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Adam Pucey (adampucey) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2008-11-18 00:58:00

Entry tags:

adam pucey, westly nott

WHO: Adam Pucey and Westly Nott
WHAT: A confrontation.
WHEN: Night.
WHERE: Dungeons. In front of the room.
RATING: TBA. High for Language.
STATUS: Closed / In Progress ; Partly-Logged

Westly couldn't stand just being in Slytherin anymore. Except for his mission earlier that day of putting graffti in all the girl's washrooms, he'd stayed in Slytherin all day avoiding class. He felt miserable, and he didn't know what to do with himself. He considered going to see Calli again, but he didn't know what else he could say to her.

He looked up in the corridor he was walking, and found himself in the familiar hallway. The classroom where everything where all the problems started was coming up, and Westly almost felt like turning back to go another way. He felt like he was going to be sick, so he had to stop for a moment to lean against the wall.

Adam left the library from his meeting with Alice with a heavy heart. The burdedn in his chest since a few days back had been a constant, and he was starting to fear that the respiration problems could already have evolved into a serious... illness. Because that's what he felt: sick. Meals were spent pretending he was eating while he merely pushed his food around his plate, distracting people with chatter long enough that they would not realize he hadn't eaten a thing until he was gone. His nights left him restless, and his days, in a trance.

Now, It was an almost unconcsious action that his feet were leading him through the castle, down the steps to the dungeons. He hadn't realized he was returning to the classroom Wood had seen him and Westly, until he was standing in fron of it, his eyes highlighting the familiar door. Such a masichist he was. A hand reached up to clutch his chest at the sudden pain as the memories returned. Should he go in?

Westly was taking a deep breath, trying to keep control since he was so close to the classroom. He felt so tired, and sick of all of it. But when he looked up he pushed away from the wall that time. He saw Adam there, with his hand on the door. Did he even see him there?

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" he said yelling more than he had expected. He was sure that would get Adam's attention. And now he didn't feel so weak anymore. He was full of adrenline. But he was shaking. He needed to do something. His emotions were building again. And he wasn't going to give Adam Pucey the benefit of seeing him crying.

Adam hadn't seen him. A marching band would have passed and he wouldn't have noticed that either. But his voice. It sliced through his trance like a dagger, and his head turned sharply towards the source. "I'm allowed to go wherever I want." he stated, the darkness concealing the slight widening of his eyes. He had to commend himself for keeping his tone and expression neutral- almost bored- as he looked at Westy. The hand on his chest let go, and he ran his fingers through his hair "What are you doing here?"

"It's the dungeons, my common room isn't very far away," Westly said trying not to grit his teeth loudly. God his eyes felt like they were going to start burning, but he wasn't going to cry. Damn him... Westly wanted to say something... do something that would hurt Adam. Hurt him as much as he was hurting now. But he couldn't think of anything... "I was only passing by anyway," Westly said staggering forward as he meant to just walk on by Adam and leave the corridor.

A raised brow. "Why did you stop at the sight of me then?" Adam knew he was provoking some violent response from Westly, but he didn't care. The other was here, and everythig about him just felt painfully familiar- his scent even lingering in the air. He wanted more. He needed this- he had to do something to make him stay. "In fact, why did you even bother talking to me? I wouldn't have noticed you if you just passed me by..."

He should have just ignored him. It was obvious that Adam was just trying to provoke him. But it hurt... what he said really hurt. Westly felt like he couldn't breath if he didn't do something. Fuck... why did he had to say that. "You Bastard!" Westly said yelling and putting his strenth into slamming Adam against the door. "I knew it then. You only wanted me for a few good fucks! I knew it even from the very beginning! Once you know I was into blokes, you just had to make me some kind of peg. Let's fuck up with Westly Nott's life! Another Pureblood, what a conquest!" he said yelling. He sucked in a breath in order to continue. "But no! I convinced myself you actually cared about me! I believed your lies!!! So when trouble comes, I just ask for a small break so we could protect what we have... you move on. You don't even TELL me it's over!!! Just overnight you have a girlfriend!!! Someone you can be in public with, and I can't even accuse you of anything because we had to be a secret!" Westly continued his hands tightening in fists in Adam's shirt. "I can't believe I worried about you. About you getting caught if we kept being careless!!! But you didn't even care!!"

