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Post by [x] Sweden on May 18, 2012 15:33:20 GMT -5
The responses he was pulling from his lover's body were completely entrancing to Berwald; he watched Tino, mesmerized, as he moaned out his pleasure. It was so beautiful to see him like this - a mess of sensation and emotion at the mercy of his hands.
Hearing his own name cried out by Tino made his heart flutter with a hint of sheepish pride, and, the faintest hint of a fleeting smile on his relaxed face, Berwald tilted his head to gaze down at the slighter man's trembling body and fluttering eyes. It was the most lovely sight he could imagine, and he felt incredibly blessed that he was able to witness it, especially after the confusion and pain of their separation.
"Beaut'f'l," he murmured into Tino's ear, before taking a moment to lick and nip at his neck. His hand, teasingly light, stroked at Tino's erection as he tried to press more against his hand. It made Berwald glad to see his lover so eager, and, though he was more than ready to join their bodies together, sparking pleasure of the best kind within both of them, he wanted to savor these moments where Tino filled up his awareness and all of his senses.
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Post by [x] Finland on May 18, 2012 18:03:31 GMT -5
"Beaut'f'l" Berwald murmured, and Tino shivered slightly at the breath against his skin before the other started to lick and kiss at his neck. He couldn't stifle a small moan, and he tangled his hands in the other man's choppy, soft blonde hair and held him to his neck for more. He cried out needily when the other stroked him, too lightly, and he tried to grind against the hand even more now.
"Berwald please-" He almost sobbed, out of pleasure and frustration and overwhelming need. "Please."
He wasn't even sure what he was asking for specifically- all he knew was that he wanted more of Berwald, and he felt like he would lose his mind if that more didn't come soon. He continued to press against him, soft pants and cries escaping his lips.
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 22, 2012 12:52:33 GMT -5
Berwald hummed against Tino's neck at the feeling of the other man's hands tangling into his hair, the touches sending tingles of heady pleasure shooting down his spine. Letting his eyes fall shut, he paused momentarily in his ministrations, enjoying the sensation of fingers twined into his hair and basking in the sound of Tino's pleading cries. He loved making Tino want him - making Tino need him. He loved seeing him flushed and frustrated and craving more - but he couldn't very well hold out on his lover much longer when he asked him like that.
Tightening his grip, he continued stroking Tino, less gently now - his free hand came up to cradle Tino’s face, a couple of the fingers trailing over to his mouth to be sucked. He had never been very good at denying his lover what he wanted, particularly when he was pressed up against his body, losing his composure to needy cries.
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Post by [x] Finland on May 24, 2012 17:01:17 GMT -5
Tino couldn't hold back another cry when Berwald stroked him harder now, and he let his head fall limp against the man's hand as it held his face. He could feel fingers at his mouth and he opened his lips, letting the digits inside and starting to work his tongue around them between hard sucks, moaning onto them as he did. He tasted salty like skin tasted, but there was a sort of heavy sweetness to his lover that was so exclusively his, and it was intoxicating.
He stole a look at his lover, handsome and wonderful and perfect for him as always, and moaned at the thought of the man taking him- he teased the fingers with his tongue now, trying to further tempt him.
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