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Not My Cup of Tea	By : lordoberon Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 10050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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NOT MY CUP OF TEA
A Narnia fic
by lordoberon
Chapter 5
Peter's POV continued
Edmund’s intense look said it all. He wanted inside Peter, and he wanted it desperately, but he wouldn’t go any further if Peter didn’t want to. Peter swallowed, hard, and closed his eyes. Did he want it go this far? He remembered what Aslan had said, and he remembered all of his fantasies. Most of them had had himself over Edmund, taking the dominant position. But now he had to admit, Edmund was the one with experience, and Edmund being dominant was actually quite good. Peter enjoyed it. And Edmund was looking at him now with a plea in his eyes. He really, really wanted this.
But he wouldn’t say anything. Not even, “Peter.” He seemed to know that even that might have the power to send Peter over the edge, into “yes”, and he wanted Peter to decide all on his own. Peter shivered as he wondered, what would it feel like? Would it hurt? Would he hate it? Would he love it?
He slid his hand down his own body, and grasped Edmund’s cock. The sensation made Edmund gasp, but Peter didn’t look at him. His body was pulsing hard and hot, his cock was heavy, and he did want more. He wanted to have this with Edmund – this bond, and the joy of sex, and all the love that Aslan had said it was okay for them to have for each other. He wanted all that intensity in Edmund’s gaze to be his forever and ever, not just in these moments in the car where they had shared joy in each other’s embrace.
“Yes,” he croaked out, before he could stop himself. “Please, Ed.”
Edmund licked his lips. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t say, “Are you sure?” He just nodded his head, slowly.
Then suddenly he was pressed up against Peter; his body was flush against Peter’s body, their sweat mingling. Peter could hear the panting of Edmund’s excited breath, smell the familiar scent of his brother, and the heat, oh it was consuming! It was all over Edmund, delicious against Peter, and most tense and delicious of all was the hard heat of his cock. It pressed up against Peter’s wet entrance, and Peter shut his eyes tight, and grabbed Edmund’s shoulder. He knew he bit on it in pain, knowing as if from some far distance place, as Edmund entered him in one sharp movement.
Edmund was inside of him. He was so hot. He was so hard. Peter opened his eyes and Edmund was looking at him with concern. He whispered to Peter, “You alright?”
Peter bit his lip, and nodded. He shut his eyes again as Edmund exited and then entered him again. He pushed in rough and quick again; a few times, he was rougher like this. Then, he entered slowly and tenderly, and murmured, “Peter. Peter, please look at me.” His voice seemed about to break.
Peter opened his eyes. Edmund looked like he was about to cry. Immediately Peter cursed himself for hurting Edmund. He was in pain, but it was going to be joy, wasn’t it? It was love, and therefore even the pain was good. He had enjoyed the pain Edmund had given him, until now – the bites, the scratches, the scrapes. He enjoyed some roughness. This was simply different than anything he had ever felt before. His body was being invaded. But it was Edmund! But it hurt. What could he say or do?
He pushed himself more against Edmund’s body, and his voice was throaty as he said, “Keep going, Ed. Keep going.”
So Edmund moved within him, slower, tender still, and Peter began to feel a bliss rise up within him. He began to feel joy in the way that Edmund filled him, in how close he was to Edmund’s hot, hard, cock. His own cock was aching, and every touch of Edmund’s belly against it, and Edmund’s thighs against his, was good. He opened his eyes again, and smiled at Edmund.
Encouraged, the brunette began to move faster into Peter. Peter heard himself groaning, suddenly, loudly, as that hard cock slammed home into that delicious spot inside him. He held onto Edmund’s arms, groaning his brother’s name, as Edmund’s cock pounded into him again and again. It felt good. Peter felt himself spiraling into some new place he had never been, and pleasure was rippling over him in waves and coursing through his every limb.
He twisted against Edmund, and Edmund moaned a delicious, soft noise against Peter. That wild tongue licked over Peter’s ears and his neck. Edmund thrust into Peter, and Peter had his hands on Edmund’s hips, groaning in time to Edmund’s movements.
He began to bite Edmund, biting his shoulders, biting his neck, and then he pushed up once, against Edmund. In response, his brother lifted his head up, and growled, “Again.” So Peter, loving the sound of that growl, pushed up again and again. Edmund growled more, louder, god he was loud against Peter. The brunette was roaring over Peter, harder and faster, as Peter was making his own sounds.
When he moved against Edmund equally faster, and clenched the walls of his body over Edmund’s sensitive cock, the brunette gasped, “Oh Peter…Pete!” and Peter did it again, and again, shoving his hips up so that their bodies slammed into each other. His cock was rubbing a wild friction against Edmund’s belly, and those hands were all over him – in his hair, over his arms, rubbing his back, his sides, and then suddenly Edmund’s hands had dived to touch his buttocks, and was pushing Peter against him so hard that Edmund’s cock brushed that sensitive spot hard and Peter shouted.
