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In Your Arms	By : Skullbearer Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 2372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-In Your Arms
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In Your Arms

Dalamar woke up groggily, feeling as though the warmth surrounding him had crawled into his brain. Not that he was complaining, not with the heavy winter rain still lashing the shutters outside.
With a reluctant sigh, Dalamar slid out of the warm nest of blankets. The cold air hit his bare skin and he shivered; the fire had burnt down to embers during the night and the small cabin was shuddering from the cold southern wind. Even this far north the weather was cold, and Dalamar was grateful that they had been able to find this place to weather out the storm, to be forced to sleep outside in this would be unbearably dismal.
Although the hut had clearly been abandoned for some time- probably due to the recent battles- it was sound, and the owners had clearly been in such a rush to leave that they had left a few things behind. Such as the fur blankets the two mages were currently lying on. Dalamar had no idea what animal they had come from, but they were soft and warm and luxurious, and last night had proved to be a thoroughly sybaritic experience.
Dalamar smiled, and pulled one of the blankets over his bare shoulders for warmth as he piled fresh wood on the fire and stoked it back to a warm blaze. Satisfied, he pulled the blanket off and half-turned to pull it back over his still-sleeping lover.
Raistlin was curled up on his side, facing away from him and still fast asleep. Dalamar smiled at the sight, reaching over to brush the young mage's white hair. He was breathing easily, much to Dalamar's relief, remembering how badly his lover had coughed when they'd shaken out the dusty blankets.
They didn't seem to bother him now, Raistlin felt the cold keenly and hand swathed himself in the furs until only his head was exposed.
As Dalamar watched, tracking one hand over Raistlin's jawline, he woke up, golden eyes blinking open lazily. He sighed, and nuzzled the Dark elf's hand before sitting up. He smiled at Dalamar sleepily, then leant over and embraced him from behind.
Dalamar sighed, feeling a small shiver of pleasure at the feel of Raistlin's body, warm and boneless and relaxed from sleep. Raistlin's lips brushed over his shoulder, tracing a line of kisses over his shoulderblade before burying his face in the crook of his neck. Dalamar smiled, reaching up to comb his fingers through the tangled white hair spilling over his shoulder, cradling Raistlin's head as he started to nip, lick and bite at the tender skin. His arms slid around the Dark elf's waist, one hand stroking over his abdomen, running lazily from just below his ribcage to the sensitive skin of his waist. The other curled around Dalamar's chest, palm flat over the spot where his heart beat.
Raistlin bit down harder on Dalamar's neck, and the elf groaned appreciatively, warm tension coiling in his belly. Then he dropped his head back as Raistlin's hand reached down and took hold of his stiffening erection, stroking him while the fingers of his free hand tightened around his left nipple. Dalamar leant back against Raistlin, almost unbalancing the slender mage. He chuckled, and nibbled up the side of the Dark elf's throat, at the same time as he dug his fingernails into Dalamar's erection, and simultaneously pinching down cruelly on the pebbled nub he was rolling between his fingers. Dalamar opened his mouth, not sure what he was meaning to say, but whatever it was trailed off to a sigh as the young mage licked his way up the side of his face, and those sharp teeth closed on the tip of a pointed ear, tugging hard.
Dalamar groaned again, feeling lightning surging through him, recalling the ecstasies of spellcasting. He bit his lip and bucked up against the skilled hands which were playing him like a harp, those fingers and lips which were mercilessly seeking out his most sensitive spots and played shamelessly on his pleasures.
His voice died to a low growl of displeasure as Raistlin's hand left his nipple, only to close on the other, pinching and rubbing in time to the firm strokes on his erection, all with the exact amount of pleasure and pain that always drove him mad. Dalamar threw his head back, gasping for air was he lost all control, pressing hungrily against Raistlin's hands as his lover stroked him harder, the hand wrapped around his most tender flesh clenching a little harder.
Raistlin leant around Dalamar's shoulder and captured his mouth in a blistering kiss.
Now breathless for an entirely different reason, Dalamar' opened his mouth to Raistlin's probing tongue, surrendering to his all-too skilled hands and burning mouth. Raistlin's tongue ran over his teeth, touched his tongue lightly, before sliding in deeper, mapping every part of the elf's mouth, tasting and licking until Dalamar felt light-headed.
Dalamar reached up with his own hands, eager to return Raistlin's sweet advances, only to groan out the last of his breath as those hands released him, only to close on his wrists, pinning them to his sides. Now almost trembling with need, Dalamar clenched his hands with the effort of staying still. He twitched and would have cried out again had he any air left as Raistlin's hand tightened once again on his erect shaft, the fingertips brushing through the first drops of liquid on the tip.
