Dis Pater part 20
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So anyway, while we've been away from Dis Pater, it appears the boys have joined a traveling circus, and hijinks ensue! Thrill to the spectacle of the main ring, and Bruce and his lifemate Lex putting their white tigers through...waiiit a min--wrong story.
rating:4
Dis Pater
previous parts of Dis Pater arehere
Once in the bedroom they undressed and Lex lay down on smooth warm sheets, soft as flannel and smelling of Bruce. He groaned. He had no idea how tightly wound his muscles were still. He’d felt relaxed after dinner but now, he was tense again…it was an agony as they began to unwind.
Bruce rolled him to his belly and began kneading kinked muscles. “Alfred does this for me—stop that you.” and Lex snickered sleepily. Heat and pressure worked to sooth him, he could feel his brow smoothing out, he was suddenly aware of his jaw muscles unclenching—he didn’t even know his jaw had been clenched that tightly. He felt himself smiling as he slipped into sleep.
Bruce kept it up until he could hear Lex breathing slow, steady and deep. The faint snores made him smile. He kissed him on the back of his neck and sighed. Lex—life was so unfair to some people—as if they were made to suffer, to bear pain that they didn’t deserve to. He wondered what he could do to help Lex….
When Lex woke a few hours later, it was to see Bruce, his back to him and suspended upside down, gravity boots holding him in a frame, the faint creaking as he swung slightly back and forth woke him.
*Every one I know is…unique,* Lex thought ruefully.
******
Lex was surprised a few hours later to find himself alone in the room and light edging the drapes. It had to be late in the morning…he must have fallen asleep again without even realizing it.
He got up and pulled on a robe he found at the foot of the bed and stepped into the sitting room off the bedroom and there Bruce sat, barefoot and shirt open, a pair of khakis riding low on his waist and Lex pulled the tie a little tighter on his robe.
Bruce looked up and smiled. “Did you sleep well?” He asked and Lex got a flash of him hanging upside down in the frame and nodded. He decided not to ask Bruce how he slept.
“There’s breakfast on the sideboard there,” he pointed, “ and juice in the fridge…I’ll be with you in a moment.” he said and turned his attention back to his laptop.
Lex helped himself to toast and juice and sat next to Bruce who leaned toward Lex, Lex kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Business?” he asked.
Bruce murmured distractedly, “In a way…” He tapped away and smiled to himself before closing it and turning his attention to Lex.
“You haven’t been sleeping have you? Or eating very well,” he said watching Lex nip around the corners of the toast. “You’ve lost a lot of weight.” he said accusingly.
Lex snorted gently. “Yes well, there’s been a lot on my mind lately. I feel as though I have to keep moving--keep swimming or I’ll sink—like—like a shark. Only not quite as able to defend myself…”
Bruce laughed and stood. He took the plate holding the mangled piece of toast away and took Lex’s hand. “Come on, I’ll finish that massage.”
******
Lex sighed. He loved the feel of strong hands pressing down on him; he loved the feeling of being pinned in place. Bruce was so—slim, but so strong…so strong. His grabbed the sheets in his hands and squeezed hard. Oh God. Bruce pushed his hands against his ass and Lex pushed back, come on, come on, please! Bruce whispered something Lex couldn’t hear and moved away, he was back quickly, and Lex stretched, spread himself as Bruce pressed his fingertips the length of his spine, murmured in disapproval at the line of bone too clearly apparent under his pale skin. Lex made a small sound of annoyance and wanted to speak—but then Bruce slid his fingers down the curve of his ass to drift lightly around the ring of muscle that the pressure of his hands revealed. He felt even more naked, exposed like this, open to Bruce and helpless. It made him groan so loud and he heard a small answering moan from Bruce.
He felt little licks wetly moving across his shoulders, down his back again, down to the curve of his cheek, following the same path that Bruce’s hands had taken. He felt pressure—a gentle nip at the top of his thigh. “I learned something new. I want to share it with you.” Bruce whispered.
Lex laughed shakily, “Who taught you this new thing? If it was that *woman*, I’m not sure if I’m game…” He yelped softly as Bruce slipped the tip of his finger inside him and gently rotated it. Lex sighed…it felt good, he missed Bruce so much, missed the way he made him feel.
“I swear you’ll like it.” He bent forward and Lex could feel warm breath flow against his hole, and the touch of his tongue, wet, soft, hot…so hot—
“No!” Lex froze and stiffened, and reared back from the bed.
Bruce held him flat and waited until Lex relaxed again.
