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trueltning_fury) wrote2009-01-28 02:21 am
trueltning_fury) wrote2009-01-28 02:21 am
ADULT log with Sigurd
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trueltning_fury and pirate_sigurd
When: the 25th, Geddoe's birthday
Where: their room
What: the obvious birthday present
Warnings: RATED M. Adult. PWP. You have been warned.
Geddoe was looking forward to the warmth of the room after a long, pleasant evening. Dinner, drinks, sitting with friends...and now he had the peace and quiet he was looking for, with his partner alone. "It's been ages since I marked the occasion," he noted as he closed the door behind them. "Not a bad way of doing so. Thanks."
"Well, I wanted it to be the way you'd like... I like to pretend I know you pretty well, after all," Sigurd chuckled as he sort of stumbled onto the bed, sprawling out and kicking off his boots.
"You know me better than most people," Geddoe assured, likewise removing his boots and his leather. "Wyatt and Kaiden are the only ones who can claim better, but that's a special case." He smiled vaguely for his relaxed-looking lover. "Don't worry. You couldn't do wrong, Sigurd. At my age, the years blend together anyway."
"Good... Seeing you happy was what mattered most, in the end," Sigurd responded with a soft look. He beckoned Geddoe forward with an idle finger. He got himself into a relaxed position, still wearing that smile. "I also made you a gift, but that can wait for a bit, I think."
"Oh?" Geddoe's brow twitched with amusement, and an unmistakeable smile curved his lips. He liked that look. "You have my complete attention, and then some," he murmured, prowling closer and easing onto the bed beside Sigurd.
"Well... I'm feeling a bit loose and giddy," he remarked, wrapping an arm about Geddoe and drawing him closer. He pressed several kisses along the other man's jaw, his breathing growing a bit stilted. "Perhaps a bit hot and bothered..."
Geddoe lowered his head and ran his lips across Sigurd's cheek in response. "Mm, well if you're hot, you should probably loosen that collar," he suggested idly, moving to do so himself.
"I think I could be burning up here... I might need to be rid of the rest of it," Sigurd laughed. Since when he had started talking like this? Well... in private, anyways, he felt liberty to do so. With Geddoe, he could talk like the sailor he was and not feel a fool.
Geddoe laughed richly, easing his hand down the front of Sigurd's coat to undo all the fastenings and peel it open. "Shameless," he accused, "wanton and impossible to resist." He kissed his lover deeply, exploring his mouth with practiced patience. This was his first chance in at least a week to indulge, after being away - he was going to make the most of it.
Sigurd sould feel the passion in Geddoe's motions and his kiss. It was enough to illicit a light moan from him as he eased off the coat, letting it stay where it fell. He wrapped his arms tightly around the other then, practically clawing at his shirt.
A similiar moan breathed out of Geddoe when he felt the eagerness in Sigurd's hands, but he proceeded at his own pace, slinking one arm beneath his neck and pressing the other hand to Sigurd's face, drawing him closer and deeper with gentle strokes along his earlobe and jawline to invite his kiss.
The kiss came, Sigurd's hunger reflected in it clearly. He was but a slave to Geddoe's steadyness, though. Each eager thought would sit in him and brew. It was frustrating and yet at the same time exhilerating. He loved the way the other man worked...
It didn't take long for Geddoe to get too warm for his own shirt, but he played a few more kisses across Sigurd's lips before drawing away and sitting up, lazily tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. He decided this time to remove his eyepatch before, rather than after - being around Sigurd made him comfortable with not wearing it, a change he was growing to accept. That done, he stretched himself out beside his lover again, smiling wolfishly.
Oh that smile. It said many things words could not. With a deft hand, he removed his own shirt. He'd gotten pretty good at unfastening the buttons with speed since being with Geddoe. It was one of those... neccesary talents. Once the shirt was tone with, he moved to begin admiring Geddoe's broad chest with his lips, tongue, and sometimes teeth.
