From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Sam laughed, delighted despite his nerves, when Nate picked him up and easily carried him. He had always been attracted to strength and the action increased the heat inside him even more, little kisses being pressed to Nate's jaw and cheek as they went up the stairs.
Falling on the bed and immediately reaching up to pull Nate down (legs slipping open for the other man, a dance Sam's body knew the steps to even if he didn't remember), he nodded. "Yes. I..." He smiled and shook his head, not sure how to say that he had never been called darling before and he very much liked it.
A part of him, the anxious and broken part, wanted to stop everything to make sure he hadn't hurt Nate, to reassure himself against all evidence that Nate hated him for the pain - but for the moment, with Nate over him and hungry kisses being placed upon him, he found it easy to ignore. With passion and a little affection, he returned the kisses, needy and messy, as his fingers began to try and work out how to get Nate's shirt off.
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
Sam was... so good under him, there was a physical compatibility that Nate hadn’t expected there, in the way they slotted together, the way Sam rose up to meet him. It was almost perfect, but only almost, why only almost? Nate couldn’t quite put his finger on it, not when h was distracted by the other man pulling him down for more kisses.
It wasn’t until he had a moment to breathe, Sam pulling back to work at his shirt, and Nate leaning up to help him that it clicked. Sam had pushed him away before, and while Nate hadn’t known him long he definitely knew his type. The type who would make a decision in a snap, and then agonize over whether it was correct after. Nate didn’t want to be that agony.
”Hey, Sam...” Nate’s hands closed over Sams, stopping their attempts on his shirt for a moment. ”You want this, right? Really want it?” He didn’t mention how badly he wanted it, but he was sure there was a pretty obvious hint to his interest pressing against Sams thigh at the moment. He let go of Sams hands and let them hover over his shirt instead, ready to remove it as soon it immediately if Sam said yes.
As hands closed around his own, Sam paused and looked up, immediately anxious that he had somehow made a mistake. That it was time for this to end, that he couldn't actually have anything half as nice as this.
But instead, Nate just asked a question. One that Sam felt had a very obvious answer, one that could be seen in the mess of his hair or the need in his eyes, or the tent in his pants. True, he did not usually think sex without love was worth it, but...maybe a part of his newfound confidence was allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy just being desired.
"Yes. Yes, I want this." He answered confidently, after a moment's thought. "I want you." With that said he went to undo Nate's shirt again more insistently, as his hips began to push up, searching for contact with Nate's.
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
The confirmation was all Nate was waiting on. As soon as Sam answered, he was pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind him, his hands moving to slide into Sam’s shirt and ghost over his chest before tugging at the fabric. Nate’s hips rolled against Sam, a low groan pressing against the other mans throat. In any other situation, he’d try to be quiet, but here, with Sam, there was no need.
”I want you too.” Nate whispered, before trying and failing to leave his mark somewhere on the other man. He didn’t want to put too much thought into it, and focused on exposing more of Sams chest, pulling his shirt off and leaning down to kiss at his chest.
With his hips grinding down, Nate knew he needed more. With Sams shirt off, he moved down to kiss the length of the other mans body, stopping when he reached the edge of his pants. He looked up, his hands stretching out ahead of his eyes, and cocked his head, asking silently for permission.
As Nate's shirt came off, Sam bit his lip and drank in the view - he was handsome, for sure. Sam's hand immediately went to touch at his chest, slide down his stomach and to his hip bones. It felt almost like sacrilege to touch something so pretty, when his fingers, long and pale, felt ghoulish and entirely inferior.
"You...do?" He smiled, pushing his hands up through Nate's hair and kissing him, moaning against his lips as their hips made contact. Honestly, he would be content with this - feeling so desired, the anticipation of what was to come delicious but the current activities still electric, surges of warm pleasure pushing through his body when Nate touched him, moved against him.
As Nate moved away he whined, but when he realised he was moving down...Sam nodded through the butterflies in his stomach, let Nate pull his pants down and away. He felt exposed, but not vulnerable; he found he trusted this Outlander for some reason.
