fic: Bliss

Jun. 16th, 2012 05:30 am
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Title: Bliss
Series: FE 9/10
Character/pairing: Tibarn/Reyson
Rating: R
Author's note: kink meme: emotion play. Kink meme: with the use of Galdrs in bed ("Vigor" and "Bliss" are a must ?)



Reyson straddles him, his hands placed on Tibarn's chest. A thumb to a particularly large scar, tracing down. Tibarn is bolstered by pillows to his back to keep the weight off of his wings. His aren't the fragile white ones of a heron, but it won't do to have them bruised from a night–or to admit to his comrades that it was a Heron that left him bruised in bed, for that matter.

Then again, Reyson is no mere Heron.

It's plain that he's corrupted Reyson beyond any other Heron–he's had herons before, something which Reyson has been a little irritated to hear he slept with both his brother, his ancestor, his aunt and his second cousin–but what can he say? Hawks are known for their sexual prowess, almost as much as herons. And ravens, for that matter, though he generally tries not to think where that crow has been. It'll keep him in knots and have Reyson angry at him in no time.

But none of them are like Reyson. There's no shyness, he doesn't hide behind the beautiful gold hair that streams down to tickle his skin in all its softness. Reyson smiles, daring and even mischievous as he begins to sing.

The song washes over him like a wave, pure feeling and gentleness. Tibarn feels his whole body relax, as if Reyson is rearranging him to how he wishes. All the anger, the stress of the day is evaporating away as all he feels is sweet bliss and serenity. There is no rage in the world created by Reyson's song, only awareness and heat, happiness and the feel of him near.

A Heron could conquer the world with a song, he thinks. Wrapped up and warm, he's been conquered and never regretted it a moment. His hand is steady, scarred and calloused, laid over Reyson's ass like he's the one in control here.

Reyson's hands are smooth and unblemished by callouses or mar. He runs down the length of Tibarn's chest, tracing every hard-won scar. The song does not stop as Reyson wraps his slim fingers about the base of his cock and positions it between his milky thighs.

Reyson's skin is pale enough that he can see blue rivers of vessels under his skin. He thrusts between Reyson's thighs, slow and unhurried by the extremes of passion and aggression. Reyson has him wrapped up in silken threads of song and his golden hair.

He moves according to Reyson's beat, thrusts in time to the gentle soothing melody. When he comes, it's almost an afterthought, just another incline of the pleasure and satisfaction Reyson's song has given him. The song comes to and end, all the stress of the day has melted away. It is not long before Reyson begins another song, Vigor

Tibarn feels the blood rushing through his veins again, this time it's passion without anger, and the same desire reflected in Reyson's eyes as he presses their erections together, wrapped up with golden strands of hair.

There's a beautiful fierceness to him, a fire and fury which he's seen in no other Heron. He pushes up his hand to the small of Reyson's back, tangled up in his hair, tangled up in him.

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