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Too Much Free Time	By : Provocative_Zephyr Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 1316 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Too Much Free Time
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The lights had been dimmed down into black lights, casting an alluring atmosphere in the room. Deep, forest-green candles were set in amber holders, giving off no scent and little light. Sitting on a red-black mahogany dresser was a simple stick of sandalwood incense.
In the center of the room was a king-sized bed, dressed in dark red blankets and black sheets. On the right-side end table was a large bowl of melted white-chocolate syrup. The inhabitant of the room wasn't normally one to go about 'prettying' his room up, however, today – he was feeling adventurous.
Sothe barely had any time to step through the door to his lover's apartment before he was pushed roughly against a wall. A green brow arched and the seventeen year old questioned mildly, "What are you doing?"
Volke merely smirked, "Welcome home." Then their lips were pressed together and Sothe dropped his messenger bag to the floor. As their tongues danced, the greenette found himself slipping downwards on the wall. When he got too low for his older lover's liking, the man picked him back up. The two pulled apart momentarily for breath; then the elder was back and pressing his own weight into Sothe to pin him to the wall.
It didn't seem like Volke was going to let up so the greenette merely went with it; kissing back just as fiercely, and wrapping his legs around the brunette's waist. Volke hummed in approval and pulled away once again to gaze upon a very dazed and slightly miffed teenager.
"Uh…it's nice to be home?" the greenette murmured, sounding breathless.
Volke smirked, "I missed you." He let that hang in the air as he bent down to lick up the teenager's neck. Sothe merely shivered, amber eyes shutting while he trembled, clasping his hands over his lover's shoulders.
After a while, Volke pulled away again, making Sothe give a small noise of protest. The brunette smiled slightly, pecked the teenager on the lips once more before pulling away completely. Gold eyes widened as the elder man simply walked away.
"What?" Sothe gasped softly.
Volke smirked over his shoulder before disappearing into his room, leaving the door cracked just the slightest. The teenager stared incredulously for a moment before jogging after his lover. "What the hell!" the greenette growled before opening the door, and then he froze; taking in all the new 'additions' to his lover's room…Sothe gaped.
"What the…hell…?" Volke didn't reply, simply pressed close to his younger lover and started kissing him again. This time, his hands moved to undo the teenager's pants. Sothe gasped as his lover succeeded and his khakis slid down his legs and to the floor. Next, Volke stripped him of his shirt.
"How long did it take you to set this all up?"
"Just a couple hours."
The elder urged his lover towards the bed, smirking when Sothe did so obediently. As the teenager bounced slightly, Volke indicated for him to lay flat. The brunette grabbed the bowl of white chocolate, ignoring Sothe's raised brow.
When Volke poured the white substance over his lover's body, Sothe moaned at the feel of the warm, borderline hot, chocolate all across his skin. A flush crept across his cheeks and he sent a hazy gaze at his lover above him. The brunette stared back at him, marveling at how good the teenager looked in white. He almost didn't want to get rid of it.
But the overwhelming urge to taste both the greenette's skin and the delectable chocolate won out over the desire to simply observe. Volke smirked up at the panting teenager before dipping his head to lap at a chocolate-covered nipple. Sothe gave a small whimper, fingers entangling in the sheets beneath him, turning white with the pressure.
"I missed you this week." The brunette admitted, and golden eyes opened to glance down at him, quivering as Volke continued his wet trail down to the teenager's naval. "How was school?" Sothe blinked at him.
"Is this your idea of pillow-talk?" he cut off with a moan when his lover brushed across an extra-sensitive spot close to his belly-button.
"It's hitting two birds with one stone. I get to fulfill a dream I had recently and find out how my increasingly absent lover is doing." He bit down on the flat stomach in slight punishment.
Sothe groaned, "Sorry, I've been busy….We've had so many projects I don't know what to do with myself." He bit his lip as Volke cleared off the rest of the chocolate coating his skin, eyeing the bowl that the brunette was tipping over him once again.
"Maybe its best that you're not around as much…I love you, but I'm not so sure I'm quite in love with jail." He let the rest of the silky whiteness drizzle out on top of Sothe's hardness. He met his lover's gaze who was torn between looking aroused, and looking disappointed by that last statement. "I can't wait until you're legal."
He stopped any other words that might have escaped the greenette's lips by wrapping his lips around the other's erection. A cry escaped the other's lips – Volke was rarely the one to be giving the oral sex – and the uncommon feeling was something to revel in.
The brunette quickly worked his tongue to finish off the rest of the sweet treat, forcing more broken cries out of his lover all the while. When he pulled away, Sothe whimpered out in distress, trying to grab Volke and force him back down.
"Maybe some other time…" he ignored the other's pout, "Right now – I have other things in mind."
Volke reached for the side-table, fumbling for the lube that was stashed there. Sothe, of course, immediately knew what 'other things' he had in mind and couldn't stop a small shiver of excitement. He also couldn't stop himself from moving to meet with the fingers that were pressing inside of him.
The elder didn't spend too much time on the preparing, moving from two fingers penetrating hastily to spreading cool gel across himself. Not that it bothered Sothe – a harsh, annoying week at school could be nicely remedied by a rough fucking.
He met the initial thrust with a pleased cry, feeling a little proud that he had managed to pull a small groan from his lover. That was wiped away, however, as he got caught up in the storm of his lover's passion – fighting to keep up. Skin met skin, burning with each touch; building up towards the end with each slap of flesh.
They released together, collapsing into a sweaty, panting heap; Volke idly running his fingers along the teenager's shoulder and Sothe threading his through his lover's hair.
"Do you plan these little ventures when I'm not around?" the younger man murmured after a while.
Volke shrugged, "When I'm not working." He pulled out, making Sothe wince in slight sensitivity, only to lie beside the other a moment later.
Sothe snorted, rolling his eyes, "As if you have nothing better to do."
"Sadly, I don't. Or maybe not so sadly – this one turned out rather well."
"As in you have more?" a green eyebrow raised, slightly incredulous, "Shouldn't your libido be slowing down?"
Volke glared, "Is that a prod at my age?"
"Well…." Sothe trailed off awkwardly.
"I think it's time to indulge in another idea I had."
"Wha-?"
"This one includes rope, and a gag."
"Wait….Wait! What the hell are you doing keeping that under your bed?"
"Just in case."
"That…That can't be legal…."
"Is any of this legal?"
"U-uh…Is that…A…Whip?"
"Maybe. Are you interested?"
"No!"
"Then shut up and stop complaining."
"Perverted old bastard!"
"You know you like it."
"W-well…." Sothe trailed off again, this time a little more to Volke's liking, however...
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