It was past time, Childermass expressed, to get out of the rapidly cooling bath and onto the bed. After getting towelled off, Norrell was arranged face-down on the bed with a pillow beneath his hips, flushed all over, limbs heavy and slow-moving. His somewhat dazed eyes regarded Childermass undressing himself with interest, and the tip of one of his thumbs rested in between his lips. It was a beautiful sight, thought Childermass.
He climbed atop the bed to cover Norrell’s body with his own. He found himself making a strange, low noise akin to a growl and sucked a mark into the base of Norrell’s neck, letting the other man feel his heavy cock grind against his backside. Norrell pressed his arse back against his thrusts, pleading for attention. He moved to turn around and reach his hands back towards Childermass, but Childermass grabbed hold of Norrell’s arms and pinned them down to the bed above his head, at which Norrell positively whimpered.
“Stay there, now. Let Daddy take care of you.”
Childermass sucked and slid his stubble all the way down Norrell’s back and arrived at his clean, pink arsehole. He spread Norrell’s cheeks apart and licked. He began taking him apart with his tongue, exploring every breathy reaction he could squeeze out of his master. He felt the tight ring of muscle open up to him in response to his small probing movements and he took his own prick in his hand to relieve some of the presssure building there. He kept diligently at it till he was as deep as his tongue could reach, and Norrell was panting and groaning and whining incoherently at him, and his jaw ached, and he had to stop stroking himself lest he finish too soon. Childermass kissed Norrell's thigh all the way up to his inner knee and reached beneath the bed to find their jar of oil.
Norrell hissed out a “yes--sss.” Childermass pressed his oiled finger past the spit-slicked entrance. He fingered Norrell open in slow, thorough thrusts. His eyes stayed trained on the other man's face-- an adjustment period at first, and then a slackening of the facial muscles, and then an arm thrown over the face (the sensations thrilling through his body in conjuction with Childermass' intent scrutinizing gaze were too much to bear at the same time). He was past ready for a second oil-coated finger to slip in, and then before he could say anything oh! Fingers rubbed against his prostate in a steady rhythm, building, and he breathed in time to the thrusts, each exhale a moan.
“Put it in, put it in already!”
Norrell’s petulant tone made Childermass chuckle. He flipped him over onto his back so they were facing one another.
“Patience, lad.”
Childermass pulled Norrell towards him and lifted his legs up so they circled about his hips. He rubbed his cock in the oily cleft of Norrell's arse and licked hungrily into his mouth. It was open, wet, and panting, barely coordinated enough to be a kiss. Norrell wiggled his bum as if trying to chase Childermass’ erection.
“Daddy... please!”
Childermass took a few luxurious, agonizing moments to relish teasing the other man with his prick. But finally, Childermass pressed the head of his cock slowly into Norrell’s tight, slick heat. Norrell’s breath hitched as he was opened up, and Childermass groaned. When he was fully seated inside his lover, he paused before beginning to thrust slowly in and out. “Unh-- Childermass, yes. God-- Daddy--” Short rolls of his hips generated little moments of overwhelming sensation. Childermass fucked him patiently yet forcefully.
Norrell’s knees were up against his own chest. His head was thrown back. A sheen of sweat covered his pink skin. Seeing him like this was an honor no-one else besides Childermass had ever had. The thought, once it came into his mind, threw fuel on the possessive fire growing in Childermass’ body.
He lost track of trying to go slow. He felt like he was burning up, surrounded entirely by the right-feeling in his chest. He knew he would not last long. His thrusts grew wilder and he wrapped a hand around his lover’s cock-- years of practice guided his hand to the rhythm that would drive his lover over the edge.
Norrell spilled with a cry between them. Childermass fucked him through his peak and came listening to his over-stimulated whimpers.
It took him a few minutes of lying slumped on top of Norrell to collect himself enough to get them both cleaned up and ready for bed.
Re: FILL: Childermass/Norrell ageplay, pt 3/4
He climbed atop the bed to cover Norrell’s body with his own. He found himself making a strange, low noise akin to a growl and sucked a mark into the base of Norrell’s neck, letting the other man feel his heavy cock grind against his backside. Norrell pressed his arse back against his thrusts, pleading for attention. He moved to turn around and reach his hands back towards Childermass, but Childermass grabbed hold of Norrell’s arms and pinned them down to the bed above his head, at which Norrell positively whimpered.
“Stay there, now. Let Daddy take care of you.”
Childermass sucked and slid his stubble all the way down Norrell’s back and arrived at his clean, pink arsehole. He spread Norrell’s cheeks apart and licked. He began taking him apart with his tongue, exploring every breathy reaction he could squeeze out of his master. He felt the tight ring of muscle open up to him in response to his small probing movements and he took his own prick in his hand to relieve some of the presssure building there. He kept diligently at it till he was as deep as his tongue could reach, and Norrell was panting and groaning and whining incoherently at him, and his jaw ached, and he had to stop stroking himself lest he finish too soon. Childermass kissed Norrell's thigh all the way up to his inner knee and reached beneath the bed to find their jar of oil.
Norrell hissed out a “yes--sss.” Childermass pressed his oiled finger past the spit-slicked entrance. He fingered Norrell open in slow, thorough thrusts. His eyes stayed trained on the other man's face-- an adjustment period at first, and then a slackening of the facial muscles, and then an arm thrown over the face (the sensations thrilling through his body in conjuction with Childermass' intent scrutinizing gaze were too much to bear at the same time). He was past ready for a second oil-coated finger to slip in, and then before he could say anything oh! Fingers rubbed against his prostate in a steady rhythm, building, and he breathed in time to the thrusts, each exhale a moan.
“Put it in, put it in already!”
Norrell’s petulant tone made Childermass chuckle. He flipped him over onto his back so they were facing one another.
“Patience, lad.”
Childermass pulled Norrell towards him and lifted his legs up so they circled about his hips. He rubbed his cock in the oily cleft of Norrell's arse and licked hungrily into his mouth. It was open, wet, and panting, barely coordinated enough to be a kiss. Norrell wiggled his bum as if trying to chase Childermass’ erection.
“Daddy... please!”
Childermass took a few luxurious, agonizing moments to relish teasing the other man with his prick. But finally, Childermass pressed the head of his cock slowly into Norrell’s tight, slick heat. Norrell’s breath hitched as he was opened up, and Childermass groaned. When he was fully seated inside his lover, he paused before beginning to thrust slowly in and out. “Unh-- Childermass, yes. God-- Daddy--” Short rolls of his hips generated little moments of overwhelming sensation. Childermass fucked him patiently yet forcefully.
Norrell’s knees were up against his own chest. His head was thrown back. A sheen of sweat covered his pink skin. Seeing him like this was an honor no-one else besides Childermass had ever had. The thought, once it came into his mind, threw fuel on the possessive fire growing in Childermass’ body.
He lost track of trying to go slow. He felt like he was burning up, surrounded entirely by the right-feeling in his chest. He knew he would not last long. His thrusts grew wilder and he wrapped a hand around his lover’s cock-- years of practice guided his hand to the rhythm that would drive his lover over the edge.
Norrell spilled with a cry between them. Childermass fucked him through his peak and came listening to his over-stimulated whimpers.
It took him a few minutes of lying slumped on top of Norrell to collect himself enough to get them both cleaned up and ready for bed.