Familiar Love

FAMILIAR LOVE

Krad moaned throatily as he arched away from Dark’s chest, the Thief busy chewing on his neck and pawing at his groin through his baggy white pants. As one hand dared to venture under the waistband and teasingly brush all the sensitive areas of his manhood, Kard rested his head back on Dark’s shoulder, panting and moaning. He felt one of the other’s oh-so-talented hands slip under his loose shirt (also white) to pet the flat planes of his pale stomach. Krad gripped the table edge in front of him harder as that hand ventured up farther to pinch and gently twist one of his nipples, making him gasp loudly and buck into Dark’s other hand.

The Phantom Thief nipped at the dark red mark he’d made on the junction of Krad’s neck and shoulder, then abandoned it to nuzzle behind his ear and whisper, “You make the sexiest little noises when I touch your body.” He emphasized his point by suddenly cupping the other’s balls and thumbing the head of his dripping penis.

Krad arched and moaned at the touch, rolling his head on Dark’s shoulder. The Thief’s other hand moved over to tease his neglected nipple, making him shiver and bite back what could have been another embarrassing noise. “It’s because,” he managed through his heavy panting, “you do these things to me…”

Dark chuckled huskily, nibbling on his earlobe and pressing the front of his crotch into Krad’s backside, letting him feel his erection straining in his tight leather pants. “I’m not sure who enjoys them more,” he teased.

Krad gasped and shuddered in anticipation as he felt the Thief’s rock-hard dick, even through their layers of clothing. “Dark… please…”

“Hmn, already?” he snickered, rocking against him as he stroked the other slowly. “That wasn’t much foreplay.” He dropped his hand from Krad’s chest and grabbed his thin hip, nipping his earlobe a bit harder. “Eager, are you?”

“Yes,” he moaned, unashamedly. He bent further over the table, letting go of his vice-grip on the edge. Over the shoulder Dark wasn’t occupying, his long blonde hair pooled loosely on the wooden surface.

“Can’t refuse you; not when you sound like that,” Dark chuckled, feeling hot and heady. He retrieved his other hand from the Angel’s pants and set it on his hip as well. From there, he pushed his hands up slowly, dragging his calloused palms over Krad’s pale sides while he pushed his shirt up. The other squirmed from both the feeling and anticipation, stretching his arms out to help. Dark pulled the white cloth over Krad’s head, catching some of his long blonde hair in the process, and pushed it all the way to thin wrists, but then stopped. Smirking, Dark bunched the material to make a nice, tight bind, then stretched Krad out even further. The blonde obeyed willingly, resting his damp forehead on the cool surface of the table. Then he felt a slight surge of power.

Confused, Krad glanced up, only to find a black feather over his bunched-up shirt, between his writs and imbedded into the table. The haze in his mind clearing a little, he pulled back to try and get out of the hold, but the shirt was wrapped too tight. “Dark!” he tried to snap, but it came out far weaker than intended.

The Thief chuckled and kissed the nape of his neck, the blonde’s hair successfully out of the way, held by the shirt. “You’ll be screaming that soon,” he whispered. Resting his hands on Krad’s hips he tugged the white pants, and boxers underneath them, down over the gentle swell of his ass and let them drop to the floor. Automatically, Krad kicked them away as Dark started to kiss and nip his way down his back. He swathed his tongue over the small of the blonde’s back, making him shudder and clench his bound hands. He wasn’t going to-

Dark licked the top of his crack, making Krad’s thoughts come to a screeching halt as he moaned longingly. Yes he is!

Gently parting both pale cheeks, Dark first licked his lips, then set to licking that tight, inviting ring of muscle. As he was rewarded with a shuddering moan, he gently started to work his tongue inside, keeping a hold on Krad’s hips as he started to writhe and squirm under the illicit attention. Once he was loose enough, Dark started to work his tongue in and out rapidly, making Krad toss his head and flex his hands and cry out the most wonderful noises of pleasure.

Abruptly, the Thief pulled back, wiping his mouth and making Krad groan in disappointment, sagging against the table. Then he felt Dark’s weight on his back again, his husky voice in his ear. “I was going to make you come just through rimming,” he panted, unzipping his tight pants with a little difficulty, “but you’re just too sexy to resist, Krad.” The blonde, who’s warm face was hidden by his arms when his forehead was on the table, just whimpered in response. There was something so hot about the way his name rolled off Dark’s tongue, provoking the most delicious ideas in his mind.

