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The cool hand on his way to hot stomach brought him back to reality a bit, awakening him from the haze of pleasure he had been in and he opened his eyes to see what Fugue was doing. Propping himself up on his elbows, he really believed all that people said about things like this. How it was 'mind blowing' and 'made you see stars'. He really did think his mind had just been blown away and he was fairly certain that those stars weren't far off now. Noticing the way the Musen took a moment to catch his breath, his mind instantly showed him the cause. A softly murmured apology was joined by a hand, a hand he carefully put down on Fugue's head.
He had gained back a modicum of control just now, just a little bit, but enough to not be some mindless being of pleasure. His fingers trailed through the others locks, gently brushing them away from his face. He never thought hair could be this soft...
Then Fugue's tongue got active and he gulped, sucking in a breath of air as he tried to remember the basics behind breathing. The stars were most definitely coming closer now. He wanted... something, and as he fell back against the grass, his breath irregular and chest heaving, he realised Fugue was going to get him what he wanted. There was a hand pumping him, a hot mouth sucking and that tongue kept pushing and stroking and he could feel his muscles and nerves and his entire body strain towards that one thing before it happened. That pit of heat, that centre of his being was going directly to his groin, hitting him like a runaway train with no chance to stop it.
A stangled sort of gasp or moan wrenched itself from his throat and his head snapped back onto the floor, leaving him disorientated for mere seconds before the stars came out. A feeling of intense and pure pleasure overcame him and his eyes rolled back into his head as he had an orgasm for the very first time in his life. Incoherent words tumbled from his lips as he tried to give voice to his feelings but failed, the world was spinning in and out of focus and his fingers had pierced the earth underneath him, tearing out big clumps of dirt and grass as he spasmed.
"Fu- Fugue..." Needing a moment to catch his breath and get of off that ridiculous high he was on. Thankfully, he found his brain functions return to him quite a lot faster then he had anticipated, though with it came a strange lethargy that he hadn't felt in centuries. He couldn't fall into his meditative rest now, though. He had been given something, a gift, if you would. And he desired to return it. His shin was pressed up against the inside of Fugue's thigh and he could feel that the other man was still aroused. Tugging lightly on Fugue's sleeves he pulled the other up until they faced each other and kissed him. "I want to do that. May I?"
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He was paying close attention to the details (or, as close as his current position and state of mind allowed him to, anyway), so Alexander’s orgasm didn’t come as a surprise. But even despite that, Fugue found his throat blocking when he could feel the Peace Keeper’s warm essence seep into his mouth, pulling back as far as he could without having to release him, Fugue gathered all of it into his mouth so he could spit it out on the grass before the other tugged him back upwards. Their kiss was soft, a perfect ending to a perfect peak – Fugue could feel his own body shudder, unsatisfied and tense after pleasuring the other.
His lips were sensitive, the mere brushing of Alexander’s against them having his breath intensify. His hands balled to fists on the grass, on either side of Alexander’s hips. Now he had brought the other to his peak, his body seemed to realize the gravity of the situation and his own arousal hit him like a ton of bricks. His skin was suddenly very sensitive, Fugue sentient of every detail around him: the way Alexander’s breath fell onto his lips, his hands on his body, the hard ground underneath his hands and knees and the excruciating tightness of his clothes.
Alexander’s question made Fugue’s gut tighten, wanting to scream “Yes, yes!” at the other, but he settled for a kiss that was a little more passionate than the one they had before. He felt a need to be closer to Alexander, to ask of him to help him find release as well, but he had never intended for it to be like this. Even so, his body couldn’t help the state that it was in and he longed for a touch, a kiss, anything. His hands came up to tug at the collar of Alexander’s jacket, shifting their weight to the side so they could roll over, his weight crunching the grass Alexander hadn’t flattened yet. Fugue pulled the Peace Keeper on top of him, a deep kiss answering for him as he panted and pushed up against the other. He felt needy and a little ashamed that he did. But Alexander didn’t seem to mind. Regaining a small piece of his mind, Fugue answered between kisses: “You don’t have to push yourself, Alexander.” He didn’t think the other was, but he had wanted to get that clear anyway.
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Sun Jul 18, 2010 8:48 pm |
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The rolling around caught him by surprise, but for some odd reason the fact that Fugue told him not to push himself didn't. He smiled lightly at the one now below him and gave him a quick peck on the lips before leaning down and letting his tongue lap at the throat offered to him. "This is not pushing myself. I may be new to this and slightly... okay, more then a little naive when it comes to things like this, but don't ever think anyone can make me do something I do not wish to do."
A mischievous glint shone in his eyes as he lightly bit down on an earlobe before licking it and he chuckled softly. "Think of this as me learning. Learning how to please another. So you'll have to tell me when I do something wrong or right, okay?" This was the best research he had ever done. Without a doubt. He could feel inhibitions that had been there for centuries break away at the mere touch of this Musen.
