Rafael Atala (freyr) wrote in paxemerituslog, @ 2018-06-04 11:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | freyr, xochipilli |
all I want is my fingers in your hair
Who: Gabe and Rafe
What: A Valentine's present all wrapped up with a neat, tight bow.
Where: Pax Emeritus, 310.
When: Feb. 14
Rafael entered the lobby of the Bradbury Building precisely ten minutes before their agreed-upon time. His heart hammered in his ears as though he was headed to a first date; he almost felt foolish for it, but he found he liked the thrill, the uncertainty and anticipation of it all. He knew Gabe's body and mind almost as well as his own, and this was something new and unexpected they could, in a way, discover together. They had long discussed the possibility, first in subtle hints and whispers, then in more detail, in the wee, post-coital hours where Rafe felt bolder than his usual self. He had never dared consider it a real possibility.
And then Gabriel's questions had gotten more detailed, more probing. Then they had set a date, and the date had approached more quickly than Rafe had been prepared for. Then Mercy's party had arrived, bringing with it what should have been a setback—that reminder of Abel, so jarring and dark, that had sent Rafe spiralling even if only for a night. But it had been only a night, and the day they had discussed and meticulously planned had arrived, and it was as if a fog had cleared from Rafael's mind. Now there were only slight nerves and pleasant anticipation as he strode across the tiled lobby, as he moved up the wrought iron-lined stairs toward the home they two shared.
A small, shaky smile played on Rafe's lips when he reached their door. He glanced down at his clothes, appraising himself one last time. His fingers fiddled with the hem of his blue checkered waistcoat. It was no more out of place than the perfect lapels of the dress shirt beneath, but he could not seem to still himself. He checked his watch once more. As its hands ticked into place he raised his own and knocked on their front door.
He was not kept waiting long; Gabe was puttering in the kitchen, his hands around a half-empty cup of tea when the knock came. Unable to stop himself from grinning wide, quick steps took him to the front door; upon seeing Rafe, his gaze greedily ate up the sight of him in the suit. A hand went to the doorframe, his form splayed wide as he took in Rafe's form in the hallway, and then to the waistcoat Rafe had been adjusting only moments before. He was dressed from head to toe in faded black, his beard and hair mussed from nothing more than a quick brushing; the only color was a red, black, and gray mod-patterned sweater that made him look completely at home.
"You look good enough to eat, anjo," he said, tugging him inside the apartment with gentle movements, pulling him into a lip lock before he could stop himself. Rafe smiled against his mouth, pressed close, his hands around Gabriel's waist. Gabe laughed quietly, his mouth inches from Rafe's. "Self control is going to be a very difficult part of this. How are you feeling?" As he spoke, his hands lingered inside Rafe's jacket, pressing against slick cloth for the feeling of taut flesh beneath. Even so, some modicum of hesitation lingered in his touch, in the way he was looking at his partner; an uncertainty that could not be entirely banished despite his excitement.
Smiling still, Rafael carefully considered his answer. It came so easily to him he worried that haste might further worry his partner. "Never better," he said, after a beat. He punctuated this with another kiss pressed to Gabe's lips. Then he turned, pulling Gabe with him as he moved deeper into the apartment, swinging the door closed with one hand while the other stayed firmly on Gabriel's hip. He turned back to Gabe as he locked the door behind him, his eyes darting, curious, over his lover's face.
"A little nervous," he admitted. "But I trust you. I, ah…" A soft blush rose to his cheeks; he knew it was only the first of many. "I just want you to enjoy this, too."
"Oh, I plan to," Gabe responded, not moving an inch away from the other man. He remained there a moment longer, inhaling Rafe's smell, enjoying the close contact.
"I'm glad we decided to do this again; living together." One hand came out from beneath Rafe's clothes, cupping the side of his face; Rafe nodded, and tipped his head into that touch. A thumb drew a slow, light line across one cheekbone; it continued, down over the swell of Rafe's bottom lip. Then he finally stepped back, that hand falling to his side while the other came out and traced a path down Rafe's arm, eventually hooking with the hand at the end of it.
