Investigator of the Supernatural, Brewer of Tea (sedulus) wrote in shadowlands_ic, @ 2017-10-12 20:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | bertie eden, dex kessinger |
Who: Dex Kessinger and Bertram Eden
What: A continuation of the previous scene
When: 11th October, 1888
Where: Dex's home
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit adult content, s/D and BDSM themes, PWP, less-than-safe sex, entirely gratuitous smut. There is seriously nothing in this section except kinky porn.
"Christ, yes," Bertie strangled out gratefully, a bubble of relieved, giddy laughter trying to press between his lips, where there was hardly any room for it against Dex's mouth. Both of his hands were cradling Dex's face by the time their lips met, and from there they tangled in Dex's hair, Bertie's mouth frantic and hungry and his hands pulling Dex in impossibly closer. He tried to leave kisses all over Dex's face and gave up before he'd managed half a dozen, letting his head fall back to offer Dex his throat.
"Now," Bertie begged, "and again later, if you'd like. But definitely now." Dex was improbably tall--Bertie's involuntary attempts to ascend him like a ladder to heaven were thwarted by his sheer height.
They'd barely glanced at the collection, and Bertie really couldn't see them stopping now to enjoy it--in between open-mouthed kisses against Dex's jawline, Bertie told him, "There is no other work of art in this room so captivating as you."
Dex groaned into the kiss, liking Bertie’s fingers in his hair. Now was definitely happening, and later, too, most likely. He chuckled at Bertie’s words and then took him by the hand. “You are definitely good for the ego,” he murmured, kissing him solidly once more before leading him out of the room and to the stairs. His servants knew to be discreet and not a single one was around as the ascended the stairs and within minutes he had Bertie in his bedroom with the door shut behind them. There was a chair that had only a back that he sat in and then he pulled Bertie into his lap, having the other man straddle him, as he pulled him into another kiss, a deeper kiss and fingers already starting to pull at clothing.
Bertie worked against him on that count, attempting to strip Dex of his clothes as quickly as possible, and hang whatever Bertie had left on. They managed to struggle out of their jackets together, but once shirt buttons were undone and waistcoats hanging open and askew, ties discarded onto the floor, Bertie gave up on concerted effort and simply put his hands all over any part of Dex that had been revealed. Dex's chest was broad and as strong as the rest of him, and barely a moment later Bertie had plastered himself against it and fallen forward into deep-drowning kisses, rubbing their bodies together with little coordination but a great deal of enthusiasm. Patience was currently not a virtue in evidence.
"Beautiful," Bertie muttered against heated skin, returning to one of his new favourite places beneath Dex's jaw, sucking quick-blooming marks onto Dex's skin that would fade before they left the room. "All of you. God, I never imagined..." And then he gave up on words, which felt inadequate as they so rarely did, and squirmed forward so that he could rub the seat of his trousers against Dex's lap in slow, rolling strokes. His hands found their way beneath Dex's shirt again, so that Bertie could caress the curves and planes of him as he broke off the kiss they were engaged in to gasp for breath.
Dex did his best to help rid himself of clothing as well as Bertie’s and he wished, how how he wished, that they just simply were wearing toga’s instead. Then hands were running along smooth skin, fingers stroking in small circles along his spine.
He knew that Bertie wasn’t calling him a god, but he chuckled anyway with a reply. “I’m no god,” he murmured against skin. “But I’m pretty damn close to it,” he got out right before a groan as Bertie rubbed himself against his lap. He trailed lips along Bertie’s jaw line his hands going to hips to pull him more down on him as he rubbed against him. He hoped that Bertie didn’t want to take things slow, because he wasn’t sure he could do that, not with the touching, not with the grinding.
In one smooth motion, he rose to his feet while holding Bertie and moved towards the bed. There he lowered the man down and pressed kisses along his jaw and chest before moving away to start undoing his pants.
The noise Bertie made upon being so easily relocated was one he would have embarrassed about at any other time, but there was no help for it, particularly when he was given no chance to recover before Dex was hovering over him, his mouth on Bertie's neck. Bertie pushed his hips up off the bed to shimmy out of his trousers and pants, untangling himself from his remaining clothing - waistcoat, shirt, vest - before reaching again for Dex to similarly disrobe him.
