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A RUMOR OF PEACE	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Roark looked up at him, a slow smile twisting his lips. "If only for this night, Rodolphus, I am not a Colonial Warrior...a Counter-Intelligence Officer. For tonight, I am just a man...just Roark, and I want you very badly. If this night is all I can have with you, then so be it, I will not regret it."
He bent and brushed his lips over Roarks, murmuring, "Nor will I. For this night, I am not a Terminator who has been hired to kill you. For this night, Roark, I am just a man who wants you very badly, and I intend to make your first time one you will never forget."
Reaching out to his left, he pulled open the drawer of his bedside table. Reaching in, he pulled something out that he handed to him. "Then I think you will be needing this."
Rodolphus took the plastic bottle from his hand. saw it was lubricant. Grinning himself, he popped the cap, poured some of the slick substance into his palm, began to spread it liberally over himself, and then after he poured a little more onto his fingers, he closed the cap, and tossed it onto the nightstand.
Bending, he took Roark's lips, catching his gasp as his fingers moved to his hole. As his kiss deepened further, tongue thrusting in to explore, to duel with his tongue, a single finger easing into that so tight hole, pulling out, then returning, a second finger joining the first when he felt he was ready for it. Ending one kiss, only to claim another, fingers moving in and out, twisting, turning one way, then the other, preparing him.
Once he was sure he was ready for him, he pulled his fingers out of him, slid his hands under those taut ass cheeks, he lifted him just enough to line himself up, then begin to press into him. Roark jerked out of the kiss with a soft cry as he felt himself invaded, stretched to take him into him as he began to thrust, in...out...in, easing deeper with each inward thrust.
"Rodolphus," he moaned, his head moving on his pillow. "Oh..." he breathed, his silver eyes widening, "Gods, Dolph...PLEASE," he moaned, pain and pleasure mingling.
"So tight," he groaned as the heat he was sliding into opened to him further with each inward thrust. "So damn tight, and so hot, you feel like you'll burn me," he continued, voice growing deeper, huskier, watching those bright silver eyes for any real pain.
Seeing only discomfort, for which he was very glad, he settled him back onto the bed, his movements slow as he leaned over him, nibbling at his bottom lip.
"You feel so big," he moaned, looking up into those sherry eyes, giving a soft cry as Rodolphus went deeper into him. "OH! Yes," he moaned, "I can feel you stretching me, opening me to take more of you."
"Any pain?" he asked, breath catching on a gasp as Roark shifted his hips on his next inward thrust.
Roark could only shake his head, crying out as he arched, the thrusts in and out of him beginning to come easier, the pleasure of his movements building. "No. No pain," he moaned, "just a stretching burn each time you do deeper. I never thou--GODS!!" he gasped sharply, back arching, head pressing back into his pillow. "Never thought this would feel so good. Rodolphus, for the love of Kobol, just TAKE me already!" he cried out, arms lifting for him.
Take him he did.
Thrusting the last few inches into him to bury himself completely. He captured those reaching hands, twining their fingers as he thrust into him again, hearing his cry, feeling him arch into him. Again. And yet again, until he was thrusting in and out of him in a steady rhythm.
"Roark..." he groaned, "fuck...yes..."
"Yes...Oh Gods, yes," he moaned, head beginning to thrash on his pillow as the pleasure built even further. "So good," he gasped. "That feels so...oo good," he gasped out, his body beginning to answer the movement within him, sweat building on them both, beading on their foreheads, at their temples, on their chests. "Rodolphus...PLEASE!!"
"So beautiful," he rasped breathlessly, movements coming faster, harder as he lowered himself to cover him completely, blanketing him. "That's it...come to me. Reach out for it. Fuck, Roark, you are so stunningly gorgeous in your passion."
"Rodolphus," he moaned, then gave a deep cry as the pleasure of his movements flooded him, the thrusts coming even harder, even faster, even deeper if that were possible. His breathing, already coming in pants, became ragged, his body reaching for...something. "PLEASE!!" he almost screamed, arching up into his thrusts.
"Don't be afraid of it. Just accept the pleasure. Let it take you. Feel me moving in you, taking me so deeply," he gasped out, lifting his head to look down at that deeply flushed face, silver eyes brightly sparkling as the pleasure built...and built. "That's IT, Roark. More," he groaned. "Dear sweet Gods, I must have more from you. Give me all of you," he grunted as he thrust hard into him, finding that special place within him that had him screaming, his body tensing.
Roark suddenly found himself afraid of everything he was feeling, wanting to pull himself back as his body continued to climb that precipice, growing tighter, tauter, reaching for something he didn't really understand, only knew that for some unexplainable reason, was afraid of it. "I...GODS, so...oo good, but...can't," he moaned suddenly. "Rodolphus...please, I can't."
He knew then, and his thrusts slowed, allowing the pleasure to ease a bit. "Shh..." he murmured, pulling his hands free, fingers moving to smooth the backs over his hot cheek, moving up to brush back wet strands of midnight hair as he began to come down. "You don't have to be afraid of it. Just relax, Roark, let yourself go. You won't fall alone," he breathed as his thrusts began to come faster again, unable to stop himself from reaching for the orgasm he was building toward, of driving Roark toward his own.
"Rodolphus."
"Trust me in this, if you trust nothing else."
"I do," he moaned as his thrusts into him had him climbing all over again. Harder. Faster. He was taking him up all over again until he was moaning continuously, gasping and crying out as his body grew tight again, his legs lifting to wrap around those powerfully pumping hips, hands lifting until his palms were pressed against his headboard, a headboard that was now smacking against the wall.
"I...I...YES! GODS, PLEASE!!"
Faster. Harder. Deeper. Taking him. Possessing him. Demanding that he come to him. "Now," he grunted with each thrust that shortened the closer they came to their orgasm. "Come for me. NOW!!"
He screamed out his name as his body arched into a thrust that slammed into him, hitting that place in him that had his body splintering, the pleasure slamming into him, releasing him.
Rodolphus let loose a deep cry as he thrust deeply and came, flooding Roark with his release, even as Roark's came between their pressed bodies.
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