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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12
Daniel gazed out the carriage window at the clouded sky and wished for just a little taste of sunshine. The gloom had been ever present since the left the farm three days before. Luckily, the change of scenery had improved his mood, regardless of the lack of sunlight.
Sleep, though very little of it, had again become dreamless and deep. The vile memory of his fevered terror dream troubled him still. Trying to rationalize what really happened that day wasn't easy, but he continued to make himself write down everything he could remember in his journal.
The gentle rock of the carriage tempted him to close his eyes and rest, but he looked at John who sat across from him instead. His lover looked fresh and wide awake. It was rather silly, but he felt a obligation to stay awake for John's benefit. Lengthy travel was dull enough, but worse when you had no one to keep you company.
John watched him thoughtfully. "Something on your mind, Daniel? You look troubled again."
"No, nothing in particular. Just eager for Spring to arrive. I tire of this Winter sky."
"A nice warm day would be agreeable," he said, fixing the cuff of his right glove. "The chill even penetrates the carriage. We should arrive in London in an hour, maybe a little longer depended on the road. Once we get settled in, I'm sure we can warm each other up nicely." He gave Daniel that smile that was swimming with luring sensuality.
Without fail, Daniel felt his face warm as it always did, a mixture of awkward shyness and sexual excitement. He shouldn't have a sliver of bashfulness left after all he and John had done together, but it was John's strong presence that kept that inner innocence locked within him.
"I suppose we shall," Daniel answered, unable to resist looking into John's alluring eyes.
"Or perhaps we can start right now," John said and eased across to sit close against Daniel's side before he could even speak a word of surprise. "Don't worry, the driver won't hear over the horses, my love."
"John, this isn't proper. We're out in the open," Daniel resisted weakly.
"Don't be silly. No one can see inside our carriage. I promise, we won't make a mess," he muttered and planted soft kisses over his jawline to his ear. "I won't make you, climax. That will wait until we are in bed, but before I'm done you'll be begging me to."
His words and the heat of his breath against his skin made him gasp soft and his body tremble. He swallowed back a soft moan when his earlobe was traced over by his wickedly swirling tongue. Daniel happily relented, squirming in his seat when John's hand pressed against his thigh and gradually eased up on his hip.
Their lips brushed, soft tender kisses becoming lusher as the minutes passed. It was easy to forget your surroundings when in the grasp of passion, and Daniel let himself go, gasping heavy when his lover's gloved hand slid inside his coat and up under his shirt to tug a erect nipple.
"You're getting warm already," John observed playfully, tugging on the nub with practiced fingertips. "I could fuck you right now and you wouldn't stop me, would you?" Daniel's response turned to a yelp when his fingers pinched and rolled his trapped nipple. John chuckled. "I won't do that. Not here. What I will do is get you so aroused it hurts."
His fingers continued to tug and manipulate his nipple, then flick at the raised flesh with quick teasing strokes. It was one of a few sensitive spots John had found on his body that he took great advantage of during lovemaking. This time was no exception as his hand brushed over to toy with the other with abandon.
The carriage shuddered heedlessly on, Daniel too enraptured by his lover's seductive touch to care how much longer the trip may be. The stiff ache between his legs needed his touch, but John kept his attention above his waist, gently opening his coat and the waistcoat beneath. He didn't lift his shirt, but leaned forward and latched his mouth over a raised nub through the cotton cloth.
Daniel whimpered with the pleasurable sensation, his legs jerking soft as it pulsated through his body. The feeling of his hand brushed up and down his thigh, the touch firm and reassuring him. He let his head fall back as he panted harshly, resisting the urge to ask for more, groaning when John's teeth tugged his flesh through the now wet cotton.
Wet heat slid over his adams apple and continued over his chin and further, John's hot tongue pushing past his slightly opened lips. Daniel gripped his tied back hair, willingly drowning in the deep kiss as his lover pressed close over his aroused body. The hand that had lain tight over his thigh moved up over his groin, palm cupping his hard manhood, rolling and massaging with just enough pressure to entice a eager moan that was muffled in their sultry embrace.
John gently broke the kiss, nibbling soft on Daniel's bottom lip. "Do you want to feel my skin against yours?" he purred, hand still rubbing in a way that made his hips jerk.
"Yes," Daniel rasped, eyelids heavy as he looked into his eyes.
John raised his hand to his own lips and used his teeth to pull his glove off, never taking his eyes off Daniel's. He shifted his body slightly, getting as comfortable as they both could be in the carriage and pushed his hand under the waistband of his trousers to take hold of the stiff muscle within. Daniel expelled a rush of breath and jerked his hips with the contact, his lover's hand slightly cooler than his aroused member.
Daniel tried not to make a sound, but lost the battle before it had even begun, gasping, whimpering and moaning soft as John's hand and fingers rubbed and cupped over his cock, the friction soon warming his hand. His lover was delicate and careful, drawing out the pleasure, stopping to cup and massage his balls before working the base of his length again, pumping slowly up and down.
"John, please. I need to," he gasped.
"Not here, Daniel. You must wait." His voice dripped with controlled desire, commanding, yet promising greater pleasures. Daniel whined unabashedly, hips jerking wantonly for even the slightest pressure that could bring him over to the sea of delight he was hungry for. He cried out in frustration when the tight grip loosened. "No, Daniel." The beautiful bastard was smiling.
