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apocalypsosTitle: curves and lines and sunshine
Fandom: Verbotene Liebe
Pairing: Christian/Oliver
Rating: NC-17
Sometimes Olli curses and tosses the sheets to the floor, throws the bedding aside and flings that stupid comforter across the room as far as he can manage. He waited for Christian, waited so damn long, and he's going to enjoy every moment he can taking him in, memorizing every tanned perfect inch of him.
Christian's long since gotten over any nervousness or anxiety he might have felt in the past about liking men, about wanting Olli the way he does. When Olli practically strips the bed Christian always grins because he knows what's coming next, the hungry look in Olli's eyes as he leaves a trail of playful nips down Christian's broad chest. Christian likes to bite, savors being bitten. His skin's seen the sharp indentation of Olli's teeth before, a quick hard snap on Christian's earlobe, long slow nibbles on his collarbones like Olli's eating him alive.
He keens like this every single time, makes that fucking wonderful sound every time Olli scores his teeth over Christian's sensitive flesh.
Christian's knees fall easily to the side as Olli settles between them, welcoming him to get comfortable, to keep laving at Christian's hipbones as if they're carved out of the finest chocolate or something. Christian's fingers weave through Olli's dark hair, grabs as best he can and hell, Olli hasn't even reached his cock yet. He can feel it, though, couldn't miss the unbearable heat of it or the wet streak it leaves as it bumps against his skin.
When his lips slide over the velvet-tight skin Christian trembles beneath him, clutches onto Olli as if he would even think of leaving right now. Olli probably wouldn't even leave if the building were on fire right now, too busy dying happy with his hands on Christian and his mouth on Christian's demanding cock and Christian murmuring delirious nonsense words in a steady unintelligible stream.
He tilts Christian's legs just so, Christian's mournful groan as Olli pulls his mouth away from his cock almost loud enough to be embarrassing, then dives back in, tongue sweeping along the lines and curves of Christian, further back, further.
Christian gets louder then, just for a moment, looks like he can't decide whether to be mad or shocked or just fall apart from the insistent pressure of Olli's tongue in a place Olli certainly hadn't warned him about. Olli's hand slides down to encircle Christian's cock, that tight slow jerk like he likes. Olli knows this, knows everything, learned everything about Christian in one heated angry kiss and still manages to find out something new about him every day.
And Christian tumbles then, falls over the edges and comes hard like he's dying from it. Olli moves up his body in the aftermath, not giving a fuck about the mess, latches onto his mouth and tastes of him.
Christian tightens his legs around his hips, a sure needy grip, and holds on for the ride.
Fandom: Verbotene Liebe
Pairing: Christian/Oliver
Rating: NC-17
Sometimes Olli curses and tosses the sheets to the floor, throws the bedding aside and flings that stupid comforter across the room as far as he can manage. He waited for Christian, waited so damn long, and he's going to enjoy every moment he can taking him in, memorizing every tanned perfect inch of him.
Christian's long since gotten over any nervousness or anxiety he might have felt in the past about liking men, about wanting Olli the way he does. When Olli practically strips the bed Christian always grins because he knows what's coming next, the hungry look in Olli's eyes as he leaves a trail of playful nips down Christian's broad chest. Christian likes to bite, savors being bitten. His skin's seen the sharp indentation of Olli's teeth before, a quick hard snap on Christian's earlobe, long slow nibbles on his collarbones like Olli's eating him alive.
He keens like this every single time, makes that fucking wonderful sound every time Olli scores his teeth over Christian's sensitive flesh.
Christian's knees fall easily to the side as Olli settles between them, welcoming him to get comfortable, to keep laving at Christian's hipbones as if they're carved out of the finest chocolate or something. Christian's fingers weave through Olli's dark hair, grabs as best he can and hell, Olli hasn't even reached his cock yet. He can feel it, though, couldn't miss the unbearable heat of it or the wet streak it leaves as it bumps against his skin.
When his lips slide over the velvet-tight skin Christian trembles beneath him, clutches onto Olli as if he would even think of leaving right now. Olli probably wouldn't even leave if the building were on fire right now, too busy dying happy with his hands on Christian and his mouth on Christian's demanding cock and Christian murmuring delirious nonsense words in a steady unintelligible stream.
He tilts Christian's legs just so, Christian's mournful groan as Olli pulls his mouth away from his cock almost loud enough to be embarrassing, then dives back in, tongue sweeping along the lines and curves of Christian, further back, further.
Christian gets louder then, just for a moment, looks like he can't decide whether to be mad or shocked or just fall apart from the insistent pressure of Olli's tongue in a place Olli certainly hadn't warned him about. Olli's hand slides down to encircle Christian's cock, that tight slow jerk like he likes. Olli knows this, knows everything, learned everything about Christian in one heated angry kiss and still manages to find out something new about him every day.
And Christian tumbles then, falls over the edges and comes hard like he's dying from it. Olli moves up his body in the aftermath, not giving a fuck about the mess, latches onto his mouth and tastes of him.
Christian tightens his legs around his hips, a sure needy grip, and holds on for the ride.
