Compassion..
#2 of Lunar
© All characters and storylines surrounding these characters belong to me, Eben Black..
Blackness. A darkened shade that enveloped me and made me shudder. A warm touch and the sound of another man breathing behind me. I slowly opened my eyes and glanced sleepily at the bedside table, the alarm clock said it was almost seven in the morning. I cursed under my breath and moved onto my back. I looked at the man beside me. Sound asleep and so beautiful. Snow was using one arm like a pillow, while his other hand trailed along that sleak line of black fur that snaked down my naval. At some point I'd removed the bottoms and was now naked under the sheets. I stretched and tensed and relaxed. I could feel something wrap around my ankle and knew without looking that it was the slender length that was Snow's tail. I sat up and gazed down at the sleeping behemoth that was my lover and traced a finger through the fringe of pure white head fur atop his head. I swung out of the bed. I sat there, elbows touching my knees as I gazed down at the carpeted floors. The doubts I'd had last night still fresh in my mind.
There was a movement on the bed and I could feel the warmth from the other male as he kneeled behind me. His muscular arms draped around my shoulders as he snuggled his head against mine, our cheeks touching, while I took a deep breath and inhaled that sweet coconut smell that was Snow's shampoo. He always smelled of that sweet, creamy smell these days. He'd never been one for scented shampoos, but he'd loved this one it seemed. That muscled form pressed against my back, his naked heat throbbed against the base of my spine and made me shudder. He was male, so the morning wood was to be expected, but part of me could feel the heat and lust behind an oh-so-natural phenomenon.
"You sleep well?" I asked in a low breath, still looking down at the floor.
He nodded beside me and said, "Yeah. This bed is amazing."
Two weeks ago we'd bought a brand new bed, and although I had not slept much, I had to admit it was an amazing bed. "I know," I murmured.
"Did you sleep alright?" Snow asked.
"I was in and out of sleep most of the night. The usual," I said.
"Work?" he asked.
"Yeah, but not until eleven. Danielle wants me to be at the Illusion shoot later on," I explained. I worked full-time as a photographer, but had been doing part-time work for a few weeks now. Danielle worked as an agent for photographers. She handed me jobs to go to and photograph now and again. Sometimes it varied from fashion shoots, to political events, and even to photograph celebreties at movie premieres. Today I'd been asked to visit a fashion show called Illusion. I'd be photographing the latest fashions and then reporting back to Danielle. I'd be out for around six hours at most. I was excited, I loved fashion and was looking forward to being able to take photographs of something I liked. "I'm meeting Kane at the warehouse," I added.
Kane was my partner and best friend within the agency we worked under. Normally photographers worked solo, but Danielle wanted tons of images of this fashion shoot since there were supposed to be three cat-walks running at one time. One photographer could not be in two places at one time. Snow traced hands down my chest and slowly massaged the flesh under the thick charcoal fur. He murred under his breath as he kissed along my shoulder. I shuddered under that touch.
"Warehouse?" Snow murmured as he squeezed me a little.
"The fashion shoot is being held in a warehouse downtown," I explained.
"You excited?"
"In more ways than one," I breathed. Snow's hand snaked down my abdomen and touched me, he stroked me and squeezed me while his body began to gently grind against me. I took a deep breath, one hand touched the muscled forearm and stroked the thick fur there. His hand stroked and caressed me. Snow was big, powerful, but gentle at the same time. I'd been in situations where Snow had brought me to orgasm with just small movements of his hands. I moaned out, a small noise of pleasure as Snow worked me with those skillful fingers. I eased back against him, my other hand reached behind me and took his throbbing heat. I squeezed like he had, he growled, a dominant sound of pleasure. He was the dominant where the bedroom was concerned, but at some moments we could reverse the role and I'd top him, I may not penetrate him as he would penetrate me, but I knew all the ways of making him moan helpless with raw, naked pleasure.
He rolled back onto the bed, he released me and leaned on his elbows while he gazed down the line of his muscular stomach at me. I turned and put a foot to the thick carpet for balance, I used the other knee for balance, that knee pressed into the mattress while I took him in my hand and stroked him, slowly I massaged that thick, warm length while he watched me, mouth agape and tongue lolling to the side. His hands balled in the sheets, while I let my fingers knead and squeeze around the heat. I opened my muzzle and lowered my tongue to the throbbing head. I licked along the tip and watched him shudder from that simple touch. I ran my tongue down the length's side and kept staring up at the beautiful creature lying before me. He threw his head back and moaned while his hips bucked a little. I wrapped my lips around that hardened warmth and sank down, as low as I could.
To say that Snow was well-endowed was an understatement. Snow was simply impressive, impressive enough for me to take around half of his tigerhood before I had to stop.
It was like a game I played with myself; could I take more of him in my mouth than I had done previous.
"G-God!" he growled as he pulled at the sheets, his legs tensed beside me.
