Silently, Ephram turned his head and took two of Nero's long fingers into his mouth, tongue dancing lazily over them. His hips pushed Nero back along the wall as the hand at Nero's waist moved to capture his other wrist and pin it against the wall beside Nero's head. If they were now finished dancing around the issue, he had several ideas in mind.
Slowly letting now-moist fingers slide from his mouth, Ephram spoke against Nero's palm, "Since we're foregoing metaphor, I'll speak plainly." He leaned in and scraped his teeth along the side of Nero's neck. Whispering in the Commodore's ear, "I'm curious how you would react if I turned you to face the wall, yanked down your breeches, and took you."
He slid a leg between Nero's, knee and thigh feeling telltale hardness. "Is that free enough of metaphor, Nero?"
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Date: 2009-09-20 01:03 am (UTC)Slowly letting now-moist fingers slide from his mouth, Ephram spoke against Nero's palm, "Since we're foregoing metaphor, I'll speak plainly." He leaned in and scraped his teeth along the side of Nero's neck. Whispering in the Commodore's ear, "I'm curious how you would react if I turned you to face the wall, yanked down your breeches, and took you."
He slid a leg between Nero's, knee and thigh feeling telltale hardness. "Is that free enough of metaphor, Nero?"