Geddoe curled his arms around Sigurd's shoulders and raked his hands up through his hair, pulling him close and giving him all of himself to explore. The sensation of teeth made him nearly growl in pleasure, burying his face in Sigurd's short hair and breathing deeply of his scent.
Sigurd's hands moved lower, finding the fasten for Geddoe's trousers and going to work. He was so hungry, that he simply could not fight off his instincts any further. Slow as Geddoe liked to move, Sigurd was unable to keep himself held back...
Purring contentedly, Geddoe rolled onto his back and permitted it, stealing kisses when and where he could. He usually tended to take command, but he decided for once to surrender, to let Sigurd do as he pleased. The quiet haze of dinner and drinks was wearing off, and he was getting just as worked up, something Sigurd was probably going to discover rather quickly.
If not with his eyes, then certainly with his hand. Before he even began to pull away the clothing, he gripped the apparent arrousal tightly. He took his lips to Geddoe's earlobe as he did so, leaving hot breaths and light nibbles. Oh how he wanted the other, wanted him to call out his name. In a sense, it was still a gift... but it was an inherently selfish one.
The grasp made Geddoe's breath catch in his throat, and he couldn't help but murmur, "Sigurd..." His hands moved to the young pirate's shoulders, but he didn't guide or direct, merely held on. His head tilted to one side to leave his neck and ear open to all the lavish treatment.
Pulled free from the confines of the cloth, Sigurd began to manipulate Geddoe's length, his motion aggressive yet still very soft. He wanted to give the other man intense pleasure, not hurt him, after all.
Geddoe breathed in sharply, a light gasp, that turned into a low chuckle and a moan. Sigurd knew exactly how to touch him, and he liked the insistent pace. His own hands went roaming, combing through Sigurd's hair, running down his neck, splaying over his chest and seeking his nipples.
The wandering hands of Geddoe only fueled him, his hand moving even faster when he felt the touches about the more sensitive spots of his chest.
The way they fell into rhythm together was almost instinctual. The faster Sigurd worked, the more firmly Geddoe pressed, centering his fingertips on those spots and moving in time. He lifted his head and alternated kissing and nipping at Sigurd's throat, breathing hard in between them.
Sigurd could hardly take anymore. He needed to do something. He needed to hear Geddoe's voice in ecstasy. He moved his hand and fell to lay flat, turning his face upwards as he began to change the pleasure his fingers gave Geddoe to that his tongue and lips could provide. He moaned as he did so...needing no touch to feel pleasure here.
"Nngh..." Geddoe bit back his immediate reaction, but he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch, since Sigurd looked so happy, there, intent on what he was doing and even blushing a little. Geddoe's moans rumbled deep in his throat, like thunder.
How like the storm he was, indeed. Sigurd practically worshiped Geddoe's arousal, licking and kissing at every speck of flesh he could. Soon, he took a measure of it into his mouth and began to suckle strongly. Every bit of his mouth was put to work so that the other might feel the efforts.
Geddoe laid panting beneath Sigurd's efforts for a bit, the warm flush creeping down from his neck and filling his brawny body. When he could hardly stand it any longer, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, with some struggle, and bent his head over Sigurd. He ran his hands through the pirate's hair and growled, "I want you. I want all of you, lover."
Sigurd stopped with his mouth, pulling away. His hand still worked though, smearing what fluid he could all over Geddoe's length. He gave the other man a smile... "Then you shall have me. Any way you want," he responded, love and want in his words.
Geddoe grunted softly at the touch and the words together. "I don't care which way. Just..." He shifted to work his trousers down off his hips, trying to get them off. "You. You're all I want."
Sigurd grinned a lustful grin as he began to take off his own trousers. The main event... He would have to be particularly good for him tonight. It was part of his gift, after all. A day where he could truly forget the rest of the world...
