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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Apocalyptica
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,894
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Apocalyptica. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Noises
Title: Noises
Author: Nen-Rekh
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Nothing gained. No harm, disrespect or foul intended. Please don't sue.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: noises in the night
Notes: This is a challange from another list I used to be a member of. So, while I'm stealing the question, the answer is all mine.
Q: What kinds of noises--if any--do you make in bed? Are you a talker? A groaner? A heavy breather? A curser? Come on...we want examples!
A: Eicca... from the moment he touches me, he's talking. His full, soft lips brushing against my ear as his deep, rumbling voice murmurs all the things he wants to do to me.
It's like rolling thunder in the distance and it turns me on to the point of no control. I can't resist him anything when he's telling me how much he wants me, how he can't wait to be inside me. And then he is, inside me that is, and he tells me what it feels like, every detail to the point that I can almost share the sensation with him. Add to that my own feeling of being stretched and filled with him and the duality of it is mind shattering.
Through out it all, he keeps talking to me. Telling me he loves me, how he wants to bend me over and take me on stage during a gig. I can only gasp and wrap my arms around him, clinging to him as he pounds into me. It's only when he is close to coming that his voice falters and he gathers my body up tighter in his arms, drawing me closer to him before he picks up speed. His lips still against my ear, great gasping breaths echoing in my head as we both start to come. I know that I squeal and shriek like a banshee -my throat is always raw afterwards- but Eicca... my Eicca... he is nearly silent. It's as though his lungs lock up and for what seems like forever, the room is filled only with my screams and his quivering, straining body.
With a sudden burst of hot air assaulting my ear, he lets go of the breath he was holding and relaxes against me. My arms still wrapped around his back, my body still cocooned by his. We are sated once more. Until next time, when he looks up at me, cocks his head to the left just a bit and says in that deep voice so full of promise, "Come here, Perttu."
I always obey.
The End
Author: Nen-Rekh
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Nothing gained. No harm, disrespect or foul intended. Please don't sue.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: noises in the night
Notes: This is a challange from another list I used to be a member of. So, while I'm stealing the question, the answer is all mine.
Q: What kinds of noises--if any--do you make in bed? Are you a talker? A groaner? A heavy breather? A curser? Come on...we want examples!
A: Eicca... from the moment he touches me, he's talking. His full, soft lips brushing against my ear as his deep, rumbling voice murmurs all the things he wants to do to me.
It's like rolling thunder in the distance and it turns me on to the point of no control. I can't resist him anything when he's telling me how much he wants me, how he can't wait to be inside me. And then he is, inside me that is, and he tells me what it feels like, every detail to the point that I can almost share the sensation with him. Add to that my own feeling of being stretched and filled with him and the duality of it is mind shattering.
Through out it all, he keeps talking to me. Telling me he loves me, how he wants to bend me over and take me on stage during a gig. I can only gasp and wrap my arms around him, clinging to him as he pounds into me. It's only when he is close to coming that his voice falters and he gathers my body up tighter in his arms, drawing me closer to him before he picks up speed. His lips still against my ear, great gasping breaths echoing in my head as we both start to come. I know that I squeal and shriek like a banshee -my throat is always raw afterwards- but Eicca... my Eicca... he is nearly silent. It's as though his lungs lock up and for what seems like forever, the room is filled only with my screams and his quivering, straining body.
With a sudden burst of hot air assaulting my ear, he lets go of the breath he was holding and relaxes against me. My arms still wrapped around his back, my body still cocooned by his. We are sated once more. Until next time, when he looks up at me, cocks his head to the left just a bit and says in that deep voice so full of promise, "Come here, Perttu."
I always obey.
The End