Alexei part 2
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roxyPrevious Parts are stalking you in the deep weeds, but they’re just playing…I’m pretty sure…
Aww. Look at that sweet little face, give Alexei a cookie!
A little more even though it's very short, because I’m not going to be on all day. *sob* Not that it matters, I guess most of you are reading the HP book. I’ll probably swing by Targ-Hell and pick up my copy today, even though I’m pretty sure it’ll be a while before I can read it. Ah, that’s what tubs are for. *grin*
More Alexei? Hokay!
rated 4
The Edge Of The Forest
Dress. Get on the bed.”
Alexei grabbed the nightshirt, pulled it over his head and sat on the bed. He pulled the collar up to his nose and inhaled. It smelled wonderfully fresh and clean, and so crisp and smooth against his skin. He closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the shirt and a cold bony hand landed on the back of his neck. The long fingers wrapped around it, caressing him, dipping lower and lower as they rubbed and lightly kneaded his skin. He kept his eyes closed.
“Lay down.” Filip commanded him and he laid on his back against the pillows and groaned, they were down filled and cradled his head like, like—Viktor’s hands. Poor Viktor, he thought. So sad that he died so young, so unfortunate…he smiled slightly and Filip leaned over and touched his lips to Alexei’s smiling mouth, pressed gently, increasing the pressure slowly until Alexei was kissing back, his lips parted to Filip, Filip’s hands wandered over his body, pushing the crisp cotton shirt up to expose smooth warm flesh, the material tickled as it rode up and he lifted his head to watch Filip tracing trails on his belly with his fingernails, trailing down in a scratchy meandering line to his slowly filling cock.
Alexei was surprised by the touch; he’d expected to do all the work, he’d expected it to hurt. As Filip’s hands warmed, he rubbed and stroked him, pulling his foreskin up over the head of his cock and down again, again and again until Alexei let out a soft grunt, and thrust lightly into the hand wrapped around him. Filip encouraged him, bent over and ran his tongue around the weeping head, under the skin, lightly nibbling and raking his teeth around the tender flesh until Alexei grabbed his hair and moaned, “Don’t don’t, I have to—“
Filip grinned and plunged down on Alexei’s cock, swallowing and lowering himself until it seemed lodged in his throat. Alexei shook and shuddered and startled himself by coming hard, he’d never really felt anything like it, as he came Filip’s throat seemed to sheath him like a sword, he screamed out and his hands flew from his shoulders to the back of his head—even in the grip of a truly spectacular orgasm he had enough sense of preservation not to shove Filip’s head down…
Filip leaned back, wiped his mouth and licked at the corners of his mouth. He got up and undressed, slowly and with concentration for each article of clothing, folding and placing each piece on a chair by a large desk.
Finally he stood nude by the bed, wiping an odorless oil over his weeping erection, each breath he took shook him, he bit his lip as he ordered Alexei onto his belly on the bed.
So, the other shoe. Alexei was familiar with this; it was almost comforting in it’s predictability. He spread his legs wide, closed his eyes and waited for the pain.
Instead, there was warmth---warm and slick, a single finger circling his opening, slowly, softly, circling, spreading slick around the slowly easing ring of muscle, he gasped and gasped again. This was all so strange—he never was touched this gently before, not even Viktor treated him this---kindly.
He began to instinctively move back against the gentle steady pressure of the finger, and another joined that one, circling still and Alexei pushed back, biting his lip over a groan. Another finger, three now, gentle against him and now they pressed in, stroked evenly and carefully in and out.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” he answered. It was true. He liked it; he always had liked it, now he liked it more…he gasped when the fingers moved inside of him, crooked and touched and sent little bolts of lightening to spark and burn in his blood. He groaned aloud, and whimpered when the fingers slowly left him, until Filip pulled him up, pushed one pillow under his hips and told him to grasp one of the others. “Hold onto a pillow.” Alexei grabbed the down pillow with both hands and Filip drove into him, still slowly, still carefully but steadily, not stopping, ignoring Alexei’s cries, groans, intent only on sheathing himself deeply in him, covering him from head to toe with his own body.
Alexei shuddered and Filip groaned, withdrew a little and drove in again, over and over, hitting that spot that made his blood explode, pushing his cock against the silky smooth sheets and riding him into an orgasm that shook him from head to toe, shook his sense of the world, filled him and hurt him and made him scream aloud when Filip came inside of him.
After he lay gasping, covered with sweat, his mouth wet and open against the pillow and his eyes blurred--he had no experience to compare to what had happened…it was as if a frightening new world had opened before him.
Filip laughed and flipped him over. Alexei lifted his arms towards him and Filip slapped him hard enough to break skin and send stars exploding in his head. Alexei flung himself backwards away from him and rolled into a ball, snarling at himself, hating himself for forgetting he was a whore and a thief for a moment.
“Don’t make a mistake, little dog. I don’t love you, and you won’t love me. You’re here for one reason. Entertain me. Do that well and you need never worry. Bore me, and you’ll pay the price. Understand?”
Alexei let everything he felt shine in his eyes. He licked the blood off his lip and nodded. He’d entertain him all right, bastard dog shit that he was. He’d entertain the fucking hell out of him. Filip touched his split lip softly, tenderly, leaned in and sucked at it, pulling his blood into his mouth and sighing so that Alexei found his cock rising again. Filip nursed at the wound and danced his fingers over Alexei’s wet and stiffing flesh. When he came again, the taste of blood was in his mouth, his blood was smeared on Filip’s lips.
tbc…
Aww. Look at that sweet little face, give Alexei a cookie!
