hollow_moon

Jag made a happy little moan when their hips aligned right, and only just resisted the urge to go down on Val then and there. "Show me that bedroom, then," he asked, a glint in his eyes. "I'm banking on a completely decadent bed." But he couldn't quite resist completely - he'd always been shit at impulse control - and slid a hand in between them, tracing Val's shape through his jeans as his lips trailed along his jaw.

"Not as nice as mine... But it's not bad," Val grinned, tugging Jag towards the bedroom.

The bed was grand and white, the whole room full of light. It was a sharp contrast to Val's own home, and he looked a touch out of place as he grinned as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Jag glanced around the room, smiled at the bed, and then focused back on Val. Especially when he grinned over at him and - yes, taking clothes off was a great plan. Jag pulled his long-sleeved tee and tank top over his head in one move, and dropped them on the floor, grinning over at Val, giddy with the joy of the moment. Val was there, and real, and they were doing this again. It felt too good to be true, but Jag was going to roll with it. He stepped closer to Val each time he raised a foot up to pull off a shoe, or a sock, and eventually reached him, shirtless and barefooted, unable to stop himself from reaching out, a hand smoothly traveling up his chest, gaze following that same path. Up his fucking gorgeous chest.

Shirt falling to the floor, Val let his fingertips trace over every bit of bare skin Jag offered him.

"You are... lovely," he murmured, his fingers roaming higher until he was caressing Jag's neck, and then leaning in to trace the line of his Jaw with his lips.

Jag hummed happily at the brush of his lips, stroking his fingertips down Val's stomach until they found the groove of his hips, and were stopped by his waistband. "I can't wait to have you in my mouth again," he told him as he opened his fly, his voice a little huskier for how turned on he was.

Val groaned, then smirked wickedly as he pulled away and perched himself on the edge of the bed, one hand toying with the zipper on his trousers.

"Go on then," he grinned.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," Jag told him with a chuckle, joining him and easing his trousers and underwear down, not about to deny himself what he'd been dying for any longer. Besides, he was looking forward to finding out what kind of jewelry Val had on today - although admittedly less so than to tonguing at it, which was what he did as soon as Val's clothes were around his ankles, leaning forward to dart his tongue out as his warm hand wrapped around Val's cock. His other hand stroked over the tattoo on Val's thigh, as if for a hello-there to the wolf he had so missed. No, really, he'd missed everything about this.

Val groaned, parting his thighs n invitation as he leaned back slightly to get a better look at Jag.

"You paint quite the picture yourself on your knees, handsome."

His piercing was simple, as it often was, a stainless steel bar with a black finish. Nothing flash, nothing fancy.

It was gorgeous, as was the rest of him. "You can have me on my knees any time you like," Jag promised him with a half smile, then went back to the task at hand, tongue playing with the bar as his hand softly stroked the rest of Val's cock. His gorgeous cock. Yeah, there was a theme going on in Jag's mind, and it was all about how hot Val was.

Reaching out, Val combed his fingers through Jag's hair, letting his nails scratch lightly over the other man's scalp as he let out a low moan.

"That mouth of yours..." he murmured, wetting his lips and closing his eyes for just a moment as he savoured the pleasure of it.

Jag smiled at that, and pulled back long enough to spit in his hand, and request, "Keep talking," biting down on his lip before moving back to the task at hand - and mouth. His spit made for a smoother stroke of his palm over Jag's cock, and he sucked in his head, gentle suction as his tongue resumed playing with the steel bar. He might have been dying for this, but he wasn't going to rush through it.

"I... I honestly don't know how you expect me to form words when you're... Oh. Oh fuck- When...When your lips are on me and you're- You're doing that" Val groaned, gripping Jag's hair a little tighter and rolling his hips slightly.

