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spongetastic) wrote2009-09-17 10:13 am
spongetastic) wrote2009-09-17 10:13 am
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Etc: Intoxicating
Does your partner wear a particular perfume or scent that brings you to the point of wanting to ravage them? What is the fragrance? Write about a particular time that you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself.
It was a warm Saturday afternoon. Peter spent the morning running a few errands. Knowing how Gabriel liked to sleep in on Saturdays, Peter tried to be quiet as he got up. Now he was back home and he looked forward to spending the entire rest of the day with Gabriel.
When he arrived home he found his lover playing Call of Duty on their new Xbox. Peter couldn't help grinning a little and quietly moved up behind him. He bent down and pressed a kiss on Gabriel's cheek.
"Hey, gorgeous," he greeted softly. He paused, his nostrils catching a very familiar scent.
"Peter?" The noise from the video game stopped but Peter wasn't paying attention. His nose was still pressed against Gabriel's skin as he took in another slow breath. Definitely a very familiar scent. A ripple of pleasure went through his body when he recognized it. French vanilla, probably his favorite scent in the world, and it was all over Gabriel's body.
"You smell good," Peter breathed out.
"Oh... you like it?" Gabriel smiled.
"You know I do," Peter purred in answer. He felt Gabriel's face flush hot. Of course he knew, and that was why he smelled this way. For Peter. And knowing that made Peter ache with love for the man. He took in slow, grateful breaths to drink in the delicious scent. The more he breathed the more intoxicating it became. He trembled in desire. Shifting his weight, Peter pressed right up against Gabriel.
"P..peter," Gabriel sputtered. "I'm, um... I was..."
"But darling, that smell," Peter whined. He couldn't help himself. A thought flitted into his mind. He knew Gabriel would hear it so he quickly put the thought into action. Peter's tongue glided out to taste Gabriel's skin. Not French vanilla but he caused a moan to bubble from Gabriel's lips, and that sound was enough.
Peter pressed kisses on Gabriel's heated skin. It was easy enough to coax Gabriel away from his game. The television was turned off so there were no more distractions. Peter rewarded his lover with a heated kiss on his lips. Gabriel's arms wrapped around the smaller man to pull him closer as their kiss deepened. Peter moaned and lifted his hands to comb through Gabriel's hair.
Reluctantly he released Gabriel's lips to gasp for breath. Their eyes met and Peter shivered excitedly seeing Gabriel's dark in lust. Peter licked his lips and leaned forward to nuzzle the man's cheek. The smell of French vanilla was still strong on his skin. It compelled Peter's fingers to push at Gabriel's clothes with the thought that perhaps the man's whole body would smell this way. Growling low in his throat, Peter moved his head down and sank his teeth into Gabriel's neck.
"Oh!" Gabriel gasped out, jerking a little. "Oh, god, Peter. I..." He swallowed, pulling back to look his lover in the eye. "I haven't seen you like this in a long time." Peter said nothing, busy running his tongue against Gabriel's throat. Gabriel made a good point: Peter really hadn't acted this way in a long time. Not since the last time Gabriel smelled this way.
"You missed this," Peter said happily. He pulled his lover forward to give him a hard kiss. His hands moved to pull Gabriel's shirt off, fingers gliding against bare skin.
"Yes," Gabriel admitted breathlessly, arching forward as he pushed through Peter's shirt. Eager hands tossed off clothes while their lips pressed against the exposed skin. The smell of French vanilla invaded Peter's senses with every desperate gasp for breath. It was addicting.
Peter shifted away from Gabriel's lips and began trailing kisses down the man's chest. He curled his tongue around his lover's nipples until he worked them into hard nubs. Gabriel groaned softly and sank his fingers into Peter's shoulders. Peter shifted lower, kissing Gabriel's stomach before finally reaching the man's cock and taking it in his mouth.
"Peter!" Gabriel yelped out.
"Mmm," Peter sighed in answer. He pulled back with a flick of his tongue over Gabriel's tip. "The smell is all over you," he murmured as he shifted Gabriel's legs apart. "What did you do, darling, bathe in it?"
"Maybe," Gabriel answered with a mischievous smile. Peter laughed and gave him a loving kiss before dipping his head down and taking Gabriel in his mouth again. Gabriel jerked his hips forward, his fingers holding onto Peter's shoulders.
Peter pulled back before he could drive Gabriel to an orgasm. He slid up, lips tracing a line up to the man's lips. He lingered there and pushed his way into Gabriel's body. Gabriel shuddered, pulling him down demandingly.
"I love you," Peter whispered thickly. He nuzzled against Gabriel's neck, giving him another bite. He loved how perfectly they fit together. Like they were always meant to be together. "My soulmate," Peter murmured.