Geddoe couldn't help but sit foward a little and watch with a leer of his own, his one good eye narrowed slyly. Sigurd was a fine specimen of manhood, to be enjoyed with the eye as much as with his hands and arms and lips. He gave another low growl of appreciation.
Now, fully naked to Geddoe and the world, Sigurd laid back with his legs spread just the slightest bit. One hand rested on his thight while the other held up the back of his head. With his body, he made a portrait for the other to be admired. He could see it in his lover's eyes...
"Mm..." Geddoe breathed his wordless appreciation, prowling over the top of him and kissing him roughly. "It's my turn, then, is it? You're so generous, Sigurd."
"Happy birthday, lover," Sigurd nearly purred in response, wraping his arms about the other's shoulders. "Don't hold back... this is all for you," he added, returning that kiss with passion and lust.
"Would you believe I've waited a hundred years to hear something like that?" Geddoe murmured back, though his tone was light and pleased. His age didn't bother him in the slightest - not in this mood. He ground down against Sigurd while they kissed, but there wasn't any reason to delay. Shortly after he was groping for the vial of oil he kept in a pouch hung on the bedpost - they required it that often.
Sigurd was already practically bracing himself in anticipation. He wanted nothing more than to be ravaged by Geddoe. The grinding, the kissing, everything was making the wait unbearable.
Geddoe made short work of the preparation, for it was a mere step on the journey tonight instead of half the foreplay. Necessary, though, especially if he wasn't going to hold back. He pushed Sigurd's knee gently out of the way to give himself room to position, lowering his head to kiss at the center of his chest. "Ready?" he murmured as he shifted into to place and pressed against Sigurd.
"Don't ask me twice," Sigurd responded with a smirk, letting out a strained breath.
Chuckling darkly, Geddoe gave him what his expression seemed to be asking for, entering him in one swift thrust forward. He paused there, since he didn't want Sigurd walking funny tomorrow, but lowered his head to give his partner a sultry one-eyed look before beginning his pace.
Sigurd gasped sharply and winced. Even after a year, he still hadn't quite gotten used to Geddoe's size within him. Part of him hoped he never would. It felt so wonderful and powerful. He craved more as the rhythm began.
Geddoe hooked one arm under Sigurd's knee and pushed him wider, tilting his hips back to receive. He started slow, but it wasn't long at all before he felt able to give his all, closing his good eye and plunging down on Sigurd with heavy grunts.
Sigurd let out a few deep moans as he was pierced. Geddoe had such a way with him. He could be gentle. He could be ravenous. He could be just about anything Sigurd wanted. But he especially liked it when he just did as he pleased. There was something satisfying about surrendering to him like this.
Abandoned to his pace, Geddoe bent forward to brace a hand on the bed, the other still curled around Sigurd's long leg. His strong back arched with each thrust, and he panted at the pace he set himself, his head bowed and his long hair hanging around his face. His eye drifted open so he could take in the sight of Sigurd beneath him, and his lips curved slightly in a hazy smile. For the moment, he gave the appearance of being able to keep up this pace all night...but he had other secret plans.
Sigurd's body was in heaven. The fire of pleasure wan over his entirety, and nothing could quench such a strong flame. He locked eyes with Geddoe, calling out his name in a strong moan as he could feel himself filled again and again. It was too much for real thoughts, he could only just be.
A shiver of thrill rippled up Geddoe's back at the way his name sounded on Sigurd's lips. He slowed for only a moment, resting back on his knees, in order to adjust and change his angle. With a growl he surged forward again, his motions shorter but aimed much more precisely.
Sigurd gasped sharply and loudly as their positions shifted. His entire back arched high off of the bed below, so fast that the sweat seemed to fly off in a mist. The intensity was just insane now, and he felt himself go nearly brain dead as Geddoe continued. His entire being was numbed with ecstasy.
