Transcript 6: Ayanee Continuity: Sorcerer Hunters
Players: Midgar and Tenshi
Pairing: Mirufi Yu/Marron Glace
Warning: graphic male/male consentual, implied brothercon, alternate universe

Mirufi furrows his brows slightly, his gaze seeming to stray past Marron as he reviews quietly. "So... On your way out this morning... He and Gateau are probably setting up the tables for breakfast... Shouldn't be too hard to catch him... And instead of the usual casual good morning kiss, you step in close and touch his chest and whisper something sweet..."
Mirufi’s hand ventures down over Marron's nipple again, this time pressing against it lightly, as he leans up against his ear and murmurs, "You look so lovely this morning... I can hardly wait to see you tonight..."
Marron 's brows draw together as his lips part in a sharp, ragged gasp, his spine arching slightly to press his chest more firmly against Mirufi's palm as his hand darts up to catch Mirufi's elbow, his eyes still closed.
Mirufi blinks slightly, his eyes widening a bit. "Hmm?" he murmurs, his lips still dangerously close to Marron's ear.
Marron’s chest heaves beneath Mirufi's hand, his grip on Mirufi's elbow light and firm as he murmurs his name quietly, his voice slightly husky and smooth as silk on skin before tightening his grip on Mirufi's arm, moving it, making his palm drag against him lightly as he gasps again, and then moans, very low and quiet, in the back of his throat.
Mirufi whispers, "Oh..." softly, marking his comprehension at the texture under his palm, his other hand drifting up to brush Marron's hair back from his ear before nibbling at it lightly, tentatively, maintaining the friction against his chest.
Marron begins to breathe more shallowly, almost panting, his free hand curling into a fist as his opposite hand remains at Mirufi's elbow, slender fingers arching slightly, as if to drive his nails into Mirufi's elbow.
Mirufi trails the path of his lips and teeth down slowly against Marron's jaw to his neck, nuzzling past the fabric of his collar to lap lightly at the ivory skin beneath.
Marron tilts his head back slowly, very slowly, baring more of his throat to Mirufi's attentions as he shifts his hand from its position on Mirufi's elbow, his fingertips ghosting tentatively over Mirufi's chest before he begins to run his hand up and down his side, lightly.
Mirufi mumbles "Buttons?" indistinctly, as the path of his mouth becomes impaired slightly by Marron's shirt, his soft, dark violet curls ghosting against his cheek.
Marron uses his free hand to swiftly flick open the few, simply bits of cloth looped around small knots to keep the front of the shirt closed, his nipples tensing instantly against the influx of cooler air, a tremble racing through him.
Mirufi nudges his collar back further until it drops over his shoulder and hangs from his elbow, nibbling hungrily at his soft shoulder, marveling privately at the warm, statuesque perfection of his smooth skin.
Marron slips his arm loosely around Mirufi's waist, swaying closer to him, turning his head to brush his cheek against Mirufi's soft hair as he buries the fingers of his opposite hand in his silken violet tresses.
Mirufi’s fingertips seek out and slowly rediscover Marron's piercing, exploring it as thoroughly as his tongue glides over his collarbone.
Marron gasps, and then gasps again, a noise somewhat resembling a whimper rising from his throat before his grip around his waist suddenly tightens, pressing him firmly against Marron's body as his hand flits from his hair to find his jaw, a single shuffling step all that is required to bring Mirufi against the bed as Marron's hand forces his head upward so that Marron's lips can find Mirufi's, his tongue plunging into his mouth aggressively.
Mirufi’s eyes widen in surprise, and then sink smugly closed as his other hand tangles in Marron's hair, his lips responding to the kiss with unhurried pliancy.
Marron 's kiss grows softer, sweeter, yielding slightly to Mirufi, and then growing aggressive again, letting the 'lead' flux back and forth between them like a seismic wave... the movements of his lips and tongue are so similar to his brother's that it becomes evident who he first learned this particular technique from...
Mirufi’s brows furrow slightly in contemplation, and then relax once again, his hips seeking Marron's and grinding into them experimentally.
Marron gasps against his lips, and then responds in kind, tangling his fingers in his hair again.
Mirufi moans softly against Marron's lips, his eyes opening slightly to gaze at his beautiful features before slipping closed again as his fingers tug Marron's nipple.
Marron makes soft, breathlessly pleading noises against Mirufi's lips as his hands claw lightly at his shoulders, his hips rocking forward a bit strongly, the heat of his desire radiating through the thin fabric of his clothing.
Mirufi continues to rock upward against Marron while tugging lightly at his own loose clothes... His robe-style silk shirt falls away quickly, allowing his smooth chest to press warmly against Marron's.
Marron kisses him hotly, pressing against him more tightly as his hands explore Mirufi's back and sides, questing over his skin questioningly, his mage-nimble fingers smooth and soft and feather-light.
Mirufi tugs at Marron's shirt after deftly displacing his own, sliding his hands under the white fabric and over his soft skin, caressing his sides and back in broad swaths and finally splaying his fingers across Marron's shoulder blade and the base of his spine at once.
Marron breaks the kiss softly, lifting his hands to run his fingers through Mirufi's hair as he lets his lips touch Mirufi's in a series of softer, slower kisses, before he murmurs his name against his mouth questioningly, as if unsure of what to do next.
Mirufi murmurs his name in a quiet, nearly bemused questioning voice, his lashes drifting half open to gaze at his face.
Marron opens his eyes, his skin faintly flushed with desire, the tinge in his cheeks only enhancing the ivory perfection of his skin, so dramatic against his glossy black hair and golden eyes with their frames of inky eyelashes. He gazes at Mirufi uncertainly, for the most part ignoring the voice of Reason that begins to scream in the back of his skull.
Mirufi caresses his cheek and smiles up at him affectionately. "We can do whatever you like, Marron-chan, and not do whatever you don't want... Don't let me influence you too much...”
Marron closes his eyes again, biting his lip. "I.... I don't know..."
Mirufi makes a soft noise of comprehension, continuing to slowly stroke his fingers through his hair and smile up at him quietly.
Marron laughs a little nervously. "I never thought about this before..."
Mirufi says, "About what? Me?"