It had definitely caught Adam off guard when Westly marched to him and slammed him up against the wall. His head had a rather painful collision with the hard surface, his vision blurring a bit so he had to close his eyes. But his voice, it was clear and pronounced as he spoke to him, each word feeling like a jab to his chest. He endured Westly's every false accusation, while he revelled at the sweet irony the pleasure from other's nearness afforded him, his hands finding the other's wrists as he tried to loosen the other's grip. "You don't know what you're saying." he said, his voice controlled. There it was, the anger he was looking for, clear in the others eyes, in his tone. But it hurt- giving him more pain than he was already enduring. "How dare you to fucking turn this around on me when I wasn't the one who left you! YOU left ME, Westly. You watched while I fell apart right before your eyes and didn't do a single thing about it!"

"I know EXACTLY what I'm saying!!!" Westly said yelling, trying to pull his wrists out of Adam's grasp. "And I WILL turn it back on you! Weren't you even listening Thursday? Or did your brain just shut off at the word BREAK! I said we'd wait for a couple of weeks at MOST! I didn't leave you! We only have five minutes Adam, and I was thinking about you! Thinking about what would happen if we were revealed! How you'd get disowned! And then I thought you were angry with me over that, so I LEFT! You weren't listening to me ANYWAY!" Westly said defending himself. "And what the fuck does that matter anyway, you're the one that went and got a new girlfriend over night! And flaunting that all in public. I hate you! I HATE you so much Adam Pucey!!!"

Adam's eyes greedily drank the sight of Wes so close to him again. It was pure agony having not seen him for so long, and not be able to touch him. He couldn't help the way his fingers softly ran over the other's hands on him, feeling the stress of the muscles from gripping him so tight. "I couldn't listen to anything else." he admitted, his expression pained. "No, no, Westly, you left me, without a promise of getting back together. What was I supposed to think?" He felt the bitterness of guilt on his tongue when Westly spoke of his concern over him, and not himself. He cared that much about him? "I wouldn't have wanted to find someone else to fill the huge void you've left in me if you didn't leave me in the first place. The fact that you even suggested it, Westly..." he said his name softly, all defenses slowly crumbling down. "I can't stand being away from you for a day. While you apparently can. That mere fact has been tearing at me since you said it. How could you take that away from me? From us?" A look of shock, then sadness masked his features when the other said he hated him. Hands, surprisingly gentle, found the side of the other's neck. "No. No you don't." he pleaded. "You don't hate me..."

"I said it was a break!!" Westly was very fervent on this. It wasn't his fault!! He didn't end it, they were just going too fast... they needed to slow down. And then it all crumbled away so quickly. It was harder not to cry now. Adam wasn't yelling and Westly voice was straining from yelling before, and now his throat hurt from holding back his sobs. "You could have said no... I would have been fine with no! But you went for someone else Adam!!! You didn't come back to me, to convince me. To fight for me! You just let me think it was over! You were cruel, and you hurt me when I was already missing you!" He said shaking his head. "You're wrong! I couldn't stand it, I would have come back to you right away after the horrible night I had Thursday. But you were with HER! What was I supposed to do!?" He tried not to look at Adam, not when his hands moved to his neck. And he was pleading, and he shook his head. "I should hate you!"

