(Tambë makes a strangled noise in his throat and picks up Astaldo bodily, moving to the blankets and hay. He lays his lover down and quickly begins to undress.)
[Astaldo groaned breathlessly as he was picked up, quickly starting to undress as well as soon as he was set down. He wiggled out of his pants, already beginning to get hard.]
I really am- what are you going to do? [He pulled Tambe closer, reaching down between his legs to stroke his member.]
(Tambë tosses his garments aside and stands before Astaldo without a stitch on. His breath hitches when he is drawn closer and he fumbles to find the oil in the discarded clothing.)
Do you have it? I'll show you if you give it to me.
I tucked it into a pocket... [Astaldo was distracted for a moment by Tambe standing before him completely naked but he grabbed his robe, fumbling for a moment before finding the vial. He quickly passed it to his husband before pulling him closer for a deep kiss.]
(Victory transforms his features into a mischievous grin. Tambë quickly lays them down, straddling Astaldo's hips. He slows their kisses and pulls away from his lover's mouth to kiss his ear and his neck.)
I'm going to try...something... (He reaches down and begins to prepare himself with the oil, groaning.)
(He grins and bites his lip, stifling a moan. While he prefers Astaldo's fingers to his own, he now knows how to best touch so that his body relaxes quickly.)
Mm be ready for me. (Bending his head, he kisses the head of his lover's member.)
Tambe... [He grabbed his lover's hips tightly. He loved the sight of his lover on his lap like this, being buried inside of him.
Nothing outside of them mattered anymore. He tilted his head back as Tambe shifted down against his lap. One of his hands moved to start stroking Tambe's member but slowly, he wanted to enjoy this.]
(He grins at the effect he has, eyes half-lidded as heat and pleasure grow inside of him. Bending down, he sucks on Astaldo's neck, moving his hips a little harder, exaggerating the thrusts.)
Nn! (The stroking has him groaning and murmuring:) That...feels good...
So do you...[Astaldo shifted his hips up to meet his lover's, groaning every time he was surrounded by that blissful, tight heat. He could lose himself easily in how amazing his husband felt.
He stroked him a little faster, seeking out the sensitive spots on his member.
[Tambe tightening around him nearly drives him over the edge and he clutches his lover's hip, panting. He arched his back up as his fingers dug into Tambe's hip, leaving red prints on the skin.]
Tambe...Tambe! [That was all the warning he gave before suddenly reaching his climax with a loud cry of pleasure, releasing deep inside of his lover with a hard thrust.]
(Gasping, he watches Astaldo, utterly fixated. The cries and the hot spurt deep inside of him send him reeling over the edge. He bites into his lover's shoulder to muffle the sound, but his body shakes helplessly.
When he is spent, he pulls back, his face red.)
Astaldo... (He feels...awed. Being like this will never lose its wonder to him.)
[He let go of Tambe's length with a breathless exhale, flushed.]
I love you, Tambe. [He breathed, not wanting to move. Instead of wiping away Tambe's mess, he brought his hand up to lick his fingers. He enjoyed the taste of his lover more than anything.]
Where only the horses and ponies know what we do. (He teases, eyes sparkling.) They know how to keep secrets and it's not as if I haven't caught them trying to be friendly with their mates.
(Tugging on his clothes, he straightens his appearance before pulling Astaldo into a tight embrace.)
I trust them then! I will bring them some apples though just in case, as a way for making up for disturbing them.
[He finished dressing, picking out as much hay out of his hair that he could though some remained. He leaned against Tambe, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.]
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Date: 2016-04-26 03:09 am (UTC)You are asking for it again.
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Date: 2016-04-26 04:17 am (UTC)I really am- what are you going to do? [He pulled Tambe closer, reaching down between his legs to stroke his member.]
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Date: 2016-04-26 04:42 am (UTC)Do you have it? I'll show you if you give it to me.
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Date: 2016-04-26 04:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-04-26 04:58 am (UTC)I'm going to try...something... (He reaches down and begins to prepare himself with the oil, groaning.)
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Date: 2016-04-26 05:12 am (UTC)He sat up a little though to see what his lover was doing, his breath catching at the sight of what he was doing.]
I always love your ideas- this one is promising already...
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Date: 2016-04-26 05:17 am (UTC)Mm be ready for me. (Bending his head, he kisses the head of his lover's member.)
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Date: 2016-04-26 05:35 am (UTC)I'm ready for you, husband!
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Date: 2016-04-26 05:39 am (UTC)Come inside... I'll do the rest...
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Date: 2016-04-26 05:48 am (UTC)He put his hands on Tambe's hips, shifting up to thrust inside of him with a loud moan as he felt his lover's tight heat surround him.]
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Date: 2016-04-27 01:11 am (UTC)Perfect... (He shivers and breathes in shallowly, moving his hips in slow motions.) Mmm yes...
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Date: 2016-04-27 02:30 am (UTC)Nothing outside of them mattered anymore. He tilted his head back as Tambe shifted down against his lap. One of his hands moved to start stroking Tambe's member but slowly, he wanted to enjoy this.]
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Date: 2016-04-27 03:26 am (UTC)Nn! (The stroking has him groaning and murmuring:) That...feels good...
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Date: 2016-04-27 04:48 am (UTC)He stroked him a little faster, seeking out the sensitive spots on his member.
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Date: 2016-04-27 05:25 am (UTC)Then he sees stars and he cries out before he can stop himself.)
Y-Yes! (The teasing and toying has been too much. He digs his nails into the blankets under Astaldo, rocking against him erratically.)
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Date: 2016-04-27 06:10 am (UTC)Tambe...Tambe! [That was all the warning he gave before suddenly reaching his climax with a loud cry of pleasure, releasing deep inside of his lover with a hard thrust.]
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Date: 2016-04-27 09:00 am (UTC)When he is spent, he pulls back, his face red.)
Astaldo... (He feels...awed. Being like this will never lose its wonder to him.)
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Date: 2016-04-27 11:43 pm (UTC)I love you, Tambe. [He breathed, not wanting to move. Instead of wiping away Tambe's mess, he brought his hand up to lick his fingers. He enjoyed the taste of his lover more than anything.]
This was definitely a good idea, love.
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Date: 2016-04-28 12:20 am (UTC)I love you, Finno. (His eyes widen and he flushes darkly, grinning.) I agree. We've found a new place.
(Carefully, he separates them and turns his head to listen to the animals below.)
...and they are undisturbed. Good.
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Date: 2016-04-28 12:37 am (UTC)We can come up here when we're on our breaks. I'll bring a comfortable blanket. [He sat up, a few bits of hay in his hair.]
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Date: 2016-04-28 12:40 am (UTC)I can keep it up here. No one need know. (He sets about grabbing his clothes when he sees the hay in his lover's hair.) Astaldo...
(Chuckling, he moves to pick the hay out, expression serene.)
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Date: 2016-04-28 12:45 am (UTC)He watched Tambe get dressed as he found his own clothes, a content smile upon his lips.]
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Date: 2016-04-28 12:54 am (UTC)(Tugging on his clothes, he straightens his appearance before pulling Astaldo into a tight embrace.)
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Date: 2016-04-28 12:59 am (UTC)[He finished dressing, picking out as much hay out of his hair that he could though some remained. He leaned against Tambe, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.]
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Date: 2016-04-28 02:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
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