“Bruce, no –you don’t understand. Please don’t…” Bruce spread him and touched him again, kissed him, licked and sucked at tender skin and talked to him, “It’s me, Lex, it’s me, only you and me here, okay…relax,” He kissed him and circled the tight opening with his tongue, pushing against resistant muscle, coaxing it to relax—Lex shuddered from head to toe and groaned so deep, it made Bruce pause, but Lex begged him to continue.
“Help me!” He pushed back against Bruce and Bruce continued, on and on until Lex was yelling.
“You ready,” Bruce gasped, “are you ready?”
“Fuck yes, yes!” He moaned at the first touch of Bruce’s dick, moaned at the pressure, the heat... He grunted when it flexed inside of him—God! Bruce…
Bruce pulled out and before Lex could give voice to a protest, Bruce flipped him to his back.
“I want to watch your face when you come.”
Lex’s dick twitched and tried to rise, he threw his arm across his eyes. “You’re going to kill me,” he cried and Bruce smiled.
“Just a little death,” he said and plunged in. Lex arched his head back and cried out again and again in time with Bruce’s thrusts, and when Bruce began stroking him in concert with his thrusts Lex thought a little death was more than possible—he felt his heart hammering in his chest and for a moment wondered if he might die, and then he was coming, before he was even ready. it swept him like fire—he came silently, stretched out on a rack of ecstasy, his wide eyes stared up into Bruce ‘s ice blue eyes and Bruce—his eyes burned and his lip curled back, he bared his teeth as he pounded into Lex, “Coming, coming,” he snarled and lifted Lex from the bed and sunk teeth into his neck, growling and jerking his way through an orgasm that left them both breathless.
******
Later, Lex sprawled across the bed and parts of Bruce and wondered how he could ask him—he’d already asked him for so much, and asking for favors wasn’t something that Lex did with any degree of comfort and than Bruce said, “ I wonder if you’d mind if I flew back with you? I’ve been wanting to see this faux ancestral manse of yours anyway—if it’s not going to be an inconvenience to you—ooof!” Bruce gasped, “I take it that means yes—and air—becoming a serious need!”
Lex grinned, loosened his hold of Bruce and rubbed his cheek against the soft hairs on his chest. “I think I can manage to put up with you a while longer.”
******
tbc
So anyway, while we've been away from Dis Pater, it appears the boys have joined a traveling circus, and hijinks ensue! Thrill to the spectacle of the main ring, and Bruce and his lifemate Lex putting their white tigers through...waiiit a min--wrong story.
rating:4
Dis Pater
previous parts of Dis Pater arehere
Once in the bedroom they undressed and Lex lay down on smooth warm sheets, soft as flannel and smelling of Bruce. He groaned. He had no idea how tightly wound his muscles were still. He’d felt relaxed after dinner but now, he was tense again…it was an agony as they began to unwind.
Bruce rolled him to his belly and began kneading kinked muscles. “Alfred does this for me—stop that you.” and Lex snickered sleepily. Heat and pressure worked to sooth him, he could feel his brow smoothing out, he was suddenly aware of his jaw muscles unclenching—he didn’t even know his jaw had been clenched that tightly. He felt himself smiling as he slipped into sleep.
Bruce kept it up until he could hear Lex breathing slow, steady and deep. The faint snores made him smile. He kissed him on the back of his neck and sighed. Lex—life was so unfair to some people—as if they were made to suffer, to bear pain that they didn’t deserve to. He wondered what he could do to help Lex….
When Lex woke a few hours later, it was to see Bruce, his back to him and suspended upside down, gravity boots holding him in a frame, the faint creaking as he swung slightly back and forth woke him.
*Every one I know is…unique,* Lex thought ruefully.
******
Lex was surprised a few hours later to find himself alone in the room and light edging the drapes. It had to be late in the morning…he must have fallen asleep again without even realizing it.
He got up and pulled on a robe he found at the foot of the bed and stepped into the sitting room off the bedroom and there Bruce sat, barefoot and shirt open, a pair of khakis riding low on his waist and Lex pulled the tie a little tighter on his robe.
Bruce looked up and smiled. “Did you sleep well?” He asked and Lex got a flash of him hanging upside down in the frame and nodded. He decided not to ask Bruce how he slept.
“There’s breakfast on the sideboard there,” he pointed, “ and juice in the fridge…I’ll be with you in a moment.” he said and turned his attention back to his laptop.
Lex helped himself to toast and juice and sat next to Bruce who leaned toward Lex, Lex kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Business?” he asked.