"A break means separation nonetheless." Adam interjected. "Either way it had meant that you can take being apart from me, and that broke me. YOU suggested a break, these things aren't exactly negotiable! If you didn't want to be with me, why would I keep hurting you by insisting that you stayed? I couldn't have fought for you, if you didn't want me to..." Clearly, there were things left unexplained, and lines misinterpretted between them. Adam's lips parted when the other told him he missed him. Oh, if the other only knew what he had been going through. "Tell me you don't want Alice in my life." he said, his thumbs drawing slow circles on his skin, a complete contrast to their almost brutal exchange of words. Though he had caused this anguish to Westly, he didn't think the pain that would come would hurt him more. "You know you should. You have every right to. But I know you don't. You don't hate me, Westly..."

"I didn't... I didn't think it would affect you so much. It was only an idea! We weren't thinking straight, or being careful. And we should have been! I just... needed to think. I needed time..." Westly said shaking his head, not wanting to accept blame for this. This stupid misunderstanding. "If you really didn't want to be away from me, you could have convinced me out of it... but instead you pushed me away!" Wes said feeling so weak now. He felt those thumbs on his skin, so Westly was resolved to close his eyes so he couldn't see Adam. Tightened his lids to fight off the tears. "I don't want you to have Alice in your life," he said though it should have been a given already. "I don't hate you..."

"It did, Westly." Adam said. "And I didn't push you away! I let you go. I though it was what you wanted! Why would I stop you if you wanted to go?" It wasn't as if Adam was placing all the blame on Westly's shoulders. The truth remained that it got bigger because of his recent decisions, and he knew he owed Westly the truth even though it might lead to more anger... to him moving away from him again. "She never was anything more than a friend..." he admitted in a whisper, his eyes looking intently at Wes. "We were never together..."

"You did push me away! When I would have fixed everything the next day, you were with her, and I couldn't do anything about it! You hurt me Adam!! Maybe it was hurting me back for what I did, but I didn't MEAN TO!" he said but he was already crumbling in his resolve to yell. Westly opened his eyes looking at Adam at that whisper. "What do you mean? "

Westy was so close already, that with the smallest movement, he could claim those soft lips in his. And he knew the other wouldn't protest. But at the same time, he knew he had to answer him- to admit the fault he has done to him. "Alice and I were never a couple. We're not dating. At all." he said, the pride he had earlier felt for his brilliant plan absent now. All he felt was guilt, and the undeniable pain that came with it. "The public displays were but a front. To... to get to you." he sighed, releasing Westly before the other could push him away, leaving his cold hands on his sides. "She was the best person for the job, and she agreed to it too easily. If there was one figure that would create a scandal as big as if you and I had been exposed, it was her. And I was right. The news spread like wildfire. And it... got to you." He casted his eyes down. "I wanted you back. It seemed at the time, the only way I could do so. I wanted to cling to the hope that you still wanted me... and that maybe you just needed the smallest push for you to realize you've made a mistake by breaking things off. But... you didn't..."

Westly's mouth gaped at what he was hearing. No... that was just... He would have been able to see through a fake. That just didn't make sense. If Adam had been that desperate who could have just come to him directly. "Merlin Pucey, for a Bloody Ravenclaw you're so STUPID!" he said smacking Adam in the arm. "You should have just come to me! I didn't break it off, but you missed that... so instead, you do this?" he said shaking his head. "It was CRUEL Adam! I thought you were cheating on me! And you were right it was public, and big, and I couldn't do anything about it because it would have just included me in that scandal! I can't BELIEVE you!" he said. He was mad... he just didn't know what to do. Where they were going to go from here. Clearly Adam wanted him back, he said so. But this couldn't be just forgotten so easily... Adam had broken his heart. He'd made him cry. Adam would have to fix this.