Marron nods slowly. "Yes..."
Mirufi laughs softly. "I see..."
Marron blushes, averting his eyes. "I... um... looked at you but I didn't really think...about anything...."
Mirufi laughs softly again, not unkindly, his own pale amber eyes gazing past Marron's thick lashes to look at his shy expression. "All guys have the same equipment, Marron-chan," he reminds him quietly, with a light giggle.
Marron blushes even more, beginning to draw away from him slightly as he stammers.
Mirufi makes no move to pull him back or even hold him steady, only smiling at him softly.
Marron lifts his gaze to meet Mirufi's suddenly, still flushing, but rather surprisingly bold. "I only looked at you with your clothes on, Mirufi. Did you look at me with mine off?"
Mirufi raises his brow, grinning a bit more. "No... But I'd like to. And I'll take mine off at the same time, if it would make you more comfortable."
Marron lofts a brow at him in return, whispering, "You don't have to."
Mirufi’s smile softens once more. "I will, though, if you like."
Marron shakes his head, lowering his eyes, shifting backward away from him a step, leaving his shoes behind, his shirt still hanging off of one shoulder, his hand gliding over the fabric that remains partially covering his chest.
Marron slowly begins to pull it off, letting his hair spill over his shoulders and down his chest in curtains of silk, running his fingers through it slowly, over his skin, gently attempting to tuck a few of the unruly locks behind his ear before lowering his hands to draw his trousers downward with the same deliberation... not just taking his clothes off, but stripping.
Mirufi manages, with supreme restraint, not to leer at Marron the way he customarily does at Carrot, but keeps his desire plain in his eyes, his posture unthreatening... Lying back on the edge of the bed, propped up to see on his elbows.
Marron slips out of his clothing, leaving it in neat piles on the floor, running his hands over his body, using his slender splayed fingers to draw Mirufi's attention to where he wants it... his lean, white thigh, his chest, his stomach and the muscles defined faintly against his skin, his erection, and the down between his thighs.
Marron lets his hair caress over his skin, his body as physically different from his brother's as moonlight to sunlight, longer, leaner, paler, smoother, softer, younger, and more graceful.
Mirufi tilts his head faintly to the side, not critically comparing or contrasting the two boys in his head at all, admiring Marron as uniquely different from his older brother... Although certain tiny similarities can't help but stand out in his mind....
Mirufi notes in Marron the same innocent hint of a swagger hidden behind their shyness, the high sense of masculine self awareness, and the one almost alarming difference that nearly draws Mirufi's lip between his teeth... The way Marron's movements accentuate his knowledge of his own beauty, whereas Carrot's hesitations display his wretched self-doubt...
Marron brushes his hair back over his shoulder as he steps closer to Mirufi, regarding him with a warm curiosity. "Are you going to...?"
Mirufi chuckles quietly. "I said that I would, did I not?" he murmurs, rising slowly to his feet, his own body having the same natural grace as Marron's, though his flows even more smoothly, liquid from practice and the steadiness of being post-adolescent.
Marron watches him, his gaze heated, curious, biting his lip and feeling sixteen again. His attractions to beautiful men, the only people he'd ever felt any kind of interest for out of all those who might proposition him... Mirufi, Menkari, Shinji, Nuriko, Koi, and now Mirufi again... a profound, almost religious-seeming experience, being with Mirufi this way, the first person he ever felt a strong attraction for...
Mirufi’s loose pants seem to melt away from his vaguely gold-toned angular hips and surprisingly cut stomach, sex completely rigid and mildly impatient-looking, the darkest violet curls at its base; much thicker and curlier than Marron's, but still soft-looking, framed by his muscled, slender thighs.
Mirufi rests his knuckles on his hip casually, his other hand drifting up from his stomach to his shoulder, resting in front of it languidly, his form still perfectly lovely, but much less androgynous unclothed. "So... What you expected, or...?" he murmurs softly, bemused.
Marron blushes deeply as he gazes at him, folding his hands against his stomach and breathing a bit harder, suddenly rather intensely aware of Mirufi's maturity. "I...."
Mirufi tilts his head slightly, smiling a bit more distinctly.
Marron blushes more at Mirufi's scrutiny, swallowing thickly and looking away from him. "Um..."
Mirufi murmurs his name softly, stepping a bit closer and reaching up to cup his cheek. "Marron-chan... This is utterly unpressured, all right? I wouldn't push you into anything you weren't completely sure of yourself in doing..."
Marron lifts his gaze to meet Mirufi's blinking. "I know, I just...um..." He glances down at him again, blushing even more deeply.
Mirufi laughs softly, raising his fingers into Marron's hair. "You're so pretty when you blush like that..."
Marron offers a tremulous smile, reaching out to brush his fingertips over Mirufi's sides, his touch exploring his skin. "Do you... um... want me?" he asks, his voice soft and tremulous.
Mirufi purrs faintly in response, nuzzling Marron's bangs. "Oh, definitely yes."
Marron lowers his gaze again, his touch drifting slowly over Mirufi's skin, exploring it, the thought that his brother touched Mirufi's skin, and that Mirufi's sex had been in his brother where he wanted it now in him sending a strange jolt of heat through his stomach.
Mirufi trails his own fingers slowly through Marron's hair, over his shoulder, caressing his biceps lightly, avoiding his nipples to brush against his ribs, following his hands with his eyes.
Marron whispers, "Do you... um... am I...?" He trails off uncertainly, smiling a bit at himself... acting like he's never been with a man before....
Mirufi laughs quietly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek softly, his arms slowly slipping around Marron's waist, drawing him close before bringing his hand up to guide Marron's chin and hovering just short of kissing his lips as he murmurs, "Beautiful, Marron-chan? Yes. Very, very beautiful, and desirable... Mmm... I want you." He purrs the last words right against Marron's lips before kissing him aggressively, holding him close.
Marron shivers, arching against him as he wraps his arms around him and skates his nails over Mirufi's back, returning the kiss with equal aggression before relaxing, opening his mouth further, yielding sweetly, and his hips rocking lightly forward.
Mirufi slides against him slowly as he turns them, as though he were leading a dance, pressing slowly forward until Marron's calves rest against the edge of the bed, his hand slowly dropping down from his waist to cup under his rear slightly, rocking his sex directly against Marron's.