"I want to touch you," Bertie murmured, his palms already smoothing over the skin he'd bared, his mouth following close behind to drop kisses on Dex's shoulders, biceps, and chest. Bertie's arms slipped around Dex to urge him close again, his fingers seeking out each dip and swell in the muscles there as Dex moved. "All of you. Have I said that already?" He broke away from his trail of kisses to smile up at Dex, one hand sliding down to palm the top curve of Dex's arse as Bertie shifted enough to draw one leg up, giving Dex more room to settle against him.
"You can leave marks, if you like," Bertie offered breathlessly, undulating once to get a feel for how they fit together like this. "I've..."
He stopped himself then from saying he'd been with a possessive werewolf and was used to being thoroughly bruised during lovemaking, because no lover liked to hear about one past, even if the relationship had definitively ended. "I'm not going to break," he said instead, with another smile, and found that the hand not snugly cupping Dex's arse had found its way without his conscious thought to stroke the curve of Dex's cheek.
“Then touch me,” Dex murmured back before he was being pulled in again. He lowered himself over Bertie, settling his lower half against him and keeping himself propped up with his arms. He was a big man, Bertie was of average height and weight, but the two went together fairly well, they fit together well. “I want to be touched, to touch all of you, to be in you,” he pressed his hips downwards, rubbing against him. “I want to hear you call my name. To hear you beg for release,” his words were silky against Bertie’s ear before he nibbled down on it.
The possessive dragon within him was pleased to hear that he could leave marks, to mark him as his, to hear that he wouldn’t break, but Dex knew the man was definitely breakable. Still, as his lips moved down along Bertie’s neck, they parted for him to bite. Not enough to break skin, but enough to pinch a little. He thrilled in the moment that he was allowed to leave marks, he hardly ever did so and it felt good to not have to hold himself back, but he did wonder if Bertie understood what he was and that to be careful of the dragon. The dragon, he had no control and liked many things that Dex kept hidden. “I can be, can get, rough,” he licked at the spot he’d just bit. “If it gets to be too much, tell me to stop.”
"Don't stop," Bertie breathed, head thrown back against the pillow to give Dex more room to work, his fingers flexing unconsciously and squeezing Dex's arse when he felt teeth lightly stinging his skin. He wanted Dex in him just as badly, even more than he wanted to feel Dex in his hand, although he thought he could manage both. "I'll tell you. I can..." he promised, and then he was squirming a little, slithering free with a shudder when they dragged against each other as he inched downward. "Just let me...one moment..."
Bertie had done this often enough to know that it would take a few minutes for him to work himself open enough for them to join, particularly with a partner as...endowed...as Dex looked and felt. He also knew that the time passed more quickly when both of them were engaged in other pleasant activities. He curled his hand around Dex's length and began stroking, slowly, looking up at the other man's face to watch his expression and learn how he liked to be touched. Eyes still locked with Dex's, Bertie kissed his way slowly down Dex's chest, lingering enough here and there to suck soft, blushing spots of colour to the surface of Dex's dark skin.
Bertie wriggled to the side slightly, and took a deep breath before sliding his mouth down around Dex to meet his hand, staying there and just breathing through his nose for a moment before he began to suck gently. He was teasing, mostly--this wasn't intended to finish their time together, just warm them up while Bertie carefully fingered himself open, moaning softly around Dex as he did.
When Bertie pulled languidly off with a wet popping sound, he licked his lips, and then licked Dex, who was still conveniently right there. "This might be a silly question, but which name would you like me to call you?" he asked, sliding one of his hands up and down over Dex while the other continued its work, three fingers deep making Bertie's eyelids flutter. "I thought I should check now, because I don't know how clearly I'll be thinking later."
That should be enough, he thought--Dex was wet and slippery now, and Bertie was stretched, and in any case he felt too impatient to wait longer. He sucked at the underside of Dex's shaft, mouthing it with proper appreciation, and then eased back and licked his lips again, feeling glazed-over and wanting.
Dex lost his mind. The moment that Bertie touched him, the moment his warm mouth enveloped him, he lost his mind. He groaned out at the pleasure and moved a hand for fingers to grip Bertie’s hair, tangling and tugging as his mouth moved over him. He lost all his senses. It should have been his fingers stretching out Bertie, but he couldn’t think past what Bertie was doing to him.
He was filled with so much want and need, that by the time Bertie was done he was grabbing the man and flipping him over and maneuvering to be on his hands and knees. He settled in behind Bertie and with hands on hips he pulled the man back into him but not to enter him. Not yet. His hands left his hips and spread out over his back, traveling up and then down towards his ass. Without any warning, a hand came back and smacked Bertie’s ass cheek. Not extremely hard, but enough to sting slightly. And then his lips were where his hand had been, soothing the redness he’d left behind while his thumb slid between asscheeks and pushed inward, just making sure Bertie was ready for him.