Playfulness he had never before had suddenly rose to the surface. It was like a different him was emerging from the wreckage his body became when he reached that starry place just now. And he was free to rebuild himself into a more passionate being. Something that cared about more then just observing and making notes. Of course, all of these experiences would be written down as soon as he found the time, but still.
His hands pushed the others shirt up until it bunched underneath his chin and he nudged the arms up a bit so that he could take it off. It restricted him too much. Then, slowly but surely, he licked, nipped and sucked his way down Fugue's body, much like Fugue had done to him earlier. His hands were caressing the man's side until he reached the loose trousers. And a good thing Fugue was wearing them because anything else would have no doubt been incredibly painful by now.
Lifting his eyes to look at the others face, hoping he'd see approval and pleasure there, he carefully pulled the fabric up and away from his companions erection, eyeing it with a hint of trepidation. How was he going to do this? Well, what Fugue did to him probably worked the other way around as well. Taking hold of the base, he stroked once, twice, experimentally, keeping his eyes on Fugue's face. Curiosity got the best of him then and he leaned forward to steal a quick lick from the tip. Salty. Rolling the new flavour around on his tongue, he cocked his head to the side, keeping up a steady stroke with his right hand as he pondered whether or not he liked the taste.
Frowning slightly he settled himself more comfortably in between the Musen's legs, taking of the linen pants completely. A long lick over the inner thigh presented to him confirmed his thoughts. "The liquid leaking out of your penis has a taste that resembles the taste of your body, but then heavier. More..." His mind searched for the words but he was unable to voice his thoughts. With a shrug he figured he'd get it later and he propped himself up on his elbows to complete the task he had given himself.
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Mon Jul 19, 2010 9:38 pm |
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Fugue’s ears had always been one of his most sensitive spots. The lobes, but especially the tips were the most erogenous zones of his body. So when Alexander lightly bit down onto one of his ears, Fugue couldn’t help the sudden gasp of air that escaped him, a small sound accompanying it. It made him stand on edge, his skin tingling and those red threads tightening.
He mindlessly worked with the other as he pressed Fugue to remove his shirt, the warmth fabric a loss to his body. But it was replaced with the warmth of the Peace Keeper’s body; his lips, teeth and tongue warming Fugue’s naked chest, as his warm breath ghosted over the plains of his abdomen and tickled his belly button. It made the muscles underneath the skin contract, presenting Alexander with an ever changing scape to explore. Fugue had always been known to be light on his feet, constantly moving as if he were dancing – and this situation was no different. Muscles flexing and rolling, contracting and relaxing, hands groping and stroking and petting, legs trying to find some sort of support or resistance to push up against: the muzen was a writhing, squirming mass of pleasure.
When Alexander pulled the rest of his clothes away, Fugue suddenly felt terribly exposed. The night air was cool and even though darkness blanketed them, the muzen could feel a need to cover himself rise up to the surface. His hands twitched to pull Alexander back up to wrap himself in the warmth of his body, but the quick and light swipe of a tongue over his erection had him lose that thought altogether. The one thing that remained was his mind voicing his pleasure in an incoherent and maybe a little high-pitched mewl, Fugue clapping both of his hands over his mouth in fright. He pressed them down on his own lips to keep from making the sound again as Alexander completely removed his pants.
The muscles of his upper leg grew strained when Alexander tasted it, the sensation of his tongue trailing the skin mirrored by a delightful prickly feeling that trailed further than the original movement, a kind of pleasure that settled itself at the center of his groin. It swirled there, growing and churning in time with Alexander’s strokes. His words made Fugue’s face flush hotly with embarrassment, squinting his eyes shut and shaking his head in a negative. He dared to speak, but only from between twitching fingers and only softly as he huffed: “Don’t say things like that, Alexander . . . it’s terribly embarrassing.”
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Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:35 pm |
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The evening had gone so much further then he had ever imagined an evening to go. Never had he ever been subject to the roller coaster of emotions and... well, sensations and feelings he was experiencing. Even now, when he was not on the receiving end of another's ministrations like earlier, he felt his stomach churn in a pleasant way, blood still close to the boiling point and making his ears rush.
He wasn't quite sure what he thought of the hot and heavy flesh between his lips, but he did appreciate the way his tongue could make the Muzen sing a completely different tune then his usual. His soft, pleading voice and the whispered reply to his observations made Alexander chuckle lightly before he applied his mind to the task in front of him.
Fugue had used suction and his tongue for pressure. Tentatively hollowing his cheeks and sucking lightly, he could feel the flesh twitching slightly. As he added his tongue into the equation and then some bobbing of his head, he found that while it looked difficult, it was actually quite easy to do. So he kept repeating the bobbing motion with his head and the slight pressure thing with his tongue until he wanted to try something different. Angle change. Looking down at the Muzen, he wondered if it would all fit.