Not a twitch or a flinch happened to Adam when Westly hit him on his arm. He felt so overwhelmed that he was suddenly left completely... numb. He saw the other recoil at his revelation, one that bordered disgust it seemed, and such left him feeling something he has never experienced: he felt ashamed. It was true, every word that came from the other. He truly was cruel, and he was so aware of the fact at the time, consumed him that it blinded him from everything else. "I didn't know." he repeated, his voice reflecting his exhaustion. "I couldn't have come to you. I believed you left me then..." Westly's anger was poisoning the air between them, and Adam knew that if he didn't act fast, he would lose the other. In one quick decision, he pulled the other in the room. He closed the door behind Westly, locking it effectively this time, and pushing the other lightly against the hard wood. Darkness blinded his eyes for a second, but when his eyes adjusted to the weak light casted from the windows, he could see him clearly again, an angel with strong but pained features standing before him. "Tell me what I need to do." he asked, moving to stand close to him. His hands itched to reach out for him in the dark, to run on the smooth skin of his arm, his torso, but he refrained, keeping his hands in fists on his side. "I'll do what you need me to. I just... can't bear the thought of you hating me, of you leaving me again when it's so painfully obvious how we... need each other... how we scream for the other's nearness... Please, tell me I haven't completely fucked this up."

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wesnott
2008-11-20 03:23 pm UTC (link)

Westly had noticed that and smiled at Adam's lips as he continued to kiss him. It felt lovely though. Westly just lay there, and have Adam kiss him for hours and he'd be happy... He was just as breathless when the other pulled away, and Westly loosened the grip he had in Adam's hair, running his hands down further and over Adam's neck instead.

He looked up into Adam's loving eyes, and he could feel that emotion, and he hoped his own eyes mirrored the same. "Not if you end me first," Westly answered in a whisper too with a laugh.

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adampucey
2008-11-20 04:19 pm UTC (link)

Adam bit his lower lip. It was amzing to him how the two of them were surrendering to their instincts, keen on satisfying each other's bodily needs. But a second later, they were sharing soft lazy kisses, their hands left to softly caress what part of the other they could reach. It was no wonder why he was so captivated by the man lying under him. One look at the others eyes, and he felt his heart thrumming faster after he saw the love behind them. "Either way, we wouldn't have lasted any longer without the other." he said, in the same hushed tone, running his still lips, and the tip of his nose down the other's cheek. "The perfect ending to a tragic tale of forbidden lovers. Very Shakesperean of us, wouldn't you agree?"

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wesnott
2008-11-20 04:57 pm UTC (link)

If Westly really thought about it, he really only had Adam to thank for all this. He was the one that pursued him, convinced him and charmed him. And now Westly couldn't be with anyone else, he knew that now. He sighed softly, feeling Adam's nose move over his cheek. "No, we wouldn't have," Westly said knowing that was true. "It's not so perfect, if we're not alive to enjoy eachother," he said laughing a bit.

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adampucey
2008-11-21 12:19 am UTC (link)

"It's perfect because it's a tragedy." Adam pointed out, trailing his nose down the other's neck, lips lazily placing kisse on the soft skin. "If it were a fairy tale, it woud have been a lousy ending. I'd like to think we're in neither." Down the jaw line, before his lips lightly claimed the other's chin. A smile, before his lips found his and he allowed his hand to caress the other's flat stomach. "Though I'd like for things to be positive all the time, life isn't that kind." His hands once again reached inside the other's trousers, fingers pushing the fabric of his trousers down. He took the otherin his had, siging against the other's lips at the feel of Wes once again. He moved his fingers up and down in a slow rhythm. "As long as you're here though, I think I'll be ready for anything..."

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wesnott
2008-11-21 12:43 am UTC (link)

"I can't say dieing is exactly perfect," Westly countered. "Fairy tales are boring. So I agree it is neither," he said smirking, but sighing as the kisses went down his jaw and his lips again. And he felt his hands on him... "We have enough problems we don't have to deal with tragedy or superficial fairy tale problems," Westly said raising his hips as Adam pulled his trousers away. He moaned, feeling Adam's hand on him stroking him. It wasn't difficult to get him aroused now. "I know I'm ready for anything," Westly said joking.

