A not so bloody Valentine

Part 17: ~ Tonight and forever ~


Crawford stared for a moment before nodding, the hand at his back moving to cup Farferello’s cheek, thumb stroking across his jaw gently for a moment.

“I’ll show you all you want”.

The hand slipped from his cheek to cradle the back of his neck, coaxing Farferello to lean forwards once again as he recaptured his lips in a gentle kiss. His fingers stroked across the nape of the Irishman’s neck, his h prh pressing firmly against soft pliant lips, making them open for him and welcome his invading tongue. As they kissed Crawford’s hand moved slowly down Farferello’s back, coming across the end of the shirt before trailing up, hand resting against the skin of his back. Farferello strained his neck to deepen the kiss more, moving against the American so he lay more against him, hands wrapping around his neck, holding him to him as the kiss became more deep and passionate, tongues twining needily, tasting the other as if for the last time.

Farferello groaned softly as Crawford’s tongue plundered his mouth relentlessly and soon found himself being rolled over onto his back. They separated only briefly when Crawford’s hands trailed to his chest, hands grasping the flimsy mesh shirt in his hands, bunching it up before pulling it over his head. The shirt was thrown to the floor as kisses were once again delivered to the Irishman before soon trailing across his cheek and jaw, nipping gently at his lobe as his tongue licked along the shell of Farferello’s ear. Farferello’s breath hitched a little and his unmoving hands began winding around Crawford’s back, pushing against his shirt until it was scrunched up, fingers dancing along his skin. The shirt was soon pulled off as Crawford started to move his es des down Farferello’s ear. He licked and nipped at his neck, teeth pulling on the choker at his throat before Crawford buried his face in the hollow where neck met shoulder, teeth nipping across his collar bone as he pulled back on his knees to start delivering kisses across the madman’s chest. Farferello writhed beneath Crawford, his hands running up and down his back, scratching gently as a moan escaped his mouth when he felt a nipple encased by a warm mouth, nibbling the hard nub, as Cord’ord’s tongue swiped across it. One hand moved to pinch at the free nipple, hardening it to a point as his free hand moved to the snap of Farferello’s pants, unbuttoning him, before pulling the zipper down slowly.

“Crawford…”

Farferello bit his lip on a moan, hands stilling when the hand at his pants slipped beneath them to trail down and cup him in his hand, stroking the soft skin at the base of his arousal.

“I like your pants more Farfie….”

Crawford grinned as he delivered a last lick to Farferello’s pinkenippnipples, before he crawled off slightly, kissing him, as his hands moved to the waistband of Farferello’s pants and began to tug them down and off. Farferello aided him, arms around his neck as he lifted his hips, only flushing slightly when he found himself naked before the American, pants long discarded as Crawford began to make a trail of fluttering kisses across and down Farferello’s body. Hands were sifted into black hair as the soft kisses were trailed down Farferello’s chest, stopping a moment to lathe at both nipples before continuing down the now spasming stomach. Farferello giggled a little as Crawford dipped his tongue into his navel, licking and nibbling softly, placing a kiss before he continued, Farferello arching sharply as a kiss was placed on the head of his arousal.

“Crawford!”

He surged upwards as Crawford continued to tease him, holding his hips down to limit his movements as his tongue trailed down Farferello’s length. It swirled around the tip, making the Irishman whimper softly before the head of his erection was taken into Crawford’s mouth, the warm heat around his erection madrferrferello writhe, hips bucking upwards for more.

“Please Brad….”

His eye closed, as he felt his legs being spread by a cloth covered knee, the mouth-descending father onto his arousal, one hand stroking the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Crawford smiled around him, enjoying the Irishman’s taste as he took more of Farferello into his mouth, sucking him strongly before pulling off to lick and tease the tip, licking across the slit and tasting him, as Farferello continued to whimper softly, mewing needily.

“Pleaseeee…”

He arched his back, allowing his legs to be spread more, knees apart and feet planted on the bed, as hands kept his thighs apart, the sucking motion increased as Crawford started to bob his head. Farferello clawed at the bed, one hand clutching Crawford’s hair tightly in his grasp, pushing him a little more against him.

“Brad…more…”

He groaned at the feeling, head rolling against the pillows.

He mewed softly when he felt a hand cup his sac, stroking the soft skin for a moment before trailing under. Fingers stroked and circled across the entrance to his body and he arched at the touch, eye squeezed tightly shut. He was to close.

“Stop…”

He fought against the motion to cum, pulling at Crawford’s hair until he lifted his head from him, eyes confused and weary.

“Far…”

Crawford’s head was pulled down, lips caught in a kiss as Farferello arched up, rubbing his naked sex against Crawford’s cloth covered one. Mouths battling for dominance as Farferello began pulling at Crawford’s pants, not caring as the button popped, yanking the zip down and trying to pull the pants from Crawford’s body. To consumed with need to care about much else.

“I want in in me…NOW”.

He moved beneath Crawford so he could pull his pants and boxers down, pushing them to the floor before pushing him to his back and writhed atop him, taking him in another heated kiss. Both groaned as they began to thrust against each other, erections rubbing as tongues dueled, hands moving frantically across one another.

“Fuck me… please”.