Marron nearly stumbles backward, clinging to Mirufi tightly as he thrusts against him gently in return, breathing hotly against his mouth as his erection glides against Mirufi's.
Mirufi squeezes his behind lightly, his other hand dropping from Marron's chin to his nipple and pinching it carefully.
Marron bites back a whimper, closing his eyes as his skin flushes hotly with desire, writhing slightly before thrusting his hips against Mirufi's a bit harder, caressing his back and shoulders hungrily.
Mirufi whispers against his lips, "Lie down, hmm? Unless you wanted to try it standing?" He chuckles softly, flicking the nipple ring lightly.
Marron gasps sharply, and then nods, licking his lips slowly, his eyes, as he opens them, subtly deepened to a rather bronze-y color, seeming to have lost much of his natural coordination as he practically falls onto the bed before arranging himself carefully atop the mattress, his dark hair fanning out around his head.
Mirufi smiles at him softly, tilting his head to one side and taking in every detail of his body with open, hungry admiration.
Marron blushes under the scrutiny of Mirufi's gaze, brushing a few strands of hair from his delicate features as he gazes up at him with his molten eyes, his gaze roaming over Mirufi's body as well as he brushes his fingertips over his shoulder lightly and lifts his hips slightly from the bed. "Mmm..."
Mirufi opens his mouth, and then presses his lips together, dropping to his knees on the edge of the bed and slowly crawling upwards like a predatory feline, smiling softly and testing the comment out. "You look totally different, but you move exactly the same...” he murmurs, almost to low to hear, as he begins licking softly at the inside of Marron's left thigh.
Marron blinks, his muscles jumping and shivering beneath Mirufi's soft touch. "W...what do you mean..?"
Mirufi laughs softly as he glances up at Marron, his breath ghosting the bishounen's sex as his lips move towards his other thigh. "You're both nervous, even when you're totally in your element... Like cats with strangers..."
Marron tilts his head back, his eyes rolling upward slightly as he tangles his fingers in the blankets against his back. "W...we... aren't used to..."
Mirufi nibbles at his thigh. "Well, you're lucky you ended up with us, then... We'll help you.... Or Nuriko-chan will. I'm still convinced I'm temporary..."
Marron closes his eyes. "Mmm... I don't think you are...."
Mirufi laughs again, gazing up at him. "Sweetheart..." he murmurs, closing his eyes halfway and leaning up further to flick his tongue slowly up the underside of Marron's erection.
Marron 's body arches up off of the bed as he gasps raggedly, turning his head to press his cheek against his shoulder as he claws at the bedclothes before letting his eyes slip half-open, his gaze hot and smoky as he looks down at Mirufi.
Mirufi rests his palms lightly on Marron's thighs as his tongue travels back down in the same butterfly-soft touches.
Marron tilts his head back further, rocking his hips upward, moaning softly as he shivers, and spreading his thighs further apart.
Mirufi retraces his path once again, this time claiming Marron's length in his mouth completely in one swift maneuver.
Marron moans softly, his hips jerking slightly as he fights the urge to thrust himself violently into the damp warmth of Mirufi's mouth, his hands slipping upward to wind themselves in the onyx silk as his entire body arches up off the bed and he writhes about wantonly.
Mirufi sucks at him eagerly and easily, caressing his thighs gently with his palms, watching him through thick lashes, fascinated.
Marron thrusts upward gently and slowly, his thigh muscles tensed, his fingers raking slowly through his hair as he tilts his head back, panting softly, his eyes tightly closed.
Mirufi continues to suck hungrily, his tongue cupping around Marron's length, tightening his mouth and moving it around Marron's sex in synchronization with the motion of his own rocking on his knees.
Marron bucks his hips even harder, moaning a bit louder as he pants and gasps, slipping his hands from his hair to drag his palms over his chest, his thighs pressing close to Mirufi's head before he forces them to spread again, whispering in between panted breaths, "Oh... my....gods..."
Mirufi hums softly, increasing his pace slowly, his eyes glittering as he watches Marron through his bangs, seeming almost to smile.
Marron tosses his head, his shoulders arching upward for a moment before he presses them back into the bed again, dragging his nails over his hips hard enough to leave welts before beginning to claw at the blankets again, supporting himself with his elbows as he arches his body up off of the bed, shivering, squeezing Mirufi between his strong thighs before forcing them to spread a second time.
Mirufi gives him a mild look, his throaty laughter an entirely new sensation.
Marron moans again, panting desperately.
Mirufi releases Marron from his mouth slowly, sitting back slightly and blowing across his damp flesh, grinning sultrily.
Marron trembles, his tense body relaxing slightly, his grip on the blankets loosening as the muscles in his thighs and abdomen jump and twitch, his sex hard enough to ache, throbbing with his pulse, his eyes still closed as his mind reels dizzily.
Mirufi speaks quietly. "Would you like me to keep doing that... or is there something else?"
Marron opens his eyes to gaze at him ardently, attempting to regulate his breathing, digging his heels slightly into the mattress as he shifts his hips slightly, his already flushed features becoming stained with a deeper shade of rose. "I.... I... yes... no, I mean... there is... ah... something else..."
Mirufi chuckles softly, sliding up against him, pressing their lengths together and kissing his lips roughly, caressing his shoulders and then bringing his hands up to cup Marron's flushing cheeks.
Marron arches up against him, reaching out to run his palms over Mirufi's back as he responds to the kiss sweetly and yieldingly, aggression transferred into passion, his long legs wrapping around Mirufi's hips as his body arches upward, grinding his still-damp sex into Mirufi's.
Mirufi whispers against his lips, smiling faintly, nuzzling his forehead. "Do you want me to take you, Marron-chan?"
Marron gasps faintly, shivering, his hands caressing over Mirufi's back before he turns his head slightly, gazing toward his discarded clothing, toward the door, compressing his lips slightly and remaining silent...
Mirufi kisses his lips softly, then his cheek, his ear, nuzzling his face while still grinding lightly against his hips.
