Gothocalypse

Revelation

They sat together drinking and laughing for a while. In a moment of silence, Ed couldn't help but reach out and brush his long fingers along a red rub mark on his neck. Those damnable collars... he thought to himself. As if Jerome doesn't have enough marks on him. Jerome stilled, his eyes closing. Something very close to a purr escaped his throat as Ed's fingers gently danced over his sensitive skin. His other hand found its way to Jerome's collar bone, tracing the bone edge and scars around it. Jerome leaned into the touch slightly, and Ed sucked in a breath. He found himself leaning in also- until he could nearly feel Jerome's warm breath. The hand at jays neck curled around to the nape of his neck, cradling the base of his scull gently, and pulling him in. Their lips met, Ed holding Jerome with confidence. Jerome's hands tentatively made their way to Ed's sides, resting on his hips. Ed scooted closer and deepened the kiss, his tongue begging entrance to Jerome's mouth. Jerome's fingers clutched the fabric at Ed's sides and he accepted- his lips parting and tongue rushing to meet the taller man's.

Jerome was soon kneeling, their lips never parting, and pushing the green suit jacket down Ed's shoulders, Ed helping by loosening his tie. Small moans and gasps escaped from between them as they devoured each other's mouths. Soon they were both in a similar state of undress- Ed in his boxers and Jerome in his silky bottoms (which left little to the imagination to begin with). Ed turned and pulled Jerome down on top of him, laying back on his own king size bed. The room was large, almost that of penguins. Jerome's room was much smaller, a double bed and small stand up-only shower in a small bathroom. This room was kingly. Jerome gently lifted Ed's glasses from his face and set them aside, taking a moment to see his eyes unencumbered. They both smiled to each other, less unsure than either could have thought. Their mouths met again and Jerome's hands explored the thin frame below him. Though slight, Ed was not as frail as he had imagined. Lean muscle covered bone in all the right places, offering support and strength where Oswald's body had failed.

Jerome's lips moved to Ed's neck, licking and nipping gently, seeking out places that made Ed moan and squirm. Ed's hands stayed busy, skirting over sensitive skin and tracing scars. Jerome shivered with the touch. He kissed and licked his way down Ed's body, slowing as he reached his belt line, dragging his tongue along the 'v' lines leading to the elastic of his boxers. He teasingly slowly pulled the fabric down to reveal an already hard length to match his own. This would be much more of a challenge than his previous encounter, and he smiled to himself. Taking the base of the impressive cock in his hand to steady it, he licked a line straight up the underside, flicking the head with his tongue. "Oh... Jay..." Ed gasped out sensually as his back arched. He pushed his lips down to engulf as much of the length as he could, eliciting a moan. He swirled his tongue along the underside, closing his throat to massage the head. Ed writhed beneath him, gasps and moans wracking him. Jerome began bobbing along his length in earnest, his hand following, making up the gap that his throat couldn't reach. Ed's fingers threaded into his fire red hair as he squirmed. He felt Ed tensing, he knew he was close. Ed suddenly pulled on the hair in his hands. "Stop! Jay stop." He gasped out, tugging Jerome up to him as his cock fell from his mouth, saliva stringing along with him.

For a moment, Jerome's face showed worry and Ed knew he thought he did something wrong. He pulled the shorter man into a deep kiss, thrusting his hips up, grinding their hard cocks together. Ed pulled back, breathless, and whispered against Jerome's ear as they continued to grind, "I want you to cum with me." He licked the shell of the redheads ear. "...fuck me." Jerome pulled back and gazed at Ed, in awe. His head tilted slightly, searching his face. Without looking away, Ed reached to the side table, dug into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, like the one that now rested in Oswald's drawer, but bigger. He held it up between them. Jerome studied it for a moment before taking it, and with one last glance to Ed's face, he found his most wicked grin. He shuffled back downward and hoisted Ed's legs up over his shoulders, digging his face deep towards his entrance. Ed yelped at the sudden movements but quickly began to moan and writhe as Jerome's tongue circled and prodded at him. Ed has more than once thought about this- dreamt of it, got himself off to the thought of it. He had ignored the idea for years. But right now, there was no ignoring it.