Metalocalypse - Laid Bare (18)
The moon outside the tall window was full, casting a cool glow and ghostly shadows into the room. It soaked up the stark white of the walls and dressings and turned them faintly silver, trailing pale fingertips across the naked flesh of the two bodies within.
The blond let out a shallow sigh, his hair hanging in golden shards over the face of his lover. "I ams waiting for this for long time," he whispered, lowering his head to nuzzle against a whiskery cheek, the unexpected softness of the hair tantalising his senses. Inhaling deeply, he shivered. "You smells so good – exactly how I imagine." The combination of guitar cleaner, modelling glue and a sweet, sugary hint of fruit-flavoured candy reeked of innocence. Skwisgaar shuddered at the thought.
Moving down the Norwegian's shorter body, he stopped to observe his face. Darkened eyes gazed unerringly, intently at the Swede, from behind that long nose. "Odin, you are beautiful likes this," he murmured huskily. "I wonders if the girls ever tells you – or maybe the boys? Or perhaps," he shivered, "I ams the first to be telling you?"
The brunette held the gaze, mouth resolutely shut.
"I think I knows the answer," the blond smirked. "And so I asks you... Are you scared?" The Norwegian's mouth remained shut fast, and Skwisgaar observed that he didn't even tense at the question. So, he was going to be brave. "I won't hurts you, my little friend."
Even so, he couldn't bring himself to partake in lengthy foreplay. All the MILFs, GMILFs and soon-to-be-MILFs in the world couldn't prepare him for the sensual anticipation of the fellow Scandinavian. His vast experience meant nothing when faced with the beautiful creature in front of him, and his self-restraint was shattered. He was hard, heavy, and had to feel his lover's depth before the anticipation drove him insane.
Sliding one long finger down the brunette's chest, trailing across dark hairs as he moved lower, he let his hand briefly stroke along the seam between his hip and torso, the softness of the path causing his length to twitch in expectation. Gasping a breath, he continued moving, tracing his finger down between the thighs to the cleft behind. Brushing gently, he soon found the small opening, briefly stroking there before looking up again to gauge the Norwegian's reaction.
The Norwegian remained silent, gazing up at the ceiling, lips firmly together. Skwisgaar didn't know whether the expression was from anxiety or expectation, but he made sure to gently reassure his lover, lightly rubbing the firm stomach with his free hand before reaching for the clear bottle next to the couple.
"It's okay," he murmured. "Will feels good, you'll see." He squeezed a liberal amount of the pearlescent fluid from the bottle into his palm, warming it between his hands before bringing it back down to the Norwegian's opening. Stroking a finger back down the seam between his legs, he allowed the liquid to pool in the cleft before slowing pushing a finger past the barrier.
The brunette didn't even twitch. Almost disappointed at the lack of reaction his actions drew, Skwisgaar buried his finger deeper, sweeping the softness within whilst withholding his own moans. Feeling the tightness of the entrance slowly giving way to the slickness of his finger, he added another digit, eventually followed by another, forcing himself to be patient – after all, it wouldn't do to tear the delicate area.
Satisfied that the brunette was ready as the slick liquid oozed between spread thighs, the Swede took another palm-full of lubricant and smothered it over himself, stroking his length firmly as he knelt in front of his lover. He would almost have been satisfied to simply watch the Norwegian as he swiftly brought himself off, the gorgeous sight in front of him beyond his wildest dreams – brown hair tousled and dishevelled around his face, legs wide and baring no secrets for him, still silent in the tense anticipation of the moment. But simply watching would do no good, not when he considered what was being offered to him.
Skwisgaar shuddered a small sigh and bent down, positioning his tip at his lover's entrance as sweat dampened the back of his neck, before leaning forward and bracing himself on his elbows. Briefly stroking a cheek, he delicately swept his thumbs over the soft shells of the Norwegian's ears and buried his fingertips in thick brown hair, and firmly pushed forward, too caught up in the sensation to hear the knock on the door and creak of the hinges.
"Ja, Odin, that feels so –"
"Hey Skwisgaar, has you seen... WHAT'S YOU DOING TO DEDDY BEAR?!"
Skwisgaar looked up, still continuing his slow thrusts. "Oh, hey Toki. You, ah... You's at the door?"
"Ja," Toki cried, "I stands right here!"
"Oh." The Swede looked down at the bed, and stopped thrusting. "You's not, ah... Oh."
Toki stared in mild disbelief, and considerable disgust. "I been looking for Deddy, he's gots a tear that needs mendings! I thoughts you said you has a headache! I thoughts you were goings to Pickle to get pills!"