Marron’s palms pet and stroke and caress over Mirufi's back as his body moves sensuously, rocking with Mirufi's, their movements slow and subtle, keeping alight the strong flame of desire in the pit of his stomach, his fingers tangling in Mirufi's hair as he turns to kiss him briefly, and then whispers against his lips, "I love him, you know..."
Mirufi nods and smiles faintly. "I know... And he loves you... and I love your brother..."
Marron blushes a little, still moving against him, still breathing erratically as he runs his fingers through Mirufi's hair. "I was.... I was going to ask him to marry me... not any time soon, but... I've been working to pay for a ring...."
Mirufi smiles slowly wider, kissing his chin. "That is so sweet..."
Marron bucks his hips upward, suddenly, sharply; his voice low and soft, but firm. "Off."
Mirufi sits back completely, his manner calm, expression cheerful.
Marron sits up, and then smiles enigmatically, reaching out to Mirufi's shoulders, leaning close to him to kiss him softly on the lips before hooking his leg around Mirufi's waist and beginning to practically force him back onto the bed.
Mirufi grins wider, allowing Marron to take charge easily, his eyes sparkling.
Marron tilts his head slightly to the side, his hair spilling like raw silk over Mirufi's chest and shoulders as Marron kisses along his jaw, and then down the side of his neck, flicking the tip of his tongue against his throat as his fingertips trace light, soft patterns over Mirufi's skin, finding confidence in the shift of control.
Mirufi purrs and arches into every touch smoothly like a snake, flowing against him as he moves while still letting him have control.
Marron laughs against Mirufi's chest, low and soft, murmuring, "Don't worry, I just want a few minutes," before delicately tasting the older man's nipple, exploring his body with sensitive hands and soft lips.
Mirufi sighs softly, pleased, watching him through his thick lashes. "Take all the time you need, Marron-chan. I told you, I won't rush you."
Marron traces the tip of his tongue slowly over Mirufi's ribcage before lifting his head slightly to regard him, his eyes smoldering, his dark hair tumbling into his face in unruly fashion before cascading over Mirufi's honeyed skin. "I want you to take me."
Mirufi reaches up to touch his hair, licking his own lips slowly. "I want to... but only when you're absolutely ready."
Marron bows once more to Mirufi's torso, taking his time as he explores his body, dipping his lips and tongue into every crevice and over every curve and fold of skin and taut muscle, his fingertips softly searching, circling over Mirufi's skin until they find his most sensitive spots as if by magic, seeming to know innately just how to touch him, and just where to do it.
Mirufi closes his eyes, relaxing as though into puddles, his body slowly loosening, becoming even less tense and more liquid than before under Marron's attentions, the seemingly untouched epicenter of these explosions being his sex, which remains utterly rampant.
Marron tosses his hair over one shoulder to keep it from brushing Mirufi's sex as his lips and fingers roam over his hips and stomach and thighs, his gaze flicking up to Mirufi's face from time to time to regard his reactions.
Mirufi smiles down at him softly, eyes flickering partway open, tongue darting across his lips.
Marron kisses the inside of Mirufi's thigh, gazing up at him as he shyly murmurs, "I haven't been with anyone like you before," and then turns his head to bury his face between Mirufi's thighs, nosing at the deep violet softness of his curls as he inhales the musky scent of his desire.
Mirufi shudders and moans softly, clawing at the sheets, his spine arching until his back leaves the bed.
Marron glances up at him as he lifts his head slightly; flicking the tip of his tongue over his lips before brushing the smooth skin of his cheek against Mirufi's sex, watching him with depthless, intense eyes as he slowly drags the tip of his tongue over the tip of Mirufi's erection.
Mirufi exhales slowly, his lashes fluttering as he slowly sinks back down against the pillows and gazes back at Marron heatedly.
Marron mumbles some sort of apology for not being "very good at this," before licking him a second time, more slowly, swirling his tongue in a swift spiral around the head of Mirufi's sex before suddenly moving to lick and nip at his stomach, letting his silky hair trail over Mirufi's groin.
Mirufi purrs faintly, reaching up to touch the straightened silk of Marron's mane with a tender hand. "Mmm... You're doing just fine, Marron-chan..."
Marron runs his hands slowly down Mirufi's thighs, caressing his skin tenderly, swirling his tongue around Mirufi's navel and then flicking it within, lavishing attention on his stomach for a few moments before slipping downward once more, running his tongue softly along Mirufi's hot, rigid length before beginning to take him into his mouth, confidently enough to show that he's done this before, awkwardly enough to show that it isn't often.
Mirufi pants softly, closing his eyes and leaving his mouth open in an enraptured expression, his touch not growing any heavier at all on Marron's hair as he sighs heavily.
Marron glides his tongue against Mirufi's sex, the tip of it gently lashing from side to side, his hands straying over Mirufi's hips and thighs as he slowly takes him deeper, swallowing him into the back of his throat on the second attempt, closing his eyes and sucking firmly.
Mirufi’s breathing accelerates slightly, becoming louder, his brows knitting slightly, cheeks flushing darkly pink.
Marron 's eyes flick upward, warm and piercing and darkened slightly, letting his head cant backward slightly before taking Mirufi deep into his throat again, sucking a bit harder, letting his tongue roll against Mirufi's need in a slow undulation as he slips his hands beneath him to firmly caress his rear.
Mirufi utters his name in a slow, deepened moan, the soft tenor he only reveals in such intimate moments bursting quietly from his throat.
Marron blinks, his brows arching upward slightly as he continues to suck, moving his lips and tongue against him more swiftly, teasing him with his teeth as one hand slips slightly sideways, his fingertips tentatively ghosting over the aperture of Mirufi's rear in a far more intimate caress.
Mirufi rolls his head back slowly, calling his name out again, his chest beginning to heave slightly with his forceful breathing.
Marron moans softly against Mirufi's sex, the sensation humming softly over Mirufi's hot, sensitive flesh as he slowly brushes his fingertips against him again, circling the tip of his last digit more firmly before beginning to push just the tip of it into him, alert for any resistance or refusal.
Mirufi widens his thighs slightly, welcoming the touch with a delicate, almost chuffing sound of near-surprise.