"Well then... shall we?" His smile grew a touch mischievous as he tugged Rafe backward from the kitchen space and entryway, toward the living room and through it to their shared bedroom. "I think I might have gone overboard, but I wanted to be sure..." They navigated their way around furniture and through the doorway to the nearly all-white bedroom. A king-sized bed dominated the space, covered with off-white sheets and comforter; the walls were decorated with black and white photos that, at first glance, seemed to be of faceless models. Closer inspection would reveal them to be of Gabe and Rafe themselves, in various semi- and nude poses.
The white allowed the three sets of rope Gabe had acquired to stand out even more; one a deep red, another a vibrant pink, and the last a bright green. All three were tied up in neat loops, ready to be used.
Gabe tugged Rafe to the edge of the bed, pulling his front close to his own before glancing at the objects laid out so meticulously on the comforter. "You want to pick a color, or should I?" He looked back at Rafe. "Honestly, I think you're going to look great in any of them."
Rafe's happiness shone bright on his face; it warmed features already lit like the sun, bronzed and radiant. He squeezed Gabe's hand. He leaned down over the bed, peering at the tidy, meticulous hanks his partner had prepared. With his left hand he reached out, tracing the figure-eight lines of rope with gentle fingertips.
"You did so well," he said. "I think…" Slowly he straightened up, his tongue touching the corner of his mouth as he thought. "Green? Unless you'd prefer something else." Rafe laughed, shy and slightly abashed. "I'm sorry. You're right. All of them are perfect, really. And I can't imagine…" Sighing, he turned to face Gabe, his hands sliding, fingers splayed, beneath the line of his coat. "I can't imagine anywhere I'd rather be for this. Here, in our house, with you… I love you, meu amorzinho. More than I can say."
Gabe's hands tightened on Rafe, pulling him closer. He smiled at his lover, his gaze underlined with the same emotion that filled Rafe's words.
"I love you, too, anjo; and I think you're wearing too many clothes, for this," he replied, fingers tracing up the planes of Rafe's chest to push the jacket over his shoulders, down onto his upper arms. Gabe's mouth engulfed Rafe's, kissing hard but tender as he allowed himself everything he'd wanted from the moment they'd discussed this sort of rendezvous. A slight tremor of a moan vibrated through his throat, but he focused on pushing Rafe's arms back, letting the coat fall to the floor.
His mouth traced down along Rafe's lips, to his jaw, to his neck as his hands started to make quick work of the waistcoat. "Happy Valentine's Day," he murmured against Rafe's skin, the words drawn not only with teeth but also his tongue.
In that moment Rafe gave himself fully over to him; he felt more certain with every kiss, every touch, that he would follow wherever his partner led. He tipped his head back, his eyes falling closed. His hands clasped Gabriel's waist, his fingers drawing tight over fabric and flesh. He raised one hand to the nape of Gabe's neck, holding Gabe's mouth to his throat. He felt buttons slowly undone, felt cloth fall away, and he shuddered with unfeigned anticipation.
Already his body stirred. He smiled at his own overwhelming want. The hand on Gabe's hip tightened, pulling him close, allowing him to feel the visceral reaction he elicited. Teeth slid into Rafe's skin as Gabe moaned again, the feeling of Rafe's hard member stoking his own desire. Buttons slipped through holes, and the waistcoat followed the jacket onto the floor.
Gabe's mouth moved back to Rafe's as his hands went to the buttons of his partner's shirt; forcing himself to undo them slowly, carefully, almost lovingly to draw the experience out even more.
"Why this, anjo?" The question was asked as carefully as his movements to undo Rafe's shirt. He had never asked, throughout all of their discussion of the topic; what drew Rafe to commit these acts. Gabe had centered himself solely on giving his partner what he needed, rather than asking why he felt he needed it. Hands pushed the shirt back, drawing over Rafe's chest to his shoulders again, but this time catching his arms against his sides like a preview of what was to come. Rafael moaned in response, his head tilting further back. "What about this works for you?"
He went back to Rafe's throat, nibbling at a sensitive spot, teasing lower. Rafe sucked in a short, sharp breath. His arms flexed in Gabe's grip; when he found they could not move, he moaned again, pressing forward into Gabe's shape. "I… I don't know."
It wasn't good enough, not by half. Color flared in his cheeks. Distracted though he was he knew he owed Gabe an answer; he dug deep within himself to find the one nearest to the truth. Against his will his mind flitted back to the last time he had been bound. His breath caught in his throat. He forced his thoughts farther back, back to his first forays into that world.
