A Rumor of Peace

CHAPTER 16

SUMMARY : Finishing the rest of the night between Roark and Rodolphus.  Severus and the Durin's show up at Roark's apartment the next morning.  Reaction to what he tells them.

Rodolphus took the bottle he passed to him, popped the cap and poured some of the slick substance onto his fingers, began to spread it liberally over himself, then poured a bit more before closing the bottle and tossing it onto the nightstand beside the bed.  Bending, he brushed his lips to Roark's, catching his gasp as his fingers moved over his hole.  His kiss then deepened, tongue moving in to explore, to duel with Roark's as he eased a finger into him, out, then back into him, slowly adding a second finger once he felt he was ready for it.  Twisting, turning one way, then another, preparing him to take him.

Once he was sure he was ready for him, he slipped hands under those taut ass cheeks, lifting him just enough to line himself up and begin to press into him.  Roark pulled out of the kiss with a soft cry as he felt himself being invaded, stretching to take him into him as he began to thrust, easing deeper each time. 

"Rodolpus," he moaned, his head moving on his pillow.  "Oh..." he breathed, eyes going wide.  "Gods, Dolph, please," he moaned.

"You're so damn tight," he groaned as the heat he was sliding into opened to him with each inward stroke.  "So damn tight, and so hot you feel like you'll burn me," he went on, his voice becoming even deeper, watching those so bright silver eyes for pain, but saw only discomfort, for which he was glad as he settled him onto the bed, his movements slow as he leaned over him, nibbling at his bottom lip.

"You feel so big," he murmured, looking up into dark sherry eyes, giving a soft cry as Rodolphus thrust deeper into him.  "Oh yes, I can feel you stretching me to take you."

"Any pain?" he asked, breath catching on a gasp as Roark shifted his hips on his next inward thrust.

Roark could only shake his head, arching into him as his thrusts and withdrawals began to come easier, the pleasure building.  "No.  There's no pain, just a stretching burn each time you go deeper.  I never thou--GODS!" he gasped, his back arching, head pressing back into his pillow.  "Thought this could feel so good.  Rodolphus, for the love of Kobol, just TAKE me already!" he cried out, his arms lifting, reaching for him.

Take him he did.  Thrust the last few inches into him to bury himself completely.  He caught those reaching hands as he withdrew form him, twining their fingers as he thrust into him again, hearing his cry, feeling him arch into him again. 

Again.  And yet again until he was thrusting in and out of him in a steady rhythm.  "Roark...fuck..."

"Yes...Oh Gods, yes," he moaned.  "So good.  That feels so...oo good," he gasped out, his head beginning to thrash on the pillow as he began to answer the movements within him, sweat beginning to develop on the both of them, beading their foreheads, their temples, their chests.  "Rodolphus, PLEASE!"

"You are so beautiful," came his groan as he began to thrust harder, faster as he lowered himself over him completely.  "That's it...come to me...meet me.  Reach out for it.  Fuck, Roark, you are absolutely gorgeous in your passion."

"Rodolphus," he moaned, then gave a cry of pleasure as the thrusts began to come even faster, so much harder, deeper if that were possible.  His breathing, already fast, became ragged, his body reaching for...something.  "Rodolphus...PLEASE!" he cried, arching again.

"Don't be afraid of it.  Just accept the pleasure.  Let it take you.  Feel me as I move within you, taking me so deeply," he gasped out, lifting his head to look down into that deeply flushed face, his silver eyes bright.  "That's IT, Roark.  More," he groaned.  "Dear sweet Gods, I must have more of you.  All of you," he grunted as he thrust hard into him.