It was worth it, though, that request, to hear that strain, that different pitch to Val's voice as Jag tried to recreate everything he had found out Val liked, the few times he had done this to him. The tighter grip in his hair had him moaning softly around Val's cock, and the roll of his hips had Jag open up to take more of him in, lips sliding down his length until Val hit the back of his throat, Jag's tongue cradling the underside of his cock. A little more suction as he pulled back, and then slid forward again, setting up a nice rhythm as his other hand tried to help Val get rid of his shoes, so he could get his trousers off and spread his legs. But he really didn't want to stop this for the world, and his tongue teased him again, the way that had first triggered that moan and tug, hoping to bring it about again.

"Oh, Jag... You should- You should stop. I'm not sure I'll last if you don't," Val panted- Though he didn't loosen his hold on Jag's hair at all.

He'd missed this. Not just the act, but just- This. The proximity, the heat... The scent of Jag's arousal.

Far from making Jag stop, or slow down, the words just had him pick up the pace and suck harder. As soon as he got one of Val's shoes off, he let him pull his foot free of his trousers and underwear and then spread his legs, his hand now coming to his balls to gently knead them. He hadn't wanted to rush through this, but he was loving the idea of making Val lose it this quickly, of watching and feeling him come apart because of him. This, this was worth all the conversations in the world. This was real, and it was them.

It would be so easy to surrender to his desires, to close his eyes and let go as he spilled down the other man's throat. However, Val found his self control, growling slightly as he used his hold On Jag's hair to pull him away from his cock.

"Wicked man," he accused.

Jag got off on Val's hold on his hair, and it was partly that that had him lean forward, against the pull. Partly that, partly that he just wanted, so badly, to make Val lose it. Not that being denied that wasn't a turn-on in itself.

"Not as wicked as I'd like to be," he pointed out, a strain in his voice, a happy glint in his eyes, rolling his balls gently against his palm, thumb brushing at the soft skin right behind them, his gaze not wavering from Val's as he sat back on his heels.

As vicious and wild as the wolf could be, it was just as capable of adoration and loyalty, and Val's voice softened as he drank in the sight of the other man and smiled.

"Come up on the bed with me, Jag. As beautiful as you look on your knees- I want you at my side."

"Be there in a second," Jag promised him with a half smile, and pulled his hand back to finish ridding Val of his other shoe, socks, trousers and underpants. Then he got rid of his own remaining clothes and climbed onto the bed, or more accurately, on Val's lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him again, both hands coming to cradle his face.

"Wicked," Val said again, though he was laughing between kisses as his arms snaked around Jag to keep him close.

Fingertips traced lines up the other man's spine, memorizing every curve, line, and ridge as they pressed into skin.

"I'm just getting started," Jag promised him against his lips, smiling before kissing Val again, his cock hard against his stomach. That giddiness was back, and making him smile between kisses and even through some of them.

One hand remained on Jag's back, petting and exploring, while the other snuck around slowly to take him in hand. He stroked slowly, his grip loose and teasing. He was toying with him, taking his time.

"Oh?" he asked between kisses, practically speaking the words into Jag's mouth. "Is that so?"

"Fuck," Jag chuckled happily, hips rolling lazily with the back and forth of Val's hand. "Yes. Yes, definitely," he confirmed, and kissed him again, with more heat. "If it was up to me, we wouldn't stop until we've christened every room in this place."

"My stamina's good, but it's not that good," Val grinned, tightening his hold ever so slightly. "This place has a lot of rooms you know," he added with a teasing purr.

"We'd have to stay here for days," Jag agreed, his breath slightly shorter now, and he smiled again to punctuate that clearly horrible idea, thumbnails grazing over Val's nipples. "I reckon - there's more food stocked than for just one breakfast? Wouldn't ever have to set foot outside." He chuckled, and moaned at a particularly lovely stroke. "Not unless we wanted to christen the grounds, too, fuck," and he was kissing Val again, forcing himself not to push him to pick up the pace, since he was hoping to last more than thirty seconds.

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