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.]
I hope you do as well. I'll be back early tonight, by the time you get finished here. I'll have dinner waiting for you, along with some tea. [He promised as he leaned up to kiss him softly. Being able to do those little things for his husband made him happy.]
[He smiled as he was lifted, trusting Tambe to set him down carefully. As soon as his feet were on the ground, he leaned up to give Tambe a quick kiss on the lips as a thank you.]
Carnë! I thought I heard you over there! [He bounced over to the horse's stall, rubbing his nose affectionately.]
And I missed him! [Astaldo laughed as he wrapped his arms around Carne's neck. The horse was huge, Astaldo knew he most likely couldn't get on his back without help, but he also knew that Carne was gentle and would not harm him.]
Has Tambe been treating you well? Spoiling you? [he teased with a grin.]
(Carnë whinnies, telling Astaldo about his day and how Tambë treats him most likely. He has become more animated since coming under Tambë's care - even his eyes shine with more mischief.)
Ah, do not fib to him, Carnë. (The horse blows out a huff. How dare he insult him so!)
Oh you must suffer so! I will have to make sure to bring you more apples to make up for it. [Astaldo grinned as he and the horse looked over at Tambe.]
He has been telling me very interesting things, love!
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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 08:30 am (UTC)I will show you my gratitude all you like tonight.
(Tambë makes the journey down the ladder first - it is safer that way.)
Come say hello to Carnë before you leave, love.
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Date: 2016-04-28 04:39 pm (UTC)[His husband never fails to make him feel special or appreciated.
He made his way down the ladder after Tambe, carefully.]
Of course- I miss him!
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Date: 2016-04-29 02:01 am (UTC)I will not disappoint you.
(Carnë is poking his head out as far as he can, snorting. He knows those voices!)
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Date: 2016-04-29 02:53 am (UTC)Carnë! I thought I heard you over there! [He bounced over to the horse's stall, rubbing his nose affectionately.]
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Date: 2016-04-29 03:00 am (UTC)He has missed you. (He follows Astaldo over to the stall, brushing back Carnë's mane so he could see them clearly.
The horse sniffs them, nudging his head against Astaldo's chest for a proper hug. He's just a big softy.)
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Date: 2016-04-29 03:07 am (UTC)Has Tambe been treating you well? Spoiling you? [he teased with a grin.]
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Date: 2016-04-29 03:14 am (UTC)Ah, do not fib to him, Carnë. (The horse blows out a huff. How dare he insult him so!)
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Date: 2016-04-29 03:20 am (UTC)He has been telling me very interesting things, love!
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Date: 2016-04-29 03:23 am (UTC)Let me guess... Has he told you how cruel I am to him? How I never see to his needs first every morning?
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