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lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

They lay there blissed out for some time, drowning in the afterglow. Occasionally Summer would whisper Isaac’s name, or some faint curse. At last the chill of the air on their bare skin made the redhead start to shiver, despite the fact that he was half under very warm werewolf.

He’d never felt more comfortable, more sated, and he absently splayed his hands around the curve of Summer’s rear, healing any injuries he’d inflicted on his boyfriend throughout the duration of their passionate love-making. Feeling the other male shiver beneath him, he leaned up on his elbows and glanced down, tilting his head to the side. “Do you want to shower with me to warm up?”

“Only if you promise not to tease me again,” Summer murmured wickedly. “Another session like that might kill me. I can’t keep up with your stamina.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Utterly ignoring the way his body felt, Summer wrapped his arms, with some difficulty, around Isaac, and locked their mouths together. He whimpered slightly, desperate to show the werewolf how much he loved him.

Mewling and falling against his boyfriend’s chest as he was held, Isaac slid his hands under Summer’s back to gently crush him against his chest, shivering into the passionate kiss. He was content to just lay here forever with the other male.

They lay there blissed out for some time, drowning in the afterglow. Occasionally Summer would whisper Isaac’s name, or some faint curse. At last the chill of the air on their bare skin made the redhead start to shiver, despite the fact that he was half under very warm werewolf.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Whomever it was, they went away shortly after, and there was silence from without again. Summer lifted a shaking hand and stroked Isaac’s hair, body occasionally twitching with aftershock. “Shall we do this forever, while the guards turn away everyone?” she whispered, laughing a little. “Even you must become bored of me eventually.”

“I like the sound of that.” He beamed up at her and flicked out his tongue to lick at his messy, puffy lips, not at all bothered about cleaning up just yet as they lay comfortably tangled together in the aftermath. “And I could never be bored of you — you light me up in every way, you know?” he murmured and cuddled into her side, nuzzling at her fingers as they threaded in his hair, his hands curling protectively around her hips.

“You say such sweet things … ” she murmured slowly, smiling. “No one else says such things to me.” She tried to summon up the energy to roll over, to roll him over, and didn’t quite make it, leaving them more tangled together than ever. “I suppose we should get up eventually.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Ah god … ” Summer blurted, jerking helplessly back against Isaac, shocked by the sense of warmth, by the familiarity of it. He wanted desperately to kiss the werewolf, but his wrists were still gripped tight. “Please, Isaac, please, I want to touch you, please,” he begged, babbled rather.

Hearing his boyfriend’s hoarse pleas, Isaac nodded weakly and took a deep breath, before gradually pulling out of Summer’s body and turning the other male over onto his back. Curling up beside him, he sniffed at the other’s neck and rumbled with contentment as he could smell himself enveloping the male, before he leaned up to press their lips together, still panting.

Utterly ignoring the way his body felt, Summer wrapped his arms, with some difficulty, around Isaac, and locked their mouths together. He whimpered slightly, desperate to show the werewolf how much he loved him.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer’s moaning took on the faintest edge of pain as Isaac continued. He attempted to buck against the bite, pinned under the werewolf’s weight, but he really wasn’t fighting that hard — despite the sharp edge of pleasure/pain he was riding, it was impossible for the empath to resist the sheer pleasure his boyfriend was putting off.

Sensing the slight pain emitting from his boyfriend, Isaac let out a little whine and splayed his hand across Summer’s stomach, healing him even as he continued to rock into his body. He was so close, and as he hungrily drank in the delicious sounds of the other male moaning, it wasn’t very long at all before his release took over, causing him to shake and growl against Summer, vision blurring as he ground against his rear.

“Ah god … ” Summer blurted, jerking helplessly back against Isaac, shocked by the sense of warmth, by the familiarity of it. He wanted desperately to kiss the werewolf, but his wrists were still gripped tight. “Please, Isaac, please, I want to touch you, please,” he begged, babbled rather.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She couldn’t get enough of him. They’d been apart for only a few months, after knowing each other only a few weeks, and all she wanted was to lock herself away with him forever. (Possibly the fact that he’d apparently still been listening to his fellow knights even while they were parted had something to do with this.)

She had no idea how long he teased, licked, kissed and stroked her to completion — it could have been hours or merely minutes. He left her gasping, helpless in his hands, wrung out with desire. She managed to say, at one point, raggedly, “I meant to be doing this to you,” before he silenced her again.

And at one point there was a brief commotion outside the door — it sounded rather like someone officious looking for them, and being pointedly prevented by a guard. There was some muffled swearing involved.

Although they had only been apart for a few months, it had felt like a lifetime to Issac, and he was determined to learn her body all over again and make her fall apart with pleasure, as if it was their first time once more. He knew that he could spend hours like this with her, being intimate together and curling around one another, completely vulnerable and at each with one another.

Tilting his head slightly to listen to her stammered protests, he smiled against her and continued to lick her out for a while longer, making her fall apart once again and he kissed her there as he waited for her to come down from her high. 

He lay there afterwards, head pillowed on her thigh as he tried to catch his breath, listening to the muffled chaos on the other side of the door. He hoped that whoever was so desperate to see them could wait, for if they entered now they would see the Princess and her lover bare and in the midst of love-making, and that was something that Isaac only ever wanted to share with Summer.

Whomever it was, they went away shortly after, and there was silence from without again. Summer lifted a shaking hand and stroked Isaac’s hair, body occasionally twitching with aftershock. “Shall we do this forever, while the guards turn away everyone?” she whispered, laughing a little. “Even you must become bored of me eventually.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Now he struggled a bit, wanting the room to rock more. But Isaac held him fast, using him. He could kick his feet, and that was about all. “God you’re so … ” He couldn’t decide which word he wanted, with Isaac driving pleasure into his body every second. 

“Mmm,” he responded, that single word slurred with lust as he near enough pounded into the other male, so close to the edge but he wanted to prolong it for a bit, drive Summer mad with the over-stimulation and over-sensitivity. He bit down gently on his neck, licking at the faint indent as he held tight to his body, the sound of skin hitting against skin echoing around the room.

Summer’s moaning took on the faintest edge of pain as Isaac continued. He attempted to buck against the bite, pinned under the werewolf’s weight, but he really wasn’t fighting that hard — despite the sharp edge of pleasure/pain he was riding, it was impossible for the empath to resist the sheer pleasure his boyfriend was putting off.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

The only answer he got that time was a moan, as she threw her head back and clutched her fingers in the coverlets.

He loved making her fall apart just using his mouth, and this time was no exception — he licked and kissed into her, losing himself in pleasing her completely.

She couldn’t get enough of him. They’d been apart for only a few months, after knowing each other only a few weeks, and all she wanted was to lock herself away with him forever. (Possibly the fact that he’d apparently still been listening to his fellow knights even while they were parted had something to do with this.)

She had no idea how long he teased, licked, kissed and stroked her to completion — it could have been hours or merely minutes. He left her gasping, helpless in his hands, wrung out with desire. She managed to say, at one point, raggedly, “I meant to be doing this to you,” before he silenced her again.

And at one point there was a brief commotion outside the door — it sounded rather like someone officious looking for them, and being pointedly prevented by a guard. There was some muffled swearing involved.