Geddoe would have laughed at the reaction, if he wasn't so busy trying to keep pace and breathe. The tight grip of Sigurd's body was pushing him closer fast, but he needed more. He grabbed Sigurd's hips with both his large hands and went wild, thrusting hard and fast. He hissed "Sigurd..." in encouragement, unable to form words beyond that.
Sigurd cried out, unable to control himself. The build up was so fast, and he could feel the cresting wave rise and rise. It would not be long, but he held on for dear life. He held on for Geddoe... but he knew he couldn't last at this rate.
There wasn't much finesse left to it. Geddoe let go and thudded both hands onto the bed, using just his hips to bend Sigurd back and complete the race, his back and shoulders trembling with the strain and the force. He got as far as "Sig..." before the rest was drowned in a growl.
Sigurd's conciousness burst. There was a powerful flash, and then the flood came. The cooling water that rushed over the fire of his lust. He came with what sounded like a roar before collapsing to the bed in a panting mess of humanity.
Geddoe held himself pressed deep until his body emptied itself, and then collapsed down onto Sigurd, resting his forehead on his younger lover's chest while he caught his breath.
"That...," Sigurd started, his breath panting and heavy. "That...ahh...happy birthday...," he spoke in a senseless statement. Thinking was hard at that moment, he really shouldn't of even bothered trying to speak.
Chuckling, Geddoe dragged his lips across the sweaty chest and shook his head. "You don't have to," he panted. "Mm...just a minute." He was cooling down enough to pull out, but he didn't move much further, wrapping his arms around Sigurd's waist and pressing their sticky bodies together with his blind-side cheek on Sigurd's chest.
Sigurd let out a stilted sigh of contentment. He probably wouldn't be moving again for very long after a session like that. But boy, had he needed that... And of course he wanted to give Geddoe a good night's worth of love for his birthday, after all.
When he was able to breathe and think clearly again, Geddoe decided to remain right where he was, nuzzling Sigurd's chest and clutching him close. He loved the size and shape of his lover's body, really, and being this close was comfortable. "You are beautiful and amazing," he murmured after a bit. "Thank you, Sigurd."
trueltning_fury and pirate_sigurdWhen: the 25th, Geddoe's birthday
Where: their room
What: the obvious birthday present
Warnings: RATED M. Adult. PWP. You have been warned.
Geddoe was looking forward to the warmth of the room after a long, pleasant evening. Dinner, drinks, sitting with friends...and now he had the peace and quiet he was looking for, with his partner alone. "It's been ages since I marked the occasion," he noted as he closed the door behind them. "Not a bad way of doing so. Thanks."
"Well, I wanted it to be the way you'd like... I like to pretend I know you pretty well, after all," Sigurd chuckled as he sort of stumbled onto the bed, sprawling out and kicking off his boots.
"You know me better than most people," Geddoe assured, likewise removing his boots and his leather. "Wyatt and Kaiden are the only ones who can claim better, but that's a special case." He smiled vaguely for his relaxed-looking lover. "Don't worry. You couldn't do wrong, Sigurd. At my age, the years blend together anyway."
"Good... Seeing you happy was what mattered most, in the end," Sigurd responded with a soft look. He beckoned Geddoe forward with an idle finger. He got himself into a relaxed position, still wearing that smile. "I also made you a gift, but that can wait for a bit, I think."
"Oh?" Geddoe's brow twitched with amusement, and an unmistakeable smile curved his lips. He liked that look. "You have my complete attention, and then some," he murmured, prowling closer and easing onto the bed beside Sigurd.
"Well... I'm feeling a bit loose and giddy," he remarked, wrapping an arm about Geddoe and drawing him closer. He pressed several kisses along the other man's jaw, his breathing growing a bit stilted. "Perhaps a bit hot and bothered..."
Geddoe lowered his head and ran his lips across Sigurd's cheek in response. "Mm, well if you're hot, you should probably loosen that collar," he suggested idly, moving to do so himself.
