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BJ Marathon # 7 - Gael/Noire
Gael pinched the bridge of his nose and sternly reminded himself that no, he could not turn every last person in his palace into a banquet and invite the rest of the world to enjoy it.
Nor could he put them in cages, though the thought was sorely tempting.
Some days, he truly wondered if they were all people who could shift into animals, or animals that could shift into people.
Given he'd helped create them…perhaps they'd slipped up somewhere.
He sighed and shoved away the papers he'd been going through, wondering for the millionth time if the dragons and firebird didn't have the right idea in staying out of the general running of their countries – but how could he just stop?
And he liked actively helping his children…
He just wished they wouldn't act so stupid so often.
The sound of the door opening and closing stirred him, but not enough to make him sit up and open his eyes. Nor could he stir the energy to sense who it was. He just wanted a nap.
Gentle fingers combed through his hair where it had fallen over one shoulder, and for the first time all day Gael smiled. Only one person would dare to be so bold. He opened his eyes. "Noire."
In reply, Noire only smiled briefly. His eyes were intent, focused upon whatever had brought him here. He tugged the ribbon from Gael's hair, fanning it out, pulling it to his face to brush across his lips, inhaling the lavender which Gael knew scented his soap.
Then Noire knelt, filling Gael's space, then a warm mouth was sliding over his, the taste of Noire as warm and rich as ever, welcome and adored. "Hmm, kitten," he murmured as Noire pulled away. "It is good to see you."
Lapping at his lips, so very much like the cat that was his Form, Noire still did not speak, that look of concentration on his face as he began to undo Gael's cravat, the buttons of his jacket and shirt.
Gael groaned as that hot tongue lapped at his throat, his chest, knowing exactly where to touch. He watched his lover work, noticing that in one hand Noire still held the pale blue ribbon from his hair.
He slid his own hands through Noire's hair, petting, brushing over the skin of his neck before the high neck cloth stopped him. Noire rumbled at the touches, nearly purring, but did not stop.
Instead he simply continued to work his way downward, moving at an agonizingly slow pace, not stopping when he reached Gael's breeches, but simply shifting from licking to nuzzling, pressing.
Gael's fingers tightened in Noire's hair, and his head fell back with a low groan over the back of his chair. Then fingers were at the hidden fastenings of his breeches, feeling cool air for a moment before Noire's mouth, wet and hot, dropped over him.
With an effort Gale lifted his head, needing to watch as Noire's head bobbed, panting at each sensation, then suddenly finding it hard to breathe at the deep, burning heat in the silver-blue eyes that looked up at him even as Noire continued to work his prick.
"Kitten," he managed, growling the word, only just managing to sit still, not thrust into that hot mouth, the sight of Noire on his knees and working so intensely one of the finest things he'd ever seen.
He held back as long as he could, quite content to continue forever, but at last came crying Noire's name, stars flashing behind his eyes, whiting out the world.
When his limbs decided to start obeying him again, Gael tugged until Noire was straddled in his lap – grateful that his chair could endure such abuse – and kissed him long and slow.
Noire made that purring sound as they kissed, the sound thrumming through him, and Gael drank it down, absorbed it. "Mmm, Kitten. You are the finest thing to ever exist."
"Gael," Noire said in reply, nuzzling into his touches, curling his head into Gael's shoulders. "You never called for your afternoon tea, everyone was worried about you."
Gael blinked, then his lips twitched. "I didn't? Perhaps I'm a tad more frustrated than I thought…" He stroked Noire's backside, tugging his lover closer still, then slid one hand around to open his breeches, slipping a hand inside and wrapping it around Noire's hard length. "I did not mean to worry anyone…though if this is what I get when I forget my tea…"
Noire moaned, head falling back, and Gael reached up with his free hand to tear away the neck cloth, then immediately set teeth and tongue to the newly-bared flesh, stroking his lover all the while. "Y-y-you were tense," Noire stuttered, breaths coming in pants as he began to move, thrusting into the hand stroking him. "Wanted—to—help."
"Mmm, and help you have, kitten," Gael murmured, and took his mouth, kissing his lover deeply, swallowing Noire's shout of release.
He fumbled for his handkerchief as Noire slumped against him, breaths warm on his skin. Cleaning them both, Gael pondered having his afternoon tea sent to his bedroom.
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(that would be the sign of lots of brain melty)
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Poor Gael, working so hard. I'm glad he has Noire to 'de-stress' him. ^_^ And that Noire takes that responsibility so seriously!! Hee!
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::commences the nonstop drooling::
<3
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*flying tackle glomps*
"Y-y-you were tense," Noire stuttered, breaths coming in pants as he began to move, thrusting into the hand stroking him. "Wanted—to—help."
*melted brain*
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*dies giggling* Yes, very much the cat who got the cream, hee hee.
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It's a good thing the others don't run a country or nothing owuld ever get done? Amazing Gael manages...
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I loved the banquet idea. ^^ Although I wouldn't want to try and eat them.
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although i personally think mid-afternoon quickie is quite a good idea.
mad props for the sheer quantity of these drabbles, and for what seems to me to be a simple sex act, you've yet to make these really sound repetitive. granted, i've two more to go, but i doubt you'll disappoint.
thankee!
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<3
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Heh. He doesn't actually take him, just almost, I posted that drabble right after I posted the last of Poison:
http://maderr.livejournal.com/722958.html#cutid1
But, uh, Gael actually doing the taking has mass appeal. Will have to do during another smutfest, yus.
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