Just out of curiosity he relaxed his throat as if he were doing his meditative exercises and bend over a bit more, taking in all of the Muzen's erection. When he finished, he took a moment to figure out how breathing went again and then swallowed to get rid of the strange feeling.
[obviously Alexander is to cool to have a gag-reflex >_>]
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Alexander was ruthless. He didn’t give Fugue a chance to recover from the flood of sensations that washed over him by introducing a new form of constant warm and wet pressure around his member. Fugue bucked up into the touch, the muscles of his legs spasming and pressing against the Peace Keeper’s shoulders as he took this chance to bite his own fingers and try to focus. The dull pain of his teeth biting into the sensitive skin (every part of his body was sensitive) brought Fugue at least a little semblance of coherent thinking.
In between heated gasps, he managed to pant, “Alexander, go slower.” He wouldn’t last much longer if the other kept up the maddening combination of pressure and suction. But then their eyes met and Fugue understood that Alexander had no intention of going easy on him. It was as the Peace Keeper had said; he wanted to learn how to please another and Fugue was somewhat of a test subject.
Fugue could feel it rather than see it, Alexander’s head of black hair obscuring his vision: he was taken in deeper. And deeper. And deeper still. The muzen gasped loudly, Alexander’s name coming in a groan that escaped through gritted teeth as Fugue could feel the other’s lips encircle him right down to the base of his manhood. It was such an exquisite feeling, his toes curling in delight and pleasure and his skin prickling wherever it was touched, body writhing by now.
One hand still pressed down onto his mouth to keep from crying out, the other moved to slightly push at the crown of Alexander’s head. He was so close to his own release now, but he didn’t want to come in the other’s mouth.
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Oh, he could feel it twitching in his mouth now, that twitching he had felt himself do not too long ago. That meant the other was getting close to that place of bright light and shooting stars now. He wanted to show Fugue that wonderful place and he wanted himself to be the one to take him there. As such, he gave his all in a final effort to bring him over the edge and take him beyond.
[This has got to be the shortest thing I've ever written. I'm sorry O_O I wanted to give you something, but I'm kind of... my mind is on other things. PoE crisis. Sorry @_@]
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[That's okay, babe. Crisis averted, though?]
Not wanting to get there yet, Fugue tried to hold it off, all the muscles of his body straining in effort to postpone his climax until Alexander would have moved. But fighting against it only intensified the feeling. So when Fugue teetered on the brink of orgasm, he could feel tears spring up from the corners of his eyes as he squinted them shut violently. The fall from that unbelievable high point swept him away completely; the pit of his belly churning and a rushing feeling rising up from the core of his body to gather at his loins and violently find its release from there.
Fugue bit down on his fingers again, hard, and even the pain turned to pleasure as he came. There was a minimum of sound spilling from his lips, all sounds caught at the back of his throat. The muzen’s body shook all around Alexander, the fingers of the hand that had been on the Peace Keeper’s head curling into the man’s hair without pulling. It was too intense, Fugue didn’t think he would be able to take more of it. His head fell to the side in exhaustion, breathing hard and panting Alexander’s name quietly as both arms came up to cross over his red-hot face, trying to hide the tears leaking from his lavender eyes and the fact he felt rather ashamed he had let himself go like that.
[And when did Fugue turn into such an emo boy? o.O]
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The writhing, the moaning, the shuddering and the calling of his name send him in a sensory overload and as the muzens erection twitched in his mouth, he orgasmed again. A low keening sound escaped him and he clenched his eyes shut and curled his fingers into the grass as he tried to relax his jaw. Really now, after a thousand years of not having to do this at all, his body was craving it so much he came twice in an hour?! And the second time he didn't have anyone touching him at all.
If he had been in any other situation he'd be incredibly embarrassed, however it seemed to be a state of being far beyond him right now. Fugue spasmed for a moment before he felt and tasted the salty substance coming out and filling his mouth quickly. Puzzled for a moment and wondering what to do with it, he swallowed. As the twitches came to an end and breath seemed to come to the muzen a bit easier then before, Alexander released his now semi-erect cock from his mouth and sat back a little, licking his lips.
Strange, but he found that he rather liked the taste of the other man. Looking down he noticed that Fugue was still a bit... dirty, down there, he leaned over and licked him clean. It was only the proper thing to do.
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His orgasm left his body tingling, a kind of sensitive that was toned down from the sharp feeling he'd experienced while working towards climax. It was a completely satisfied feeling that left his limbs drained from their energy, while his heart thumped violently in his chest. Fugue mustered the vigour to swipe at his tears, smudging his make-up as he tried to wipe them from his eyes, still feeling Aleander all around him, hovering over his body. His breath was warm on the Muzen's skin and Fugue felt the overwhelming need to embrace him.
