Kravitz muttered, circling his fingers around as Brian whimpered, thighs spread under him, cock hard against his belly. |
"Please, Kravitz, please..." he whispered, breath coming hot and fast, and when Kravitz finally sank a finger into him he gasped sharply, biting his bottom lip and pressing his nails into Kravitz’s shoulders. |
"Relax," Kravitz murmured, rocking his finger into him. Brian moaned, rocking his hips with it, digging his heels into Kravitz’s lower back and moving with him. He kissed him, Brian trying to go hard and fast and full of teeth while Kravitz pushed him to slow down, pressing a second finger in alongside the first and fu... |
Brian panted against Kravitz’s lips, body rolling in time with the thrusts, gasping when he felt Kravitz’s fingers hilt in him, looking up at him with eyes bright, teeth worrying at his lower lip, moaning softly. |
The oil stayed slick, spilling over Kravitz’s fingers and dripping on the table, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when Brian looked this good writhing under him, felt so hot and tight around his fingers, sounded so good, voice echoing around the walls of the great dining room. Brian kissed him, desperate... |
"Fuck, ah, Kravitz, Kravitz, I-" He gasped when Kravitz snapped his hand up against him harder. Brian clenched around him, shuddering, writhing, shoulders pressing back into the dark wood of the table as he lost himself in the moment, in the cool air of the huge echoic room. Every moment dripped with sparks shuddering ... |
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