I sucked hard and slow, savouring the taste of him in my mouth. He looked down the line of his body at me, and the look in those beautiful blue eyes screamed lust and heat. He wanted me and I wanted him. It was simple. Lust or love, we wanted one another, no one else mattered in these precious moments. I slowly dragged my mouth off his hard length and with a small pop, he left my mouth. I grinned as Snow shuddered and murred with pleasure. It made me smile how much sensitivity this male had whenever I touched him. He sat up and touched his lips to mine, he sat upright, my legs moving to kneel over his lap. I ran fingers through his head fur as the kiss intensified, as his tongue caressed mine, his hands moved up my back and caressed the sweep of charcoal fur that was my tail. His hands took a hole of my behind, he squeezed and kneaded the mounds of flesh while I pressed myself as close to him as I could without passing through him. My hard length pressed between us, throbbing and aching with raw pleasure as I broke the kiss and gazed at the cerulean stare that was my lover.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured under his breath.
"You too, big man," I murred. Big man was the nickname I had given him. He'd adopted it well.
He rolled us and I ended up on my back, my legs spread around the muscular six foot six. His warm length rubbed against me, his form grinding while he gazed at me from inches away. I touched a hand to his chest and felt the solid heartbeat of the man I called a lover. A large hand grasped my thigh and lifted me up higher, my opening exposed slightly as he probed slowly. He gazed down at me with such heat and such compassion, that alone tore the echo of pleasure from inside me. I felt warm and could have glowed with the passion this feline ignited inside me.
He shifted and suddenly my legs were lifted and wrapped around the male before me. He took a hand to guide himself against me, his heat pressed against that tight opening, his sheer strength could have impaled me, but this feline would not hurt me, he wanted pleasure on both sides or none at all. He travelled inside me, shallow at first but pushing slow and deeper with each gentle thrust of his hips. His slender tail swished in the air as he growled, at that moment I gazed up at the muscular chest and washboard abs of this tiger. I ran hands down his sides and whimpered as he entered me slower and slower, his length throbbed as I clasped around him, squeezing him, trying to drain him as he began rolling his hips and making his heat push against the tightness inside. He pushed and pressed, a stray hand gripped the bed sheets beneath me while he leaned in close, his lips hovering over mine. I wanted him. I needed him. He touched his lips to mine and together we were bound. He rocked his hips, tested the waters and when he was confident enough he dragged his heat from inside me, he left me feeling so hallow inside, but he returned, thrusting harder and faster with each roll of those slender, agile hips. His tail cracked like a whip as he pulsed inside me, his hips moved quicker and quicker, his length filling and leaving me in blurred movements.
I raked hands along the bed sheets and moaned with such intense pleasure as he penetrated me deeper and deeper. I may not be able to take his entire length during oral sex, but during anal I could handle it.
He touched hands to my waist and held me there, his body pushing in and out of me, he concentrated and thrust hard and fast. He shuddered and I knew he was close. He slowed down, and rolled onto his side, he left me for a heartbeat as he lay me on my side, one leg raised while he touched that heated length to my opening once more and thrust hard inside me. One hand snaked under the arch of my neck and touched my chest, pulling me back. I could feel the line of his chest against my back while his other hand pushed up that raised leg. He sped up and fucked me, he fucked me like he knew I liked it. No. Saying I liked it was another understatement. He fucked me like he knew I loved it. And I did. I moaned out his name and could feel him tense. His thrusts became more manic and almost desperate. He was so close now.
"I'm close, I'm so fucking close!" Snow growled as he held me close, his face lost in the immense pleasure we were sharing.
"Please," was all I could stammer before he thrust hard. He growled and then called out my name in the rush of warmth that was his orgasm. Thick, heavy liquid filled all of me. I cried out his name, the sensation drove me over the edge and I spilled my own load across the bed sheets. I came hard and thick, shuddering from the immense pressure that the orgasm brought with it. His arms tensed, his muscles cradled me while his fingers dug into me and made me groan in the afterglow. He shuddered and sighed, a deep sound of pleasure and exhaustion swam over him. He relaxed around me and let his hands release me. He lay there motionless, his hard breathing a resounding sign that he'd been satisifed with his own performance.
"Your a-amazing," he stammered as he kissed the back of my neck and spooned me. His warm length still throbbed and oozed in the afterglow.
"Your amazing," I repeated, cuddling him closer.
"What time is it?" he breathed.
I glanced at the alarm clock and replied, "Quarter to eight, near enough."
"Good. You'll have enough time to wash up then before work," he murred as he dozed behind me. The sex had been amazing, astounding even, but I always liked cuddling up to this feline in the afterglow more. He held me close, his work done. Thanks to the amazing sex and the subtle warmth inside I forgot about my concerns and worries that previous night. Snow could be one big distraction if he wanted it seemed. Not that I was complaining. It was simple, sometimes a distraction is a bad thing, but sometimes a distraction is an act of love that is simply just needed. I never argued, I relaxed against the muscled bulk behind me, feeling him throb inside me and knew that at least one person loved me. Did it bother me that I thought Snow was the only man who loved me? No. He was all I needed nowadays.