Alexander's tongue on the twitching area of his loins had the Muzen jump a little. His voice was raw as he spoke. "Alexander, you don't have to do that," he whispered quietly, hand finding its way back into the Peace Keeper's dark hair. He caressed it, stroked it and let his fingers trail down the side of his face. Alexander's cheek was warm, hot even. Fugue's fingers were cool. He licked his lips, lowering his lashes as he could feel something gnawing at his inside. "Come up here?" The question was uncertain, afraid the oher woud agree with him but desperate enough to ask anyway. "Hold me?"
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Curious as to why the other man sounded so sad after they did something that was considered to cheer people up, Alexander furrowed his brow while climbing back to where had been sitting before. Moving slowly, as to not jostle the other, he complied to the request and slipped his arms around the Muzen, cradling his body against his own and revelling in the warmth between them. His chin resting on top of the others head, he inhaled deeply, committing the scents to memory, as well as the emotions he had never felt before.
So now, he was back to analysing, thinking and wondering about all that had happened tonight, and it was making him feel something new yet again. A slight burning in his chest, almost like embarrassment, but not quite. No, he pondered, as he exhaled. It is not embarrassment, it is guilt. He felt guilty because he just had his very first act of intimacy ever and all he could do with it was analysing.
Unfamiliar with all of this feeling and questioning himself, he tightened his arms around the other, murmuring a soft apology into the others hair. Then he remembered. "Why are you sad?"
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The question had Fugue jerk slightly, his naked body pressing against Alexander tightly for a second. He relaxed again after that, swallowing. With his head cradled against the Peace Keeper’s chest, Fugue’s pointy ear was crushed against the other’s rumpled shirt, but he could hear the steady heartbeat of the man beneath the cloth, skin and bones. It assured Fugue that he was not alone and that Alexander was as real and alive as Fugue himself. A hand came up to smooth Alexander’s clothes away from his cheek, Fugue lowering his eyelids and looking away even though they had not been looking at each other at all.
That question, it had so many layers. Was Alexander confused about the tears he’d had to wipe away, the tears that had sprung to his eyes because of the intensity of his pleasure? Or was he talking about the guilt Fugue had been displaying in his every move? Or, was the Peace Keeper referring to the smudged paint around his eyes? It was common knowledge that muzen painted their eyes red in time of mourning and Fugue had been painting his every morning for three years straight. Though his usual behaviour didn’t hint at any unprocessed pain, the fact he was still having nightmares and the fact he had developed an irrational fear of being alone had to account for some raw emotional injuries he hadn’t gotten over yet.
Struggling for words, the muzen came to the conclusion that he had none. He shivered now the sweat was cooling on his skin and the midnight breeze was raising goosebumps on his arms. Shifting, the muzen reached behind him and wriggled his way back into his pants (to avoid indecent exposure in the morning as well) before placing a hand on Alexander’s shoulder and pushing him back, rolling him onto his back. Hovering over the Peace Keeper, the muzen looked down on him with an unreadable expression. “You are the first to notice my sadness,” he told him regretfully, wetting his lips with a quick swipe of tongue.
It was hard for him to admit it. In fact, he’d rather forget about it altogether, but there was no way he could. The memories were too vivid, the emotions had been etched into him with a sharp knife. And her passing had taken a part of him with her, a part that had left him broken, despite his bright smile. He was a bad liar, but he was good at smiling. Caring for other people made him feel like could find that part he had lost and he strived to complete himself again, but the cracks would always remain no matter how well you put something together again.
“I will tell you my tale, Alexander. But you must promise me you will commit it to memory and not write it down in a notebook, alright? It is my secret to you alone, a thank-you for helping me attain a small portion of peace of mind.”
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A frown crept over his face at the others words. He was asking him to go directly against his nature. For over fifteen hundred years he had written every single thing he had seen, smelled, heard, tasted and felt into his little black notebooks, recording the information and experiences for future reference and for the World Library. And Fugue wanted him to listen, but not write it down?
His left eye twitched in a way that must have been comical for anyone who had spend only a modicum of time around the normally stoic man and he pondered his options. He wanted to know. That was a given. But did he want to know because he was curious about it, the way he was curious about everything? Or was this more personal? It was, he suddenly realised. A strange feeling yet again overcame him and he fought the urge to growl at something. These strange and new feelings were both amazing and annoying and he wasn't yet sure if he wanted to get rid of them again or not.
For now, he decided that the reason he wanted to know about Fugue's sadness was more of a personal matter then a professional one, so he agreed with the term set to him by the other. "Very well. My memory has developed itself to be as near to perfect as it can be, regardless of the circumstances under which the information is being given to it. I am quite positive I will be able to retain anything to tell me now for at least 4.7 centuries." He pushed his glasses back up to his face and looked at the Muzen with an expression that said he was ready for the story to come.
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