Devotion ~ Schlattcicle

Devotion

Schlatt's soft eyes show no emotion but pure reverence as he gazes over Charlie's bare body laid out so beautifully before him. In his mind, there would be no greater privilege for him in his life than that of being granted the ability to see the other man like this; so pretty, so breathtaking, all for him.

He crawls forward to the point that he's straddling Charlie's chest and leans down, delicately cupping his face as he presses their lips together in a tender, soft kiss. He treats Charlie as though his skin was porcelain, fragile and liable to break should he move too fast or too harshly. He wants to take care of Charlie. He wants to keep him safe and treat him as he deserves to be treated - with the utmost care and attention. He wants to make sure Charlie never breaks.

His lips drift to the side, kissing slowly along his partner's jaw and down his neck as the older man tilts his head to accommodate for the movement. With anyone else, Schlatt would suck and bite and mark them, claiming them as his own, but he could never do that with Charlie. He regards his body as if it were a work of art; it is the final product of thousands of hours spent sculpting by God's careful hands. Schlatt wouldn't dare blemish his perfect skin.

His hands run up and down Charlie's sides and over his chest and shoulders, feeling his muscles beneath his fingertips. He loves being able to simply touch him, learn his body, know him in a way that no one else could. Charlie is an angel and Schlatt is grateful every day that he was the one to receive the honour of knowing him in this way. He is the one entrusted with providing the love and care and admiration to which Charlie is entitled.

Schlatt shifts backwards, positioning himself between Charlie's legs and trailing kisses over his pecs and down to his stomach. He feels comfort when pressing his lips to the soft, slightly squishy skin over Charlie's abs and he rests his hands on his partner's waist, gently massaging him with his thumbs. A hand finds its way to his hair and he sighs as Charlie pets the soft brown waves.

Schlatt loves when Charlie touches him. His hands were soft and gentle and the simple feeling of his fingertips was enough to warm his heart for a week. When Charlie touches him, it means he's doing well; he's making him feel good. There was no higher distinction than that of knowing he was pleasing the older man. His eyes fall closed for a moment, satisfaction and pride flooding through his body as he leans into the touch, his cheek still resting on Charlie's stomach.

A minute or two later, he shuffles back a little further, lips ghosting over his partner's hips and hands trailing downwards. He holds Charlie's thigh, fingertips dancing over the soft, sensitive skin, as he kisses down the line of his femur. He treats the man's upper legs as one would a sacred object; his hands are delicate and revering as if his whole life has built up to him being allowed to handle this thing which is so precious.

Schlatt moves to the other side, ensuring he gives this leg the same respect and attention as the other one and doesn't rush through it. His hand runs down the outside of Charlie's thigh and hooks under his knee, encouraging him to bend it slightly so he can touch his calf as well. Almost his whole forearm is in contact with Charlie's skin creating a beautiful warmth that spreads through his whole body.

Hearing Charlie sigh in pleasure, he smiles against his skin and shifts to kiss all the way back up to his lips, savouring every moment of the journey. He licks over Charlie's bottom lip and slips his tongue inside, drinking in the sweet taste of his mouth like it was the nectar of the gods.

His hand reaches back and wraps carefully around Charlie's half-hard cock, stroking him up and down as he continues to kiss him. His partner moans into his mouth creating a sound that is nothing short of heavenly to Schlatt's ears; the greatest piece of music from the finest composer to ever live couldn't come close to matching the emotions he feels when he listens to Charlie. He speeds up his hand, one of the only parts of this whole event that actually has some pace to it, only in the hope that he can draw more sounds like that from him.

Charlie's moans are a blessing from God spoken directly into his ear; Schlatt is blessed with Charlie, blessed to touch him, feel him, pleasure him, love him. His partner's hand brushes over his shoulder in a way that Schlatt understands as a silent indication that he's ready to move on.

He sits back, picking up the bottle of lube that laid on the sheets next to them. Charlie had prepped for him before they'd started so he could get right to pouring the liquid into his palm and spread it over his dick. Sometimes he wishes they didn't have to bother - the process seeming far too mortal for the otherwise ethereal experience - but the last thing he would ever want to do is hurt Charlie.

Schlatt gently bends the older man's legs, lining himself up, and looks at Charlie. He meets his soft eyes, sees the gentle smile that rests on his lips, loses himself in his divine beauty as he pushes in, sighing at the feeling of Charlie's heat surrounding him. He leans down to once again meet his lips, his lover draping one arm over his neck; his other hand cups Schlatt's face and his legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him close.

Neither moves for a while, simply enjoying existing as two halves of the same whole, finally reconnected. They would stay like that forever if they could - together, Charlie so perfectly beautiful, Schlatt hopelessly entranced by him.

Eventually, Charlie's legs loosen their grip slightly, signalling for Schlatt to begin pulling out slowly and pushing back in in a calm, regular, sensual rhythm; sex is never rushed for them. Sex is romance, is devotion, is love. Their lips never part for more than a second at a time to allow some pleasure filled noise to escape.

Minutes pass until the adoration is tangible in the air surrounding them. Schlatt's pace picks up, gradually building in the way he knows Charlie likes. A loud cry tells him that he's hit that perfect spot and he repeats the action exactly the same, earning praise and validation in the form of incredible noises. A hand drops to once again stroke his partner's dick, adding to his pleasure and pushing him ever closer to his orgasm.

Schlatt can feel him tense and his back arches off the bed. He increases the speed of his thrusts, repeatedly stimulating Charlie's prostate until at last, he is driven over the edge, pleasure flooding his body and come spilling across both of their stomachs.

Pride swells in Schlatt's chest - so grateful for the honour of bringing Charlie to orgasm. It's enough for him to reach his own climax, filling the older man with his come and panting, sharing the air between their faces which were still just centimetres apart.

He sits back and gazes over Charlie's perfect body, breathing in time with the heaving of his chest, admiring the way his hair stuck to his forehead, finding true beauty in the blissful smile that rests on his lips.

Charlie is art, Charlie is his, Charlie is everything to him.

Schlatt is a servant of his faith and Charlie is both the altar at which he worships and the deity to whom it is devoted.