This, too, was familiar from being with a werewolf, this impatience to position Bertie and mount him, although there was a coiled strength and heat to Dex that was completely different, and turned Bertie's knees to water. His scalp still tingled from the pull of Dex's fingers, his spine curving into Dex's large hands, and when Dex smacked him he lurched forward slightly, whimpering, his cock jerking where it hung hard between his legs.
By the time Dex kissed the mark he'd left on Bertie and pushed a thumb inside him, even as little as it was, Bertie was too far gone for shame, pushing back against Dex to take him in deeper with a low, pleading moan. He spread his legs a little wider, his head dropping limp as he caught enough breath to plead for more.
"God, please, yes, take me, I want to feel you, I want you in me, Dex," and Bertie hoped that was Dex's preferred name - with supernaturals, you never knew, they tended to change over time - because the way it broke raw from his throat was like begging in that one syllable alone. He didn't want to be too demanding, to give orders rather than gratefully receive everything Dex offered, but with one cheek still warm from that slap and his entire body vibrating in anticipation, he couldn't help pleading, "Hard. Please, take me hard."
A smile graced Dex’s lips to hear Bertie pleading for him to take him, to fill him, to take him hard. He wasted no time to remove his thumb and then lined himself up behind Bertie, his hands on the other man’s hips. He knew he needed to go easy, Bertie had never been with him before, didn’t know the feeling of him inside him, but the pleas of the other man still ran in his ears and with a near growl, his hips pushed inward in a quick, hard thrust and filling the man completely. He groaned out loudly, his fingertips digging into Bertie’s hips as he stilled himself for a moment, holding Bertie still. He had to adjust, wanted to relish how it felt with his cock buried deep inside Bertie’s ass and god what a perfect feeling it was.
After a few seconds for each to catch their breaths, he could not take it any longer and started to move his hips in long, rough thrusts. He withdrew to the tip and giving Bertie what he wanted, he slammed back into him, keeping the pace quick and hard, a hand moving to slap him on the asscheek again while the other slide up Bertie’s back and grabbed hold of a shoulder and then releasing only to move and grab a handful of hair.
Bertie had been prepared, he'd thought, for the burn, the additional stretch and drag and pain of being filled this way, but it still drove him onto his elbows with a gasp. His eyes prickled hot and wet and he blinked, willing himself to open up and relax, to let Dex move...
And somehow, at the first roll of Dex's hips and deep push back inside him, he managed it. It took a few thrusts for Bertie to shakily raise himself back to his hands, and another few before he was rocking back into it, begging with the arch of his back for more in spite of the burn and ache, panting out ahh, ahh on every breath in choked moans when he couldn't catch enough air to speak.
When Dex pulled his hair, Bertie flowed back into him like water, his entire body following that point of contact until his back was against Dex's chest and he was half-in Dex's lap, gravity pulling him down when he yielded to it until he could feel Dex's balls nestled against him and he moaned. He hadn't stopped moving--as soon as he was upright, he was riding Dex as urgently as his shaking legs would allow, taking Dex as deeply as he could until he'd gotten the angle right and was crying out every time he impaled himself on Dex's length.
He'd meant to ask about the household, about Dex's son, about discretion, but that had all gone out of his head now, his entire focus on the jolting rhythm spiking pleasure up his spine and the flushed cock bobbing between his legs that Bertie refused to touch, because Dex had asked him to beg for his release, and there was almost nothing Bertie wanted more than to be granted that once Dex was satisfied.
Bertie reached behind him with one arm to remove temptation, his hand brushing Dex's hair and sliding to the back of his neck, caressing bare skin lightly in counterpoint to the rough slap of their bodies together as Bertie rode him. Closing his eyes, Bertie let his head fall loose to one side, offering his throat again to the dominant predator in the room. His arse was hot, flushed where Dex had slapped him a second time and stinging at the friction with each rough thrust, and he could feel the heat of Dex's broad chest against his back. The muscles in his thighs were burning--Bertie strove to maintain the punishing pace Dex had set, but he could feel himself tiring, his rise and fall turning slightly irregular, and the whimpers in his throat growing more desperate.