Crawford groaned, pulling his face away to breath shallowly. He took control of Farferello’s hips, calming the urgent thrusts slightly as he looked into his single amber eye, burning lustily.

“Are you sure…?”

Farferello snorted before thrusting against him again, pining his hands to the bed for a moment as he straddled him.

“Of course I am…. Please Bradley”.

The use of his name slipped the American’s mind as he pulled the Irishman down for another heated kiss whilst one hand searched blindly along the table next to his bed. Yanking the drawer open, it was pulled almost all of the way out as he searched blindly for the jasmine oil he knew to be there. Opening the small pot, he pulled Farferello to him tightly, holding him around his hips to stop his erratic movement as he coated his fingers, warming the oil gently, before he spread his legs, automatically spreading Farferello’s from the way he was seated.

“Don’t move”.

He moved his hand along the Irishman’s back, going lower and parting his cheeks before tracing a finger along his crack, circling his entrance, before gently pressing the finger in.

Farferello gasped softly, resting his forehead on the American’s shoulder.

“Brad…”

Crawford smiled as he pressed the finger in further, once in; he stroked the Irishman’s inner walls, pressing a little deeper until Farferello was grinding back against the invading digit, Crawford enjoying the panting in his ear.

“More..!”

Crawford nodded as he gently began to insert the second finger. He knew the Irishman couldn’t feel pain, but none the less, wanted to do it right. His eyes widened as Farferello pushed back, enveloping the fingers, pushing them further inside him and watched with interest as the Irishman arched, brushing their arousals together, as the sharp movement caused the fingers to brush his prostate.

“Fuck!”

Crawford let go of the hips he was holding, the grip not doing much good anyway, and brought it up to pull Farferello’s head down so they could kiss, swallowing his moans as he slowly began to fuck him with his fingers. He stretched the tight passageway before adding another finger. Twisting his digits inside the warm channel before curling them slightly, smirking when Farferello reared back, mouth pulled from his as he thrust hard onto the fingers inside jabbing at his prostate.

“You tease me anymore…and I’ll kill you”.

The threat was panted unconvincingly, as he pushed against the fingers inside him and ground against Crawford’s erection, making him groan in return. When either could take no more teasing, Crawford withdrew his fingers, much to Farferello’s annoyance, and shifted his lover slightly so he could coat his erection in the oil, groaning slightly at the momentary relieve before Farferello got impatient and straddled him again.

“NOW!”

He nodded with a grin, positioning the Irishman over his arousal and slowly began to enter, his mouth tearing from Farferello’s neck when the Irishman pulled from him and sat down, impaling himself hard on Crawford’s erection. The American whimpered, sucking in a breath as he tried not to thrust up into the welcoming tight heat. He looked up at Farferello, stroking a hand along his face and smiling as he opened his single orb.

“A…are you okay?”

Farferello nodded, shifting a little and both groaned at the feel before capturing each other’s mouth in a bruising kiss. Crawford gripped Farferello’s hips and started a gentle thr alm almost blacking out in pleasure when Farferello tightened his walls around him, clutching his shoulders and began to move himself atop him hard.

“Farfie…”

He mewed softly; resting against the headboard as Farferello moved his hands to clutch the metal rest, starting a quick almost brutal rhythm, impaling himself even harder.

“Shit!”

The Irishman moaned as he writhed atop Crawford, sinking down hard and fast as Crawford arched and thrust up hard against him. Mouths kissed and teeth nipped hungrily at each other’s mouths and skin, as they continued to move erratically

“Brad...close…”

He panted softly against the American’s ear, driving the other wild, as Crawford clutched his hips and began to drive relentlessly into him before a hand moved to encircle his erection pumping hard with his strokes.

Farferello had a moment to cry out, calling Brad’s name before he came, seed spilling over his and the American’s chest. His walls tightened and Crawford arched once more, thrusting into him deeply before he to came, taking Farferello’s mouth in a kiss before so. Both whimpered softly as they came down from the high, lying against each other and panting breathlessly.

“Wow….”

Crawford leaned down to kiss Farferello, the other lying against him, their seed mingling as they both panted, trying to regain their breath.

“I could say…the same”.

Crawford smiled softly, not caring about the mess they were in at the moment as Farferello snuggled against him, arms hanging loosely around his neck as Crawford’s hands gently stroked through the soft silvery cropped hair positioned beneath his chin. He kissed the silkiness of it for a moment.

His eyes watched Farferello as the Irishman’s amber eye slid shut, his breath slowing.

“I love you Farferello”.

He held his breath as Farferello looked up at him, a smile gracing his scarred lips.

“I didn’t think I could…but I can love. And I love you…”

He leant up and pressed a tired kiss against Crawford’s mouth before snuggling back into his arms.

“What do you think the others will think?”

The soft question stirred Crawford from his dosing and he clasped the Irishman to him tightly.

“I don’t care…I love you and they can shove it if they won’t accept it”.

Farferello smiled, looking a little amused.

“Definitely a bad influence on you Bradley”.

He nuzzled the American’s cheek, eye closing. He grinned at the little snort from Crawford at the use of his name before both began to doze lightly.

Neither heard the front door opening and the bickering voices that followed.


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TBC