Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Cloverleaf Station: Chapter Fourteen, Part Two

 Notes: So...sexy times ahead! Don't read if you're not into it, the plot will pick up with no problems next week ;)

Title: Cloverleaf Station: Chapter Fourteen, Part Two

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Chapter Fourteen, Part Two

 


Sex didn’t have to be good. Kieron knew that. He wanted it to be, though. He wasn’t bold enough to shoot for “great,” but he was pretty sure he could do better than outright “bad.” Elanus had already told him the grand scope of what he wanted. Now Kieron needed to suss out the details, to find the heart within the body of their mutual desire. He could try a dozen, a hundred things out, go slower than the atomic decay rate of uranium, or…

Or he could just ask for guidance. Elanus fucking loved to talk, so it stood to reason he loved to talk about fucking. And once Kieron had made it clear that he was into getting guidance, he wouldn’t shut up.

“Tighter with your hand,” Elanus said, sounding almost normal except for the little hitch of breath at the end of it when Kieron anticipated his direction. “Fuck, like that, that’s perfect. Feels so good.”

Elanus was laid out on Kieron’s bed, head on the pillow, knees bent—if he didn’t bend them, his feet would hang well over the bottom edge. Kieron knelt between those thin, knobby knees, bracketed by legs long enough to wrap him up two times over. He was naked, but he wasn’t concerned with his own body right now. He was watching Elanus—specifically his cock, which was as long and lean as the rest of his body. He stroked him from the tip all the way down to the base, the trip smoothed by lubricant and precome, especially once he began brushing his thumb over the head on every up-stroke.

“That’s—yeah, and the thing with your other hand, when you—fuck yes!” Elanus shut his eyes, the muscles in his stomach going taut as Kieron stroked the smooth stretch of skin between the base of his testicles and his anus.

“Harder here?” he asked, pressing in against where he figured Elanus’s prostate was from the outside. He knew where it was on himself, but everything was longer on his lover’s body, and the rote motions Kieron was used to performing for himself couldn’t be replicated for Elanus. Not exactly. Yet another reason why guidance was so welcome.

“Mm, a little farther forward…yeah, there, mmmmm.” His voice trailed off on a moan. “You need to get your hand inside me, like now.”

“Why don’t we start with a finger and see how it goes?” Kieron asked as he slicked his hand with more lubricant.

“Your hands aren’t that big,” Elanus assured him. “I’ve had bigger. I could take it—I like it, I really like it.”

“I’d like to try it,” Kieron said, circling Elanus’s hole with the pad of his middle finger before sliding it inside of him. The glide was smooth, easy—there was barely any resistance. Elanus laughed when he saw Kieron’s surprised face.

“What, you think I haven’t been practicing a lot on my own lately? It’s stress relief,” he emphasized, “which I needed because I was plenty stressed, and that always makes me horny, and—fuck you, son of a—fuck!

“You did just tell me where to find it,” Kieron said as he stroked his fingertip over the bump of Elanus’s prostate. His strokes along his lover’s cock suddenly became a lot smoother—he was leaking so much it was almost like he’d come already.

“So you could play with it, not send me over the edge before you’re even inside of me!” Elanus complained even as he lifted his hips off the bed a little to chase the sensation. “Oh, fuck, can I—another finger, I’m ready, I’m fine.”

Kieron added another finger as he kissed the inside of Elanus’s right knee. “You are,” he murmured, closing his own eyes for a moment as he focused on the sensations that threatened to swamp him right now. Smooth heat, wetness, tightness, the pulse of Elanus’s blood through his body—a pulse Kieron could ready in three separate places, now that his lips were on his lover’s skin as well. He was so vital; he made Kieron feel more alive just being next to him Like this it was as though he’d forgotten he could feel this much until he was already inside of Elanus. “I want to be in you,” he said.

“Mmm, you are,” Elanus replied with a cheeky smile on his face. Kieron gave him two more fingers in retribution, and he moaned. “Be more in me, c’mon, I’m ready and I want it, fuck me.”

Kieron could draw it out a bit more, but…why bother? When Elanus said it was what he wanted, and Kieron’s own body felt a need and urgency that he hadn’t experienced in…he couldn’t even remember. He released Elanus, who sighed with something that sounded like relief but was probably disappointment, then slicked himself up and slid Elanus’s legs over his shoulders.

Hmm. His legs were so long this didn’t do a thing to lift his body up.

“We could—whoa!” Kieron hauled Elanus’s ass up into his lap instead, one hand holding him in place as he used the other for support as he leaned forward. He pushed in, slow and steady, thicker than all four of his fingers and just the right length to nudge against Elanus’s prostate at the peak of his thrust.

“Oh…god…” Elanus’s eyes were hazy, his face almost as flushed as his cock. “That’s…really, um, good.”

Kieron smirked. “Wait until I get going.”

“You’re not going to be able to hold me up for long, we should—”

All right, talking over. Kieron pulled away, then pushed inside again. He started slow, both to test his grip and make sure he could handle thrusting like this. He didn’t want to come yet—it felt so good, being this far inside of another person, inside this person, who he actually liked and wanted. Elanus clenched around him, holding him tight, and Kieron turned his face again, this time to bite the inside of Elanus’s thigh as he slowly fucked in and out. “Don’t rush me.”

“Don’t tease me,” Elanus begged. “I want—you should be—how are you not desperate yet?”

“Why would I be desperate?” The heat, the tightness, the way Elanus was looking at him—it felt so good. “Why would I want to rush the best thing I’ve ever felt?”

His lover’s face did something complicated, eventually settling into “soft but snarky.” “I’ll feel even better if you put your back into it. C’mon, I’m not going to break, and we can do this again.” He reached up and stroked Kieron’s face. “I promise, we can do this again.”

Kieron thought he understood. “You want to come?”

“Don’t you?”

“I want to watch you come more. Here.” He sat back to free his hand and began stroking Elanus’s cock again as he hammered into him harder, making sure to hit that spot every single time. He watched as Elanus’s face contorted with pleasure, leaving behind the artifice that was so much a part of him until nothing but raw human emotion was left. It was gorgeous. He was so beautiful, so honest. How could he bear to let himself be so open?

“Perfect,” Kieron murmured, and suddenly Elanus reached down, grabbed Kieron’s knees to steady himself, and slammed their bodies tight together as he began to come.

Sticky jets of white coated his stomach and Kieron’s fingers, and it was a mess but it was also somehow hot, triggering a strange reaction in Kieron. He didn’t wait to watch Elanus calm down, didn’t keep holding his own desires back, just bent forward so both his hands were on the bed and lost himself to the chase. When he came, he was buried as deep inside of Elanus as he could go—yet he still felt untethered, as though his heart would fly right out of his chest if he wasn’t careful.

When Elanus’s long-fingered hands cupped his face, Kieron shuddered. The touch grounded him, pulled him back to reality the way the fucking hadn’t.

The afterglow was spent panting with the exhaustion that had finally caught up with him, and getting cleaned up by Elanus, who went about it without the brisk efficiency Kieron had expected. Instead, he touched Kieron like he was savoring him.

“Was it good?” Kieron asked once Elanus was finally under the covers with him, curled up to fit. He put his head in the crux of Kieron’s shoulder without asking, and Kieron was surprised by how good the weight felt.

“So good,” Elanus confirmed. “And for you?”

It really had been one of the best things Kieron had ever felt in his entire life. That was probably too much to say twice, though. “So good.”

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