A little more even though it's very short, because I’m not going to be on all day. *sob* Not that it matters, I guess most of you are reading the HP book. I’ll probably swing by Targ-Hell and pick up my copy today, even though I’m pretty sure it’ll be a while before I can read it. Ah, that’s what tubs are for. *grin*
More Alexei? Hokay!
rated 4
The Edge Of The Forest
Dress. Get on the bed.”
Alexei grabbed the nightshirt, pulled it over his head and sat on the bed. He pulled the collar up to his nose and inhaled. It smelled wonderfully fresh and clean, and so crisp and smooth against his skin. He closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the shirt and a cold bony hand landed on the back of his neck. The long fingers wrapped around it, caressing him, dipping lower and lower as they rubbed and lightly kneaded his skin. He kept his eyes closed.
“Lay down.” Filip commanded him and he laid on his back against the pillows and groaned, they were down filled and cradled his head like, like—Viktor’s hands. Poor Viktor, he thought. So sad that he died so young, so unfortunate…he smiled slightly and Filip leaned over and touched his lips to Alexei’s smiling mouth, pressed gently, increasing the pressure slowly until Alexei was kissing back, his lips parted to Filip, Filip’s hands wandered over his body, pushing the crisp cotton shirt up to expose smooth warm flesh, the material tickled as it rode up and he lifted his head to watch Filip tracing trails on his belly with his fingernails, trailing down in a scratchy meandering line to his slowly filling cock.
Alexei was surprised by the touch; he’d expected to do all the work, he’d expected it to hurt. As Filip’s hands warmed, he rubbed and stroked him, pulling his foreskin up over the head of his cock and down again, again and again until Alexei let out a soft grunt, and thrust lightly into the hand wrapped around him. Filip encouraged him, bent over and ran his tongue around the weeping head, under the skin, lightly nibbling and raking his teeth around the tender flesh until Alexei grabbed his hair and moaned, “Don’t don’t, I have to—“
Filip grinned and plunged down on Alexei’s cock, swallowing and lowering himself until it seemed lodged in his throat. Alexei shook and shuddered and startled himself by coming hard, he’d never really felt anything like it, as he came Filip’s throat seemed to sheath him like a sword, he screamed out and his hands flew from his shoulders to the back of his head—even in the grip of a truly spectacular orgasm he had enough sense of preservation not to shove Filip’s head down…
Filip leaned back, wiped his mouth and licked at the corners of his mouth. He got up and undressed, slowly and with concentration for each article of clothing, folding and placing each piece on a chair by a large desk.
Finally he stood nude by the bed, wiping an odorless oil over his weeping erection, each breath he took shook him, he bit his lip as he ordered Alexei onto his belly on the bed.
So, the other shoe. Alexei was familiar with this; it was almost comforting in it’s predictability. He spread his legs wide, closed his eyes and waited for the pain.
Instead, there was warmth---warm and slick, a single finger circling his opening, slowly, softly, circling, spreading slick around the slowly easing ring of muscle, he gasped and gasped again. This was all so strange—he never was touched this gently before, not even Viktor treated him this---kindly.
He began to instinctively move back against the gentle steady pressure of the finger, and another joined that one, circling still and Alexei pushed back, biting his lip over a groan. Another finger, three now, gentle against him and now they pressed in, stroked evenly and carefully in and out.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” he answered. It was true. He liked it; he always had liked it, now he liked it more…he gasped when the fingers moved inside of him, crooked and touched and sent little bolts of lightening to spark and burn in his blood. He groaned aloud, and whimpered when the fingers slowly left him, until Filip pulled him up, pushed one pillow under his hips and told him to grasp one of the others. “Hold onto a pillow.” Alexei grabbed the down pillow with both hands and Filip drove into him, still slowly, still carefully but steadily, not stopping, ignoring Alexei’s cries, groans, intent only on sheathing himself deeply in him, covering him from head to toe with his own body.
Alexei shuddered and Filip groaned, withdrew a little and drove in again, over and over, hitting that spot that made his blood explode, pushing his cock against the silky smooth sheets and riding him into an orgasm that shook him from head to toe, shook his sense of the world, filled him and hurt him and made him scream aloud when Filip came inside of him.
After he lay gasping, covered with sweat, his mouth wet and open against the pillow and his eyes blurred--he had no experience to compare to what had happened…it was as if a frightening new world had opened before him.
Filip laughed and flipped him over. Alexei lifted his arms towards him and Filip slapped him hard enough to break skin and send stars exploding in his head. Alexei flung himself backwards away from him and rolled into a ball, snarling at himself, hating himself for forgetting he was a whore and a thief for a moment.
“Don’t make a mistake, little dog. I don’t love you, and you won’t love me. You’re here for one reason. Entertain me. Do that well and you need never worry. Bore me, and you’ll pay the price. Understand?”
Alexei let everything he felt shine in his eyes. He licked the blood off his lip and nodded. He’d entertain him all right, bastard dog shit that he was. He’d entertain the fucking hell out of him. Filip touched his split lip softly, tenderly, leaned in and sucked at it, pulling his blood into his mouth and sighing so that Alexei found his cock rising again. Filip nursed at the wound and danced his fingers over Alexei’s wet and stiffing flesh. When he came again, the taste of blood was in his mouth, his blood was smeared on Filip’s lips.
tbc…
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7/17/05 07:41 pm (UTC)*bounce*
Yes yes.
:)
Lovely stuff, bay-bee.
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7/22/05 03:44 am (UTC)