The Hutch Expands as Needed
Feb. 16th, 2007 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillI discovered this when I went down to the Hutch to see how my bunnies were doing (answer: very well, thank you) and found that it had gotten bigger. On its own. I didn't even know it could get bigger, much less doing it without my knowledge. But there's room for half a dozen new bunnies.
I brought bagels to work today. That went over well. I also found out where my money was (in the bank account of a seven-year-old in Virginia, because they transposed two digits of my SSN) and the check is in the mail.
Title: Incoherency, adj.
Fandom: Forsaken RP, owned by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sorakachan, admantius_art, cye_nako and darkangel009
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angel/demon yaoi; don't like, don't read
This was a fact that everything else seemed to know instinctively but was always a surprise to angels discovering it for the first time: wings, the entire surface of them, were an erogenous zone.
Soraka shuddered again as Admantius ran a gentle hand from the ridge where his wings met his body all the way down his metacarpal. Others had done the same thing before, of course, he needed to bathe, but not like this. Never like this.
“Feathers,” commented Admantius.
Another thing about angelic wings is that they are bloody huge. A hawk, not even half the weight of an angel in full armor, requires a seven-foot wingspan and millions of years of evolution to stay in the air. Angels don’t have that, so they have to make do with the next best thing: surface area, and lots of it. Soraka’s primaries were a foot and a half long, and he felt every inch of it when Admantius began a gentle motion that was like preening in the same way that that the ocean is like a bowl of water.
At the end of thirty seconds–two feathers–he was panting. At the end of a minute, a low moan burbled over his lips. At the end of two minutes, he wasn’t even coherent enough for that.
Admantius, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. Doing this with Sora was still new, still a discovery and a gift every time. Still a question and an answer and the cold fire of riding a comet.
He was not going to think about the waves of energy coming off of Sora. He was not. Because if he did, his brain would melt out his ears and the rest of him was going to follow it onto the floor, and he didn’t want that to happen. This was for Sora; this was teach him that not how good it could be. So he hummed little, pulled the warm body closer to his own, and ran long fingers through wings.
Sometime later, after they’d managed to get each other out of their clothing, onto the bed, and Sora was so aroused that it was almost painful, Admantius murmured, “Hey angel, wanna try something new?”
He was dragged down into a quite ravenous kiss.
Eventually, softly, “What did you have in mind?”
Sora, quite carefully, did not freak out when Ada made the suggestion. There were still . . . memories that he could not forget, but Ada was different. He knew Ada would not hurt him. He knew that, whatever happened, it would feel good. Ada hadn’t lied to him yet about how good these things felt, unless understating could be called lying. He trusted Ada.
“Yes,” he said simply.
And it did feel odd at first, while Ada explained that there was no reason that this should hurt if they took their time and there was no such thing as too much lube and what the Hell had Ada just touched?
“That would be your prostate,” the demon pointed out helpfully as Sora bucked and writhed. The noises Sora was making weren’t bad either.
After a few torturous minutes, Sora managed to find his voice. “Admantius, I swear if you stop now I’ll–!!”
“You’ll do what?” smirked Admantius, and a second finger joined the first.
“Ada–” Just getting two syllables out was a problem.
“Just kidding,” and he withdrew his fingers. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Ada!”
“This will sting a little,” and then in one long, smooth motion–which, yes, did sting–Ada entered him and suddenly there was no room in his mind left for processing anything other than the sensation.
“Ad–” he began. And then Ada moved. “Oh!”
Ada grinned. Reducing an angel to monosyllabacy was fun! Although he was having more than a little trouble staying in control himself. Sora was . . . he rapidly considered and discarded the words hot and velvety and instead settled on perfect.
He had just decided this when Sora reached up and started touching, hands gliding over every available surface and a few that wouldn’t have been in a human. His tail, which humans didn’t even see; his horns, and he suddenly he found himself losing the ability to speak as well. The cave wasn’t silent, not by a long shot, but the noises weren’t the kind to be found publicly and in polite company.
It ended as it had to. Sora’s wings snapped open to their fullest extent, which took up the entire bed and most of the room as well, and the energy that hit Ada was enough to send him over the edge too. Flying or falling, it went on for what seemed like ages longer than it should have, ages longer than it could have. Flying or falling, they wrapped themselves in each other and it was like measuring the length of a circle, going round and round . . .
Afterward, Sora felt no particular need to move; Ada considerately positioned him so that he wouldn’t wake up with cramps everywhere in addition to what he’d be feeling anyway. The half-angel was mostly asleep by the time Ada curled up around him, but he was still awake enough to respond to Ada’s, “Hey, angel?”
“Mmm?”
“You’re glowing.”
I'd have more, really I would, but today was full of BS and I'm not in much of a creative mood. On the plus side, chaulnt tonight!
I brought bagels to work today. That went over well. I also found out where my money was (in the bank account of a seven-year-old in Virginia, because they transposed two digits of my SSN) and the check is in the mail.
Title: Incoherency, adj.
Fandom: Forsaken RP, owned by
sorakachan, admantius_art, cye_nako and darkangel009Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angel/demon yaoi; don't like, don't read
This was a fact that everything else seemed to know instinctively but was always a surprise to angels discovering it for the first time: wings, the entire surface of them, were an erogenous zone.
