As we come round to Wednesday again I look back on the week as the best I've had in a long time. Mainly because it had last weekend in it to be sure. Last weekend Efan, my son, and I went on a day trip to London to see 'The Making of Harry Potter' at Warner Brothers Studio. If any of you have the opportunity to go do so, it was an amazing experience.
So, back to the point. I chose the picture below as this week's prompt, for obvious reasons. There was supposed to be an Easter theme but hey...
Uzzy had never looked so beautiful, spread out under him, feverish and trembling. His back was arched, his skin slick with peach flavoured sweat. The little squeaks and whimpers that slipped from his lips drove Pasha insane, as did the taste of Uzzy’s weeping seed on his tongue.
Pasha felt privileged to know this wonderful man and even more privileged to have him helpless and moaning under him.
“More. More.” Uzzy groaned and Pasha took him further into his mouth, sucking harder and harder, making Uzzy’s hips rise from the bed.
“Oh fuck, oh hell, stop. Stop now. I don’t want….”
Immediately Pasha responded to his lover’s wishes and began to lick his way back up Uzzy’s heaving body.
“Hell lover, if that’s what it’s like not to come, I don’t think I’ll survive orgasm tonight.” Uzzy gasped.
“You’ll survive. You’ve survived worse and haven’t exploded yet.”
Uzzy smiled his bright, beautiful smile. “I’m tired tonight.”
“Then rest and let me do all the work.”
“That’s not fair.”
“You’ve done enough for me, for everyone. Relax.”
Silencing Uzzy with a soft kiss, Pasha lay beside him and Uzzy turned to face him.
“Close your eyes,” Pasha whispered and when Uzzy complied, Pasha kissed him, while his hand roved over his side and hip. Uzzy sighed with contentment. “Do you like that?”
For a few minutes, Pasha kissed Uzzy, moving from his lips to his neck and over his shoulder, while his hand caressed his curves and ran the tips of his fingers of the soft skin of his belly. With a loud moan, Uzzy rolled over and arched his back, seeking more contact on his sensitive abdomen. Pasha smiled slowly and lowered his head to swirl his tongue around Uzzy’s belly button eliciting a moan as a shudder rippled through the muscles of his abdomen.
“I love you,” Pasha whispered against his skin and continued to kiss over his belly and upwards to suck on his nipple. Uzzy squeaked and Pasha laughed running his hand over Uzzy’z twitching belly, over his hip and around his thigh. Uzzy’s hips thrust upwards. “Easy,” Pasha whispered and teased the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
Uzzy’s breathing was hitching and he grunted, with a deep shudder, when Pasha gently gripped his balls.
“Pasha, I can’t stand it anymore. Please.”
“I thought you wanted to take it slow.”
“I changed my mind. Oh God please. Please do it. Harder.”
“Seeing as you asked so nicely.” Pasha pressed himself against Uzzy’s side, rubbing his erection on his mate’s leg as he stroked long and slow.
“More. More.” Uzzy thrust into his hand and Pasha started to tremble, his own groin aching with desire as Uzzy tossed and moaned, his hips twisting and thrusting, seeking more…more…more.
Uzzy’s whimpers were coming thick and fast and he was trembling violently. The end was close and Pasha sealed his lips over Uzzy’s as he squeezed a little tighter and….
“My Lord, I—. Oh. Oh shit. I’m sorry. I…I’m so—.”
“What the hell do you want? Don’t you ever knock! Why can’t you leave him alone for one night, just one night?”
“I…I’m s…sorry, My Lord but…but there’s news, news from home.”
Uzzy sat up, not bothering to try to cover himself. “What news?”
“Insurrection, My Lord. The Council’s fallen.”
“But who…? By whose hand?”
“No one knows, My Lord but… they’ve sent a request for you to join them for discussions in Eden.”
“You can’t go,” Pasha said immediately. “It’s a trap.”
“I have to.”
“This is it. This is what we fought for. Whoever brought the Council down is powerful and we can’t fight something we don’t know. If they’ve asked to speak to me, I have to go.”
“It’s a trap.”
“Maybe, but I can at least get information back that will help the others fight.”
“The others wouldn’t be able to fight their way out of a paper bag without you.”
“Maybe so. I’m still going.”
“I’ll go. I’ll test it out, see if it’s safe.”
“And have them hold you as hostage if it is a trap? That would be even more dangerous.”
“I’m coming with you.”
Uzzy paused, then nodded. “It’s safer if we’re together.”
“Give us a minute to get dressed.”
“Yes, My Lord.” The flaming faced angel disappeared and Uzzy collapsed back onto the bed. He looked so tired, pale with dread.
“I’ll be with you.”
Uzzy smiled and nodded but Pasha could see the reassurance didn’t give him much comfort.
Ten minutes later they were standing in the square. “My Lord, at least take a guard.”
“If their assurances are genuine I won’t need them. If not, a guard won’t save me and we’ll lose men we need for the fight. Pasha and I will go alone.”
“How will we get there?”
“The way we always do.” He turned to one of the advisors. “Do you have the co ordinates.” The elderly man nodded and handed something to Uzzy, which he held tight in his hand. Holding Pasha’s in the other he looked at him nervously, then nodded. “We go up.”
Pasha nodded and unfurled his wings, as Uzzy did the same. Following his mate Pasha shot straight upwards. Suddenly a blazing light surrounded them. He felt a strange sensation, as if he was being turned inside out, then the light died and they were… somewhere else.
Spread out below their feet was the streets and houses of a great city and Uzzy was descending towards it fast. Pasha had little time to look around before their feet touched the pavement in front of an enormous pair of doors set in the wall of a towering building, faced in white marble.
Holding tight to each other’s hand they exchanged glances and were about to move forward when the doors opened. A bright light shone out and all they saw was the towering shadow of an angel, his wings spread wide and a flaming sword in his hand.
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