Marron switches to his middle finger, again circling his opening with it before starting to slip it into him, continuing to suck firmly on Mirufi's sex as his slim digit penetrates, careful and slow and gently tender.
Mirufi clenches his fist in the sheet, sucking in air sharply as his hand strokes Marron's hair gently, encouragingly.
Marron shivers slightly, pressing his own lean thighs against his erection and sucking even harder, rocking his head slightly to let Mirufi plunge in and out of his throat, slipping his finger more deeply into him before beginning to delicately thrust, his hand in synch with the movements of his mouth.
Mirufi pants almost haltingly, his tongue flicking out across his lips, driving his head back into the pillows.
Marron suddenly releases him, his finger still thrust deep into Mirufi's body as he smiles faintly, crookedly, murmuring, "Now you're making me want to take you, instead of letting you take me..."
Mirufi laughs huskily, opening one eye to a swirling gold slit and licking his lips.
Marron leans over him to kiss his stomach again, twisting his finger about within him, slowly, as his opposite hand glides over Mirufi's hip to wrap long, slim fingers around his still-damp sex.
Mirufi sighs faintly, smiling slightly, his expression still blissfully aroused.
Marron runs his hand slowly over Mirufi's sex before beginning to stroke him firmly, driving his finger in and out of him gently as he leans up to kiss him on the lips.
Mirufi flicks his tongue out and darts it into Marron's mouth for a moment, tentatively testing him, cupping the back of his head with the fingers entwined in his hair.
Marron withdraws his hands, running his palms up Mirufi's sides and over his chest as he presses against him, sucking on Mirufi's bottom lip for a moment before slipping his tongue into Mirufi's mouth in return.
Mirufi sucks at Marron's tongue for a few moments before slowly allowing his side of the kiss to become more aggressive.
Marron’s eyelids flutter slightly, grinding his hips into him slowly as he yields sweetly and simply, his fingertips tracing over Mirufi's chest, brushing against his nipples.
Mirufi swiftly moves, surprising Marron slightly with the burst of his usually concealed strength and obvious agility as he switches their positions and parts the bishounen's thighs with his knees.
Mirufi purrs and kisses Marron's lips again, finding his nipple ring again and tugging at it lightly.
Marron gasps, his eyes flying wide in shock as he suddenly finds himself beneath Mirufi, instead of on top of him, hesitating in spreading his thighs according to Mirufi's wishes... up until Mirufi again touches his nipple ring, and then he moans, arching his body upward and spreading his thighs willingly, his eyes fluttering closed as he responds to the kiss meekly and hotly, pliant and responsive to Mirufi's wants.
Mirufi’s other hand darts beneath the pillows as he continues to toy with the ring, pressing his length firmly against Marron's as his tongue plunders his mouth.
Marron sucks on Mirufi's tongue briefly before twining his own with it, wrapping his arms around him to run his hands over his back as he rocks up against him, making soft, hungry noises against Mirufi's lips.
Mirufi takes out the small jar of salve-like lubricant, deftly opening it one handed and slicking his fingers with it while simultaneously continuing to kiss Marron and caress his piercing intoxicatingly.
Marron wraps one long leg around Mirufi's waist, his body arched against him yearningly as his hands gently claw at his back, shivering, pressing his chest more firmly into Mirufi's touch.
Mirufi makes a soft noise in his throat as he moves his hips toward Marron's thigh, dropping his hand down and smiling into the kiss as his fingers skim Marron's thigh, seeking out his entrance.
Marron gasps and pants for breath against Mirufi's lips, his thick, dark eyelashes fluttering against his bisque skin, one leg still wrapped around him as he spreads his thighs wider, lifting his hips slightly, his body sliding against Mirufi's smoothly.
Mirufi finds his aperture easily, pressing against it lightly with the quickly warming, thick and slippery salve, massaging around it firmly without quite entering him at all, kissing his lips softly.
Marron shivers, but does not tense, his palms drifting over Mirufi's shoulders before he buries his fingers in Mirufi's hair, tilting his head back slightly, his eyes drifting partially open, gazing up at the older man with want.
Mirufi opens his own eyes slowly, golden as the shafts of early morning sunlight that dance in through the curtains, hot and hungry under his thick lashes as he presses gently inwards with the tip of one finger, the others still working outside.
Marron closes his eyes, tilting his head back as he inhales deeply, winding his fingers more tightly in Mirufi's hair as he shifts his hips marginally, tiny, strong muscles tensing for a brief instant before relaxing again.
Mirufi makes a purring noise of satisfaction as his fingertip begins its shallow exploration of Marron, his eyes locked on his expressive face.
Marron exhales in deep, sighing breaths, running the tip of his tongue over his lips as he drags the silky skin of his inner thigh along Mirufi's hip, his hands softly petting Mirufi's hair.
Mirufi pushes his way slowly around as his finger begins to slide deeper, massaging from inside, his eyes soft and affectionate, though his gaze is almost radiating heat.
Marron moans a little, very softly; his hands clutching at Mirufi's hair and shoulders as his eyes flutter partially open again, his breath quickening.
Mirufi draws back slightly and pushes in again, building a slow rhythm of teasingly little depth but changing the angle at each thrust of his finger to help loosen Marron's muscles.
Marron writhes about slightly, obviously struggling not to move and obviously failing, his breath coming short and sharp as he bites his lip, gazing at him with molten eyes that plead silently for more of whatever Mirufi is willing to offer... the usual mask that conceals his emotions utterly shattered.
Mirufi removes his finger almost completely, and then pushes in just as slowly as he first approached with two fingers, coaxing and teasing his way all through Marron's warm channel, smiling faintly down at him.
Marron moans again, still softly, lifting his hips again, as if in a silent plea for Mirufi to let his fingers slip deeper, tilting his head back to press it into the pillow as he closes his eyes again.
Mirufi leans down and whispers against his collarbone, amused, sultry, but completely in control of himself, still... "Beautiful, Marron-chan... You make me want to rush, even though you're among the few people I would to take my time with."
Marron licks his lips swiftly, releasing his tight grip on Mirufi's shoulders to let his fingertips trickle down his strong, lean back on either side of his spine, still relaxed and wanting. "Mmmmm.... why is that?"