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adampucey
2008-11-21 01:38 am UTC (link)

"For a tragedy, it is. In those sort of stories, everyone finds death at some point in the story, whether it be in the most gruesome, or a natural parting from the mortal world..." Adam explained. Distntly, he wondered why they were discussing tragedies while his hands were left to wander the other's body. Pulling back for the briefest moment, Adam finally pulled the other's trousers from his body before once again moving between the warmth between his legs. His warm breath was left to trail the other's neck before his lips worshipped the flushed skin with kisses. Briefly, he worked on his own trousers, and after taking the other's hand in his, he snaked them both inside to touch him. His lips parted in an o of surprise as shivers sliced through him, his body stilling...

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wesnott
2008-11-21 01:45 am UTC (link)

Westly just sighed, and ignored the rest of that tragedy conversation. He didn't want to talk about tragedy, while Adam had him laid out on the table and ready, when they should be dwelling on something better. He moved his legs carefully as Adam striped them down, and Westly moved his legs up closer to Adam's waist. He moaned as Adam's lips returned to his neck. He was amused by Adam moving his hands down to the front of his trousers, and Westly took the cue, and though his hand was together with Adam's he moved it to hold Adam's member inside his pants, stroking him to get harder. Westly licked his lips in anticipation. This wasn't exactly what he'd expected their make up sex to be like... but Westly didn't mind this slower pace to enjoy it. To feel Adam love him.

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adampucey
2008-11-21 09:15 am UTC (link)

Adam smiled when the other ignored his response to their previous agruement, clearly impatient at his attempts at a conversation in the middle of their activities. With a light kiss on the other's collarbone, he moved to hover over Wesly, his eyes drinking the sight of Wes' every reaction to his own hands working on him. His hips moved towards the fingers on him, panting, moaning, he couldn't get enough of Westly. Shifting slightly and with the guidance of his hands, a sharper thrust caused the head of his cock to brush tantalizingly against Wes', and a louder moan excaped him, suppressed only later when his teeth caught his lower lip. "That feels..." Another thrust. "Amazing..."

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	wesnott 2008-11-21 10:44 am UTC (link)
	Westly was able to move his hand away from Adam's cock, when her started thrusting against him. Westly loud moan mingled with Adam, at the friction of feeling his cock thrust against his. He moves his hands and arms down to cling around Adam's waist, as Adam thrust against him again. "Harder..." Westly moaned out. He wanted more.... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

adampucey
2008-11-21 11:10 am UTC (link)

It was irresistable for him not to take Wes' lips in his; his lips moved slowly against Wes' coaxing the two plump curves with his tongue. The pleasurable pain was raw and great as Adam continued the rough grinding of his hips, the friction of their hardening members and the sounds rising from his throat were ones he couldn't help. He ran the tips of his finger tips down the other's ribcage, feathers agains Wes' skin, as he continued with the gentle torture of his harder thrusts. He placed his ear against his lover's chest and closed his eyes; he could hear the fierce, reassuring rhythm of the other's heart, soft but muffled, like drumbeat under water.

Sitting up, Adam bent to hover over Westly's member, his eyes dark and determined as they gazed at the other's face. "Don't move." Tendrils of hair fell over his eyes, brushing over the head of the cock in his hands. Without another second, he opened his mouth and took Westly in. Almost lazily, he sucked and tongued the throbbing flesh, his tongue flicking out to rasp gently against the sensitive underside. His actions were slow at first, but without warning, they accelerated to a relentless, blinding pace....

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wesnott
2008-11-21 11:24 am UTC (link)

Westly's lips parted to Adam's invading tongue. He'd never resist Adam kissing him. It never ceased to feel amazing, every time he did it. It was hard to even pull away from those lips, when Westly needed air, or had to let when Adam's hips pressed against his. He was so hard... and he wanted more. And Adam was just teasing, with those tantalizing fingers sliding down his chest so softly. Westly was taken aback though by Adam listening to his heart, and so that moment, Westly reached up his hand to run it through Adams hair softly.