"I think I could be burning up here... I might need to be rid of the rest of it," Sigurd laughed. Since when he had started talking like this? Well... in private, anyways, he felt liberty to do so. With Geddoe, he could talk like the sailor he was and not feel a fool.
Geddoe laughed richly, easing his hand down the front of Sigurd's coat to undo all the fastenings and peel it open. "Shameless," he accused, "wanton and impossible to resist." He kissed his lover deeply, exploring his mouth with practiced patience. This was his first chance in at least a week to indulge, after being away - he was going to make the most of it.
Sigurd sould feel the passion in Geddoe's motions and his kiss. It was enough to illicit a light moan from him as he eased off the coat, letting it stay where it fell. He wrapped his arms tightly around the other then, practically clawing at his shirt.
A similiar moan breathed out of Geddoe when he felt the eagerness in Sigurd's hands, but he proceeded at his own pace, slinking one arm beneath his neck and pressing the other hand to Sigurd's face, drawing him closer and deeper with gentle strokes along his earlobe and jawline to invite his kiss.
The kiss came, Sigurd's hunger reflected in it clearly. He was but a slave to Geddoe's steadyness, though. Each eager thought would sit in him and brew. It was frustrating and yet at the same time exhilerating. He loved the way the other man worked...
It didn't take long for Geddoe to get too warm for his own shirt, but he played a few more kisses across Sigurd's lips before drawing away and sitting up, lazily tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. He decided this time to remove his eyepatch before, rather than after - being around Sigurd made him comfortable with not wearing it, a change he was growing to accept. That done, he stretched himself out beside his lover again, smiling wolfishly.
Oh that smile. It said many things words could not. With a deft hand, he removed his own shirt. He'd gotten pretty good at unfastening the buttons with speed since being with Geddoe. It was one of those... neccesary talents. Once the shirt was tone with, he moved to begin admiring Geddoe's broad chest with his lips, tongue, and sometimes teeth.
Geddoe curled his arms around Sigurd's shoulders and raked his hands up through his hair, pulling him close and giving him all of himself to explore. The sensation of teeth made him nearly growl in pleasure, burying his face in Sigurd's short hair and breathing deeply of his scent.
Sigurd's hands moved lower, finding the fasten for Geddoe's trousers and going to work. He was so hungry, that he simply could not fight off his instincts any further. Slow as Geddoe liked to move, Sigurd was unable to keep himself held back...
Purring contentedly, Geddoe rolled onto his back and permitted it, stealing kisses when and where he could. He usually tended to take command, but he decided for once to surrender, to let Sigurd do as he pleased. The quiet haze of dinner and drinks was wearing off, and he was getting just as worked up, something Sigurd was probably going to discover rather quickly.
If not with his eyes, then certainly with his hand. Before he even began to pull away the clothing, he gripped the apparent arrousal tightly. He took his lips to Geddoe's earlobe as he did so, leaving hot breaths and light nibbles. Oh how he wanted the other, wanted him to call out his name. In a sense, it was still a gift... but it was an inherently selfish one.
The grasp made Geddoe's breath catch in his throat, and he couldn't help but murmur, "Sigurd..." His hands moved to the young pirate's shoulders, but he didn't guide or direct, merely held on. His head tilted to one side to leave his neck and ear open to all the lavish treatment.
Pulled free from the confines of the cloth, Sigurd began to manipulate Geddoe's length, his motion aggressive yet still very soft. He wanted to give the other man intense pleasure, not hurt him, after all.
Geddoe breathed in sharply, a light gasp, that turned into a low chuckle and a moan. Sigurd knew exactly how to touch him, and he liked the insistent pace. His own hands went roaming, combing through Sigurd's hair, running down his neck, splaying over his chest and seeking his nipples.
The wandering hands of Geddoe only fueled him, his hand moving even faster when he felt the touches about the more sensitive spots of his chest.
