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?”
“Yes.”
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.”
“Uzzy…”
“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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Just read last week's post and this week's. I can't help agreeing with Pasha that it's a trap and they're in big trouble. Sigh. And they were so happy playing in bed with the peaches (loved that fruity touch, by the way). Won't they ever get some peace Nephy?
ReplyDeleteMan, they should've taken a minute to finish what they started. It may have refreshed Uzzy and made him able to be more prepared. I think it's a trap, but if they could beat Michael, I'd think that they could protect themselves with their joined powers. The one thing that I've noticed is they never spoke about their time apart after Pasha became his true self again. I'd kinda be interested how both of them survived the separation. I know Pasha wasn't aware that he had a mate out there, but I wonder how Uzzy went on?
ReplyDeleteAs always you leave us on the edge of a very high cliff. You're very good at keeping us on the edge of our seats.
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