"It's sort of… comforting," Rafael tried. "It's… close. It's trust. And I think… for a little while, someone else takes care of everything. Of me. I don't have to think, or plan, or be… on alert. I can just… be. Feel. Enjoy."
Gabe nuzzled into Rafe's throat, letting the cloth binding his anjo fall to the floor with the rest of his clothing. Hands slid gently, carefully down Rafe's arms to his waist, where they began to slowly, so slowly, undo his belt buckle. Rafe opened his eyes to look down at his partner, watching his partner move.
He pulled back, smiling at Rafe, completely unaware of the darkness that had brushed the man's answer. "I'm glad I could do this for you," he said, his voice and his words as soft as his motions. The leather belt snaked out from the loops around Rafe's pants, falling the floor. The fly button was next, popped loose, the zipper almost coming undone of its own volition. Gabe kissed Rafe once more, holding the loose pants up, fingers hooking into Rafe's undergarments. "I didn't think I'd enjoy this as much as I am," he said against Rafe's mouth, pushing the other man gently backward toward the bed.
Rafe moved as Gabe directed, his heart thumping all the harder for it. He smiled against Gabe's mouth. "I'm glad I can still surprise you," he said. Then he caught Gabe's lower lip in his teeth, toying with its full, slick swell. Gabe grunted at that touch, his hands tightening on Rafe's form. Rafe's eyes fell shut; his hips pressed forward into Gabriel's hands, pushing his clothes further down, exposing hard hip bones and soft, tanned flesh. He opened his mouth to his partner, his tongue sliding beneath Gabe's, coaxing, pleading. His hands tugged at the line of Gabe's shirt, seeking out flesh, hungry for more.
Gabe pushed those pants down, letting them hit the floor; while he was wholly focused on disrobing his partner, he ignored Rafe's insistent touches for his own nudity. Instead, he pressed a naked Rafe back to the bed, keeping them both on their knees as he groped for a moment for the green rope. The other two were shoved to the side of the bed, forgotten.
"You do, all the time," he replied, undoing the figure eight until the rope pooled between them. He held a length of it between both hands, pressing it to Rafe's chest vertically as both hands alighted on Rafe's shoulders. "You ready for this, anjo?" The rope wrapped around Rafe's upper arms, holding both loosely to his side as Gabe's hands met behind his partner's back. "You have to tell me if I'm doing something wrong, OK?"
"OK," Rafe answered, a soft smile playing on his lips. "But you won't. You're already doing great." He leaned up and kissed Gabe again. But in spite of his impatience his motions were minimal, designed to keep Gabe's unpracticed grip in place. He pressed his knees into the bed, further stabilizing himself. He heard one of the discarded lengths of rope hit the floor, but his eyes remained on Gabe all the while. But as Gabriel moved Rafe found himself watching his hands, studying each movement, so careful and cautious. His tongue passed over his lips, a quick pass that still tasted of his partner.
Gabe returned the liplock eagerly, glad to be so soothed. He broke away with a small gasp, only to scoot himself around Rafe's back; the rope slithered off of Rafe's chest, Gabe's hands seeking the end of it.
He pulled Rafe's hands behind him, knotting them together with laced fingers, and then wrapped the green cord around that familiar, burnished skin. At first, he was too timid, uncertain of tying too tight of bonds around Rafe's wrists. But when the rope slipped twice, he forced himself to do what needed to be done to get their game off the ground; he wrapped the slim cord around Rafe's wrists once, twice, thrice, and then encircled that. The rope went carefully but tightly around Rafe's arms, at the elbow, then to his shoulders.
This, too, was encircled, followed by a wrapping to hold the lines taut. Gabe swallowed, uncertain if he was following the steps as carefully as he should be.
"How's that? Nothing pinches?" He asked, one hand holding the cord in place while his other looped around Rafe's front, pressing a palm flat to his partner's chest.
"No." Rafe gave a small shake of his head. Gabe could not see the lazy smile on his face, but it carried through Rafael's tone. He flexed his hands as best he could; shifted his arms, testing the boundaries Gabe had set. Nothing moved. And still he could feel Gabe behind him, his comforting presence, the firm touch of his hands. It was all he could do not to strain toward him, and even that silent act of denial seemed to heighten his arousal. Rafe breathed a soft, contented sigh.
