Est_20: 07 Understanding- A Little Secret

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TITLE: A Little Secret

AUTHOR: Skull Bearer

FANDOM: Dragonlance

PAIRING: Raistlin/Dalamar

GENRE: Slash

TABLE: Here

PROMPT: 07. Understanding

RATING: PG-17.

WORD COUNT: 1221

SUMMARY: After all the horror and angst that currently is I&E and PT, my muses wanted a bit of fluff. A lot of fluff. Enough fluff to drown a dozen baby seals. And enough humor to find it funny and enough sex not to care.

WARNINGS: Very graphic sex.

DISCLAIMER: Very graphic sex. I think that says it all really.

 

 

 

Whatever Raistlin was hiding, he was doing so very badly. To begin with, Dalamar had actually noticed. Not the hard, slow, joining together of the pieces noticing, but noticing in the sense that he had woken up one morning to find himself alone in bed, and his lover had only returned later that afternoon.

Had it been the subtle realisation, Dalamar would have been worried, but since whatever it was Raistlin was keeping hidden was not worth keeping hidden particularly well, likewise there shouldn't be any reason to worry. Besides, it was almost summer; and they were spending at least the next few weeks in a nice border town which hadn't thrown them out upon seeing them and so probably wouldn't. Dalamar didn't want to spoil it by pointing out the blindingly obvious when Raistlin didn't seem to want him to.

 

And so, when Raistlin rather stumblingly asked him if he would like to turn in early, he didn't call his lover on this sudden uncertainty, nor that it was barely sundown, and when Raistlin didn't immediately follow, he didn't go after him, contenting himself with smiling knowingly up at the ceiling.

 

Whatever it was didn't take Raistlin long to finish, and although he did look rather flushed, didn't hesitate to close the door and start to loosen his robes.

Dalamar sat up on his elbows, smiling. By the time his lover had toed off his shoes and pulled his robes over his head, the uncertainty had faded and he leant over to press their lips together in perfect confidence. Dalamar kissed back eagerly, and hummed in pleasure when Raistlin swung a leg over to straddle him. The kiss was a little more forceful and the advance rather more brazen than Dalamar was used to from his normally reserved lover, but he was certainly not about to complain.

Particularly when Raistlin cupped his face and rubbed his ear like that.

 

Dalamar mumbled something even he didn't understand, feeling his cock twitch against Raistlin's leg. He felt Raistlin smile, and run his thumb along the inside of his ear to the tip.

 

Oh, now. That felt good. He rolled to soft skin between his fingers, then traced back down to the lobe, pulling just hard enough to hurt. All the time kissing Dalamar, just lips and warm breath, turning his head away whenever Dalamar pulled him down to deepen it.

"Tease."

Raistlin grinned, as well he might. Dalamar's cock had filled and stiffened and there was no way he couldn't feel it pressing against his thigh. Dalamar raised his hips, getting just the right amount of friction.

Raistlin shifted his weight obediently to Dalamar's left side, one leg between his thighs, moving against Dalamar's thrusts.

This time he could more of less make out what he gasped, because Raistlin had abandoned his mouth and was trailing kisses along the side of his face, and Dalamar knew what he was doing now and whatever he said became completely incoherent when Raistlin gently caught the lobe of his ear between his teeth, again, just enough to hurt, worrying away like a patient wolf.

 

His cock was aching now, and Dalamar arched his hips again, only to be met with Raistlin's hand. His lover didn't seem to want to draw this out tonight, and he wrapped his hand tightly around his erection, and started stoking him firmly.

Dalamar gritted his teeth, the two sensations warring for supremacy. Raistlin's warm, delicate, delicious hand and fingers spidering up his cock to draw back the foreskin and stoke, oh so gently gently around the head, along the slit just there where pleasure almost became pain from the sheer intensity of it.

And Raistlin's teeth gently nipping up the side of his ear, just along the edge where the skin was so sensitive and oh Nuitari, he knew it, damn him. Just as he knew it became even more sensitive at the tip, which was why he was slowing, soothing the bites with almost unbearable licks, while his thumb rubbed slow circles around the head of his cock.

 

Dalamar's hands knotted in the fabric, and he doubted even the best linguist could have deciphered the confused snarl of threats, begging and expletives he forced out between gritted teeth. He swore he felt Raistlin smile, lips feather-soft against the skin.

 

His nails scraped down at the same moment his teeth tightened on the tip of Dalamar's ear. He'd angled his head so the longer canines caught the skin, tight enough, it seemed, to puncture. Raistlin dug his nails in the contrast, and Dalamar gasped, not words, but a sheer intake of breath. Raistlin pulled playfully, just enough. Not too hard for it to really hurt, as he would have expected, nor soft enough for the pleasure to be lost in the sharp spike of lightning as he ran his nails back up. Enough. And when one nail caught on the tip and those teeth bit down again; too much.

 

"Rai-" Raistlin's name died when those lips closed on his again, his free hand turning Dalamar's head towards him to repeat the performance with the other ear.

 

It was a slightly awkward position, with his face pressed against Raistlin's chest, and his lover's erection pressing against his belly, but by this point he was close he didn't care. He was thrusting blindly into Raistlin's hand, eyes screwed shut, gasping what might have been words or might have been nothing at all as Raistlin bit, caressed, stroked and licked his way along his most sensitive parts.

 

It didn't take much, Raistlin's free hand descended to tweak a nipple, and Dalamar gave a choked sigh and came hard enough for the world to go white.

 

Raistlin didn't seem to mind, continuing to stroke his cock and suck at the tip of his ear until he was satisfied he'd coaxed every last shudder from the Dark elf.

Dalamar lay quite still for a while after that, until Raistlin started making very insistent noises that unless the elf get moving right now and return the favor, he'd be finding himself on the floor sooner than he'd think.

 

Dalamar opened his eyes and grinned, and set to sucking his impatient lover's mind out through his cock. It took a while, because if nothing else, Raistlin have a very good mind. And a very good cock. But absolutely no self control and would probably have come within the first few seconds had Dalamar not deliberately held him back from climaxing for the good few minutes it took to give a really first-class blowjob.

 

After that, Dalamar didn't pay too much attention to whatever Raistlin was trying not-so-hard to hide. They might have an understanding, but a few little secrets never hurt a relationship, and if Dalamar accidentally 'came across' a book of comparative human-elf anatomy tucked between Raistlin's spellbooks, he never mentioned it.