The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

Bond and essence

When their tongues finally touched, it wasn't enough. Misery pulled Gwen down and he found himself kneeling on top of him. The Cerberus' hand pressed the small of his back and the other, lost in his hair, pressed on his skull to intensify the kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other in a quick, greedy sweep. Gwen's hands clasped the shirt, then the neck. He clung to the Cerberus as if his life depended on it. Misery left the lips, for the cheek, the neck, which he kissed, nibbled on until Gwen was burning with pleasure. Their breathing was rapid. Gwen thrust his hips forward to meet the Cerberus', rubbing their sex eagerly. Misery moved up to storm his lips as his hands sought the warmth of the skin beneath his clothing. They parted breathlessly, forehead to forehead. Gwen's eyes were closed, panting, his mouth ajar. Misery stroked his nose with his and pushed back some of the hair still damp from the shower. When the young man opened his eyes, his pupils were dilated. For a brief moment, Misery thought the whole eye was black, like an animal's... or a creature's, but the illusion dissipated, like a shadow play. Gwen smiled and raised his arms in a silent invitation. Misery swallowed.

- Do you really want it?

Gwen ran his tongue over his lips.

- I need you. I can still feel them clinging to me...Don't leave me like this.

Obediently, Misery took off his shirt, which landed on the coffee table. Gwen took the Cerberus' hand and placed it on his chest.

- Touch me. I want your hands, your mouth all over me.

As if bewitched, Misery's hand ran down Gwen's torso, down his belly. The pads of his fingers seemed to create an electric current between their skin. He took a nipple between his fingers and kneaded it as Gwen's hips slowly undulated. Then his mouth replaced his fingers as he laid the young man on the couch, slipping between his thighs once more. Misery was finally tasting Gwen's skin, moving against him. He wanted everything from Gwen. The Cerberus was completely overwhelmed by the scent of his partner. He wanted to melt into him as much as devour him. Misery could feel his fangs and claws wanting to grow. As his tongue ran along the bone of Gwen's offered throat, barely hindered by the red stone collar, he felt the young man's hands tugging at his top to touch the skin. He barely straightened to rid himself of the cumbersome garment, sinking back against Gwen to breathe in the scent behind his ear. Gwen stroked the skin of his back, scratching lightly and playing with its elasticity as he too tasted the skin of the Cerberus' shoulder. His fingers kneaded the taut biceps, the powerful torso and he sighed with envy. This Creature was perfect. He groaned as he felt the point of a fang. The pain was exquisite. Misery sat up on his arms to admire his companion lying beneath him. Their eyes met and envy exploded between them. It wasn't enough. Boldly, and without taking his eyes off the consuming Cerberus, Gwen reached for his sex through the fabric of his boxers. He squeezed his hand gently to make Misery moan. The sex was large and long. Its rigidity made his mouth water. He wanted it.

Misery gasped, the friction of his hand on the fabric exciting him. He straightened on his knees. Gwen followed suit until he bit his shoulder. The Cerberus grunted under the bite and Gwen gave a throaty laugh and stole a kiss. Gwen rested his forehead against the other's nose, breathing hard as the Cerberus's hand went adventurously, reaching under the fabric to take hold of the bandaged sex. Misery relished the sound his partner made, the boiling sensation of the sex that seemed to pulsate, the wetness of the tip that he enjoyed spreading with his thumb. Misery could see the red of pleasure and excitement spread over his neck, cheeks, ears, chest...

- You're sensitive, baby...

- It's... you're killing me...

- Take off your clothes.

Misery let go of him and Gwen hurriedly removed his underwear. He arched his back shamelessly, offering his body completely to the Cerberus' eyes. Misery spotted the slightest grain of skin, the slightest curve... Gwen was beautiful. His slightly swarthy skin softened the play of sunlight, creating delicate, muted shadows. Misery's eyes could not leave the skin, passing over and over the arms, the torso with its pink nipples, the belly which seemed incomparably soft, far from the chiseled muscles so fashionable. The sex was pointing towards him surrounded by a curly brown fleece and the legs.... So long! And this human, in his splendid nakedness, was his. A wave of possessive pride washed over him, making him grunt with satisfaction. Gwen smiled.