Adam's request was easier said than done, when Adam moved away from him, and he got the general idea of what was to come. He moaned at the slight stimulation at the head of his cock, until he felt Adam's whole mouth engulf him. Westly let out a moan, and tried to raise his hips up to Adam's mouth, but he couldn't... It was that sudden feeling of the warmth around him that got Westly, and before long Adam was moving over him faster, and Westly had to bite his lip to hold back his whimpering.

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adampucey
2008-11-21 01:56 pm UTC (link)

Adam continued to kiss his Westly, pressing blindly towards the other as if he were trying to reach through Wes to something else buried deep within him. He was magnetized by his very presence, and left shivering just by the gentle tug of the other's feminine fingers. But as he laid at his chest, his heart was a sound that comforted him in a way nothing else could. It was beating. Beating steadily for him, and he didn't think he could ever tire of the sound...

A hand was placed by Westly's hip, soft and comfroting, but quick to control the raising of the other's hip. The moans from both their throats mingled in the room, louder in his ears than it really was. His fingers curled around the base, as his mouth moved over the head. "I want you to do something for me," he said as he released the other's cock with a soft pop, his voice dark and velvety. Straightening, he slid from the table, to the seat, and knelt; his hands slid down the other's legs slowly, slowly, the muscles under his palms rippling at his touch. His eyes bore into the other's as his fingers hooked under his knees, and he pushed the other's legs towards his torso. "Tell me if I'm hurting you." He said, with rained kisses on the other's thigh. He continued to inch Wes' legs closer to him, testing his bounderies, stretching him just enough but not to the point of pain- at least only until the other asked him to stop...

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wesnott
2008-11-21 02:10 pm UTC (link)

Westly whined when Adam moved away, and he sat up briefly, leaning on his elbows when Adam moved to the bench. "What is it?" he asked when Adam said he needed him to do something. He felt the other's hands on his knees, and felt him lift his legs. Westly moved to his back against watching.

"You can't hurt me anymore," was Westly response when he realized what Adam was doing, pushing his legs back and wider. Westly reached up to hold his knees down himself, as Adam pushed further and closer.

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adampucey
2008-11-21 02:34 pm UTC (link)

You can't hurt me anymore. The whispered words almost made him stop. There was no other point in their relationship where either of them were more vulnerable to even the smallest bit of pain that the other can inflict. Though such, he realized was not just for physical blows. The simplest word could render either of them undone in under a second and such was terrifying more than anything. But at the same time, he couldn't bare the thought of the other's heart belonging to someone else; Wes was his and his alone, at the same time he knew he could only belong to him. That was enough to cancel the forer out completely from his mind...

His lips travel;ed down the soft skin of Westly's thigh, hoping his new efforts were enough to distract him from his thoughts. He released Westly's legs when the other took a hold of them, and he pulled back to leisurely study Westly's body at the weak lighting. He realized that he had never taken the time to do this before no matter how much he had seen Wesly before. He studied the glistening contours of the other's torso, the quivering muscles of his flat torso, then measured the length and girth of Westly's member resting against his stomach with his eyes, noting even the smallest details that would define it as his. Not wasting a second longer, he grasped him in his hand, pumped him evenly, before his lips trailed down the hard shaft, to his testicles where he sucked gently, to the opening just begging for his attention...

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wesnott
2008-11-21 02:45 pm UTC (link)

Westly did realize there were plenty of opportunities to hurt each other still, but he didn't want to think about it. He knew love hurt sometimes... but he just wanted them to be happy, and in love for this moment. He wanted Adam to know for right now, he couldn't hurt him.

He sucked in a breath at those soft lips moving on his thigh. He held his legs up, it gave him something to focus on while Westly held control, with Adam's subtle lips and glances made him feel so exposed, more than ever. Adam loved him... wanted to be with him forever. So Westly had to be exactly what Adam wanted, had to look and be perfect for him...