Dex heard the groans, the gasps, and at one time was sure he recognized the sound of pain but he was so far removed from it that he didn’t react to it. Instead he continued on fucking Bertie as hard and fast as he could manage. If the man wanted him to stop he only had to use one word to end it all.
The vice grip that Bertie had on Dex’s cock was almost enough to send him stumbling and spiraling, but he had more control than most men that he knew that he could withhold an orgasm if he wanted depending on how good it felt, and oh how good it felt. Having Bertie upright had put a new angle on it all, he was going in deeper and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before he finally did give in. He could feel Bertie tiring and knew that he had to give in this time. The baring of the neck pleased him greatly and his lips touched skin, his tongue sliding along the curve of his neck before finding an appropriate place to bite, and bite he did. Again, he did not puncture skin but he did enough that with the bite as well as him sucking on the skin would leave his mark on him for a while. And as he heard Bertie call out his hands found hips and helped to lift him and then pull him down again three more times before Dex released him with his mouth to cry out as the orgasm took him fully, filling Bertie’s ass with his seed as he helped the other man move to allow him to finish before coming to a stuttering halt, breathing harshly against Bertie’s neck.
When his eyes opened, to look down Bertie’s front, he realized the man had yet to reach his own release and his lips smiled against skin. “You didn’t come,” he breathed against his ear as his hand came around to wrap around Bertie’s shaft. “How do you want to come?” He gave a gentle stroke. He was still buried in his ass, Bertie’s back flush against his chest, but he would not move until Bertie told him exactly what he wanted to know.
Bertie shuddered, his neck throbbing in a way that was almost satisfaction enough--that declared he had been claimed, when it had been so long since he'd felt so possessed by anyone. He could feel Dex's seed inside him, and the knowledge that he had been marked both by sight and scent, completely and utterly, left him boneless and sated.
Nearly, anyway. A part of him was very much not sated, and Dex's hand was wrapped pointedly around it.
He moaned at the first stroke, his hips lifting into it without conscious decision, chasing the grip of Dex's hand. He sank back almost at once, wanting to keep Dex inside him for a moment more, feeling full and well-used. Bertie turned his face toward Dex's voice in his ear, burying his nose in the side of Dex's neck so that he could breathe in Dex's scent, licking salt from his skin before sighing softly.
"Make me come, please," Bertie murmured, and the last word roused him, the reminder that Dex wanted him to beg for it, and Bertie wanted that, too, wanted to plead until his voice broke and his world went white. "Please," he repeated, his voice gaining strength and urgency. "Please, Dex, touch me, I want your hand on me, please make me come, Dex..."
He'd held the words back before, but now they spilled out, bubbling over in a rush. "Make me yours, I'm yours, however you want, just touch me, please, Dex, please, let me come for you..."
Dex groaned out at Bertie’s pleas, begging for release. And how he moved, well, if Bertie wasn’t careful Dex would be hard again sooner than anticipated as he had yet to go fully flaccid. Bertie was fantastic at being submissive, so much so that it was a direct turn on for him. His fingers tightened just slightly around Bertie’s cock and he thought about how great it would feel to have that cock in his own ass. He rarely let anyone enter him, he was always the one in charge but he let his mind wander anyway. While he thought of that, he stroked Bertie in slow, tight strokes.
And then he stopped. He had another idea and he needed to get Bertie off his cock before he became hard again and took the man all over again; he knew Bertie had to be sore and he didn’t want to completely ruin the man. No, that was a lie. He would fuck Bertie for as long as the man let him, but Bertie needed a reprieve. So, taking his hand from the man’s cock, he grabbed him around the waist and pulled Bertie off of him. Turning him he put him on his back and looked down at him for a moment before leaning down to hover over him and kiss him roughly on the mouth.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he murmured against his lips before he was kissing down his body, his mouth heading straight for his cock. He ran his tongue the length of him and then engulfed him while a finger slide inside easy enough from the slickness of his seed and slowly fingered him while he sucked on him, going slowly to begin with.
Bertie's lips were still parted from that kiss, his expression dazed, when Dex began to move down his body--even before the first touch of his tongue, Bertie had gone taut, breath catching in his throat. "Oh God, God-d-Dex," he babbled, correcting himself before Dex could this time with what little thought he had left. "Please, I want...I need, need you, want your..."
He couldn't even think properly, and it was taking everything he had, fists clenched white-knuckled in the sheets and heels digging hard into the mattress, to keep from coming at the first touch of Dex's mouth. The sight of it alone threatened to undo him, and Bertie almost looked away before forcing himself to watch, because this was what Dex was asking of him, to earn it, to hold on until he couldn't any longer.