"It's perfect."
A grin flashed over Gabe's expression, but he quelled it; the hand on Rafe's chest slid over one pectoral, fingers encircling and rubbing a nipple. He pressed his face alongside Rafe's head, his mouth near the other man's ear as he leaned into him.
"I love you," he whispered, staying in place as he wound another length of rope over Rafe's rib cage, pressing the upper part of Rafe's arms firmly into his sides. More rope looped around each of those, pulled taut behind him. For a moment, he let his gaze linger on the bird's eye view of Rafe's front, the hard member rising from between Rafe's legs telling him everything he needed to know. When the rope was secure, one hand traipsed lazily down Rafe's front, curling fingers around the head of his arousal, thumbing the skin.
For a moment Rafael could say nothing. He only sucked in a breath as his eyes drifted shut, lulled to blissful contentment by the touch of Gabe's hand. His hips pressed forward, though he stilled them soon enough. He opened his eyes, looking down over the careful lines Gabe had guided onto his skin. He studied his partner's hands, committed to memory the sound of his voice against the soft curve of his ear. A shiver raced down his spine, warm and welcome.
"I love you, too," Rafe answered, his voice soft. He turned his head as best he could, his smiling lips brushing over Gabe's cheek. "Meu amorzinho, o amor da minha vida…"
Gabe knew no vocal response could possibly measure up to Rafe's words; instead, his hand stroked Rafe's length, his face turning to press into the side of Rafe's expression. His mouth found his lover's, pressing hard; his other hand came around Rafe's side to hold him even as he was held by the carefully twining green rope about his torso. Gabe's tongue passed over Rafe's lips, dipping deeper to explore and invite his partner's tongue to play. He kept all touches slow, careful, soft, drawing out the tenderly developing moment as long as he could.
Rafe let slip a long, low moan, a slight vibration that passed through their twined tongues. He opened his mouth to his partner, beckoning him deeper, his hips rocking forward to press him into his hand. He moved his knees as though trying his bonds yet again. They held, and he kept himself upright with a tightening of his abdomen. When at last he pulled back from the kiss, it was only to draw his teeth over the swell of Gabriel's lower lip.
"More," he groaned, his voice a soft rasp against Gabe's mouth. "More, Gabe, please. Tighter."
Gabe's mouth followed Rafe's for a moment, grunting from deep within his chest as he was reminded of the game they'd left unfinished. There were still too many feet of rope to consider it done. A half-pleased, half-starving smile canted one side of his mouth.
"Right," he murmured, stroking Rafe once more before his hand abandoned the smooth, soft and familiar feel of the member between his legs. He shifted out from behind Rafael, taking the two lengths of rope that extended from his partner's elbows. "Roll backward for me; I'll catch you."
As Rafe complied, Gabe passed the rope underneath the other man, pooling it on the covers before them. "Now sit; set your legs on top of each other." Again Rafe obeyed; he folded his legs with a quick and practiced motion, going perfectly still the moment he was positioned appropriately. It took effort, though, to remain unmoving, when all his body wanted was the touch of his partner's hands.
Working as carefully as he had before, Gabe started to tie the lower part of Rafe's body together as thoroughly as he had before, measuring it out to keep the rope as taut as Rafe had pleaded for just moments ago. A soft sigh punctuated his gestures, confirming his work was done well.
Rafe's eyes stayed on the bindings as they wove around his ankles, as he felt his legs bound firmly in place. His cock, flushed and hard, pressed firm against his belly. He shuddered as he cast a look over himself, taking in the picture Gabriel had made of him. It was a far cry from the last time he had been so bound; everything about this experience felt different, felt calmer and better in a way Rafael could not adequately express. Pleased, he turned his eyes up to his partner, seeking his dark, blissfully attentive gaze.
"Do you like it?" Rafe asked, unable to contain himself a moment more.