He moaned at the hand taking a hold of his cock, the lips on him... going further down. Westly realized it was harder to move his hips when he was in this position, so he could only quiver feeling Adam suck his testicles... but he moaned loudly when he moved to his opening.

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adampucey
2008-11-21 08:41 pm UTC (link)

The moans escaping him could not get louder as his lips made contact with Westly's entrance. His taste filled his tongue, and he could not have enough of it. He stroked him deftly, firmly as he feasted on him, wetting his entrance for him and prodding the impossibly tight opening lightly with his tongue. But he couldn't resist returning to the hardness in his hand; he licked up from his slit to the the flared head with sure sweeps of his tongue before he pulled him in his mouth. Adam repeated this process, addicted to this new motion, to the combination of tastes. Using the velvety flat of his tongue to savour him, he licked Wes' cock from root to tip, drawing him in until he had prodded the back of his throat. What he could not pleasure with his mouth, he assisted with his hand, from the gentle teasing of his opening, cupping of his balls, to the soft pumping he knew the other needed. Adam closed his eyes and in that moment, merely allowed himself to get lost in every beautiful sensation pleasuring the man he loved gave him...

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wesnott
2008-11-21 11:11 pm UTC (link)

It was very hard for Westly to stay still when he felt Adam's tongue on her entrance. It was relentless, and Westly's head thrashed to the side, and he bit his lip as he cried out at the sensations Adam was causing. "Oh fuck..." Westly said his fingers digging into his legs as he moved his mouth up to his cock again. The teasing, the fondling... it was going to be the end of him. "Merlin, Adam..." he said looking down at Adam, panting.

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adampucey
2008-11-22 01:22 am UTC (link)

Adam didn't know how long he continued with the cycle he has come to be familiar with. The cup of his knees started to numb from the burden of his weight, but he persisted. Sweat trickled down his cheek, his shirt now sticking to his skin but there was no time to take care of that now. After wetting his fingers with his mouth, he started to work on his own shaft, pulling, cupping and pumping with firm fingers. It didn't take long until he was ready, and Wes was, too- the quivering muscles of his thighs were telling him so.

After one last swipe of his wet tongue, Adam placed a kiss on the cheek of the other's arse before straightening, Hooking his arms around the other's legs, he pulled the other until he at the edge of the table. He propped both legs on his shoulders, his careful fingers prying the other's tense hands from his legs and bringing them on either side of Wes' head against the table. He wanted to see Westly while he was pushing his way slowly in him, filling him, loving him... The head of his cock brushed against Wes' delicious entrance, teasing as he rolled his hips against him without penetrating. He bit his bottom lip, growls escaping his throat. One of his hands left Westly's to allow room for exploring each other's bodies, while he kept his other in his, finding the most foreign but satisfying form of comfort from the intimate contact. Leaning in, he captured Wes lips in his in a kiss as slow, as savouring as the ones they shared that night, as he started to enter Westly's entrance. The pleasure this slow torture gave him was blinding, consuming and he stilled as he had pushed himself all the way inside to Wes' hilt. His lips were lefted parted and unmoving against Wes' lips, his face a mask of pure bliss...

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wesnott
2008-11-22 01:40 am UTC (link)

Westly felt like he was ready to melt into the table, from Adam's treatment, but then he suddenly realized, he was being moved. Adam had pulled back, and was moving his legs over his shoulders. Westly tightened his hands in Adam's when they were pulled back over his head.

He moaned at the slightest contact of Adam's cock at his entrance. Westly wanted him inside so badly. He wanted to feel Adam deep inside, loving him, and take him to oblivion... Westly's free hand immediately went to Adam's chest, feeling those tensed muscles through his shirt. He could only whimper against those lips, another one of those lazy and fulfilling kisses... but Adam was moving inside. Slow, tortuous, and Westly love him for it. Adam's face only hovered above Westly's as he continued to push in, and Westly panted against those lips, and kissed and nipped at Adam's lower lip.

