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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Apocalyptica
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,514
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1
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0
Currently Reading:
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Happy Birthday Antero
Title: Happy Birthday, Antero
Author: Nen-Rekh
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Perttu gives Antero something
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. They don't
feed/dress/house me. No disrespect, harm or foul
intended.
Warning: Idea spawned, concieved and hatched in under
2 hours. Unbeta'd. You've been warned. }-)
****************
"Antero."
Blinking, I looked up at the sound of my name. What did he want? Couldn't he see I was ... Ohhh...
My thoughts ground to a halt at the vision of Perttu standing before me. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Hell, even at his worst, heaving his toenails up, spotty face and hair badly needing a wash, he was still gorgeous.
Right now, though, he was a vision straight out of heaven.
From the top of his fluffy, disarrayed to perfection hair, down to his bare feet, he looked utterly and completely wonderful.
His hands were behind his back and he had a grin on his face. The sort of grin that a person would have if they had a surprise to share and was about to burst with the wait of revealing it. That look on any other face would make me curious, but on Perttu, that look was frightening. God only knew what sort of surprise Perttu would have in store.
As I continued to stare at him, he strode towards me, his hips rolling in that loose, feline way that makes me want to fall to the floor and worship his body. His hands held behind his back only seemed to thrust his hips forward even more. I watched, intently.
The black leather fitted around him stretched and shifted with each movement. As he came closer, I could literally see the crotch area growing tighter.
When he stood directly in front of me, I became aware that my lips had parted so that I might breathe better and they were dry. My tongue flickered out to moisten them; the bulge in his pants twitched, grew.
"Ana." At his husky whisper, I slowly let my gaze travel up his body, admiring the scenery along the way before I met his bright green eyes.
I was paralyzed beneath his stare, the power he held over me was enough to steal the strength from my body. Yet, one part of me, the part that was, at this very moment, trying to break free from my own trousers, was definitely not feeling weak.
The disturbingly cute smirk on his face grew into a full-fledged grin that always made my heart leap as he pulled his hands into view. In one hand, he held a big, frothy bow made of multi-colored, curly ribbons. Lots of them. It was huge. He slapped the thing on his head even as he crawled into my lap, his leather clad thighs straddling mine.
Taking my face in his hands, he pulled me to him and kissed the breath right out of me. I was left gasping, my heart hammering and my cock, oh God, it was positively aching.
"Happy Birthday, 'Tero."
I looked up at him then. Really looked. His eyes were sparkling with a gleeful happiness that I hadn't seen in a while. He looked quite pleased with himself. His hair, grown out to a length that was perfect for tangling my fingers in, was hanging in soft, shimmering waves around his face and shoulders. For once, his face was free of make-up. He looked fresh and clean, little boy innocent and happy. The big, silly bow on his head made me laugh.
"Kiitos, Kulta." I leaned towards him, his chest was right at eye level and so I kissed it, right above his heart.
I was feeling sappy, so sue me. His antics always make me all gooey and silly.
On impulse, I turned my head, swiping my tongue over his left nipple. Immediately, there were fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. I grinned against his skin. He's always so responsive to my touch. I love it.
I slipped my hands down, deftly unfastening his leather pants, spreading the fly open. Looking down, I watched as my fingers coaxed his erection free from its confines. It didn't take much convincing really, it was solid and heavy in my hand as I slid the foreskin back. The head was purpled and beaded with pre-cum. As I traced my fingertips over his satin skin, I felt his own fingers resting on the back of my neck, warm and somehow encouraging.
I continued to caress him, watching his stomach muscles quiver as his hips made small, helpless thrusts into my hands. His breath was coming in soft whimpers and gasps; it made me burn for him.
"Stand up," I whispered.
Placing my hands on his hips, I helped him from my lap so that he was standing in front of me. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, supporting himself as I leaned forward, capturing him in my mouth. He was both thicker and longer than the so-called 'average man', which, in my mind, was fitting. Perttu was far beyond average in every way.
