Gypsy Dance

First off: This is an insert for my ff.net account of Brooding Darkness, for the story Gypsy Dance.
Secondly: There may be more depending on how the fic goes.
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Gypsy Dance

Having arrived back at the white-washed mansion, Eriol led the way to his bedroom on the second floor. The whole room was coloured in blues and whites, with silver ornaments and decorations here and there.

Syaoran took this in in a matter of seconds before the door slid shut behind him. Eriol had held his hand the whole way here, and had only just let go, as the two arrived at the room.

The windows were open letting in a light breeze, and the flimsy curtains fluttered silently covering the now dark views of the once green landscape.

Pale hands slide around his waist, and Syaoran turned on the spot, his lips connecting once more with Eriol's, as they resumed their kiss.

A pale hand slid up the silk red shirt, untying it at the top, and slipping it down over the black-clad shoulders of the other man. The shirt was quickly removed next, revealing smooth, lightly tanned skin that was almost aglow in the dim light.

Eriol left butterfly kisses along Syaoran's shoulders and upper chest, one hand caressing the slim waist, the other hand sliding down the chinese mans back.

Syaoran pulled the sky-blue t-shirt from over Eriol's head, and tossed it aside, while the other man gently led them across the room to the large king-sized bed.

Kisses, licks and nibbles were exchanged before Eriol lifted Syaorans frame onto the bed, gently laying over him, and ravishing the mans neck.

Moans flew out into the night air, and hands slid to all places, exploring each other, as they began removing their bottom garments.

Finally exposed to each other, Eriol sat back, eyes taking in the beautiful sight before him, as he wondered what he had done in a past life to deserve this perfect being beneath him.

Syaoran, however, had other things in mind beyond the gorgous male above him - like pulling him close and resuming their kiss.

Eriol slid his hands over the silky soft skin, and over the silk covers of the bed, before reaching into a drawer just to the side of the bed. But he had to break contact to reach into it to recieve the lubricant.

Syaoran growled in complaint, and decided to suckle at Eriols right nipple, hardening the nub, before teasing the left one. And just as Eriol was getting back into position, Syaoran bucked his hips up into Eriol's resulting in two loud moans of pleasure.

Kissing the brunette lightly, Eriol flicked open the tube and lubricated his fingers, before sliding them into the beauty below him.

Mewling, Syaoran pushed into the touch, lifting is hips up off the bed, and digging his nails into the paler mans shoulders.

Eriol revelled in the sight, pushing his fingers in further, and rubbing their erections together, moaning out his name lightly at the contact.

Once fully lubricated, Eriol did himself, allowing Syaoran to guide his hand, and nip at him, before Eriol readied himself at the tight entrance.

Spreading his legs wide, Syaoran mentally waited for the painful yet pleasurable push - and it was only a second later that Eriol slowly - ever so slowly - pushed deeply into him.

Syaoran cried out, pushing back into the bed, as Eriol moaned lightly, grunting from the effort not to just slam relentlessly into the dancer.

Once fully inside, Eriol waited for a minute for the feeling to ajust itself, before creating a slow and steady rythem.

"Faster," Syaoran whispered. He was now bucking into the intrusion, but Eriol only held onto his hips and kept the pace slow.

Sweat trickled down them, and Eriol was trying to keep himself from ramming himself into the ever-so-tight entranceway. But he knew what he was doing - and this was going to feel *good*.

Ten minutes of this agonizingly slow rythem, and Syaoran was coming close, with Eriol not far behind. The brunette had not given up on his bucking - and like wise, Eriol had not given up on holding his hips firmly.

Their arms gripped onto each other, and both were gasping for breath, small kisses passed between them every now and then, but the the rythem remained always at the same pace.

A few seconds later, and Syaoran began to feel something within himself burning. He cried out Eriol's name in ectasy, the businessmans lips kissing his out-stretched neck, and a moment later he came.

With the already tight entrance tightening even more on his shaft, Eriol cried out also, coming not a moment later.

Panting after the orgasms had passed, Syaoran growled at Eriol. "Never... do.. that... again."

Grinning widely, Eriol removed his limp shaft so that the head was still inside, Eriol positioned himself onto his knees, and it took only a few more moments for him to become hard once more.

"But it's so much fun, my cute dancer," he whispered before ramming harshly back into the brunette. Syaoran screamed in pleasure at the invasion, and he too became hard, as they took up an very *fast* rythem, that caused Eriol to his Syaoran's prostrate every time.

This time around it only took them six minutes for the mewls, screams, shouts, calls, cries, moans and groans to turn into orgasmic names, as Eriol gave one last thrust into the brunette, spurting cum so that it dribbled out of his entance, sexily.

Syaoran moaned quietly as Eriol lay beside him - both exausted from their ministrations. Curling up so that he lay across the paler man, Syaoran whispered, "Did you enjoy the private dance?"

"Completely," Eriol replied.

"I'm glad we shared that taxi," he whispered drifting into sleep.

"And so am I."

AurthorsDeathNote: Well, there you have it! Thank you for reading!