The Square Root of Sixty-Four [M]

[Rasmus Mohr]

As Tris kept up what he was doing, Raz moaned and his fingers tightened in his lover's hair and tugged lightly. He kept struggling against his lover's grip on his hips, aching to go home with bruises and bite marks from their passion.

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Moving his mouth off of his lover, he moved back up the half-veelas body and claimed his lips with his own. He was not gentle in his taking, knowing roughness was what Rasmus was craving at the moment.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

Rasmus cried out as Tristan took him, his back arching as he roughly pulled his lover's hair and responded to the claiming kiss passionately. This was exactly what he wanted, and he wrapped his legs tightly around Tris to pull him closer.

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Tristan drove into Raz with such force that the bed moved slightly beneath them. Grazing his teeth over his lovers throat, he bit down on the prefects shoulder.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

As Tris continued driving roughly into him, Rasmus cried out, pressing towards his lover and tugging at his dark curls. He gave a whimpering moan at the feel of Tris's teeth gracing down his throat, and then cried out again as he was bitten. "Oh - oh - please - I'm all yours!"

  

[Tristan Michaud]

"Yes, you are," Tristan groaned before marking his lovers shoulder and pressing closer to the other boy.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

This was heaven. Rasmus moaned in pleasure, pressing towards Tris as he welcomed the other boy's invasion of his body. He wanted this, ached for it, and he was lost in their lovemaking.

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Tristans fingers bit hard enough into Raz's hips that they'd bruise as he felt himself reaching completion.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

Raz cried out as he finished, revelling in the feel of Tristan's fingers biting into his hips in a way he knew by now meant he'd be sporting bruises from his lover's grip. He laid panting under Tris with a ridiculous grin on his face, his fingers caressing the other boy's skin tenderly. "You're amazing, Tris." He chuckled, stretching under his lover. "Now I'm hungry."

  

[Tristan Michaud]

"Well, we have strawberries," Tristan pointed out idly, taking one and holding it to his lovers mouth.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

Rasmus chuckled warmly, thenbit the strawberry and closed his eyes to eat it slowly. "Almost as good as you are."

  

[Tristan Michaud]

"The rest of the night is ours, my love," Tristan said in a murmur full of seductive promise. And he fully intended on taking advantage of the night granted to him. Hours later, Tristan chuckled as he pulled his lover into his arms after another vigorous round. "We best get some sleep."