"You're a wicked man," Daniel said, voice small and trembling, yet he couldn't help but get in a even greater state of arousal with his taunt refusal.
"Do you still love me?" His fingers caressed the head of his cock, spreading a moist pearl of pre-cum.
"Yes," he groaned, biting his lip against the rippling pleasure.
"Then is it so bad that I am wicked?" His touch descended lower, cradling his balls, thumb brushing the base of his swollen cock, the motion almost languid and with a air of boredom.
"No," he whispered, worrying he had upset him somehow. John's sudden renewed smile melted away his fear, and his fingers gripped his throbbing sex once more. "I don't know if I can hold back, John."
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, stroking him all the while.
Daniel struggled not to pump his hips. "No, but.."
"Mn, some help is in order then." John reached into his coat pocket and produced a familiar ring, amusement glinting in his eyes.
Daniel looked at the silver cock ring held between his lovers fingers, eyes widening. "Why are you carrying that around in your coat pocket?"
"It's been quite a long trip. Surely we can do something to relieve the boredom." He deftly slid the ring over and down the length of his penis until it was snug around the base.
Daniel put his hand over his mouth to muffle the curse and ragged moan, feeling his skin flush hotter when John's smile widened. He remembered the torturous pleasure of the ring from before. The painful throb it caused was both dreadful and exciting to his sensitive loins. John relished teasing him so, and part of him hungered for it always. He shamelessly rocked his lower body to John's touch, working for a climax he knew would not come.
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It was unbearable now, his lower region hot and stiff under his long coat. He held the bag that held his journal and writing supplies in front of him, refusing to let the driver take it for him to carry inside with their other belongings. The man asked if he was feeling well, and he just nodded hastily, not trusting his own voice to speak. John, acting as if nothing at all was amiss, instructed the driver where to place the bags and turned to Daniel with a innocent smile on his lips.
"Isn't it wonderful, Daniel?" Daniel looked at the home, too aroused and aching to respond. John had apparently kept his home in the city for business trips there, and otherwise. "You'll love the inside. Come on, I know you're eager to see," he said, voice laced with a soft chuckle.
Daniel closed his eyes a moment and took a deep breath before he attempted to walk as normally as he possibly could up the steps to the door. It wasn't comfortable as he took each step, keeping his bag before him, lips pressed tight together to hold back his voice. He heard the driver ask John if he was really alright, and John's light assurance that he was. Just sore from the long ride. Nothing more.
Oh, if only that was really the reason. He slipped inside the house, the interior dull with weak daylight that broke through the slight crack of the curtains and the open doorway. It wasn't dark enough to cause him concern, and in the state he was in, he wasn't sure he would even notice if it was pitch black. He shuffled a bit further and dropped his bag, pressing his forehead against the wall, panting heavy with the strain.
The room got a little darker when he heard the door shut, but light was soon filling the room as John went about lighting the oil lamps, humming like he didn't have a care in the world. He couldn't wait anymore. Gasping, he rubbed fiercely over his groin through his trousers, only making his situation worse. A press against his back and John's hand clamping on his wrist made him yelp soft.
"Turn around, love. I'll take your anguish away now." Daniel turned, back against the wall, a light sheen of sweat on his skin. It was too damn hot. Breath hectic, he pulled off his coat, shifting slightly as John went down to his knees before him and worked his trousers and undergarments down around his ankles. "Relax." Gently, the ring was removed, slow droplets of pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock like tears. "Let yourself go," he said before he sucked his cock into his warm mouth.
Daniel's voice cracked, the gratifying sensation making his legs buckle and his heart pound. He gripped John's hair rough, thrusting without restraint until the orgasm took him, his voice raised and unchecked. His head thumped back against the wall as he took in lungfuls of air, beads of sweat clinging to his body. He barely had time to come to his sensed when John lifted him up and carried him to a sofa in the sitting room. All the furniture was covered in sheets to keep the dust off, but John didn't bother taking it off the sofa, laying Daniel back against it and covering him with his body, lips covering his in a forceful kiss.
They both stripped down completely in haste, touching and kissing with frantic need. John took the small vial of oil from his coat pocket, the same pocket he had hidden the ring in and Daniel laughed breathlessly at the sight. His lover knew exactly what he was doing at all turns. John raised his body enough to slick up before he lowered back against Daniel, pulling his legs around him with firm hands.
"Bite down on my shoulder if you must, Daniel. I cannot hold myself back," John said, voice guttural with untamed lust. Daniel nodded, legs open wide around his body, waiting for the first painful thrust.
"AH!" Pain and pleasure jarred him. His nails dug into John's back as he thrust deep into his body. The floor and sofa creaked beneath them with each wild gyration. Daniel worked his hips to him, the pain giving way to pulses of satisfying pleasure. His thirst was not quenched after all as his loins awoke again, the hardness pressed and massaged against John's muscled stomach. He arched his hips, begging for his lover to get deeper.
"Harder," Daniel demanded, between panting breath, feeling almost lightheaded, senses dizzy and dreamlike. His body tensed when a second climax took him, crying out over and over, digging harder into the flesh of John's sweat slick back. His rough thrusts did not diminish, jerking his used body until John too was voicing his own pleasure.
John collapsed against him, lips nuzzling his neck, his hot, rapid breath sending pleasant shivers. "Welcome to our second home, Daniel," he breathed, capturing his lips in another consuming kiss.
AN: Just a short sex chapter, I know. Next chapter will have storyline again, I promise. :D
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