"Ja," Skwisgaar mumbled. "They good pills."
"PICKLE! WHAT PILLS YOU BEEN GIVING SKWISGAAR?!"
The blond let out a shallow sigh, his hair hanging in golden shards over the face of his lover. "I ams waiting for this for long time," he whispered, lowering his head to nuzzle against a whiskery cheek, the unexpected softness of the hair tantalising his senses. Inhaling deeply, he shivered. "You smells so good – exactly how I imagine." The combination of guitar cleaner, modelling glue and a sweet, sugary hint of fruit-flavoured candy reeked of innocence. Skwisgaar shuddered at the thought.
Moving down the Norwegian's shorter body, he stopped to observe his face. Darkened eyes gazed unerringly, intently at the Swede, from behind that long nose. "Odin, you are beautiful likes this," he murmured huskily. "I wonders if the girls ever tells you – or maybe the boys? Or perhaps," he shivered, "I ams the first to be telling you?"
The brunette held the gaze, mouth resolutely shut.
"I think I knows the answer," the blond smirked. "And so I asks you... Are you scared?" The Norwegian's mouth remained shut fast, and Skwisgaar observed that he didn't even tense at the question. So, he was going to be brave. "I won't hurts you, my little friend."
Even so, he couldn't bring himself to partake in lengthy foreplay. All the MILFs, GMILFs and soon-to-be-MILFs in the world couldn't prepare him for the sensual anticipation of the fellow Scandinavian. His vast experience meant nothing when faced with the beautiful creature in front of him, and his self-restraint was shattered. He was hard, heavy, and had to feel his lover's depth before the anticipation drove him insane.
Sliding one long finger down the brunette's chest, trailing across dark hairs as he moved lower, he let his hand briefly stroke along the seam between his hip and torso, the softness of the path causing his length to twitch in expectation. Gasping a breath, he continued moving, tracing his finger down between the thighs to the cleft behind. Brushing gently, he soon found the small opening, briefly stroking there before looking up again to gauge the Norwegian's reaction.
The Norwegian remained silent, gazing up at the ceiling, lips firmly together. Skwisgaar didn't know whether the expression was from anxiety or expectation, but he made sure to gently reassure his lover, lightly rubbing the firm stomach with his free hand before reaching for the clear bottle next to the couple.
"It's okay," he murmured. "Will feels good, you'll see." He squeezed a liberal amount of the pearlescent fluid from the bottle into his palm, warming it between his hands before bringing it back down to the Norwegian's opening. Stroking a finger back down the seam between his legs, he allowed the liquid to pool in the cleft before slowing pushing a finger past the barrier.
The brunette didn't even twitch. Almost disappointed at the lack of reaction his actions drew, Skwisgaar buried his finger deeper, sweeping the softness within whilst withholding his own moans. Feeling the tightness of the entrance slowly giving way to the slickness of his finger, he added another digit, eventually followed by another, forcing himself to be patient – after all, it wouldn't do to tear the delicate area.
Satisfied that the brunette was ready as the slick liquid oozed between spread thighs, the Swede took another palm-full of lubricant and smothered it over himself, stroking his length firmly as he knelt in front of his lover. He would almost have been satisfied to simply watch the Norwegian as he swiftly brought himself off, the gorgeous sight in front of him beyond his wildest dreams – brown hair tousled and dishevelled around his face, legs wide and baring no secrets for him, still silent in the tense anticipation of the moment. But simply watching would do no good, not when he considered what was being offered to him.
Skwisgaar shuddered a small sigh and bent down, positioning his tip at his lover's entrance as sweat dampened the back of his neck, before leaning forward and bracing himself on his elbows. Briefly stroking a cheek, he delicately swept his thumbs over the soft shells of the Norwegian's ears and buried his fingertips in thick brown hair, and firmly pushed forward, too caught up in the sensation to hear the knock on the door and creak of the hinges.
"Ja, Odin, that feels so –"
"Hey Skwisgaar, has you seen... WHAT'S YOU DOING TO DEDDY BEAR?!"
Skwisgaar looked up, still continuing his slow thrusts. "Oh, hey Toki. You, ah... You's at the door?"
"Ja," Toki cried, "I stands right here!"
"Oh." The Swede looked down at the bed, and stopped thrusting. "You's not, ah... Oh."
Toki stared in mild disbelief, and considerable disgust. "I been looking for Deddy, he's gots a tear that needs mendings! I thoughts you said you has a headache! I thoughts you were goings to Pickle to get pills!"
"Ja," Skwisgaar mumbled. "They good pills."
"PICKLE! WHAT PILLS YOU BEEN GIVING SKWISGAAR?!"