He enjoyed the way Edmund gasped his name as Edmund thrust into him and touched him all over. He enjoyed pressing his hands into Edmund’s hips, and the heat and sweat between them. Edmund was wild, shouting, and the more he became wild the more Peter did, too. He was pushing against his brother so much, and that cock was full and hard within him, he didn’t want it to ever leave him. He wanted all of Edmund, and he had it – those eyes burned with lust and love when Edmund lifted his head, and planted a kiss on Peter’s mouth.
Whispering Edmund’s name, Peter pushed his hands up against Edmund’s chest, and pushed Edmund back, so that now the brunette was lying against the car seat. He lifted his body up, slowly, slowly, and then slammed down. His body swallowed Edmund’s cock deliciously, and when he slammed home again, after lifting slowly, he heard Edmund whimper. He loved that sound.
Peter had his head thrown back, and he began to move faster over Edmund, to the sound of Edmund’s shouts. He was bouncing over Edmund now, jiggling, and he felt the slap of Edmund’s balls and the scrape of his thighs and Edmund’s hard, tense hands were holding onto his forearms, and he dug his fingers into the rippling of Edmund’s belly, feeling the muscles clench as Edmund thrust into him again and again.
Finally he slowed, slower, slower, until there was a sweet burn and slide to his movement. The burn was as he pulled up, and Edmund’s slick cock eased out of his body, and the slide was as he pushed down, and that heat and hardness, the long length and filling, slid into his body in one smooth, wet, gliding movement. Beneath him, Edmund was murmuring his name, and Peter knew he was groaning, and his fingers were teasing Edmund’s nipples with little rubbings and tweaks.
His head hung low over Edmund, and he watched that cock enter him again and again. His breath was harsh and fast in him, but he liked it, and he liked to see Edmund…lion’s mane, there had never been a more beautiful sight.
The sight alone almost sent him over the edge. Edmund’s body was spread out beneath him, and his thighs clenched hard against Peter. Beneath Peter, his torso glistened with sweat, his nipples were erect, and his red red mouth was glistening and swollen with biting. He breathed harshly through his nose, and his eyes were shut. His hair was a mess of darkness splashed over the car seat, and when Peter pushed down extra hard, Edmund pushed up, and his arms reached up to pull Peter to him.
For a moment Peter lay there. He took in the sweat and heat of Edmund’s body, the way Edmund swept sweaty tendrils of his hair from his forehead. He felt the softness of Edmund’s hands contrast with the hard lance of his cock, and that sweet mouth was kissing him, suckling over his tongue, and those teasing fingers were tracing a vein on his cock now, and Peter couldn’t breathe. He pulled out of the kiss, and as Edmund’s hand touched his aching cock with just light touches of his fingertips, Peter breathed, “Yes…yes.”
Edmund laughed. “Yes? You mean no. You don’t want it to end so soon, do you?” He looked up at Peter.
Peter pressed against Edmund again. “I don’t. I…I don’t know what I’ll do when we’re done.”
Edmund kissed Peter, slow and lustful, making both groan. Then he said, “We’re never done.”
Peter did not try to make sense of that. He liked the sound of it. He lifted himself up again, and then allowed Edmund to push him back, to dominate the scene. Edmund’s hands spread his legs wider apart, and he pushed into Peter with a moderate tempo, a steady rhythm. It gave them time to kiss, to lick, to listen to each other’s sounds, and Peter exulted in the heavy weight of Edmund inside him, in the burst of dizzy pleasure as Edmund’s cock hit that spot occasionally.
Then he felt the pleasure rising within him, higher and higher; he clenched against Edmund, and he wrapped his arms around his brother. There was nothing like this! Nothing had ever been this good. Groaning his brother’s name, he drowned in the sensations as Edmund slammed home again and again.
The leather seats were squeaking and he could smell the sweat and taste it on his tongue, and Edmund’s body was so hard and perfect against him. Those pale hands brushed over his chest and then Edmund was kissing him again, long and hard.
Peter came with a gasp, pulling back from the kiss, and at the same time Edmund threw his head back. He pushed within Peter a couple more times, and then suddenly a delicious heat and wet shot within Peter, hard and powerful, and at the same time Edmund was groaning and he pushed his head up against Peter’s chest. His fingertips were digging into Peter’s hips. Peter could feel Edmund’s hot, harsh breath against him. He shut his eyes as they fell from orgasm, and he was relieved that Edmund did not pull out of him or pull away.
They lay together like that for Peter knew not how long. It was a hot sweet jumble of panting breaths and their scents combining in the air around them. Peter enjoyed the heavy weight of his brother on top of him.
Just the fact that Edmund was like this, lying over him, after sex…wow. Peter had never thought he would get this, ever, and had never thought he would feel okay about getting it. But Aslan had made it okay, and god it had been good! He hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.
Lovingly, Peter stroked his fingers through Edmund’s hair. He whispered, “Ed…mmm…you were so good…thank you.”
He felt Edmund smile against him and then the brunette lifted his head up and looked at Peter. His smile was gorgeous, so pleased, and he looked beautiful with sweat beaded on his neck and tendrils of hair sticking to his skin. He looked delicious; he made Peter want to lick him all over. But…Peter did not want to move, ever, from this wonderful position.
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