With some slow patience and determination, I managed to pull most of his length into my mouth. The head was lodged against the back of my throat and I struggled to keep from gagging on him. I let my tongue lave the underside as one hand stroked the remaining length; the other I used to cup his balls, rolling them in my palm.
When I touched one fingertip gently to his clenched opening, he gasped sharply, his hips twitched forward and his cock swelled.
"Ana. Vittu. Stop." God, I loved hearing his voice like that, breathless, desperate and completely lacking control. I pulled back, looking up at him.
He was flushed, his eyes dark with lust. "You shouldn't, I mean, it's your birthday. This isn't about me..."
I smiled up at him, my hands never ceasing in their stroking. "Who said this was about you?"
"But... I mean..." He fumbled to a clumsy halt, unable to concentrwithwith my hands on him. His eyes drifted shut on a moan as I pumped his cock rhythmically. My fingers were becoming slick with his pre-come and my spit.
"Now, may I get on with sucking your cock as you so rudely interrupted me?" I was being cheeky and his eyes popped open to stare at me before he replied, desperation coloring his voice.
"Please!"
In one smooth motion, I slid my mouth over his length as I pressed one slick finger into his ass. Swallowing as much of him down my throat as I could, I crooked my finger, probing against the bundle of nerves inside him.
His hands clasped my shoulders, his fingertips digging in painfully as his hips jerked. I felt his cock throb once, twice, and he gasped my name before a strong surge of salty, thick liquid burst against the back of my mouth. I swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose a single drop of him.
I caught him against me as his body sagged; I kne woe would be close to faintingllinlling him into my lap, I held him close as he recovered his strength. I brushed his hair back from his face, letting the golden waterfall slip through my fingers, watching his pale face carefully.
When he finally spoke, his voice was soft. "Why did you do that for me? It was supposed to be about pleasing you."
Pulling him closer, I wrapped my arms firmly around him. "It did please me. Watching you, tasting you, feeling you ond ond under my touch. That pleases me tha than anything else on this earth."
"Oh." I seemed to have shocked him into silence, for he said no more.
"Sleep, Kulta, you need to rest." Placing a gentle kiss on his lips, I cradled him against my chest, immersing myself in the feel of his body against mine as he slept.
THE END
Author: Nen-Rekh
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Perttu gives Antero something
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. They don't
feed/dress/house me. No disrespect, harm or foul
intended.
Warning: Idea spawned, concieved and hatched in under
2 hours. Unbeta'd. You've been warned. }-)
****************
"Antero."
Blinking, I looked up at the sound of my name. What did he want? Couldn't he see I was ... Ohhh...
My thoughts ground to a halt at the vision of Perttu standing before me. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Hell, even at his worst, heaving his toenails up, spotty face and hair badly needing a wash, he was still gorgeous.
Right now, though, he was a vision straight out of heaven.
From the top of his fluffy, disarrayed to perfection hair, down to his bare feet, he looked utterly and completely wonderful.
His hands were behind his back and he had a grin on his face. The sort of grin that a person would have if they had a surprise to share and was about to burst with the wait of revealing it. That look on any other face would make me curious, but on Perttu, that look was frightening. God only knew what sort of surprise Perttu would have in store.
As I continued to stare at him, he strode towards me, his hips rolling in that loose, feline way that makes me want to fall to the floor and worship his body. His hands held behind his back only seemed to thrust his hips forward even more. I watched, intently.
The black leather fitted around him stretched and shifted with each movement. As he came closer, I could literally see the crotch area growing tighter.
When he stood directly in front of me, I became aware that my lips had parted so that I might breathe better and they were dry. My tongue flickered out to moisten them; the bulge in his pants twitched, grew.
"Ana." At his husky whisper, I slowly let my gaze travel up his body, admiring the scenery along the way before I met his bright green eyes.
I was paralyzed beneath his stare, the power he held over me was enough to steal the strength from my body. Yet, one part of me, the part that was, at this very moment, trying to break free from my own trousers, was definitely not feeling weak.
The disturbingly cute smirk on his face grew into a full-fledged grin that always made my heart leap as he pulled his hands into view. In one hand, he held a big, frothy bow made of multi-colored, curly ribbons. Lots of them. It was huge. He slapped the thing on his head even as he crawled into my lap, his leather clad thighs straddling mine.