08-06-2019, 05:34 AM (This post was last modified: 08-06-2019, 06:18 PM by Nate.)
NATE
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
Fingers on his chest drew Nate’s eyes down, a wicked grin spreading over his face. Nate was not vain, not really, but he appreciated being appreciated. Especially by someone like Samuel. The stark paleness of the other mans hand on him only highlighted the differences between them, Sam pale and delicate, made of long angles. ”Of course I want you. Look at you.” Nate said it like he couldn’t believe it was a question. It wasn’t to him.
Nate was glad for the chance to move along Sams body, the hands in his hair keeping him grounded on the way to his goal. He was given permission to pull down the pants that kept him from his goal. The words ”Good boy” purred from his lips and he pulled them down.
There wasn’t a second wasted, as soon as Sam was exposed Nate was kissing around the base of his cock, his hands spread out over the others mana hips, holding him firmly. Nate’s eyes stayed focused on Sams face, watching for any change. He might not be practiced at blowjobs, but Sam didn’t exactly seem practiced with... well, most things of this nature.
Sam said nothing to the words but smiled to himself, thrilled to hear them. Was he actually desirable? He wasn't so sure. But Nate certainly seemed to want him, which was quite a thing as Sam found him...well. His hand moved around to stroke Nate's hair and neck, wishing he could just stop time and touch him all over.
His eyes widened as he heard the whisper and without Sam even thinking of it, he moaned, his legs slipping further open. It was as if Nate had spoken a spell over him and he hadn't even known of it. "C-call me that again." He asked, an arm thrown over his eyes as his cock was kissed, little keening gasps falling from his lips.
Nate's hands stopped his hips from bucking up like they so desperately wanted but instead of being frustrated, Sam found that the restriction was almost fulfilling in itself. "Please..please go faster." He asked, his fingers tangling in Nate's hair.
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
”Call you What again?” Nate asked, pulling his lips away from Sams cock so he could tease him like this. ”Darling, or good boy?” Both were drawn out, Nate all but moaning the nicknames. He waited until Sams eyes were on him to wink, and sink back down to kiss between the other mans legs.
Now that he had a captive audience, it was impossible to keep away from the main course. Trailing hot kisses, Nate moved to hover just over Sams cock, opening his mouth and sliding down the length of it. He kept his eyes focused on the other mans face while he slowly touched his nose to Sams stomach, Nate’s hands now so tight on his hips they would bruise anyone else.
"Good boy." Sam replied, too fast. He didn't have the time to be truly embarrassed though, not when Nate was looking up at him and winking before sinking back down on his cock, the sensation sending a tingling warmth through Sam that made him moan and sigh with breath he borrowed just for the sound. His hands gripped at the sheets as Nate moved, the feeling making him move without even thinking, head tipping back and hips trying desperately to push up against the hands that held him down.
Then Nate took him entirely in his moan and Sam gasped loud, hands immediately letting go of the sheets to shake with the overwhelming sensation of warmth and pleasure. "Oh, Nate-- I--mmm--" Looking down and seeing Nate, mouth on his cock and eyes looking up at him, Sam knew he wasn't going to last long if this continued.
"St-Stop. I'm...I'm going to...I don't want to to yet." He stammered out, reaching down to try and lift Nate's shoulders. "I..I want you. Inside me." Sam whispered, shy smile on his face as he turned to pull a little pot out of his drawer and hand it to Nate.
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
Watching Sam come unraveled so completely so quickly was something Nate could very easily get used to. He hummed and smiled around the cock in his mouth, his hands growing tighter around the other mans hips. As much as he wanted more, Nate could be completely content just doing this, teasing Sam until he came and making a show of it the whole way through.
A sound that was more words than moans slowed his pace, Nate’s eyes focusing out of the bliss he’d been chasing to listen. Well now, that was flattering. He moved with Sams hands easily, dragging his tongue along the length of his dick as he pulled back and rose onto his knees. ”Look at you, all prepared.” Nate’s voice was rough, but there was a pure of satisfaction, of approval behind the words. ”You’re dirtier than I expected.” He accepted the pot and unscrewed it, looking at the solution curiously before dabbing some onto his fingers and swirling it around.