Pushing a few stray violet strands from his face, Dark grabbed the bottle of cooking oil he’d placed on the table earlier and deftly unscrewed the cap. He stuck two fingers in and tipped the bottle, coating the digits with the slick substance. “Ready, beautiful?” he whispered in the blonde’s ear as he pushed both in at once.

Krad gasped and arched as he was wonderfully stretched, loose enough from Dark’s tongue to accept both fingers gracefully right away. He shuddered as, deep inside of him, they started to twist and scissor hastily. It was borderline-rough, just the way Krad liked it. The first few times they had gotten together, Dark had always tried to prep him fully with three fingers and going slow, but Krad had quickly fixed that. He didn’t care if it was how it was normally done: it wasn’t how he wanted it. Depending on how he was feeling, sometimes he insisted on not being stretched at all. Krad had always been a bit of a masochist, but thankfully Dark understood.

Krad squirmed and clenched his hands as he felt talented fingers leave him. Dark tipped the bottle of oil again and poured a bit into his palm, which he quickly coated himself with. Before Krad, he would never take anybody after anything less than three fingers and plenty of preparation- because he never wanted to hurt the one he was supposed to be pleasuring. But he understood: Krad had existed on pain for so many millennia that he needed at least a little to feel anything at all these days. As that was the case, Dark tried to accommodate him through compromise. He could be rough, but the Thief never wanted to cause his lover any real damage, and Krad would just have to live with that.

“Here I come,” Dark whispered into his ear, nipping the rim once before guiding himself into Krad in once, slow thrust. The blonde panted and spread his legs a little wider to accommodate his lover’s wonderfully-thick girth, flexing his hands. Dark paused to let him adjust, panting against his shoulder. This tight heat; it was paradise.

“Dark,” the blonde weakly growled. “Move.” Another warm burst of air hit his skin as a laugh escaped his lover.

“As you command,” Dark smirked, righting himself and resting his hands on the table on either side of Krad’s pale hips. He pulled himself almost all the way out and pushed back in, making the blonde beneath him groan and clench his hands again. Dark repeated this, but faster. Then again, until he was furiously pounding into Krad, who was shouting and straining desperately against his bonds, moving back into and meeting Dark’s quick thrusts. Uneven, wild violet strands, weighted down with sweat, flew and bounced against the Thief’s well-toned chest as he panted and moved.

Suddenly, he changed his angle to where he knew Krad’s sweet-spot was, making the blonde scream even louder as pleasure exploded behind his golden eyes. He threw his head back and screamed again as Dark reached around and fisted his leaking cock. Moments later, his stomach quivered and his pale thighs shook. The feather broke and, with the help of his hands, he arched splendidly as he came in great, shooting spurts all over his chest and the table. The sight of his lover’s orgasm and his inner walls clamping like a hot vice around Dark’s own cock had him coming almost right after, spilling his seed deep inside of the blonde.

Krad hung his head and relaxed his back as he panted harshly, arms shaking a little as rested more fully on them. Also breathing heavily, Dark gently slipped out of his Angel, the other shivering with the movement, and tugged his hips up so he was sitting on the table. Gratefully, Krad twisted so he could lie on his back, staring up at the dark light that hung above them. Grunting a little, Dark heaved himself up on it as well and lay beside the blonde, slinging an arm over his stomach possessively as they caught their breath.

After a few minutes, Krad shifted, loosening the shirt still caught around his wrists. “You have a lot of nerve, Dark Mousy. Tying me up…”

The Thief smirked rather smugly at the hoarseness of his lover’s voice. “Just wait ‘till I get you spread-eagle.”

“We don’t have a four-post bed,” the blonde reminded him, letting the white shirt drop to the floor.

“I’m sure I can come up with something clever,” he shrugged, sitting up on his right elbow as the other hand drew lithe circles around Krad’s flat stomach.

The other cleared his throat, squirming a little under the touches. “It will never happen. Stop,” he lightly protested, shifting away from the ticklish feeling.

“Hmn, why not?” he smirked, trailing his tan fingers up higher. “I always make you feel good, don’t I?”