Mirufi smiles slightly, licking at his collar, pulling his fingers slowly back, testing whether or not he could possible accept a third finger. "Mmm..."
Marron 's body jerks slightly, though he remains tense, his breath hissing sharply between his teeth as he squeezes his eyes tightly shut, caressing Mirufi's back with trembling hands, glad that he asked Nuriko to take him that night in the barn...it having been some time since he was touched this way.
Mirufi kisses his lips softly, easing back and entering him only with two fingers again, gently working at him while kissing his lips and cheeks and throat.
Marron bites his lip lightly, running his hands over Mirufi's back again, returning the kisses whenever Mirufi's lips touch his own, glancing up at him a bit guiltily before closing his eyes again and murmuring, "I'm sorry..."
Mirufi laughs softly. "No reason to be, Marron-chan... I was just checking... I don't want to rush you, but I don't want to hurt you, either, hm?" he explains quietly, nuzzling his neck.
Marron sighs a little, his hands drifting up Mirufi's back. "Your hair is so soft," he murmurs, caressing his silky curls.
Mirufi makes an amused noise in his throat, and then tilts his head slightly to begin nibbling at Marron's.
Marron rocks his head back against the pillow to bare his smooth, pale throat to Mirufi, his breath catching in his throat slightly as he writhes slowly beneath him.
Mirufi twists his fingers slowly, spiraling into Marron as the boy did to him earlier, sucking at his throat in between grazing it with his teeth.
Marron clutches at Mirufi's shoulders again, tightly, his breathing growing harder and harsher until he pants, rocking his hips toward Mirufi's hand.
Mirufi hastens the spiral, finally increasing its depth, sinking his long, slim fingers almost completely into Marron as he continues to kiss his throat.
Marron moans softly, lustfully, his body tight but yielding against the invasion of Mirufi's fingers, tiny muscles deep within him tensing in a slight fluttering before relaxing, his skin slightly flushed as the muscles in his thighs tremble.
Mirufi increases the depth and force of his fingers' intrusion by careful degrees, glancing up at Marron's face as his lips trail down, tongue and teeth manipulating his nipple ring.
Marron moans again, and again, louder, rocking his hips slightly toward Mirufi's hand as his own hands paw gently at Mirufi's shoulders and hair.
Mirufi tugs at the ring with his teeth, holding it at its limit for nearly five whole seconds before releasing it and lowering his lips to suck at it, finally allowing his fingers to brush against the spot buried inside of the bishounen's body.
Marron chokes on a cry, muffling it as his body goes rigid for a moment, his nails digging into Mirufi's shoulders before he melts into the heat stirred strongly by the touch of Mirufi's lips and tongue and fingers, moaning long and low and near-continuously as he shivers, arching up off of the bed wantonly.
Mirufi rises up slightly; slipping his arm under both of Marron's to grab the salve from the bed with his free hand, only having to interrupt his mouth's attentions for a brief instant before resuming them as he coats his hand lightly in the lubricant.
Marron murmurs Mirufi's name softly, his voice aching and ragged with need, very nearly pleading as he rocks his body against Mirufi's, caressing his back and shoulders firmly, his hands always gentle and soft.
Mirufi rises up again, pressing his lips to Marron's as he strokes himself with the salve, his fingers' path slowly becoming shallower as his breath accelerates.
Marron kisses him softly, darting the tip of his tongue into Mirufi's mouth before nuzzling the side of his neck, panting against his skin as his hands continue to caress his back in slow, circling motions.
Mirufi leans back slightly, lifting his hand and caressing Marron's arm, removing his fingers and resting that hand lightly on his hip as he gazes down at him lustfully.
Marron blinks, disoriented for a moment as the red haze of desire lifts slightly from his mind, enough for him to be able to think coherently, still breathing heavily as he looks up at Mirufi, his gaze flickering from his eyes, over his body, and back to his eyes again as he licks his lips swiftly, his gaze hot and filled with anticipation.
Mirufi slides his hands under Marron's hips and lifts him up carefully and gently, gazing into his eyes and nowhere else. The expression in his eyes is serene and calming, confident, but filled with desire. He presses against him slowly, testing, his eyes holding Marron's focus completely.
Marron tilts his head back slightly, the lean muscles in his thighs shivering a little as he spreads them further apart, the tip of his tongue gliding over his lips as his hands caress over the back of Mirufi's neck and his shoulders, tangling gently in his silky hair, his own eyes burning, aching, and just as calm.
Mirufi pushes further forward slowly, his eyes sinking down halfway, gold sparkling molten through thick, long black lashes, his breath leaving his lips in hot gusts.
Marron gasps softly, tilting his head back further as he digs his nails lightly into Mirufi's shoulders, arching his hips upward a bit higher. "Mmmmm...."
Mirufi moans his name softly as he sinks completely into Marron's warmth, his fingers tightening on his hips, head falling forward slightly, eyes closing in an expression of complete satisfaction and pleasure.
Marron squeezes his eyes tightly shut, a lower, deeper groan bubbling up from his throat as he digs his nails even harder into Mirufi's skin before withdrawing them, his breaths shaking slightly, and his eyelashes fluttering against his bisque skin.
Mirufi begins rocking on his knees in a slow, steady pace, and moaning quietly through his teeth, his eyes still closed, long fingers cupped over his hips graceful.
Marron drags his fingers through Mirufi's hair, tugging it over his shoulders as if wanting to pull him closer by the soft locks twined in his fingers before he releases it to spread his arms over the bed, his lean frame arching upward as he rolls his hips into Mirufi in synch with his slow rocking, moaning softly and whispering incoherently, his hair spilling across the bedclothes behind him like ink
Mirufi 's onyx lashes dust over his gold-tinted cheeks like the powder left from coal, the heat and tightness of Marron's body similar to his brother's and yet different, the feel of his hips in Mirufi's hands and his quietness completely different, isolating and making this experience more special in every aspect of contrast.
Marron arches toward him wantonly, lifting his hand to drag his palm over Mirufi's shoulder and down his chest, his piercing catching the light and glimmering faintly as he murmurs Mirufi's name in heated tones, his head tilted back and his throat bared, his eyes closed and his expression full of passion.