"Please let me come, please make me come, your mouth, your hand, you feel...Dex, you're in...I can still feel you in me, I need...please, pleaseplease, I can't..."
And he really couldn't--Dex's fingers were languidly stroking him, jangling already-overstimulated nerves and only reinforcing Bertie's awareness of himself being fucked-open and filled with seed, and Dex's mouth was hot and wet around him, slowly sucking while Bertie's body screamed for more, more pressure, more speed, more anything, more more more.
"Please," he begged, voice strained higher, strangling the word. He tried to force his fists to unclench, for his body to go loose, but there was no help for it, as tightly-wound as he was, with no reprieve from the stimulation. "Dex, please."
Dex moaned around Bertie’s cock as the man begged and pleaded with him. He tortured the man a little more, keeping his pace excruciatingly slow before finally coming up, a popping sound as mouth left cock.
“Come when you can,” he gave Bertie permission and then he had Bertie’s cock back in his mouth, sucking harder, his head bobbing faster while his tongue found the little nerve beneath the head and teased it, his finger continuing to fuck his ass only harder and faster in order to push the man over the edge.
It was a very short trip to the edge, as Bertie had already been teetering somewhat desperately on the precipice, and Dex's tongue left him dangling over the cliff and hanging on by his fingernails before he cried out--a warning, Dex's name, an incoherent sound--and came, his hips jerking an inch off the bed as his stomach muscles went taut and his eyes finally slammed closed.
Dex fucked him through it, until Bertie was no longer certain whether it was the aftershocks of pleasure or the sweet knife-edge of too much that bordered on pain. He whimpered when he thought he couldn't take any more, although if Dex continued, Bertie already knew he wouldn't stop him. Dex would stop if Bertie asked, and that was enough for Bertie to want to take everything Dex asked of him in turn, if he could.
He was finally wrung out, the last twitches and gasps pulled from him until he lay limp on the bed, an arm thrown onto the pillow beside his head where he'd tried at one point to stifle the sounds he'd been making with his fist between his teeth. Bertie blinked heavy-lidded eyes open and let his head roll around bonelessly to one side on his shoulders, an arm reaching down for Dex, to touch his cheek with soft, light fingers. He found a helpless little smile on his face, but he couldn't speak yet--unusual for him, as often he could hardly be silenced.
"Thank you," he finally murmured, wholly inadequate, and stroked Dex's jaw with his fingertips. His other hand found the bite mark on his neck and pressed down on it, smile glazing over at the ache of a burgeoning bruise. Anything Dex wanted, in that moment, Bertie himself wanted nothing more than to give him.
Dex liked to toy with those who shared his bed with him. To push them far, to dangle a carrot right before them but not allow them to have it until he finally gave it. It was control. Dominance. He liked it. Thrived on it. Today he was not disappointed as he was given everything he had wanted from Bertie.
When the man came, he swallowed the seed that spewed in his mouth and then licked him clean as if he were an ice cream cone. His finger was removed from him and then slowly he crawled up Bertie to drop a kiss on his lips before he fell to the side and then rolled to his back and let out a happy, contented, sated sigh.
“You’re welcome,” Dex chuckled and looked over at Bertie, a smile touching his lips. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you too badly?” He worried about that. Supernaturals, most of them, could take the roughness that he could bestow on them, but a human was a bit more breakable.
Bertie shook his head, still not trusting his voice, his throat raw and dry. "I wanted you like that," he said after he'd swallowed, and then rolled onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow so that he could lean over Dex and return the kiss.
"I'll feel you tomorrow, still," he murmured when they broke apart, smiling. Then he laughed softly and leaned against Dex's side, draped half-over his chest and tucking one leg over Dex's. "I'm afraid I didn't see a single piece of your collection. You could ask me about pottery and ornaments and I wouldn't remember a thing."
Dex didn’t mind the cuddling and in fact wrapped an arm around Bertie and let him stay as he was. “That’s alright,” he chuckled. “You’re welcome back any time to view my collection,” he told him. “There are two pieces over there,” he gestured towards a wall. “Hanging on the wall. Tapestry paintings that I thought went well with the room,” he explained. “When we finally drag ourselves from the bed, you can at least view them.”
For once, Bertie didn't even glance away at the mention of a promising distraction. "I think I have the best view already," he teased, leaning in for another kiss. "But perhaps later."