Krad scowled, but the red in his cheeks gave it away. Dark smiled down at him adoringly before he lowered his head, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. The two enjoyed each other’s tongues for a few moments, until Dark started to smear some of the drying semen on Krad’s chest. “Stop,” the Angel commanded, pulling away and tugging on a long violet strand as punishment.

Dark smiled childishly and stuck his tongue out, teasing him. “We need to shower anyway.” He glance down as Krad suddenly tensed and shivered a little, Dark’s now-chilly sperm leaking out of his rear and onto the table. The Thief kissed him and rubbed his thin hip comfortingly. “Come on; let me bathe you and I promise to sterilize the table after.”

“Fine,” the blonde agreed easily, a little cool now that his skin wasn’t flushed and his sweat had dried. Not only that, but he was abysmally sticky.

Dark gracefully got off the table, then helped Krad so he could avoid the puddles of semen from both himself and the Thief. He gently lowered himself to the ground, but they had been lovers for so long he didn’t get that sore anymore. Smiling, Dark grabbed the blonde’s hand and led him down the hall to the bathroom, where Krad turned on the warm water and Dark struggled the rest of the way out of his black leather pants.

Satisfied with the water temperature, Krad turned to the other, but caught his reflection in the small mirror above the sink. “Dark!” he frowned, gently touching the bright red mark on the junction of his neck and shoulder. Not only was it large, but it was going to bruise deeply. “I though I told you not to bite me anymore; I get the strangest looks from people.”

Dark smirked and kicked his pants off, stepping behind the blonde and wrapping his arms loosely around his waist. “You weren’t protesting at the time,” he purred, gently nipping the offended spot.

Krad shivered, but would have none of it. Smirking at the other in the mirror, he backed up half a step and ground his ass into the Thief’s groin, making him jump back as if he’d been pinched.

“Krad!” he whined, gently holding himself. “That’s dirty pool- you know I’m extra sensitive right now!”

“You weren’t complaining at the time,” Krad teased, sticking his tongue out a little and climbing into the shower.

“Man,” Dark muttered, climbing in after him and pulling the curtain across.

They took turns under the warm spray of the shower, soaping each other off and washing each other’s hair. Dark pampered his lover, gently washing his lower regions and spending extra time conditioning Krad’s thin floor-length hair. The Angel purred under the loving administrations, peppering Dark’s collarbone with kisses and touching his tan hips with light fingers. Demure golden eyes trailed down Dark’s chest, drinking in the sight of his lover’s muscles rippling under his tan, wet skin. Krad had always though of his lover as sexiest when wet; even if it was rain, it was hard for the Angel to keep his hands to himself.

Krad bathed Dark’s collarbone with licks and kisses, loving the way water tasted on his skin. Resting his hands on the Thief’s waist more fully, he started to kiss lower, swathing his tongue around a dusky nipple once before moving onto the next. Dark shivered and moved his hands through Krad’s silky-wet gold hair, hanging his head back and letting the shower lightly drum against his neck and chest. As Krad continued to love his nipples with licks and kisses, he felt himself growing hard again. When the blonde started sucking on one, expertly using his teeth, and gently pinching the other, his dick decided to fully reanimate.

“Krad,” he panted, lightly tugging on his hair to get his attention. The blonde sank fully to his knees before looking up at Dark, his position and those molten golden eyes sending the rest of his blood straight to his growing erection. Dark shook his head a little to protest; though they both had more than enough stamina (as well as libido), the Thief was always almost too sensitive after fucking the other. He could get hard without a problem, but even jacking off hurt the well-loved skin.

“I’ll be gentle,” Krad interrupted, before he could even open his mouth. The blonde extended his tongue and slowly dragged it up his already-leaking cock, right on the thick vein, making Dark shudder and grip his hair tighter. “Please?” he murmured looking up at the Thief through his eyelashes and smirking faintly. “I want to,” he whispered, his breath hot against Dark’s sensitive skin.

The violet-haired Thief couldn’t even answer; he just hung his head back again and moaned throatily. Krad was so damn sexy.

“Sorry?” the blonde smirked more, licking the underside of Dark’s thick cock again. “What was that?”

“Yes!” he choked out, gasping and shuddering. He looked down at his lover, wine-colored eyes shining with lust. “Yes, Krad, shit-”

“As you command,” he whispered, echoing Dark’s own words. Without further ado, he swallowed the Thief’s hot erection whole and was rewarded with a half-shout of pleasure and tighter hands in his hair. That was another strange thing about Krad; he loved to have his hair pulled, but only when he was sucking Dark off. It meant he was doing a good job- a great job, even. It was a deep feeling of flattery, as well as that hint of pain he so desired.