Soraka shuddered again as Admantius ran a gentle hand from the ridge where his wings met his body all the way down his metacarpal. Others had done the same thing before, of course, he needed to bathe, but not like this. Never like this.
“Feathers,” commented Admantius.
Another thing about angelic wings is that they are bloody huge. A hawk, not even half the weight of an angel in full armor, requires a seven-foot wingspan and millions of years of evolution to stay in the air. Angels don’t have that, so they have to make do with the next best thing: surface area, and lots of it. Soraka’s primaries were a foot and a half long, and he felt every inch of it when Admantius began a gentle motion that was like preening in the same way that that the ocean is like a bowl of water.
At the end of thirty seconds–two feathers–he was panting. At the end of a minute, a low moan burbled over his lips. At the end of two minutes, he wasn’t even coherent enough for that.
Admantius, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. Doing this with Sora was still new, still a discovery and a gift every time. Still a question and an answer and the cold fire of riding a comet.
He was not going to think about the waves of energy coming off of Sora. He was not. Because if he did, his brain would melt out his ears and the rest of him was going to follow it onto the floor, and he didn’t want that to happen. This was for Sora; this was teach him that not how good it could be. So he hummed little, pulled the warm body closer to his own, and ran long fingers through wings.
Sometime later, after they’d managed to get each other out of their clothing, onto the bed, and Sora was so aroused that it was almost painful, Admantius murmured, “Hey angel, wanna try something new?”
He was dragged down into a quite ravenous kiss.
Eventually, softly, “What did you have in mind?”
Sora, quite carefully, did not freak out when Ada made the suggestion. There were still . . . memories that he could not forget, but Ada was different. He knew Ada would not hurt him. He knew that, whatever happened, it would feel good. Ada hadn’t lied to him yet about how good these things felt, unless understating could be called lying. He trusted Ada.
“Yes,” he said simply.
And it did feel odd at first, while Ada explained that there was no reason that this should hurt if they took their time and there was no such thing as too much lube and what the Hell had Ada just touched?
“That would be your prostate,” the demon pointed out helpfully as Sora bucked and writhed. The noises Sora was making weren’t bad either.
After a few torturous minutes, Sora managed to find his voice. “Admantius, I swear if you stop now I’ll–!!”
“You’ll do what?” smirked Admantius, and a second finger joined the first.
“Ada–” Just getting two syllables out was a problem.
“Just kidding,” and he withdrew his fingers. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Ada!”
“This will sting a little,” and then in one long, smooth motion–which, yes, did sting–Ada entered him and suddenly there was no room in his mind left for processing anything other than the sensation.
“Ad–” he began. And then Ada moved. “Oh!”
Ada grinned. Reducing an angel to monosyllabacy was fun! Although he was having more than a little trouble staying in control himself. Sora was . . . he rapidly considered and discarded the words hot and velvety and instead settled on perfect.
He had just decided this when Sora reached up and started touching, hands gliding over every available surface and a few that wouldn’t have been in a human. His tail, which humans didn’t even see; his horns, and he suddenly he found himself losing the ability to speak as well. The cave wasn’t silent, not by a long shot, but the noises weren’t the kind to be found publicly and in polite company.
It ended as it had to. Sora’s wings snapped open to their fullest extent, which took up the entire bed and most of the room as well, and the energy that hit Ada was enough to send him over the edge too. Flying or falling, it went on for what seemed like ages longer than it should have, ages longer than it could have. Flying or falling, they wrapped themselves in each other and it was like measuring the length of a circle, going round and round . . .
Afterward, Sora felt no particular need to move; Ada considerately positioned him so that he wouldn’t wake up with cramps everywhere in addition to what he’d be feeling anyway. The half-angel was mostly asleep by the time Ada curled up around him, but he was still awake enough to respond to Ada’s, “Hey, angel?”
“Mmm?”
“You’re glowing.”
I'd have more, really I would, but today was full of BS and I'm not in much of a creative mood. On the plus side, chaulnt tonight!
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Date: 2007-02-16 10:44 pm (UTC)Hmmmm, yummy porn!
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Date: 2007-02-17 04:11 am (UTC)(huggle) Thankies, I loveses it x3 It's wonderful.
I always imagined wings were very sensitive. x3 That's why FS's is in the DP RP and that Sora's is in Forsaken xD
Offscreen of course >.> <.< *cough*
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Date: 2007-02-17 07:21 pm (UTC)And of course wings are sensitive. Sex play gets that much better when, dude, wings.
>.> <.<
Why? You won't embarrass any of us.no subject
Date: 2007-02-19 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-17 08:10 am (UTC)EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMG! THANK YOU! *Glomps.*
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Date: 2007-02-17 07:23 pm (UTC)[collapses under piles of <3s]
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Date: 2007-02-17 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-18 09:16 pm (UTC)everything was so subtle!!
ahhh cRaZy!!!
no naughty words were used and everything >.
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Date: 2007-02-19 12:17 am (UTC)So the challenge to you, pervert mine, is: can you do that?