Dalamar felt light-headed through the mixture of lack of air and pure blind desire, but he ignored that and that black spots forming behind his eyes, unwilling to pull away, even to breath.
Instead, Raistlin did so, smiling at Dalamar's gasp and groan as he moved away to settle down in front of the lust-blind Dark elf. He was smiling, his lips bee-stung and swollen and for a moment, he just watched him, his hands still teasing and tormenting, just watching as Dalamar bucked and groaned under his fingertips.
He was enjoying this, Dalamar realised. He was enjoying watching his usually controlled lover lose that control completely and writhe in pleasure in front of him, without a care of what anyone might think.
After a moment, Raistlin lifted his free hand to Dalamar's mouth, pressing two fingers to the Dark elf's swollen lips. Obediently, eagerly, growing still harder at the implications, Dalamar opened his mouth. Raistlin's fingers tasted of sweat- his sweat-, as he suckled on them, sliding his tongue around the slender digits and wetting them thoroughly.
This time it was Raistlin's turn to shiver appreciatively, and Dalamar could see that for all his control, his lover was not made of ice, and this sight was having it's affects on him too. Dalamar smiled around Raistlin's fingers and opened his mouth to receive a third, sliding around his tongue and tickling the roof of his mouth. Then they were gone, to be replaced by Raistlin's mouth, and he was rewarded for his obedience as the hand on his erection move faster, the nails digging in again.
Raistlin pressed himself closer, his slight weight and warm silk skin a delicious caress, and Dalamar groaned as he felt his lover's erection rub against his own. It was maddening, and he groaned against Raistlin's mouth, rising up a little on his knees to increase the pressure, arching and trembling.
Then he gasped and his eyes went wide as Raistlin reached down and pressed a finger inside him. His muscles clenched down against the intrusion, and Raistlin swallowed another groan, this one as much from pain as pleasure. The young mage ignored his discomfort, and forced a second finger inside his body. Dalamar pulled his mouth away from Raistlin's gasping for air, then crying out as Raistlin found the sweet spot inside him and pressed against it.
Raistlin laughed softly, dropping his head down to bite at the column of the elf's throat, Dalamar felt the reverberations against his skin, and gasped again at the sensation, his body being slowly pleasured both inside and out. He trembled as Raistlin started scissoring his fingers inside him, keeping time as his hands stroked over the head of Dalamar's erection. The Dark elf couldn't help it and choked back a low sob, biting down on Raistlin's shoulder to keep from crying out again. He was so close, he could feel the burning fire pooling in his belly as he approached the edge, and moaned helplessly as Raistlin slid a third finger inside him. He felt laid open and exposed and utterly possessed, his every motion planned and mapped as his lover played him artfully, toying with his pleasures.
Another stoke over his unbearably hard flesh, and again Raistlin rubbed his fingers again that place inside him, and stars dancing in front of his eyes. Dear sweet Gods, he was so close. He was lost, coherent thought flying to pieces. He thrust against uncontrollably against Raistlin's body, hands shaking, eyes closed as the edge approached, so close, so very close-
-And then Raistlin's slender, far-too-clever finger clenched hard around his erection, holding him back.
Dalamar's away flared open as release was abruptly denied to him, a cry of frustration and pain flying from his lips.
Raistlin smiled calmly, as though he wasn't blatantly torturing his lover, but nothing could conceal the mischievous triumph in his eyes. Dalamar opened his mouth to speak, to protest, only to give voice to an incoherent howl as the young mage drove his fingers inside him, drawing a burst of pleasure that would have sent him over the edge was those fingers not holding him so tightly.
Again, and Dalamar almost sobbed, his body twisting uncontrollably as he tried to find the release denied to him. Raistlin kissed him, trapping his lips with his own and preventing any further outbursts. He kept his fingers tight around Dalamar's straining erection, but stroked his thumb slowly over his hard shaft, rubbing teasingly over the slick head. That movement alone would have been enough to grant him release, and the pleasure flared suddenly into pain as Raistlin's nails dug in.
Raistlin pulled away from Dalamar's mouth, no doubt confident in having rendered his lover speechless, and slowly started to track his way down, over the ridge of his chin, down his neck- nipping at rigid tendons as Dalamar clenched his jaw- pausing a moment to nibble at the tender hollow at the base of his throat, and the time his hands kept Dalamar on the edge of release, pushing him over yet holding him back at the last instant.