The way they fell into rhythm together was almost instinctual. The faster Sigurd worked, the more firmly Geddoe pressed, centering his fingertips on those spots and moving in time. He lifted his head and alternated kissing and nipping at Sigurd's throat, breathing hard in between them.
Sigurd could hardly take anymore. He needed to do something. He needed to hear Geddoe's voice in ecstasy. He moved his hand and fell to lay flat, turning his face upwards as he began to change the pleasure his fingers gave Geddoe to that his tongue and lips could provide. He moaned as he did so...needing no touch to feel pleasure here.
"Nngh..." Geddoe bit back his immediate reaction, but he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch, since Sigurd looked so happy, there, intent on what he was doing and even blushing a little. Geddoe's moans rumbled deep in his throat, like thunder.
How like the storm he was, indeed. Sigurd practically worshiped Geddoe's arousal, licking and kissing at every speck of flesh he could. Soon, he took a measure of it into his mouth and began to suckle strongly. Every bit of his mouth was put to work so that the other might feel the efforts.
Geddoe laid panting beneath Sigurd's efforts for a bit, the warm flush creeping down from his neck and filling his brawny body. When he could hardly stand it any longer, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, with some struggle, and bent his head over Sigurd. He ran his hands through the pirate's hair and growled, "I want you. I want all of you, lover."
Sigurd stopped with his mouth, pulling away. His hand still worked though, smearing what fluid he could all over Geddoe's length. He gave the other man a smile... "Then you shall have me. Any way you want," he responded, love and want in his words.
Geddoe grunted softly at the touch and the words together. "I don't care which way. Just..." He shifted to work his trousers down off his hips, trying to get them off. "You. You're all I want."
Sigurd grinned a lustful grin as he began to take off his own trousers. The main event... He would have to be particularly good for him tonight. It was part of his gift, after all. A day where he could truly forget the rest of the world...
Geddoe couldn't help but sit foward a little and watch with a leer of his own, his one good eye narrowed slyly. Sigurd was a fine specimen of manhood, to be enjoyed with the eye as much as with his hands and arms and lips. He gave another low growl of appreciation.
Now, fully naked to Geddoe and the world, Sigurd laid back with his legs spread just the slightest bit. One hand rested on his thight while the other held up the back of his head. With his body, he made a portrait for the other to be admired. He could see it in his lover's eyes...
"Mm..." Geddoe breathed his wordless appreciation, prowling over the top of him and kissing him roughly. "It's my turn, then, is it? You're so generous, Sigurd."
"Happy birthday, lover," Sigurd nearly purred in response, wraping his arms about the other's shoulders. "Don't hold back... this is all for you," he added, returning that kiss with passion and lust.
"Would you believe I've waited a hundred years to hear something like that?" Geddoe murmured back, though his tone was light and pleased. His age didn't bother him in the slightest - not in this mood. He ground down against Sigurd while they kissed, but there wasn't any reason to delay. Shortly after he was groping for the vial of oil he kept in a pouch hung on the bedpost - they required it that often.
Sigurd was already practically bracing himself in anticipation. He wanted nothing more than to be ravaged by Geddoe. The grinding, the kissing, everything was making the wait unbearable.
Geddoe made short work of the preparation, for it was a mere step on the journey tonight instead of half the foreplay. Necessary, though, especially if he wasn't going to hold back. He pushed Sigurd's knee gently out of the way to give himself room to position, lowering his head to kiss at the center of his chest. "Ready?" he murmured as he shifted into to place and pressed against Sigurd.
"Don't ask me twice," Sigurd responded with a smirk, letting out a strained breath.
Chuckling darkly, Geddoe gave him what his expression seemed to be asking for, entering him in one swift thrust forward. He paused there, since he didn't want Sigurd walking funny tomorrow, but lowered his head to give his partner a sultry one-eyed look before beginning his pace.