Mirufi breathes his name in a rapturous, hungry sigh, thrusting with growing intensity and caressing his hips, his eyes opening to slits to take in Marron's beauty and immortalize it in his mind.
Marron reaches out to grasp at Mirufi's shoulders with both hands, his body rocking to strongly meet each thrust, panting for breath, biting his lip from time to time, enjoying being taken after so long of being dominant with Nuriko, enjoying the act itself after so long of being too worn out from work to do it...
Mirufi continues to thrust powerfully, his hands drifting slowly upward, one stroking Marron's thigh, the other seeking his sex and sliding along it gently, fondling him.
Marron gasps sharply, his fingertips digging slightly into Mirufi's shoulders as his eyes drift partially open to gaze at him, gold deepened almost to bronze, his erection rigid and hotly throbbing in Mirufi's palm.
Mirufi’s hand glides skillfully along Marron's sex as his own length continues to penetrate to the depths of the bishounen's body, stimulating his skin and gazing back into his eyes with orbs of yellow-hot lava.
Marron whimpers softly, wrapping his long, lean legs tightly around Mirufi as he continues to rock upward to meet his thrusts, grinding himself into Mirufi's palm as well, gasping and moaning softly.
Mirufi smirks very slightly at Marron's quiet enthusiasm, firming his touch as his thrusts grow in power, his tongue flicking over his lips.
Marron closes his eyes again, tilting his head back as he softly hisses, "Yes, yes," over and over again, scratching lightly at Mirufi's shoulders, the grip of his thighs tightening, urging Mirufi deeper into the tight warmth of his body.
Mirufi begins to pant quietly in response, his grip firming on Marron's thigh as he attempts to fill him as completely as possible with every stroke.
Marron grows slightly louder, his vocalizations gentle, wordless and hungry and aching with need, his hands clutching and pawing at Mirufi's shoulders desperately, writhing about slightly beneath him.
Mirufi says, croons his name affectionately as he moves against him, within him, and works his hand around him, making every effort to pleasure Marron to the fullest extent of his ability, kissing, caressing, stroking and taking him with tenderness and passion.
Marron digs his nails into Mirufi's shoulders, whispering Mirufi's name in response, pleadingly at first, and then demanding, spreading his thighs and increasing the angle of his hips, deep-throated moans spilling from between his lips as Mirufi drives even more deeply into him with each thrust.
Mirufi slowly lets his eyes drift closed again, the rapture of being surrounded completely by Marron and the bishounen's obvious state of erotic passion adding to his own greatly, making him moan quietly as well, immersing himself in their coupling.
Marron shivers slightly, his fingertips skating over Mirufi's shoulders and upper arms as he gasps and pants for breath, whimpering quietly, tossing his head slightly from side to side.
Mirufi leans down slowly, increasing the force of his thrusts as they slow, caressing Marron's cheeks with his fingertips and whispering to him encouragingly before kissing him, wrapping arms around his neck and driving into him in short, piercing strokes.
Marron clings to him tightly, his cries becoming sharper, but no louder, his hands roaming over the small of Mirufi's back, his hips bucking upward to meet him as he begins to pant and whisper incoherencies under his breath, his fingertips flitting across Mirufi's warm skin.
Mirufi gasps against Marron's ear as he speeds up even faster, pounding against his depths, his nails digging tightly into the pillows on either side of Marron's shoulders.
Marron 's voice becomes slightly strained, his muscles tensing slightly as he forces himself to move perfectly in synch with Mirufi, burying his face into his shoulder, practically whimpering as he continues to murmur, only years of training allowing him to keep some semblance of focus as his hands continue to sketch seemingly meaningless symbols onto Mirufi's back.
Mirufi’s movements are focused and constant, caught up into his pace and holding on to Marron as though he were an anchor.
Marron turns his head to press his cheek against the side of Mirufi's neck, inhaling the scent of his hair as he raises his voice slightly, his tone impassioned, giving Mirufi a split-second of warning to recognize his once-seemingly-incoherent words as a spell before he flattens his palms to the small of Mirufi's back and triggers it, the contact of skin to skin sending magic shivering over Mirufi's flesh and through his bloodstream.
Mirufi opens his mouth in a silenced scream, his eyes wide in Marron's hair, snaking sensations of unbelievable ecstasy through every part of his body from his scalp to the soles of his feet, electrifying him with the unique sensation of having his pleasure equally spread over every cell of his form, shutting his voice in his throat as he convulses against Marron weakly, clinging to him as his release pours forth.
Marron thrusts up against him, gasping harshly, residual traces of his own magic burning through his system and making him tremble violently as his climax spills between their lithe, entangled bodies, wrapping his arms around Mirufi and clinging to him tightly.
Mirufi whimpers softly as the spell lingers and his body's drive fades, shaking tremulously with the lingering feelings it gives him.
Marron kisses the side of Mirufi's neck and caresses his back soothingly, nuzzling his silky hair and attempting not to be too smug.
Mirufi pants softly against his neck, still unable to speak and dazedly wondering if he should chastise Marron for his little experiment...
Marron blinks, biting his lip as he nuzzles him again, tentatively, still slightly breathless as he murmurs, "Are you all right?"
Mirufi coughs slightly, then kisses his jaw and settles his head against Marron's shoulder. "You surprised me with that one..." he murmurs.
Marron bites his lip briefly, the corners of his mouth quirking slightly upward, and then murmurs, "That was the point," unable to keep the mirth from his voice.
Mirufi bites his shoulder lightly. "Smart ass..." he growls softly, and then chuckles, his voice much huskier than usual, more relaxed sounding.
Marron tilts his head back, sighing, smiling, and running his hands lightly over Mirufi's back. "Mmm.... this is nice."
Mirufi grins and closes his eyes, nestling his head more firmly against Marron's shoulder, and caresses the outside of his arm. "Yeah, it is..."
Marron laughs softly. "I like you like this."
Mirufi arches his brow without opening his eyes and laughs quietly. "Like what?"
Marron squirms around a little, making himself more comfortable, blushing slightly. "I don't know....."
Mirufi wrinkles his nose and laughs again. "Okay..."
Marron shakes his head, still blushing. "I... never imagined this...."
