Prompt 03, Pleasure

[skull_bearer]

I should be writing an essay on Bent for uni, but Raistlin and Dalamar and the I&E plot bunnies jumped me and demanded porn. Honestly, which would you rather write?

TITLE: Something New
AUTHOR: Skull Bearer
FANDOM: Dragonlance
PAIRING: Raistlin/Dalamar
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: Here
PROMPT: 03 Pleasure
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 845
SUMMARY: Raistlin and Dalamar try something new.
WARNINGS: Sex, rather a lot of graphic, anal sex. If you're bothered by this, why the heck are you on this journal?
DISCLAIMER: As Wiess and Hickman are obviously bothered by it, they can get the heck off my journal too.

Something New

03- Pleasure

Bright eyes
Bright eyes
I can see forever in your eyes
On and on and on in your eyes.
Her Bright Eyes, Bridge and Tunnel

It wasn't often Dalamar found himself flat on his back during lovemaking, in truth, he'd never liked it much. Raistlin probably thought it was due to Tarsis and he was partly right, but he'd never liked it even before. He felt vulnerable and helpless and while it wasn't too bad with Raistlin, he'd never been the one to suggest it.
After tonight though, Dalamar was prepared to suggest it far more often. It had been Raistlin's idea, and while Dalamar had heard of it, it hadn't sounded all that attractive at the time.
Raistlin had disagreed, and Dalamar hazily acknowledged that he'd taught his lover well.

He'd have to wait before telling him that though, because Raistlin wasn't in any state to take compliments, even if Dalamar was able to offer any. His head was thrown back, hands spasming on the elf's chest as though he was unsure where to put them. His thighs clenched hungrily around Dalamar's waist, drawing him in deeper, smooth golden skin already showing marks where Dalamar's hands had gripped them. The elf's hands were on his waist now, pulling him down, encouraging him to move faster.

The movement so smooth it would have seemed lazy had his expression not been so desperate, Raistlin uncurled one leg, stretching it out so that his foot rested beside Dalamar's face, and leaning back with the groan, one Dalamar echoed full-throatedly as the angle changed and Raistlin's body clenched hard around his cock. Head still thrown back, hair sliding down his shoulders, red robes hanging open, Raistlin propped himself on his arms, leaning back until his palms were flat on the grass.
Dalamar groaned again, biting his lip. Gods, he was beautiful, so unearthly beautiful, golden skin and white hair and red robes, all gleaming in Nuitari's light.
Raistlin dropped his head down and met Dalamar's eyes. He was out of breath and gasping, lips kiss swollen and hair wild and ragged. He grinned maliciously at him, the tip of his tongue running over bared teeth and slick lips.

Had Dalamar been able to think, he would have enjoyed watching Raistlin act like this, finally showing some confidence in lovemaking. How someone so unbelievably beautiful have such a low self-image was criminal. Raistlin groaned sensuously, running one hand over his bare chest and pinching at one bronzed nipple, brazenly, unselfconsciously, confident that Dalamar would like everything he saw.
Dalamar's hands scrabbled at Raistlin's thighs, trying to get a grip on the sweat-slick skin. Raistlin ran his tongue over his lips again, obviously enjoying the view as much as Dalamar. His pupils were dilated so they resembled slits rather than hourglasses, the moons burning brightly in his eyes until Dalamar could almost believe he was making love to an avatar of the magic.

Then Raistlin smirked and the spell was broken, his hips shifting again, trying to find the right angle. Dalamar gritted his teeth, his fingers leaving red marks as the muscles holding him clenched and relaxed and clenched again as Raistlin slid his leg back under him and leant over, bracing his hands beside Dalamar's face. His grinning face filled Dalamar's vision and he forced one hand to relax and pulled Raistlin closer still. His lips met an open mouth, Raistlin gasping against him, then pulling away and groaning wordlessly, finally. His legs trembled and he pushed back against Dalamar, each thrust drawing a new moan from his mouth.

Dalamar gave up any idea of kissing and let his head fall back. Raistlin was close, he could feel the tremors going through him, the slick wetness on his fingers when he reached down to stroke his stiff cock. He was still smiling, hair hanging lankly around his face, his eyes drifting slowly closed in bliss, his lips parting again, giving him a perfect view of those sharp teeth and pink tongue as he mouthed soundlessly -Dalamar.

Raistlin's left hand skated over Dalamar's face, brushing over his half open mouth, then down to his chest. He pressed down, taking some of the weight off his right arm and Dalamar growled, it was hard enough to breathe as it was with Raistlin clenching almost painfully around him without crushing the life out of him. Raistlin murmured something that might once have been an apology and moved his hand to the elf's shoulder, pushing himself back with a loud groan. A few more rolls of his hips was all it took and he was spilling into Dalamar's hand.

Raistlin tried to slump over on top of Dalamar, but the elf's fingers held him hard. His teeth grinded together, thrusting up inside his lover, so close it was almost painful, so close he was bucking up against Raistlin, curling up as the fire built.

"Have you quite finished?" Raistlin grumbled sleepily.

Dalamar threw his head back as the orgasm burnt through him, his only response a hoarse shout.

Skull Bearer.