a n d // we \\ a l l // fall \\ d o w n

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Colden moaned too, his voice low though it sounded louder in Asher's ear. His hips ground into him, seeking the friction that drove him crazy.

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Asher dug his fingernails into Colden's body, head thrown back, eyes wide, breathing suddenly deep, low. And, still, he didn't call the name, or scream, or moan like he had promised to.

His legs trembled.
"Can't. Stay. Up."

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Colden grunted and picked Asher up, his hands supporting his thighs, "That's fine, I'll hold you up."

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At this angle, Colden's member brushed Asher's entrance with each movement the boy made, nearly driving Asher crazy in the process. He gave a soft moan, head dropping to rest on Colden's shoulder, lips smoothing down the skin of Colden's neck. "Ah..." It was a soft murmur.

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Colden kissed Asher's lips firmly, slowly, "Should I..prep you? It'll hurt without it."

His body was going crazy and he knew that he couldn't wait much longer.

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Asher broke the kiss, laughing breathlessly. "Please, please." His body shivered.

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Colden managed to move one hand down and he pressed one finger against him, slipping past the tight ring of muscle.

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"Ah!" Asher's body tightened, legs gripping Colden's body, bringing him impossibly closer, like he wanted to suck Colden deep into him, through the shower wall and beyond.

The noise was one of a man in desperate, needy desire, something that ravaged inside of him, destroyed anything that was not the desire.
And, still, he wanted things slower, gentler, than they had been.

His body beaded with water, his tattoos shining in the dim light, his body shuddering as he fought control of himself.
"Ah..."

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He sucked on Asher's neck, feeling the pulse jump beneath his tongue. His finger crooked inside him, pressing up into him

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Oh god, oh god, oh god.

He felt himself quake, arch, shudder, just before his body suddenly relaxed.
He hadn't climaxed, but damn, he had gotten damn near close.
And right there - that little, bitty jumble of nerves was touched by the finger.
Asher pressed his hips down, arching his back in the process. "Please." It became a chant.

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"Patience," Colden mumbled, moving his lips to his jawline, "I'm just stretching you so you don't get hurt."

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"I need you." He gasped, low, deep, feeling his blood throb inside his veins, his member turning a dark red in the process. He looked about ready to explode.

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He chuckled and removed his finger, "Okay, babe. Just take a deep breath." He pushed himself into him slowly.

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Asher's heart sped up.
His breathing stopped.
He didn't breathe for a good, long while, until his lover was buried into him hilt-deep.
"Just.. Give me a second." His voice was hoarse, dry, teeth biting into Colden's shoulder, his mind racing. He was struggling to be gentle.

He raised his hands to cup Colden's face, lips moving against Colden's. "Kiss me while you move inside me." His lips went down gently, gently, letting Colden rule the situation. His eyes closed, hips shuddering, the tender muscle down below squeezing down hard, though slowly relaxing, letting Colden move.

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Colden's kiss cool only be described as sensual. There was no ferocity, no clashing of teeth or frenzied movement. His lips melded to Asher's with perfect synchronization.

Meanwhile, after letting the boy's body adjust, he rolled his hips once. Pulling back just a little, Colden moved inside him, his body already driven mad by the tight heat encasing him.

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Asher responded in a similar manner, his lips sweet-tasting - somehow, he tasted of strawberries.
His hips jerked at the movement, his eyes squeezing shut.
Colden was touching a deep, warm, throbbing part inside of him, and Asher couldn't make enough noises to voice the pleasure he was feeling. He settled for kissing Colden, for holding him closer, wrapping his legs tightly around Colden's waist, arms locked behind his neck, body shuddering.

The water was cooling, but he didn't notice - his body reacted, goosebumps forming on his skin, water beads floating down his body.

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He ran one hand down the other's thigh, keeping him supported even as he thrust gently into him. This was making love, not just having sex. It was an expression emotion, more than lust.

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He broke the kiss, murmuring in Gaelic, hips rolling in time with Colden's. "Is breá liom tú. I love you. Tá tú álainn, is tú mo ghrian, mo ghealach, mo oíche, mo lá. Tá tú mo gach rud. Treasure mé tú." His head rolled back, back arching against the tile of the shower wall. "You are beautiful, you are my sun, my moon, my night, my day. You are my everything. I treasure you." A high, love-filled, lust-filled, pleasure-filled moan tore from his throat, entering the world, echoing off the walls, the water.

He rolled his hips down, forcing Colden deeper, until he pushed into Asher's prostate. "God, right there."

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Colden kissed his pale neck as it was presented to him. To say that Asher's words turned him on was an understatement. He rocked his hips up into that spot again and again until it seemed like he'd drive Asher crazy with pleasure.

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It was hard to describe.
Asher was sensitive - his body was aching, throbbing.
His nipples were bright, stark pink against the paleness of his skin, his lips colored red like strawberries from the sweet, loving kisses they had been given. His thighs were almost as sensitive as his neck, his ears, his lips, his nipples.
Almost.
His body shuddered, another moan falling from his lips, his head dropping back down to Colden's shoulder, buttocks tightening as Colden pushed into him.

A moment later, his breath caught in his throat, his heart sped up. "Ah!" Damn, he was close - so damn close.