Thread: Love Is War { Kveria | EverUndine }

He felt frenzied from Jolyons hands wandering his body, the taste of his innermost fluid in Jolyons mouth, being pressed up against the desk, all the way up to the second biteit seemed like things were happening in slow motion, though they didnt seem to last quite long enough, and while his brain felt fuzzy and out of focus, his mind transmitted things in brilliant, vibrant detail. Everything further intoxicated him and sent him reeling it was to the point where he felt no pain when Jolyon bit down on his arm, only a whitewash of crippling pleasure which nearly buckled his knees and left him temporarily unable to breathe. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back and felt himself grinding against Jolyons skillful hand as his body begged for release. Something bubbled up in his chest and surged up to become a lump in his throat that he desperately tried to swallow. If he let it go, no doubt it would have been something he didnt want anyone to hear, let alone Jolyon, under any circumstances. He had to release sometime though, and when he allowed himself to exhale, his breath came out in pants and his face flushed with humiliation. No, he had to find a way to make up for this. He felt like all his earlier willpower had been zapped away, but he still wanted to keep some kind of hand in this game, even if it wasnt the upper hand at the rate he was going, he was going to give up and submit fully, because no doubt he had no grounds to fight back when Jolyon had turned him to jelly with only a few well-placed touches and an addictive syrupy glaze in his voice. If hed been worried about there being something wrong with him for wanting this earlier, there wasnt a speck of that thinking now it had come down to fucking the traditions and the rules because this felt right and it was what he wanted. That was all there was to it. So when Jolyon requested that Alistair tell him what exactly it was that he wanted, the only hesitation was overcoming his own embarrassment and finding his ability to speak properly where it was buried under a deep, weeks old pile of as yet unfulfilled bodily lust. Finding his voice was the easy part despite this. It was summoning up the balls to speak that was the problem. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he pressed his hips into Jolyons hand one more time to affirm this. He could feel it, his length was already rock hard and dripping precum he couldnt back out now to save what was left of his pride as a Hunter and a man if he wanted to. It was just going to result in a stabbing all-over pain that he would never be able to satiate with his own right hook. There was no way. Even if he did manage to bring himself to climax, there would always be that ache inside that he would never be able to reach no matter how hard he tried. This was something different, something that hands couldnt satisfy. He couldnt do it without Jolyon he couldnt do anything without Jolyon. The Vampire was always there when Alistair needed him and what had he done in return? No, it was high time he gave Jolyon the payback he deserved, in one way or another. That sick feeling hed felt so many times before rose in his throat as his fingers wrapped around Jolyons wrist, wanting so badly to pull his hand off the Hunters dripping nethers, but not finding the strength. Forget about me, he started, his voice strained and almost weak. His fingers brushed the inside of Jolyons wrist, feeling the silk smooth skin in all its pale white perfection. He did finally manage to tug the hand away, reluctant as he was to lose that stimulation. Anyway, he probably wouldnt have lasted much longer with those fingers wrapped all around him just perfectly like that he was going to have to stop Jolyon sooner or later. Presently, he kissed each of Jolyons fingers, refusing to make eye contact as he continued on, bathing the sticky clear liquid from the hand that had only been warmed by contact with the hottest part of the Hunters body. I want to do something for you. What can I do to make you feel good? Around the end, his voice dropped, he lowered his head to avoid eye contact at all cost, and his once firm grip on the Vampires wrist slackened. He was showing his inexperience and he felt small. He didnt particularly care for this new feeling whatsoever, and he wanted desperately to go back to how it was with Jolyons hand on his organ. He wanted to be selfish and have everything for himself. But this was just the right thing to do. It was supposed to be give and take, not just take. He had to step up and be a part of this, rather than just be a living sex doll. He couldnt let himself lose any semblance of humanity, even if he were to lose his pride.