window. Nick's dry palm rests across Chris's smooth cheek, his thumb tracing that full mouth, and he's almost afraid to kiss those lips. They're so easy to lose himself in, the gentle humor they convey, the biting wit, and in moments like this, the open love.
Those lips had brushed his cheek that night they'd shared the cab, Chris leaning close to whisper a good night as the car had dropped Nick off first. It was gentle acknowledgement that Christ understood what it had cost Nick to be honest about still being in love with him.
“ Chris,” Nick murmurs, lips grazing his cheek. “What if we… do it again?” His deepest fear, and the reason he trembles against Chris's chest.
“ We won't. We grew up some. Without any help, even.” Chris grins, then tilts his face and Nick is falling, tumbling once again into the rabbit hole. When he lands, he sees himself full and whole once again.
There you are.
This time, they move with great care, and it's good. So good that Nick doesn't notice a tear slipping from the corner of his eye until Chris licks it away. They cling to each other, inhabiting this old/new embodiment of themselves, and it feels like coming home. Nick belongs here, his face in Chris's neck, Chris's dick buried inside him. It bears all the sweaty trademarks of heated sex, but there's more, a connection Nick can't find with anyone else and doesn't want to even consider with another guy. This is where he wants to be, tongue curling into Chris's mouth, privy to the involuntary sounds Chris emits when he's close, eyes burning into Nick's when he comes, slack jawed and keening. Nick's own pleasure jets between them in thick stripes, gluing them together where they've always belonged.
“ Chris,” he thinks he hears, but it takes a moment to register. “Chris,” again, more insistent but still sleep fogged.
“ Ow!” An elbow in his side. He rolls over, realizing his bed isn't empty, that Nick's back and sleepily pulling him close. “What the fuck, Nick?” he means to say, but it comes out, “Whufuh?” The clock glares an angry red 3:14 am.
“ You were talking in your sleep.” Nick scoots into his side, pulling him over so his head rests on Nick's shoulder. “Loud. Gleefully. And loud. Did I mention loud?”
Chris rubs his eyes, already drifting again, his hand resting on the flat of Nick's belly. “What'd I say?”
“ Something about all your lanterns coming back. You were dreaming. Go back to sleep. Quietly this time.” Nick squeezes him once and Chris smiles into his chest.
“ Not a dream,” he mumbles, but when Nick makes a questioning noise, he's floating again in a sea of returning memories.
SIOBHAN’S PARTY
“ Please Ari, I can’t take any more.” Ari holds me face down by my wrists, his cock rigid in my sore ass. I’ve come so many times I’ve already lost count, and still he keeps pushing me over that precipice, driving me towards yet another.
“ So say you’ll go with me then.”
“ Oh god, please, just come, Ari, just come, no more, no more.” He thrusts once, and then again, and I start to shake and shudder under him as I climax. I lost count at ten; this has to be at least twenty.
“ You can either agree and I’ll finish, or you can keep ignoring the question and I’ll keep fucking you all night long.”
He would, too. “Fine, I’ll go, I’ll go, just please come for me!”
I know he is twisting his expression into one that shows he is concentrating, though I can’t see him. I love when he gets serious with his sex. It’s as if he’s doing advanced mathematics and trying to work out a tricky formula. The sweat drips off him as he pounds me, and I am suffering through wave after wave of orgasms. I can’t control my muscles enough to help him, I know my ass and pussy are clenched and tight with my own pleasure and that makes him last longer, holds back his own climax.
“ Fuck, Siobhan, you’ve got to relax!” He slows for a moment, and then pulls out of my ass with a deliciously wet popping sound. He turns me over, reaches for the washcloth, quickly wipes his cock, and shoves it into my poor tired pussy.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I think of the symphony, of Berlioz, the beauty of his music. I think of the swells and dark strains of the “March to the Gallows,” and I am able to loosen my muscles, relax my cunt, let him find his way to release. Everyone loves the fifth movement of Symphony Fantastique, but the fourth grinds my soul into quivering bits of longing pleasure.
“ Oh yes, oh fuck,” he groans. My darling man is close, I can feel it, and he pushes into me one last time, nice and deep, his bushy pubis rubbing against my freshly oiled sex as he holds there, pulsing inside me. His eyes are closed, his expression angelic and blissful.
“ I love when you come in me,” I say, kissing his eyelids.
They flutter open and he looks at me with those big, dark eyes of his. “I’m going to love coming in you at the party.”
“ That’s assuming you will be the one coming in me. The room will be dark, or did you forget the details you so lovingly shared with me while you had me pinned down and were violating me?”
I’m still unsure of the event he wishes to attend. We’ve done all the usual fantasies, the threesomes, the foursomes, the swing parties. I was his bound plaything one evening with some very kinky friends of ours. They ate sushi off my belly and took turns spanking me before Ari used me in front of them. This will be very different. Costumes for all, strangers, and a room that will be plunged into darkness. Anything goes. For Ari, this is exciting; he is aroused by the unknown, the new and different.
“ You worry too much, Siobhan. It’ll be fun, you’ll see.” He stands, his body lovely in the light that comes in the window. My Ari is lean and taut, his muscles toned, and his cock is a blessing I count every day, thick and hot and filling me with perfection. He never seems to get enough of me, and he does so love to share me.
“ Fine, Friday then. But we’ve got work, and I need to get some sleep for tomorrow.”
Ari kisses me and climbs out of our bed, heading for the shower. He loves to be clean, and I love the smell he brings back with him when he finishes washing. I like to sleep naked, his cum still leaking from me, his scent on me. He doesn’t seem to mind the scent of my used sex under the sheets.
Two parts of one.
We are buying our costumes today. Ari keeps his simple, a toga and a golden mask to hide his face.
“ Easy access!” he proclaims, lifting the toga to show off his black pubic hair and his soft cock. I almost fall to my knees in the dressing room and suckle him. I’m sure he would love that, his woman sucking him off in a public changing area.
My cat woman outfit is very sexy. The black dress barely covers my sex, and the top half clings to my small breasts. I can easily see my nipples in the mirror, hard with my desire to pleasure Ari. The mask covers the top of my head down to my nose and has large black ears and whiskers sticking out of the cheeks. My straight black hair is pulled back and falls to the middle of my shoulders. I feel naughty and wonderfully sexy.
“ You look incredible,” my man tells me.
I feel incredible. I stretch my arms up high and give a soft meow of pleasure. “Would you like to play with the kitty?” I ask, bending over the bench in the room. My panties are small and black and ride up my ass, and Ari’s fingers trace the edges, teasing my skin.
“ Am I playing with Siobhan, the kitty, or Siobhan’s kitty?” He slips a finger under the edge of my underwear and touches my sex, which is dripping with arousal. I push back against him, wanting his finger in me. He knows it, too, and moves away, cupping my sex through the crotch of my panties, teasing me.
“ I’ll bet this is more than my kitty can handle in public.”
I pant with need and twist my head to look at him. His eyes crinkle at me and his lips curl in a smile. My Ari