"And you're mine," Gabriel answered. He pulled Peter closer and together they climbed up to heaven.
It was a warm Saturday afternoon. Peter spent the morning running a few errands. Knowing how Gabriel liked to sleep in on Saturdays, Peter tried to be quiet as he got up. Now he was back home and he looked forward to spending the entire rest of the day with Gabriel.
When he arrived home he found his lover playing Call of Duty on their new Xbox. Peter couldn't help grinning a little and quietly moved up behind him. He bent down and pressed a kiss on Gabriel's cheek.
"Hey, gorgeous," he greeted softly. He paused, his nostrils catching a very familiar scent.
"Peter?" The noise from the video game stopped but Peter wasn't paying attention. His nose was still pressed against Gabriel's skin as he took in another slow breath. Definitely a very familiar scent. A ripple of pleasure went through his body when he recognized it. French vanilla, probably his favorite scent in the world, and it was all over Gabriel's body.
"You smell good," Peter breathed out.
"Oh... you like it?" Gabriel smiled.
"You know I do," Peter purred in answer. He felt Gabriel's face flush hot. Of course he knew, and that was why he smelled this way. For Peter. And knowing that made Peter ache with love for the man. He took in slow, grateful breaths to drink in the delicious scent. The more he breathed the more intoxicating it became. He trembled in desire. Shifting his weight, Peter pressed right up against Gabriel.
"P..peter," Gabriel sputtered. "I'm, um... I was..."
"But darling, that smell," Peter whined. He couldn't help himself. A thought flitted into his mind. He knew Gabriel would hear it so he quickly put the thought into action. Peter's tongue glided out to taste Gabriel's skin. Not French vanilla but he caused a moan to bubble from Gabriel's lips, and that sound was enough.
Peter pressed kisses on Gabriel's heated skin. It was easy enough to coax Gabriel away from his game. The television was turned off so there were no more distractions. Peter rewarded his lover with a heated kiss on his lips. Gabriel's arms wrapped around the smaller man to pull him closer as their kiss deepened. Peter moaned and lifted his hands to comb through Gabriel's hair.
Reluctantly he released Gabriel's lips to gasp for breath. Their eyes met and Peter shivered excitedly seeing Gabriel's dark in lust. Peter licked his lips and leaned forward to nuzzle the man's cheek. The smell of French vanilla was still strong on his skin. It compelled Peter's fingers to push at Gabriel's clothes with the thought that perhaps the man's whole body would smell this way. Growling low in his throat, Peter moved his head down and sank his teeth into Gabriel's neck.
"Oh!" Gabriel gasped out, jerking a little. "Oh, god, Peter. I..." He swallowed, pulling back to look his lover in the eye. "I haven't seen you like this in a long time." Peter said nothing, busy running his tongue against Gabriel's throat. Gabriel made a good point: Peter really hadn't acted this way in a long time. Not since the last time Gabriel smelled this way.
"You missed this," Peter said happily. He pulled his lover forward to give him a hard kiss. His hands moved to pull Gabriel's shirt off, fingers gliding against bare skin.
"Yes," Gabriel admitted breathlessly, arching forward as he pushed through Peter's shirt. Eager hands tossed off clothes while their lips pressed against the exposed skin. The smell of French vanilla invaded Peter's senses with every desperate gasp for breath. It was addicting.
Peter shifted away from Gabriel's lips and began trailing kisses down the man's chest. He curled his tongue around his lover's nipples until he worked them into hard nubs. Gabriel groaned softly and sank his fingers into Peter's shoulders. Peter shifted lower, kissing Gabriel's stomach before finally reaching the man's cock and taking it in his mouth.
"Peter!" Gabriel yelped out.
"Mmm," Peter sighed in answer. He pulled back with a flick of his tongue over Gabriel's tip. "The smell is all over you," he murmured as he shifted Gabriel's legs apart. "What did you do, darling, bathe in it?"
"Maybe," Gabriel answered with a mischievous smile. Peter laughed and gave him a loving kiss before dipping his head down and taking Gabriel in his mouth again. Gabriel jerked his hips forward, his fingers holding onto Peter's shoulders.
Peter pulled back before he could drive Gabriel to an orgasm. He slid up, lips tracing a line up to the man's lips. He lingered there and pushed his way into Gabriel's body. Gabriel shuddered, pulling him down demandingly.
"I love you," Peter whispered thickly. He nuzzled against Gabriel's neck, giving him another bite. He loved how perfectly they fit together. Like they were always meant to be together. "My soulmate," Peter murmured.
"And you're mine," Gabriel answered. He pulled Peter closer and together they climbed up to heaven.