God her smile is devious, he thinks as she pulls back from him and moves back to her former husband, kissing him deeply, and running her hand down the front of his coat. She’s undoing the buttons as Roderich moans shamelessly in her mouth, and Gilbert feels himself grow hotter as she slowly strips the jacket from him, and then unties the cravat so slowly it’s like torture. Roderich’s shirt is next; she slides her hand up his side, still kissing him, only breaking the kiss for a moment to help him pull it over his head. It’s a sensual masterpiece; Gilbert avoids thinking about how much practice stripping Roderich so damn beautifully must have taken. She’s straddling his knee now, grinding herself on his thigh, tonguing his neck and his chin is tilted up, his mouth open and Roderich’s gasping. Gilbert’s breath hitches at the sight, and not just because Roderich’s hand has tightened on his cock.
Her clothes disappear faster, and soon he’s staring at both of the, naked as he is. Elizaveta turns to him again, leaning down to tongue his neck, nip his jugular, and let her breasts brush against him teasingly. He tugs on his bound wrists, gasping at the feel of her teeth on him. Roderich is leaning over her, pressing kisses down her back, and she’s gasping at the feeling of him tracing her spine with his tongue. For once Gilbert is grateful for Roderich’s concentration; he’s still working him so slowly it’s growing painful. “Will you get on with it?” Gilbert snarls, leaning up as far as he can to nibble Elizaveta’s neck.
She moans, and it’s a beautiful sound. It’s even more wonderful when she leans up to undo the bonds at his wrists. He grins at that, and twists them a bit to stretch them out and before Elizaveta has a chance to react he pulls her down on top of him, curling his hands in her hair and kissing her fiercely. She shudders above him, gasping as they end the kiss. “Now that’s better.”
She grins down at him. “We should put your mouth to better use,” she says. At this point Gilbert’s game for anything, and still fairly convinced this is all an elaborate hallucination, but hey, it’s a good one, so who’s he to complain. Elizaveta leans over him, her face flushed and her eyes sharp and Gilbert knows exactly what she wants from him. He grips her thighs, needing the beautiful taught skin of them. His grin is wicked.
“You sure that’s safe?” he asks, voice hoarse, and then he groans as Roderich’s delicate hands press against the slit of his cock and make his nerves sing.
Elizaveta’s expression is beautifully devious. “If you want to keep your vital regions, it will be.” She lowers herself onto him and he accepts her willingly, gratefully, god she’s beautiful here too, all wet and pink and shivering. He tests her folds gently, just brushing the edge of them with his tongue and he grins when he feels a shiver quake her long legs. Before long he’s laving her liberally, tonguing her clit and she’s moaning over him, her hands clenched in his short hair, pulling at it. He’s grinning into her, preparing to lick deeper, when the sensation of his legs being parted, and something slippery running down his perineum. He gasps and freezes, and then nearly chokes when he feels something slick press against his anus. Roderich, that has to be Roderich. The long finger pressing into him can’t possibly belong to anything else and a flash of rebellion boils in him. He clenches around that finger, struggles, but Elizaveta is holding his head down, and that finger is still pushing in regardless and it burns.
“You aren’t helping.” Gilbert freezes again at Roderich’s voice, and the finger slips in further, brushing against his prostate and making him groan. It wouldn’t even have taken that much to make him groan; Roderich’s voice is husky with want and that alone, after so much silence, would have been enough. Roderich brushes his prostate again, sending jolts and shivers through that little bundle of nerves that make Gilbert gasp with need. Still, with Elizaveta moaning above him, her hair falling over her shoulders in amber-brown curls and sticking to her shoulders, her face, her chest from the sweat, it isn’t hard to calm himself.
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 01:27 am (UTC)(link)Her clothes disappear faster, and soon he’s staring at both of the, naked as he is. Elizaveta turns to him again, leaning down to tongue his neck, nip his jugular, and let her breasts brush against him teasingly. He tugs on his bound wrists, gasping at the feel of her teeth on him. Roderich is leaning over her, pressing kisses down her back, and she’s gasping at the feeling of him tracing her spine with his tongue. For once Gilbert is grateful for Roderich’s concentration; he’s still working him so slowly it’s growing painful. “Will you get on with it?” Gilbert snarls, leaning up as far as he can to nibble Elizaveta’s neck.
She moans, and it’s a beautiful sound. It’s even more wonderful when she leans up to undo the bonds at his wrists. He grins at that, and twists them a bit to stretch them out and before Elizaveta has a chance to react he pulls her down on top of him, curling his hands in her hair and kissing her fiercely. She shudders above him, gasping as they end the kiss. “Now that’s better.”
She grins down at him. “We should put your mouth to better use,” she says. At this point Gilbert’s game for anything, and still fairly convinced this is all an elaborate hallucination, but hey, it’s a good one, so who’s he to complain. Elizaveta leans over him, her face flushed and her eyes sharp and Gilbert knows exactly what she wants from him. He grips her thighs, needing the beautiful taught skin of them. His grin is wicked.
“You sure that’s safe?” he asks, voice hoarse, and then he groans as Roderich’s delicate hands press against the slit of his cock and make his nerves sing.
Elizaveta’s expression is beautifully devious. “If you want to keep your vital regions, it will be.” She lowers herself onto him and he accepts her willingly, gratefully, god she’s beautiful here too, all wet and pink and shivering. He tests her folds gently, just brushing the edge of them with his tongue and he grins when he feels a shiver quake her long legs. Before long he’s laving her liberally, tonguing her clit and she’s moaning over him, her hands clenched in his short hair, pulling at it. He’s grinning into her, preparing to lick deeper, when the sensation of his legs being parted, and something slippery running down his perineum. He gasps and freezes, and then nearly chokes when he feels something slick press against his anus. Roderich, that has to be Roderich. The long finger pressing into him can’t possibly belong to anything else and a flash of rebellion boils in him. He clenches around that finger, struggles, but Elizaveta is holding his head down, and that finger is still pushing in regardless and it burns.
“You aren’t helping.” Gilbert freezes again at Roderich’s voice, and the finger slips in further, brushing against his prostate and making him groan. It wouldn’t even have taken that much to make him groan; Roderich’s voice is husky with want and that alone, after so much silence, would have been enough. Roderich brushes his prostate again, sending jolts and shivers through that little bundle of nerves that make Gilbert gasp with need. Still, with Elizaveta moaning above him, her hair falling over her shoulders in amber-brown curls and sticking to her shoulders, her face, her chest from the sweat, it isn’t hard to calm himself.