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adampucey
2008-11-22 02:20 am UTC (link)

Westly's delicious breath brushed against his mouth, the nips and kisse son his bottom lip sending new shivers through him despite his still shaking form. He sighed at the fingers on his chest, leavign goosebumps on the lines he traced against his skin. For a moment he chose not to move, feeling the other's inner muscles constricting and relazing on his shaft, like the pressure of a thousand hot mouths on his cock. He writes with the hot tip of his tongue on the slope of Westly's brad shoulder; his teeth scratched lightly against the blessed curve of his jawline. Leaning up, he licked at Wes' mouth with light touches as fine as a brushstrokes, as his hips started to move in a slow rhythm, pulling himself all the way out of the other's entrace before moving back inside. There was the sound of the table creaking against stone below them with the force of his next thrusts, achieving a rhythm like the rapid beat of a heart, constant, controlled, hard, hot daggers of pleasure driven down his spine, and into his groin. He bit his lip on top of the intensity of his pleasure and grasped at his control, however the pain in a away was giving him more satisfaction. "I love you" fell from his lips like a chant, his velvety voice like the caress of soft silk against skin...

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wesnott
2008-11-22 02:29 am UTC (link)

Westly loved every kiss, every swipe of Adam's tongue... but all of that wasn't enough to distract him from the pleasure of Adam pulling out to thrust in again. He moaned at the pressure of being stretched, the pleasure of Adam's cock going deeper, moving inside him faster. Westly heard the table creaking, and he tightened his hand that Adam still held. Westly was trying to maintain control... hold out for the best moment for his peak. For the pleasure Adam could give him. "Love you too..." he whispered back to Adam's chants.

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adampucey
2008-11-22 02:45 am UTC (link)

Adam's ragged breathing escaped in puffs against Westly's ear as he moved in and out of him. In the room was a symphony of sounds, from the slightest sounds of the table's protests, the words of affection offered in sweet sighs, and the feverish rasping of their bodies against each other. He took Westly's hands and together, they started to work on the other's member. Adam was only half aware when he started to say different things, but word that pointed back to his first mantra. He loved Westly, and he couldn't say it enough, even his every physical effort was not enough to express the very depths of it. At one point, his words were reduced to mere whisperes, words run together into a mere of moans and gasps, as his hips' movements grew erratic, desperate for what release the other's body can give him. "I'm close." he whimpered, claiming the others lips in gentle kisses. "I want you to fall over the edge with me. Please, Westly..."

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wesnott
2008-11-22 03:03 am UTC (link)

Westly moaned... in combination of Adam's thrusts, and their hands together on his cock. He was so hard, and aroused... and he wanted to come but was waiting for Adam to bring him to that ultimate high. He was moving faster now, and Westly was whimpering at the pleasure. "I want to..." he said about coming with Adam. He stroked himself harder, with Adam's hand on him to. His muscles were tightening, and he could feel that his orgasm was in reach. "Adam... more... just a bit more," he said whining.

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adampucey
2008-11-22 03:33 am UTC (link)

Intertwined fingers moved faster against the hard cock between Westly's quivering thighs, daft and sure at thier pace, desperate, anxious to reach their impending end with him. When Adam's orgasm hit, it was an unexpected tug at the base of his spine, a tidal wave that consumed him, washed over him and drowned him in the infinite pleasure of coming inside the man he loved. His hips thrusted deep and hard in Westly, his body moving on its own to hit Westly spot, and even during the days they were apart, he had not forgotten where it was. His damp forehead rested against the other's chest. "Come for me..."

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	wesnott 2008-11-22 10:55 am UTC (link)
	When Adam came, Westly watched him, and moaned at the sight, and at the way it felt inside him. He cried out at those final deep thrusts, and it all just drove Westly to his peak. His climax hit him, and he tossed his head back crying out, as he came all over his and Adam's hands. "Adam!" he said, and he could hear himself echoing in the hall. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)