Little smutlet

[skull_bearer]

I'm beginning to really like writing sex-scenes, although my expreience is way limited, Raistlin/Dalamar only.

Anyway, I wrote this for Miqael, and he liked it, so I'll post it here, I mean, did anyone miss the whole 'Anatomy Lessons' subext???!

Just finished Second Generation, Tanis is an idiot.

Short little PWP

Dalamar groaned, you could say what you liked about Raistlin, he'd definitely got the hang of this. The Dark elf's fingers were tangled in the archmage's white hair as he guided his lover's hand down.

Raistlin was kneeling between Dalamar's thighs, he carefully undid the Dark elf's belt and two of the ties that held on his lover's black robes, just enough for him to slip his hands inside.

Dalamar bit down another groan and licked his lips, relishing the feeling of Raistlin's slender and oh-so-skilled hands on him. The archmage knew just what he liked, after so long together it would be impossible for him not to, and he knew exactly what to do to make Dalamar scream.

And by all the Gods, if this didn't find an end soon he would scream.

Those hands paused for a moment, holding the Dark elf's hips still as he tried to buck under the sensations. Raistlin laughed, clearly delighted to see his lover so... uncontroled.

Dalamar groaned, worrying at his lip and scowling half-heartedly at the archmage; I'd like to see you do any better, Raistlin grinned again and dug his nails in, knowing very well that the Dark elf would find the pleasure-pain unbearable.

He was right, Dalamar gave a low cry which trailed off into a groan, shivering as Raistlin continued to stoke and fondle his aching flesh.

"Gods... I... Raistlin... Damn it... I'm... I can't... I'm going to murder you... Oh..." Dalamar threw back his head, his strangled words dying on his lips. He arched almost off the chair, losing control and exploding over Raistlin's hands.

Dalamar collapsed back into the chair, murmuring appreciatively as Raistlin continued, gently coaxing every last shiver from his body.

One silver eye slitted open, lazily watching as The archmage withdrew his hands and got up.

He was almost out of the door, going to wash his sticky hands, no doubt, when Dalamar spoke.

"Any other time you want an anatomy lesson, just tell me."

Raistlin flashed him a brilliant, wicked smile before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Skull Bearer.