"Are you kidding?" Gabe sat back on his heels for a moment, admiring his own handiwork. Hands settled on his thighs as his gaze moved from Rafe's bound legs, over his throbbing member, up his chest, and, finally, to Rafe's face. He leaned forward, hands coming down to the bedspread as he bent toward his lover. "I love it. A tidy package, all... made... up... for... me." His mouth found Rafe's, a rough, bruising kiss that lasted not quite long enough; and then he was trailing down his jaw, over his throat, down piece by piece of skin until he was all but flat on his stomach, held up by his elbows as he looked up toward Rafe's face. Rafe drew in a breath, short and sharp and far too long in coming.
One hand gently reached for Rafe's member, pulling it forward, his tongue meeting its tip. He did not tease for long; he pushed forward, taking his partner's cock to the hilt in one quick, greedy motion. Rafe exhaled on a ragged sigh. A tremor passed through his tightly-bound shape. He muttered a curse too low to be heard, then his voice grew louder as he spoke his lover's name.
"You feel so good," he breathed. He shivered again, his hands flexing at his back; that he was incapable of moving as his body wanted only heightened his pleasure, and set his thighs shaking anew. He swayed where he sat, then forced himself to be still, his stomach drawn taut but still trembling."Thank you, amor, meu coração, oh my god..."
Gabe wrote his response into every passing of his tongue against the backside of Rafe's member, every stroke from his throat and lips, the gentle cradling of his forefinger and thumb over his partner's sac. His own burgeoning arousal rubbed between his form and the pants trapping it as he performed fellatio on this bound man, a strange new sensation amid the whole situation that he could not say he disliked. His other hand grasped Rafe's thigh as best it could amid the ropes that bound every part of his lover so tightly. He came up for air once.
"I want you to come," he said, the pitch of his voice rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. "Come for me, anjo." He didn't wait for a reply, immediately sinking back down to his much desired task, engulfing Rafe wholly once more.
Rafael needed no words to answer. His body trembled, his legs straining to raise his hips up to Gabe's mouth, the soft ropes straining at his tanned skin. Bound behind him, his hands clenched to fists, drawing tight as his orgasm tore through him. He cried out, unchecked and unabashed, his back bowing as best it could in the tight circle of his bonds. He swayed, leaning down toward Gabriel, the aftershocks of his climax reverberating far longer than he had expected. He found himself gasping for breath, wide eyes rolling as he came down from a high he had not felt in some time.
"Thank you," he whispered, when at last he found his voice again. "Thank you, gatinho…"
Straightening as quickly as he could, Gabe was grinning from ear to ear as his hands went to Rafe's shoulders, pulling him as close as he dared while he was still in his bonds. He spread his own legs as wide as he dared, trying to give some leeway to the erection tautly held in his pants.
"Shh," he said as one hand moved to cup the side of Rafe's face. "I'm glad I could do this for you, anjo; I love you. Are you all right? Should I start taking you out?" His thumb passed over a cheekbone, circling toward the jawline as his gaze carefully studied his partner's face.
"Mm." Rafael nodded. He was smiling still, awash with pleasure, drunk with the last vestiges of his orgasm. But as the last of the adrenaline fled him a new tremor began to take over. He nodded shakily, his head tilted into Gabriel's hand. "Mmhm. Please."
That touch lingered for a moment longer, warm palm against dark, blushing skin; then Gabe set to work undoing what he'd wrought. Unwinding the green rope, following his motions in reverse, the only evidence of their afternoon of play were some light marks on Rafe's form. At the end, Gabe bundled the ropes up into a loose circle, tossing it to the floor where the others lay in their twisted eights; he never strayed far from Rafe's side, hands lightly passing over skin or hovering near.
"How's that? Everything OK?" Fingertips traced the outline of where the ropes had been, worrying lightly at the impressions they left behind.
"Mmhm."
Rafael pressed himself into Gabe's hands, savoring every new touch. His skin, tender and slightly, perfectly raw, seemed to drink in every pass of his fingers like a dry plant soaking up rain. His smile did not abate as he leaned into Gabe's shape. His hands found the buttons of Gabriel's shirt; they wasted no time unfastening them and pushing aside too-thick cloth. Gabe helped him, shifting until he felt Rafe's hands on his skin once more.
"I want to feel you," he said. The shirt undone, his hands slid over Gabe's stomach, his fingers trailing through the narrow thatch of dark hair; the flesh beneath that touch trembled. They traced lower, passing over button and zipper to curve softly around Gabe's erection. He stroked him gently through his clothes, Gabe's hips immediately jerking toward his hand. "Hold me."