Without wasting any more time, Nate positioned his fingers, his other hand moving to wrap loosely around Sam’s cock, an initial distraction from the intrusion he was about to make. After Sam gave him the ok, Nate slowly pressed a finger into the other man, moaning low in his throaty at the feeling. He could barely keep himself from rushing through this, but he wanted this to be good for the both of them. He needed to go at the pace Sam set.
"I'm not...not dirty." Sam huffed out with an embarrassed laugh. He liked to think of sex as more of a physical show of affection, something romantic and sweet... though admittedly, he did not have that kind of connection to Nate (though he could see it quickly developing, if the other man kept touching him like he was).
He took a deep breath as his cock was touched, the hand feeling woefully light and dry compared to Nate's mouth. Sam found himself having to struggle not to rock his hips up into the touch, desiring more friction.
The finger pressing into him was a good enough distraction though, instead of rocking his hips Sam shook all over, taking in a shaky breath out of habit. It was odd, a little uncomfortable, for a moment, but then all of a sudden he needed more.
"You could go faster and um.." Too embarrassed to ask properly, Sam held up two fingers.
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
Nate was glad to see that he didn't need to worry too much about Sam. Given what he knew of the other man form their scarce interactions prior to this, he had assumed there might be some of that same shyness in this, but Sam, despite his embarrassment, was more than clear about what he wanted, what was okay. He had to bite back a laugh as Sam asked for more, and all but rushed to fulfill the request, his second finger sliding into Sam alongside his first.
"Look at you." Nate crooned, his voice rough and his eyes dark with desire as he looked away from his own hands and up to Sam. "You're such a good boy. I can't wait to be inside you." Dirty talk came easily to Nate, but having someone like Sam to talk about made it easier. He added a third finger, leaning in to kiss marks into Sam's thighs while he did.
After what felt like entirely too long, Nate pulled his fingers away and sat up, reaching for the pot while he did. He couldn't hold back anymore. In one quick motion, he had slicked his cock and was pressing against Sam, his clean hand moving up to cup the red head's cheek as he pressed in and groaned.
The second finger came, then the third, all while Nate said things to him that Sam would not have dared to imagine, but he found them very effective. His body arched up as he took in a breath, a tingling lightness rushing through his chest and down to his hips, collecting where he was waiting in anticipation of Nate's cock.
He had not really spent that much time thinking of the Outlander, but in that moment he could've sworn he'd been waiting for years to feel his kiss, his legs shaking as he moaned: "Pleaseeeee -- oh, please. Now."
His wish was granted, Nate pulling his fingers out (leaving an awful, desperate moment where he was empty and he gasped for the absence of what he had already grown so used to) and lining up his cock. As he pushed in, moved up and cupped Sam's face, Sam's hand came up to close around Nate's wrist, a long and needy whine, almost silent, left him. "You..you...you're b-big. Um, very..wow." He said, incoherently, simultaneously glad for the pleasure his patch gave him and wishing he could not feel the discomfort from being stretched out, even more still after the fingers.
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
Pressing into Sam was a near indescribable feeling. Nate’s hands shook, one on Sams hip and the thumb of the other stroking over freckled cheeks. As he bottomed out Nate let out a groan from deep his throat and doubled over, leaning over the man under him and kissing along his jaw.
”Wow.” Nate repeated with a laugh, his whole body trembling with the effort of staying still, his hips rocking, grinding into Sam. He felt bad for the discomfort Sam was going through. From the kisses, which had now migrated low down Sams throat, and the hand still gently stroking Sam’s face, Nate was doing everything he could to be soothing. Or at least distract him. ”You okay?” He asked, breathlessly, in the moments his lips weren’t pressed to stubbornly pale skin.
Once he’d gotten confirmation that Sam was okay, that he wanted to keep going, Nate slowly pulled his hips back. It was half concern and half teasing. Sam has already said he was close, and if he was being honest, Nate knew he wasn’t going to last long either. But he wanted to savour every little notion, memorize every expression of bliss on Sams face.
