Emptiness | By : Josephine1881 Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Slash Views: 8257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Four
It started rather harmlessly, with a kiss. Yet the moment his lips landed on mine I noticed it was more urgent than before. His tongue entered my mouth almost instantly, caressing my own lovingly. Amazed by the speed in which he proceeded all of a sudden I pressed my body against his. I wanted to feel more of him, all of him. But those annoying clothes were still in the way. Reluctantly I removed my hand from his cheek.
Erik threw me a questioning glance, and I pointed at my shirt wordlessly. After this brief reassurance the kiss went on just as wonderfully as before. I hastened to open the buttons, a task that was more successful than last time because they were bigger than those on the shirt I had worn three days ago. Then I took off the superfluous piece of clothing, pushing it to the edge of the bed. Maybe I’d have to lie on it later, but at the moment all that counted was that it didn’t keep me from being as close to him as I could.
We had to break the kiss for a few seconds as we both slipped out of our underwear. And then we could finally feel each other’s body without clothes. Hastily we wrapped our arms and legs around each other in any way we could think of. All that mattered was making as much physical contact as possible. We lay quite still. I hardly dared breathe, afraid of breaking the moment. It was like… remembering. Could I have really missed something I had only had once before? But then, his body already felt so familiar: the muscular legs and the strong chest… not to mention the part on between.
Yet it was exactly that part which attracted my attention. With a quick motion Erik brought his manhood together with mine, so that they were rubbing against each other. Oh, what a lovely friction it caused! I couldn’t keep myself from moaning loudly. Anxiously I glanced at him to see what he thought about the open display of my feelings. “Yes,” he whispered. “Let me hear how much you enjoy it…” His words sounded so sensual that I almost came right there and then. Pulling myself together I moved my hips more and more quickly…
But suddenly the friction was gone. It took my mind a moment to realise Erik was no longer in the same position as before. He had slid down my body a little, so that his face was on the same level as my throat. “What…?” I muttered, too puzzled to decide whether to be curious or disappointed. “I told you I want to try something new,” he replied in a hot whisper against my skin, motioning me to lie on my back. The events of the last minutes had kept me so distracted that I had nearly forgotten all about it. Yet as I looked down at him the excitement clearly gained the upper hand. If the thing he planned was half as good as what we had just been doing, it was worth the attempt. And if it wasn’t, we could always do something else, couldn’t we? So I nodded encouragingly.
He pressed a kiss to my throat. I liked it, but wasn’t sure what to think as he reached out and pulled away the blanket, throwing it to the ground. I glanced at him nervously, seized by a wave of bashfulness. True, it was rather dark. But then, it had been enough to see Erik’s face. So he’d also be able to see whatever physical flaws I had. “What are you doing?” I asked. “It is too hot under the blanket. I don’t want to suffocate down here,” he explained. Again I nodded, even though I was not much wiser than before. If only I had had an idea of what he was about to do!
His mouth left a wet trail on my skin as he moved further downwards, over my clean-shaven throat and along my collarbone till it came to one of my nipples. I inhaled sharply as he licked over the tiny bud, making it grow erect as once, just like the other one, which was currently unattended. He seemed to notice that fact as well, for in the next moment his fingers were caressing the nipple tenderly. I couldn’t decide whether I liked his hand or his mouth better. Both sensations were wonderful, especially when he changed the positions and I suddenly felt his tongue on my other nipple. “Oh Erik,” I breathed. I hadn’t even known this part of my body was that sensitive.
By the time his mouth wandered down my chest I was already panting slightly, wondering how much better it could get. He circled my navel briefly, but his ultimate goal seemed to be a different spot. My member twitched. Did it know something I didn’t? Then everything fell into place. “Erik, are you going to… to put your lips on my… my thing?” I blurted out.
Up to now I had only been able to see the top of his head, but hearing my question he looked up. “Your thing? What a precise description,” he remarked with a smirk. “If you’re referring to your penis, that’s what I’m going to do… unless you don’t want me to, that is…” During his last words the expression on his face had lost some of its self-confidence. It was almost as if he was worried I might reject him.
Of course I had no intention to do that. My body was tingling with the sensations he had already caused, and the prospect that things would get better even increased these feelings. “Just do it then,” I whispered. He smiled at me briefly and moved further down. Now that I knew what he’d do, I waited with baited breath for his mouth to make contact with my manhood.
But it didn’t happen. Even when his head was in just the right position, he didn’t do anything… but looking at my member. I had been a little embarrassed when he had pulled away the blanket, yet it was nothing compared to how I felt now. My cheeks flushed scarlet, and my erection decreased considerably. “I like to see what I’m doing,” Erik told me before I could ask. He eyed my manhood with something that could only be called ´scientific interest´. “No reason for being shy,” he muttered. “It looks better than those I’ve seen during my dissections.”
“What a lovely compliment,” I murmured, uncertain whether to laugh or shout at him. So my manhood looked better than that of a corpse. If that wouldn’t make me die a happy man, what would? “I didn’t mean it in an offensive way,” he hastened to assure me. “On the contrary. It’s a pleasure to look at you, Raoul. You’re a very handsome man.” If it had been possible, I’d have blushed even more. Admittedly I had heard that quite a few times. But hearing it from a sister or an elderly aunt was not the same as hearing it from Erik, who wasn’t exactly well-known for his charm. Compared to his first attempt, he had improved very much, though.
