BJ Marathon #3: Formane/Cornelius
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maderrGood grief, why can't my muses always be this cooperative? *kicks them all. in the balls.*
There were times Formane wondered at himself.
Growing up on Kreska, he'd been embarrassed when he'd happen to see a couple kissing in the park.
He'd been mortified beyond all reckoning when he'd walked in on his roommate getting hot and heavy with his girlfriend.
In college, he'd been too shy, too pathetic, too brow-beaten, to make the moves on Lius he'd so badly wanted. So many nights he'd shamefully jerked himself off fantasizing about what he wished he actually had the nerve to do to the half-hellcat.
After his screw up, after he realized he'd just lost the only thing that mattered – Formane somehow managed to find his spine and lose his inhibitions.
If someone had told him back in the academy that he would someday shove his lover into a dark alleyway and up against the wall, then drop to his knees to suck his hellcat off hard and fast while people passed by barely a dozen steps away…
He would have called them insane, and walked around red-faced the entire day.
If someone had said he would do it not infrequently, that he would become rather fond of sucking and fucking his lover in barely-secluded places, he would have died of mortification.
Claws sank deeply into his shoulders, Lius always forgetting to be careful when they got into it, yowling loudly enough there would be no doubt in the mind of any passerby just what exactly was going on in the alleyway beside the bar. He thought he heard someone pause, linger, but didn't care enough to stop what he was doing to see for certain.
He sucked harder, feeling blood trickle down his shoulders, felt the faintest brush of a lashing tail, gripped Lius's hips as he bucked sharply, crying out as his release poured hot and heavy down Formane's throat.
Swallowing it all down, licking away all traces, Formane then stood and kissed Lius hard, loving the way Lius gave it all right back, knowing how much it affected Lius to taste himself in Formane's mouth. Though he'd just come, Lius was far from sated.
It made Formane so hard he hurt.
A hand pressed against the bulge in his pants, Lius nibbling at his lips, licking the blood from one shoulder. "What do you want from me, Kreskan?" Lius wrapped his arms tightly around Formane's neck, kissed him hard. "Want me here? Back on the ship?" Another kiss. "Up against the wall?" Lius licked his own lips, eyes gleaming with hunger. "On my knees?" He jerked his hips, making Formane groan at the contact. "On all fours?"
"Yes," Formane growled, determined not to have to pick just one. The night was young.
Sometimes he wondered at himself, but mostly he wondered why it had taken him so damned long.
Not that it really mattered. They were more than making up for lost time.
There were times Formane wondered at himself.
Growing up on Kreska, he'd been embarrassed when he'd happen to see a couple kissing in the park.
He'd been mortified beyond all reckoning when he'd walked in on his roommate getting hot and heavy with his girlfriend.
In college, he'd been too shy, too pathetic, too brow-beaten, to make the moves on Lius he'd so badly wanted. So many nights he'd shamefully jerked himself off fantasizing about what he wished he actually had the nerve to do to the half-hellcat.
After his screw up, after he realized he'd just lost the only thing that mattered – Formane somehow managed to find his spine and lose his inhibitions.
If someone had told him back in the academy that he would someday shove his lover into a dark alleyway and up against the wall, then drop to his knees to suck his hellcat off hard and fast while people passed by barely a dozen steps away…
He would have called them insane, and walked around red-faced the entire day.
If someone had said he would do it not infrequently, that he would become rather fond of sucking and fucking his lover in barely-secluded places, he would have died of mortification.
Claws sank deeply into his shoulders, Lius always forgetting to be careful when they got into it, yowling loudly enough there would be no doubt in the mind of any passerby just what exactly was going on in the alleyway beside the bar. He thought he heard someone pause, linger, but didn't care enough to stop what he was doing to see for certain.
He sucked harder, feeling blood trickle down his shoulders, felt the faintest brush of a lashing tail, gripped Lius's hips as he bucked sharply, crying out as his release poured hot and heavy down Formane's throat.
Swallowing it all down, licking away all traces, Formane then stood and kissed Lius hard, loving the way Lius gave it all right back, knowing how much it affected Lius to taste himself in Formane's mouth. Though he'd just come, Lius was far from sated.
It made Formane so hard he hurt.
A hand pressed against the bulge in his pants, Lius nibbling at his lips, licking the blood from one shoulder. "What do you want from me, Kreskan?" Lius wrapped his arms tightly around Formane's neck, kissed him hard. "Want me here? Back on the ship?" Another kiss. "Up against the wall?" Lius licked his own lips, eyes gleaming with hunger. "On my knees?" He jerked his hips, making Formane groan at the contact. "On all fours?"
"Yes," Formane growled, determined not to have to pick just one. The night was young.
Sometimes he wondered at himself, but mostly he wondered why it had taken him so damned long.
Not that it really mattered. They were more than making up for lost time.
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Date: 2007-05-27 08:08 am (UTC)But I can't really blame you