He pushed his tongue against the head of Dark’s cock, tasting sweet pre-cum, before cupping it under the thick length. He hollowed out his cheeks and started to bob up and down, the Thief’s cries of pleasure and the sharp tugs to his hair making his own pale length start to harden again. When he felt Dark start to get close, Krad suddenly deep-throated him, pushing his nose into damp violet curls. A scream tore from Dark and his legs tensed, hips flexing beneath Krad’s hands, who pulled back enough so he could milk the Thief dry, swallowing every last drop presented to him.

Dark groaned, panting and shaking a little. Krad stood back up and offered him a sultry, satisfied smile. Using the hands still entangled in blonde hair, Dark pulled the other forward and kissed him, entangling their tongues together and faintly tasting himself. As they made out, Dark freed his hands; one went to the back of the blonde’s neck while the other palmed his heavy erection.

Krad moaned into the kiss as Dark started to suck on his tongue and gently pump him. The blonde gripped tanned hips more as the extent of his own sensitivity became known; he broke the kiss and hung his head back into the spray of the shower so he could pant easier. Using the hand on the back of his neck, Dark pulled him forward again so Krad could rest his head on the Thief’s shoulder, where he panted hot air against his tanned collarbone.

Dark gradually increased his pace, making sure to be gentle, though. As Krad started to pant harder and squirm, Dark drew his head back and fell to nipping and sucking the red mark he’d made earlier. The added assault had Krad arching and coming again in moments, the white mess getting all over both of their chests.

As Krad panted, he brought a hand up to gently touch the mark. He frowned slightly at Dark, but with the red on his cheeks he looked more adorable than threatening. “Dark-”

The Thief silenced him by sealing his lips in a kiss and trying to swallow his tongue. Against such an argument, all Krad could do was cup his face and kiss him back. It was too late to do anything about it now anyway.

They separated eventually, and Dark smirked at his lover. “At this rate, we’ll never be clean.”

Krad smirked in return, grabbing their soapy washcloth again and rubbing it against Dark’s well-toned chest. “Well if you could keep your hands to yourself for more than a couple of minutes…”

“Well, I- Hey! You started it this time!” Dark protested, kidnapping the cloth to clean off Krad’s chest in return.

“Hmn,” he shrugged, glancing up at the Thief and smirking further. “Details.”

He raised his violet eyebrows. “Details my ass. Turn around.” Without waiting for the blonde to do it himself, Dark grabbed his pale shoulders and turned him around to face the shower spray. He caught enough of it to wash off his own chest, then pulled the shower curtain aside.

Still smirking a little, Krad turned off the shower and accepted the towel Dark handed to him. They dried each other off, staying away from the lower regions (mostly), then Dark went back into the dining room while Krad wrapped his long blonde hair in a towel. Pulling another towel around his waist, he went into their bedroom and dressed in a pair of big grey sweatpants and a loose white tank top.

“Dark!” he called on his way back to the bathroom. “Stop wandering around naked!”

The Thief snickered from the kitchen and finished wiping off the table before going to the bedroom. After he pulled on a pair of well-fitting black sweatpants, he joined Krad in the living room.

“Table’s clean,” he announced, climbing behind the blonde on the couch with practiced ease. Dark unwrapped the towel from around the other’s head, finger-combing through the damp, tangled strands.

“You cleaned the table with your dick waving all over the place?” Krad scowled, handing him a comb over his shoulder.

Dark took it and ran it through his hair quickly, then set about combing his lover’s. “It’s not like I cleaned it with my dick. Even if I had, though, I just took a lengthy shower with you! So I’m plenty clean.”

They sat quietly for a few minutes. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me over our table,” Krad muttered suddenly. “Do you know how long it’ll be before I feel safe to eat on it?”

“Oh well,” Dark shrugged, a smirk tugging on his lips as he watched the comb glide through the other’s hair. “It was so damn sexy I can’t say I care.”

“No surprises there,” Krad mumbled through the red staining his cheeks and the smile that tugged on his lips.
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AN: There might be another (sex-filled) chapter, depending on if you all like this one enough.