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His dreams that night had been speckled with perversion. How could he help that? It was not like he was a stranger to giving into his baser instincts on such things. There had never been taboos or limits placed on sex in his youth and he had never felt ashamed of those curious explorations. Many of them happened in dreams with the creature that lay sprawled on the bed with her. He had a very good idea of what she was experiencing and perhaps he was a bit jealous. There was really nothing wrong with that feeling either, it was natural he felt, In this case anyway.
He felt someone lay next to him, the masculine arm that draped over him told him who it was. "Did it work?" He mumbled. "She sleeps in peace, for the time being, but that will not work again." He kissed along Minogos´ shoulder, leaving behind a tingling trail of heat before he moaned against his ear.
Minogos felt the reason Drannor was being so forward against his backside and sighed, "dream sex still doesn't satisfy you?" Drannor pulled his lips away and smirked, "no."
"Just like old times," Minogos yawned now. "You did not complain back then," Drannor said a bit indignantly. "I was not complaining now." Minogos grinned a bit as he shifted to his back, his hand slides up over Drannor's broad chest, his fingers gliding over the flesh of Drannor's neck until his fingers were slipping into the silken texture of flame colored hair. Those wicked lips pulled down to his own for a slow seductive kiss.
There was no need for the tenderness that was passed between them at that moment. Yet it was there. This moment of them together like this, the first after more then an age. Much to Minogos' distain he was finding Drannor still had the ability to arouse that hungry fire within him and he wanted him beyond control.
He moved with a grace that was cat like. How he now hovered over Minogos with on hand pressed down beside his head. His lavender eyes looking into eyes of gold. Ones he had actually missed if he was honest with himself. The tips of powerful fingers trailed down over his chest and then the muscles of his belly. Golden eyes holding sway over him as masculine lips pressed to his own. That delightful touch passed lower over his abdomen and his body began to react on it's own.
The way Minogos pressed against him made him smile into the kiss his hand suddenly shot down between his thighs and strong fingers curled around rather sensitive bits making this exquisite creature under him jump and tremble. He no longer had to be gentle like he was forced to be within the pixies dream. No this was real and this was perhaps his favorite lover. His lips lifted from the slightly swollen lips of Minogos and he smiled almost sweetly to him.
"I think gentleness would be wasted upon you tonight." He purred softly against those plump lips. Half lidded purple eyes suddenly opened widely and his spine arched. His reaction made Drannor smile as he watched every emotion play out in those beautiful eyes first shock then pleasure and finally surrender. "That's it." He whispered and brushed a kiss over Minogos' lips. "Just let go, let me take care of you."
Drannor knew just how to get into that part of him. Of course he did, he had discovered this side of himself with Drannor. His muscled thighs parted and welcomed the heat of his lover between them. His seductive words echoed in the haze of his mind. He was like a drug, Minogos had likened the experience to fine opium and he becomes utterly helpless to the sensations of pleasure that rushed through his body.
He was in this dreamy state as little flashes of heat began to move lower over his flesh. Drannor placing kisses down over sensitive nipples then made his belly quiver under the merest touch of his lips. His flesh was rigid and throbbing and now engulfed in this delicious heat. He had little control as his body responded how it wished. His spine arched his head pressing to the cushions. Even is toes curled and he could not fight it now for one second could he deny himself the that rise in pleasure, that heat that rises from his loins to the top of his head. The way each muscle contracts and trembles with it. All consuming ecstasy and for a moment he swam within it.
Then just as he began to believe he would return to the world his body was begin invaded by thick fingers that immediately pressed to that space within him and he was sent sky rocketing back into the throes of pleasure. He had not even realized he had begun to moan and cry like a whore. Strong lips silencing them before fingers were replaced with something much larger. There was no pain just lust and greedy need.
Drannor watched as his lover nearly came undone, this brought a cruel grin to his lips, a powerful hand reached out and curled into the long thick dark mane of Minogos and he pulled him up forcing him to straddle his thighs and slide down the the thick rod that was planted firmly inside him. His head back with his heated cries before Minogos' lips were drawn back against his own.
His hips thrust up making the moaning dancer bounce and cry out breaking the kiss that was quickly replaced with another. He moaned into that kiss. His hips beginning to roll as he began to take pleasure of his own volition. Drannor leaned back against his hands and just watched this beautiful demon dance over his lap. He could fight the growing pleasure if he wanted but did he want to? Now really. Not when he knew he could have his lover as many times as he desired that night and his desire was building.
He was over come with a brutal need and his arms wrapped around Minogos and he pushed his back down into the cushions. Drannor growled and bit down on the broad muscled shoulder of Minogos. His nails digging into the soft flesh of his ass. His thrusts becoming near violent and he felt the warmth of Minogos' orgasm across his chest. Then his own erupted deep within the tight grip of his lover. He growled and bit down again into the grey flesh once again. They both tremble and twitch before Drannor's lips find Minogos' once more. There was still many hours before the dawn and He planned to spend everyone single minute of them in these arms he had missed for over an age.