Teeth sank into Gabe's bottom lip as he complied without hesitation; he pulled Rafe into his embrace, pulling them both down onto the bedspread. The mattress gave easily, and Gabe cuddled Rafe's nude form against his half-clothed one. His mouth sought out his partner's, a bruising kiss combined with his hands sliding around Rafe's back. The movement neatly trapped Rafe's hand between their bodies.
"You going to lay there and tease me like that?" He chided, nipping gently at Rafe's bottom lip. Rafe smiled against Gabe's mouth.
"And what if I did?"
But his mouth opened all the same, a flick of his tongue beckoning Gabe's closer. He was practiced at this, and it showed; even so caught he was able to move his left hand between them to join the other at Gabriel's waist. With steady hands he undid Gabe's fly, folding open dark cloth and exposing warm skin beneath. As he kissed his lover his hands moved to Gabe's hips, touching every inch of flesh revealed as he pushed his pants down. One bare foot raised to press against Gabe's legs, sliding downward to kick off one shoe.
Gabe wriggled with the movements, disrobing himself as well as he could with Rafe's help despite the bed beneath them. His mouth answered his partner's, his head canted to pull himself as close as he could. Hips jerked toward Rafe's hand, even as his own slipped down Rafe's back to his backside, cupping one cheek with care.
"Mmm," he groaned into Rafe's mouth. "So that was...ah," he stammered for a moment as he sucked in a breath from a flash of Rafe's hand on his sensitive area, "everything you wanted? Anything I could have done...mm, better?"
"Nothing." Rafe's fingers circled Gabe's length. Their naked legs twined together, Rafe's hips lifting toward Gabriel's own. "I like you talking to me," he admitted. Abel had talked, too; what he had said had been very different, with none of the gentle reassurance his partner had shown. A lump rose in his throat, refusing to be shaken in spite of several hard swallows. He talked through it, punctuating every sentence with another small, shallow kiss.
"I like your hands, too. You're good with those knots. So… confident." He nipped sharply at the line of Gabe's jaw. His thumb passed over the head of Gabe's cock with a teasingly light touch; Gabe hissed softly, body jerking toward that grasp. Rafe's hips rolled, spreading his legs wider, circling Gabe's waist. "One day you should fuck me like that."
"Oh?" Gabe took the physical invitation, rolling Rafe onto his back. "What if I..." He leaned in, sealing Rafe's mouth with his own for a moment. "...fucked you like this, for now? But we'll definitely put a pin in tying you up later..." Rising up on his knees, he pushed himself into Rafe's hand while his own reached lower, two fingers teasing at Rafe's entrance. Rafael groaned, thoughtlessly shifting into that touch. He kissed Rafe again, completely content in the moment and the position they found themselves in.
"Mm, where'd the lube get put from last time?" He said against Rafe's mouth, clearly unwilling to move too far away.
"Under the bed," Rafael answered, between hungry, quickening kisses. His laugh was a soft vibration over the swell of Gabe's lower lip. "By the headboard, maybe." He shifted upward on the bed, the tight circle of his legs guiding Gabriel up with him. When his head hit the pillow he leaned over to the bed's edge, still kissing and stroking his partner all the while. His tongue thrust over Gabe's. His fingers swept toward the floor, but fell markedly short. He made a small, dissatisfied sound, at last breaking that playful kiss to whisper against Gabe's lips. "Por favor, meu amor…" Gabe shifted up, and over, giving Rafe the needed reach to retrieve the item in question.
The moment the rogue tube was found Rafael gathered his partner up again, pulling him close with pleading kisses and gentle, skillful hands. One of Gabe's hands broke away to grab the tube from Rafe, murmuring in Spanish against the other man's mouth. The tube was uncapped, lube applied to Rafe's backside; unable to stop himself, Gabe slid a careful finger up to the first knuckle inside his partner.
"Te amo, mi anjo, te quiero mucho... dime que quieras," he said, his voice rough with lust and want.