Taking my face in his hands, he pulled me to him and kissed the breath right out of me. I was left gasping, my heart hammering and my cock, oh God, it was positively aching.
"Happy Birthday, 'Tero."
I looked up at him then. Really looked. His eyes were sparkling with a gleeful happiness that I hadn't seen in a while. He looked quite pleased with himself. His hair, grown out to a length that was perfect for tangling my fingers in, was hanging in soft, shimmering waves around his face and shoulders. For once, his face was free of make-up. He looked fresh and clean, little boy innocent and happy. The big, silly bow on his head made me laugh.
"Kiitos, Kulta." I leaned towards him, his chest was right at eye level and so I kissed it, right above his heart.
I was feeling sappy, so sue me. His antics always make me all gooey and silly.
On impulse, I turned my head, swiping my tongue over his left nipple. Immediately, there were fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. I grinned against his skin. He's always so responsive to my touch. I love it.
I slipped my hands down, deftly unfastening his leather pants, spreading the fly open. Looking down, I watched as my fingers coaxed his erection free from its confines. It didn't take much convincing really, it was solid and heavy in my hand as I slid the foreskin back. The head was purpled and beaded with pre-cum. As I traced my fingertips over his satin skin, I felt his own fingers resting on the back of my neck, warm and somehow encouraging.
I continued to caress him, watching his stomach muscles quiver as his hips made small, helpless thrusts into my hands. His breath was coming in soft whimpers and gasps; it made me burn for him.
"Stand up," I whispered.
Placing my hands on his hips, I helped him from my lap so that he was standing in front of me. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, supporting himself as I leaned forward, capturing him in my mouth. He was both thicker and longer than the so-called 'average man', which, in my mind, was fitting. Perttu was far beyond average in every way.
With some slow patience and determination, I managed to pull most of his length into my mouth. The head was lodged against the back of my throat and I struggled to keep from gagging on him. I let my tongue lave the underside as one hand stroked the remaining length; the other I used to cup his balls, rolling them in my palm.
When I touched one fingertip gently to his clenched opening, he gasped sharply, his hips twitched forward and his cock swelled.
"Ana. Vittu. Stop." God, I loved hearing his voice like that, breathless, desperate and completely lacking control. I pulled back, looking up at him.
He was flushed, his eyes dark with lust. "You shouldn't, I mean, it's your birthday. This isn't about me..."
I smiled up at him, my hands never ceasing in their stroking. "Who said this was about you?"
"But... I mean..." He fumbled to a clumsy halt, unable to concentrwithwith my hands on him. His eyes drifted shut on a moan as I pumped his cock rhythmically. My fingers were becoming slick with his pre-come and my spit.
"Now, may I get on with sucking your cock as you so rudely interrupted me?" I was being cheeky and his eyes popped open to stare at me before he replied, desperation coloring his voice.
"Please!"
In one smooth motion, I slid my mouth over his length as I pressed one slick finger into his ass. Swallowing as much of him down my throat as I could, I crooked my finger, probing against the bundle of nerves inside him.
His hands clasped my shoulders, his fingertips digging in painfully as his hips jerked. I felt his cock throb once, twice, and he gasped my name before a strong surge of salty, thick liquid burst against the back of my mouth. I swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose a single drop of him.
I caught him against me as his body sagged; I kne woe would be close to faintingllinlling him into my lap, I held him close as he recovered his strength. I brushed his hair back from his face, letting the golden waterfall slip through my fingers, watching his pale face carefully.
When he finally spoke, his voice was soft. "Why did you do that for me? It was supposed to be about pleasing you."
Pulling him closer, I wrapped my arms firmly around him. "It did please me. Watching you, tasting you, feeling you ond ond under my touch. That pleases me tha than anything else on this earth."
"Oh." I seemed to have shocked him into silence, for he said no more.
"Sleep, Kulta, you need to rest." Placing a gentle kiss on his lips, I cradled him against my chest, immersing myself in the feel of his body against mine as he slept.
THE END