Bruce murmured distractedly, “In a way…” He tapped away and smiled to himself before closing it and turning his attention to Lex.
“You haven’t been sleeping have you? Or eating very well,” he said watching Lex nip around the corners of the toast. “You’ve lost a lot of weight.” he said accusingly.
Lex snorted gently. “Yes well, there’s been a lot on my mind lately. I feel as though I have to keep moving--keep swimming or I’ll sink—like—like a shark. Only not quite as able to defend myself…”
Bruce laughed and stood. He took the plate holding the mangled piece of toast away and took Lex’s hand. “Come on, I’ll finish that massage.”
******
Lex sighed. He loved the feel of strong hands pressing down on him; he loved the feeling of being pinned in place. Bruce was so—slim, but so strong…so strong. His grabbed the sheets in his hands and squeezed hard. Oh God. Bruce pushed his hands against his ass and Lex pushed back, come on, come on, please! Bruce whispered something Lex couldn’t hear and moved away, he was back quickly, and Lex stretched, spread himself as Bruce pressed his fingertips the length of his spine, murmured in disapproval at the line of bone too clearly apparent under his pale skin. Lex made a small sound of annoyance and wanted to speak—but then Bruce slid his fingers down the curve of his ass to drift lightly around the ring of muscle that the pressure of his hands revealed. He felt even more naked, exposed like this, open to Bruce and helpless. It made him groan so loud and he heard a small answering moan from Bruce.
He felt little licks wetly moving across his shoulders, down his back again, down to the curve of his cheek, following the same path that Bruce’s hands had taken. He felt pressure—a gentle nip at the top of his thigh. “I learned something new. I want to share it with you.” Bruce whispered.
Lex laughed shakily, “Who taught you this new thing? If it was that *woman*, I’m not sure if I’m game…” He yelped softly as Bruce slipped the tip of his finger inside him and gently rotated it. Lex sighed…it felt good, he missed Bruce so much, missed the way he made him feel.
“I swear you’ll like it.” He bent forward and Lex could feel warm breath flow against his hole, and the touch of his tongue, wet, soft, hot…so hot—
“No!” Lex froze and stiffened, and reared back from the bed.
Bruce held him flat and waited until Lex relaxed again.
“Bruce, no –you don’t understand. Please don’t…” Bruce spread him and touched him again, kissed him, licked and sucked at tender skin and talked to him, “It’s me, Lex, it’s me, only you and me here, okay…relax,” He kissed him and circled the tight opening with his tongue, pushing against resistant muscle, coaxing it to relax—Lex shuddered from head to toe and groaned so deep, it made Bruce pause, but Lex begged him to continue.
“Help me!” He pushed back against Bruce and Bruce continued, on and on until Lex was yelling.
“You ready,” Bruce gasped, “are you ready?”
“Fuck yes, yes!” He moaned at the first touch of Bruce’s dick, moaned at the pressure, the heat... He grunted when it flexed inside of him—God! Bruce…
Bruce pulled out and before Lex could give voice to a protest, Bruce flipped him to his back.
“I want to watch your face when you come.”
Lex’s dick twitched and tried to rise, he threw his arm across his eyes. “You’re going to kill me,” he cried and Bruce smiled.
“Just a little death,” he said and plunged in. Lex arched his head back and cried out again and again in time with Bruce’s thrusts, and when Bruce began stroking him in concert with his thrusts Lex thought a little death was more than possible—he felt his heart hammering in his chest and for a moment wondered if he might die, and then he was coming, before he was even ready. it swept him like fire—he came silently, stretched out on a rack of ecstasy, his wide eyes stared up into Bruce ‘s ice blue eyes and Bruce—his eyes burned and his lip curled back, he bared his teeth as he pounded into Lex, “Coming, coming,” he snarled and lifted Lex from the bed and sunk teeth into his neck, growling and jerking his way through an orgasm that left them both breathless.
******
Later, Lex sprawled across the bed and parts of Bruce and wondered how he could ask him—he’d already asked him for so much, and asking for favors wasn’t something that Lex did with any degree of comfort and than Bruce said, “ I wonder if you’d mind if I flew back with you? I’ve been wanting to see this faux ancestral manse of yours anyway—if it’s not going to be an inconvenience to you—ooof!” Bruce gasped, “I take it that means yes—and air—becoming a serious need!”
Lex grinned, loosened his hold of Bruce and rubbed his cheek against the soft hairs on his chest. “I think I can manage to put up with you a while longer.”
******
tbc
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