Further down, rubbing his cheek against the elf's collarbone, tonguing a sweet nipple to hardness, tenderising the already sensitive flesh, pausing there. Dalamar was gasping, realising what Raistlin was planning but too far gone to help or hinder it, his hands clenched so tightly he could feel his nails drawing blood.
A new stab of pain as Raistlin sank his teeth into the hardened nub, and when he withdrew to turn his attention to it's twin, Dalamar could see a line of blood linking the two.
Again, with the second, licking and blowing, hot and cold, the fire in Dalamar's belly growing to a wildfire, his sob as much pain now as thwarted pleasure as again Raistlin sank his teeth into the pebbled flesh.
Finally, Raistlin abandoned his bloody work, and continued tracking down, pausing to bite and suck along the way, a half-dozen marks branding Dalamar as his.
As if worrying the elf was getting too relaxed, Raistlin shifted his fingers inside him, adding a fourth finger into the relaxed opening, and pressing up until Dalamar was crying out again. He clenched his teeth, looking down at his lover. Raistlin was smiling, looking back up at Dalamar, an almost malicious look in his eyes as he lowered himself onto his elbows, his hand sliding further down the elf's shaft, his grip tightening even more until Dalamar could feel his pulse beating under his fingers.
Dalamar looked at him pleadingly, unable to speak.
Raistlin just smiled, and leant in to take the swollen, dark head of the elf's erection into his mouth.
Dalamar's scream almost rattled the shutters, then almost before he could take a breath he cried out again as Raistlin forced his fingers yet deeper inside him. He could feel the young mage smiling around him, carefully taking him in deeper until his lips met his fist, then pulling back, allowing the elf's slick shaft to slip from his lips.
Dalamar couldn't even attempt to control himself any more, snatching hold of Raistlin's head, his hands knotting in his lover's white hair, too lost even to beg. Again, he felt Raistlin smile around his aching erection, lazily running his tongue from root to tip, tracing out the throbbing veins. Still teasingly moving his fingers inside the Dark elf, he bit down lightly on the head of Dalamar's shaft, evoking a new scream of mixed pleasure of pain. Dalamar dragged on Raistlin's hair, trembling and gasping until he thought he might just faint.
Finally, Raistlin took pity on his lover, releasing his crushing grip on the elf's erection, before taking him in his mouth again and sucking hard, simultaneously pressing against the sweet place inside him.
Dalamar didn't even scream, he didn't have enough air in his lungs, a low, choking sob escaping his lips and he found release at last, the whole world turning white under the force of his orgasm. He threw his head back, gasping, the pleasure so intense it was painful, spilling hot and burning into Raistlin's mouth as the tension racking him exploded out at last.
The white faded to grey as the strain faded, leaving him drained and dizzy, the world swam around him as he dragged in a lungful of air, everything swaying before his eyes. The grey turned into black and he was falling, the soft furs closing around him like clouds...
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Dalamar came back to himself slowly, his body drenched in sweat, the furs sticking to him uncomfortably. A hand stroked through his hair, his head was pillowed on a lap. Dalamar smiled and opened his eyes, looking up into Raistlin's smugly smiling face.
He was aware that he should be embarrassed at having fainted in the middle of an orgasm, or at least annoyed at Raistlin for managing to make him lose control quite so thoroughly, but he felt too relaxed and warm to bother.
Still smiling, still only half-awake, he curled up around Raistlin as best he could, nuzzling the human mage happily. He could smell his sweat and seed, and wondered how long he'd been unconscious for Raistlin to have found his own release.
His body ached pleasantly, sore and stretched, the various scratches and bite-marks stinging slightly. Raistlin's hands drifted over him, skimming over the various cuts and bruises covering his lover's body, prompting a surprised hiss of pain from the Dark elf. Raistlin continued stroking him, running his fingers through his hair and over his back and along his flanks, petting him as one would a cat, and Dalamar stretched and purred accordingly. The caresses were soothing and pleasant, easing the places left sore from their lovemaking and what residual discomfort was left.
Dalamar yawned, then reached up to pull Raistlin down beside him. The young mage paused for a moment, then obediently slid down, wrapping his golden arms around Dalamar's chest. The Dark elf yawned again, his stiff fingers closing over Raistlin's, and he closed his eyes as his lover pulled the blankets over them both.
Cuddled and warm, surrounded by soft blankets and the comforting body of his lover, Dalamar had no trouble in dropping back off to sleep.
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