Mirufi opens one eye. "Mmm... Are you pleasantly surprised, then?"
Marron blushes even more, his expression slightly shy. "Yes...."
Mirufi closes his eye again. "I'm glad..." he replies softly, his voice still relaxed and slightly deep.
Marron bites his lip, nuzzling the side of Mirufi's neck as he closes his eyes, whispering, "Do you think we'll do this again?"
Mirufi answers softly, "Maybe."
Marron sighs quietly. "Do you think it would be a bad idea?"
Mirufi shrugs lightly. "I don't know... I mean... It depends on what circumstances become, in the future."
Marron blinks. "Oh? What do you mean?"
Mirufi smiles softly and nuzzles his shoulder, relaxing more completely against him. "Your relationship with Nuriko may be affected in a positive way after you propose... You might want to sleep with me again, and you might not, and his feelings about it will probably play a hand as well... And I haven’t really any idea what Carrot would say, either... And I know both of us are honest with them..."
Marron blushes deeply, his hands caressing lightly over Mirufi's back. "I... I would like to sleep with you again... if he didn't mind it.... he knows I love him... I can't imagine being able to love anyone more than I love him, and I love being with him... but sometimes...." He trails off, biting his lip in embarrassment.
Mirufi purrs, "Sometimes it’s nice to take a turn on the bottom, if only for novelty... Yeah..."
Marron blushes even more, burying his face in Mirufi's shoulder as he mumbles, "Not just for novelty... I...ah... I -do- like it...."
Mirufi giggles softly and kisses his cheek. "Mmm..."
Marron says, "It's just that... Nuriko... well, he...."
Mirufi smiles softly. "I've talked with him about it, you know..."
Marron blinks, turning to attempt to examine Mirufi's features. "You have?"
Mirufi closes his eyes, his expression casual, and then opens them again slowly, looking solemnly into Marron's gold eyes with his own. "Its not that he doesn't like it. He's just unsure of himself. He's smaller than you, first of all, so he's self conscious about that, and he's only done it that one time... He's only been with a woman twice, so he doesn't feel he has any idea what he's doing."
Marron nods, pondering this solemnly before smiling faintly, murmuring, "If he's not completely comfortable with it, he doesn't have to do it... I... um... have absolutely no problems with the way... ah... the way we've been doing it already..."
Mirufi laughs softly, nuzzling his nose. "Marron... How's he going to get comfortable with it if you don't encourage him? He's not going to fall in with anyone else, not until he's proven to himself that he doesn't have to."
Marron blushes faintly, lowering his gaze and murmuring, "You make me feel so.... inexperienced."
Mirufi laughs again, shifting upward to hold him. "That's because I'm a dirty old lecher."
Marron shakes his head, nuzzling Mirufi's shoulder. "No. It's because you're wise."
Mirufi pinches his shoulder lightly. "Don't use words like that. They make me feel really old."
Marron laughs softly. "You don't have to be old to have wisdom.... especially in love. Hm. I'm not used to being with someone who obviously knows more than I do." He smiles crookedly at Mirufi, golden eyes glittering.
Mirufi arches his brow. "I need to stop talking to you boys so much and just stick to groping your rears. You're starting to respect me too much for my taste."
Marron chuckles, wrapping his legs around him again, tracing his fingertips lightly along Mirufi's spine as he murmurs, "Would you rather we didn't respect you at all?"
Mirufi grins. "Yes. I would rather be a dirty lecher than a wise role model, any day of the week."
Mirufi squeezes Marron's backside with both hands for emphasis.
Marron rolls his eyes playfully. "I should have known better than to--eep!"
Mirufi giggles wickedly and continues to grope, eyes sparkling.
Marron squirms around slightly, blushing dramatically. "Mirufi...."
Mirufi grins and hugs him. "Oh, trust me, Marron-chan; you'll understand me some day. My head is saying, 'Marron-chan should really be smacking me for taking advantage of him...' and the other half is all, 'Wow! I just had mind bending sex with a seventeen year old!'"
Mirufi giggles wickedly.
Marron blushes even more, squeaking softly in embarrassment. "Mirufi!"
Mirufi singsongs softly. "Whaaa---at?! I did! And I'm damn pleased about it, too!"
Marron covers his face with his hands, groaning softly. "You make it sound so...."
Mirufi says, "Explicit? Wicked? Scandalous? Sordid? Oh but it is! I'm horrible, but damn, I'm good at it!"
Mirufi collapses in giggles.
Marron peeks out from between his slender fingers, repressing a smile. "You seductive beast."
Mirufi winks at him, lewdly fondling his bare behind once more. "I know. You poor innocent darling, corrupted so young in life by my horrid influences."
Marron says, "Horrifying... I come to you for advice, and now look at me. Naked in your bed, stained with the evidence of our licentiousness... Mmm, gods, you have nice hands...."
Mirufi giggles again and continues to paw at him. "You're beautiful, Marron. I thought he was exaggerating at least a little but you're as beautiful as he says you are, ever aspect and angle and movement, beautiful."
Marron blushes, covering his face with his hands again.
Mirufi says, "Even in all your modesty, you're a sin waiting to happen."
Marron peeks out at him, blinking wide eyes. "I am?"
Mirufi giggles. "Mmm hmm! Those eyes, that hair, those lips, the way you are like this, naked and yet restrained... I could spend the week ravishing you, if you didn't have work."
Marron smiles shyly. "I won't be working much, not after today..."
Mirufi slaps his bottom playfully. "I get the feeling someone else is going to call dibs on ravishing you, so don't tempt me."
Marron squeaks at the slap and squirms before smirking at him, his eyes brimming with warmth, thick eyelashes lowered coquettishly. "You could always join in..."
Mirufi licks his lips slowly, and then shakes his head. "No... Not at first, in any case. I think he's going to be all you can handle for a while."
Marron laughs softly, arching a brow. "Oh?"
Mirufi fixes him with a mock-stern frown. "Marron, you've left the boy deprived for nearly two months. He's going to shred your clothes off as soon as he shuts the door and no one will see either of you for a week."
Marron laughs again, shaking his head slightly. "I didn't mean to..."
Mirufi giggles. "I know."