Sigurd gasped sharply and winced. Even after a year, he still hadn't quite gotten used to Geddoe's size within him. Part of him hoped he never would. It felt so wonderful and powerful. He craved more as the rhythm began.
Geddoe hooked one arm under Sigurd's knee and pushed him wider, tilting his hips back to receive. He started slow, but it wasn't long at all before he felt able to give his all, closing his good eye and plunging down on Sigurd with heavy grunts.
Sigurd let out a few deep moans as he was pierced. Geddoe had such a way with him. He could be gentle. He could be ravenous. He could be just about anything Sigurd wanted. But he especially liked it when he just did as he pleased. There was something satisfying about surrendering to him like this.
Abandoned to his pace, Geddoe bent forward to brace a hand on the bed, the other still curled around Sigurd's long leg. His strong back arched with each thrust, and he panted at the pace he set himself, his head bowed and his long hair hanging around his face. His eye drifted open so he could take in the sight of Sigurd beneath him, and his lips curved slightly in a hazy smile. For the moment, he gave the appearance of being able to keep up this pace all night...but he had other secret plans.
Sigurd's body was in heaven. The fire of pleasure wan over his entirety, and nothing could quench such a strong flame. He locked eyes with Geddoe, calling out his name in a strong moan as he could feel himself filled again and again. It was too much for real thoughts, he could only just be.
A shiver of thrill rippled up Geddoe's back at the way his name sounded on Sigurd's lips. He slowed for only a moment, resting back on his knees, in order to adjust and change his angle. With a growl he surged forward again, his motions shorter but aimed much more precisely.
Sigurd gasped sharply and loudly as their positions shifted. His entire back arched high off of the bed below, so fast that the sweat seemed to fly off in a mist. The intensity was just insane now, and he felt himself go nearly brain dead as Geddoe continued. His entire being was numbed with ecstasy.
Geddoe would have laughed at the reaction, if he wasn't so busy trying to keep pace and breathe. The tight grip of Sigurd's body was pushing him closer fast, but he needed more. He grabbed Sigurd's hips with both his large hands and went wild, thrusting hard and fast. He hissed "Sigurd..." in encouragement, unable to form words beyond that.
Sigurd cried out, unable to control himself. The build up was so fast, and he could feel the cresting wave rise and rise. It would not be long, but he held on for dear life. He held on for Geddoe... but he knew he couldn't last at this rate.
There wasn't much finesse left to it. Geddoe let go and thudded both hands onto the bed, using just his hips to bend Sigurd back and complete the race, his back and shoulders trembling with the strain and the force. He got as far as "Sig..." before the rest was drowned in a growl.
Sigurd's conciousness burst. There was a powerful flash, and then the flood came. The cooling water that rushed over the fire of his lust. He came with what sounded like a roar before collapsing to the bed in a panting mess of humanity.
Geddoe held himself pressed deep until his body emptied itself, and then collapsed down onto Sigurd, resting his forehead on his younger lover's chest while he caught his breath.
"That...," Sigurd started, his breath panting and heavy. "That...ahh...happy birthday...," he spoke in a senseless statement. Thinking was hard at that moment, he really shouldn't of even bothered trying to speak.
Chuckling, Geddoe dragged his lips across the sweaty chest and shook his head. "You don't have to," he panted. "Mm...just a minute." He was cooling down enough to pull out, but he didn't move much further, wrapping his arms around Sigurd's waist and pressing their sticky bodies together with his blind-side cheek on Sigurd's chest.
Sigurd let out a stilted sigh of contentment. He probably wouldn't be moving again for very long after a session like that. But boy, had he needed that... And of course he wanted to give Geddoe a good night's worth of love for his birthday, after all.
When he was able to breathe and think clearly again, Geddoe decided to remain right where he was, nuzzling Sigurd's chest and clutching him close. He loved the size and shape of his lover's body, really, and being this close was comfortable. "You are beautiful and amazing," he murmured after a bit. "Thank you, Sigurd."