Smiling I opened my mouth to say ´Thank you.´. Yet what actually came over my lips sounded more like “Thank y-oooh!”, for in this moment he seemed to have decided to stop looking and start acting. A first lick along my whole length made my hips jerk forwards. “Steady, boy,” he muttered, wrapping his fingers around the base of my manhood to hold it in place. Then he continued moving his tongue up and down my shaft.
I tried my best to hold still, but it became increasingly difficult. The most wonderful sensations were twirling inside me. Suddenly the decision between hand and tongue was easy: Nothing could feel better than this mouth. My whole body seemed to be more alive than before, more aware of every tiny movement. I noticed his fingertips squeezing my member every so softly and his breath on my skin. Yet the most important feeling was that of his lips closing around the tip of my manhood and gliding further upwards. I moaned deeply.
It was good… deliciously good… too good. I wished it could have gone on like this forever, yet even with my mind practically bloodless I knew that was impossible. Despite the fact that he had only started such a short while before, I couldn’t prolong my climax. “Erik!” I cried, almost desperately. His reaction was unexpected, yet instant: He removed his lips from my member moments before I came. For a split-second I wondered why he had done that, but when my release took charge, there was no time for thinking. It was so powerful that my body shook like a dry leaf in the autumn wind. My fingers dug deep into the soft mattress as the seed shot out of my manhood.
Erik didn’t let go of me until it was over. When I was only twitching slightly, he got up and walked to a door behind which probably was the bathroom. “What are you doing?” I called, angry at myself because I sounded like a little child. But I still felt very weak and vulnerable from my climax and didn’t want to be alone now. “Just cleaning myself,” he replied. Letting my hand wander over the dry sheet I realised I had come all over him. Finally I also understood why he had not kept his mouth on me till the end. I felt a bit embarrassed. But then, where else should I have come?
I listened into the darkness, but heard nothing but strange sounds muffled by the wall between the bathroom and this room. A few minutes later he returned to the bed. I had used the time to regain control over my rapid breathing and the racing heartbeat. Besides, I had thrown our underwear and my shirt to the floor. Now he covered us with the blanket and settled down in my readily outstretched arms. We both had to lie on our sides, for there wasn’t enough space to lie on our backs, yet I appreciated it, and Erik didn’t seem to mind either. I hadn’t even asked whether I could stay for the night. Certain things went without saying.
Brushing my lips over his temple I whispered: “Thank you for doing that for me.”. “You’re welcome,” he gave back. “What you’ve done for me was so much more…” Understanding the subtle hint I brought my hand to his cheek again. He gave a content little sigh. As I didn’t want him so start thanking me again, I quickly changed the topic. “Would you like me to… you know, return the favour?” I asked shyly, almost hoping he’d decline my offer. As much as I wanted to make him feel good, I was afraid of hurting him.
To my relief he shook his head. “Certainly… but not at the moment,” he answered. “I knew you’d be too tired afterwards. So I’ve already… taken care of myself…” “Oh,” I made. Now I knew what else he had done in the bathroom. I had to admit that I was positively surprised. Who’d have thought that this man could be selfless? Involuntarily the touch of my hand grew even more tender as I caressed his cheek.
He had been right: I was exhausted. Still there was something else I wanted to ask him before I could even think of falling asleep. “Erik, how did you know how this kind of thing was done?” I mean… I wouldn’t have known it…” I bit my lip, not daring to look into his eyes. What if he’d tell me that ´everyone´ knew such things? I was reminded of a similar conversation with my brother, in which I had asked him how to kiss a girl. ´It’s pure instinct. No thinking involved. If you can’t do it properly the first time, you won’t ever do it properly.´ Philippe’s words were still vivid in my mind.
Yet Erik seemed to regard my questions as completely normal. “Well, I read a lot,” he replied. “Of course I’d have never thought I’d actually need those things one day, but I read about them anyway. I have books about everything, so it would have been wrong to leave out one topic, wouldn’t it?” It almost sounded like a justification. “Yes,” I agreed. “But can you really learn such things from books only?” “One can learn many things,” he said. “Yet from a certain point on I simply had to think about what I’d like myself. Fortunately I have a vivid imagination.”
His explanation made me feel relieved. So there weren’t only people who knew how to do these things from the beginning and those who’d never learn it. Still I was a little anxious. “What if I won’t be able to do it as well as you when it’ll be my turn?” I asked in a small voice. “Then we’ll try it again,” he answered matter-of-factly, as if that was the most logical response in the world. “You shouldn’t worry about that now anyway, but fall asleep immediately. Boys of your age need to be well-rested in the morning.” For a moment I considered commenting on his remark, but then I preferred kissing him. It was less exhausting.
Carefully removing my hand I pressed my lips to both of his cheeks, letting them linger a little longer on the right one. Then I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. “Goodnight Erik,” I muttered, letting my hand wander over his back slowly. “Goodnight Raoul,” he gave back, kissing my forehead softly. I was almost asleep when a thought pushed itself to the front of my mind: When Erik had gone to the bathroom he had walked past the table. It would have been easy for him to fetch his mask, but he hadn’t done so. And I was glad about it. A content smile was on my lips as I drifted off to sleep, barely aware of his arms around me.
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