"You," Rafe moaned. His hands splayed on Gabriel's naked back. He turned his flushed face to Gabe's, dark eyes finding his lover's. "God, you feel good." His hips tilted upward to draw Gabe's touch deeper. Slender fingers moved up to tangle in Gabriel's hair, holding him close as he answered his demand. "More, amorcito. I want more." He sucked in a sharp breath as Gabe's touch moved in him; he shifted again, opening himself to that touch. "I want to feel you in me."
Gabe grunted against Rafe's lips, his partner's words making him harder than before. The hand teasing at Rafe's entrance pulled away, instead slicking his own member before angling himself toward his lover's hips. His cock slid in slowly, pressed tight all the way to the hilt, until their bodies were flush together. Rafael trembled, a pleased sigh passing over his parted lips.
"Mi anjo," he breathed against Rafe's cheek, nuzzling into his profile. Hands slipped down Rafe's sides, hips working slowly to withdraw himself before plunging back in. "You feel amazing," he replied to Rafe's earlier comment, his words tinged with the small curve of a smile. Rafe kissed him again, biting softly at his bearded cheek.
"I love you." His legs drew tight around Gabe's body, pulling him deeper into himself once again. "I love you," he said again. He caught Gabe's mouth and sucked at the fullness of his lower lip, groaning anew as he moved to match his partner's rhythm. One hand tangled in Gabe's hair; the other dug short nails into the sweat-slick plane of his back. The flesh beneath that touch rose toward Rafe's nails as Gabe drove down into Rafe again, and again, and again.
"I love you, mi amor," Gabe purred back, his mouth searching out Rafe's. He drank up the other man, his pace still lovingly slow. One hand trailed down to Rafe's member, curling fingers around its width; he stroked it in time with his own body's movements, drawing his partner along.
Rafe opened his mouth to him; slid his tongue beneath Gabe's, tasting, touching. His hips rolled between them, his body stirred once more by his partner's tender ministrations. Heat coiled low in his belly. A shiver passed through him, arching his back upward from the bed. His heel traced down the curve of Gabe's backside, down to his legs, feeling every shift of his body as they moved together. Every raw place the ropes had touched was soothed by the slide of their flesh. He felt the places those bindings had been, contrasted with this gentle, close connection, and for a moment it almost seemed too much pleasure to bear.
Then he focused once more on Gabriel alone, ignoring his own rising arousal in favor of his lover's. He rolled his hips upward, taking Gabe fully into him, his hands tightening on the body above him as he wound his hips on Gabe's. His partner deepened the kiss, doubling their connection by pressing down harder than before. His rhythm increased, sliding into Rafe with a carefully timed pressure, feeling his orgasm mount.
"Tell me when, anjo," he sighed against Rafe's open mouth. His strokes matched the tempo of his hips, encouraging his partner's own climax. "Tell me when."
A few slow, deep strokes more and Rafe felt his body begin to shake. Soft whimpers broke on Gabe's lips; he wrote quiet cries on Gabe's tongue with his own. He broke their kiss with a gasp. His head fell back against the pillow and he looked up to his beloved, their eyes tightly locked.
"Gabe—"
Rafe's fingers clenched tight in Gabriel's hair. His body drew taut. His legs stretched out, toes curling into the sheets below. And all the while he held on tight to the man above him, pinning Gabe's hand between them as Rafe's orgasm echoed through them both. His partner never stopped amid all of this, Gabe's own thrusts quickening as he felt the echoes of shivering muscles around his member. His climax came shortly on the heels of Rafe's, teeth cutting into one corner of his mouth as he moaned, cumming inside his lover.
"Ah, Rafe," he muttered, sliding down to press their bodies together again; he pressed himself deep again, enjoying the lingering feeling of being so close to one so dear, covered in sweat and cum and heaving chests. Gabe kissed Rafe once more, smiling as he did so, his face nuzzling into his partner's as he muttered 'happy valentine's day.'
"Mm, how about a shower, and maybe round two?" His beard scritched over Rafe's skin, his lips pressing small kisses along the outline of the corner of one side of Rafe's mouth. Rafael smiled as he nodded.
"That sounds perfect," Rafe answered, his hands still drawing languid shapes on the plane of Gabe's back. Then, with a deep breath, he rolled his hips and guided Gabriel out of him, kissing him even as he did. "Round two for you," he teased. "I do owe you one…"