“Shower,” Cailte purred. “Oh, I liked that.” He stared, still utterly fascinated, at the cascade of water flowing from the wide, round head that hung suspended above them in the tiny glass room. “I thought you would,” Ario chucked, his body still tingling. With a stupid grin on his face, he shut off the water and reached for a large towel sitting on his bathroom counter. “Even the Romans could not produce such wonders as this.” “Hmm,” Ario murmured, making motions for the giant to move toward him. “I am teaching you, young one.” Cailte chuckled, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist and pulling him to his wet body, ignoring the towel Ario held. “You should pay attention.” “I am paying attention, old, dusty one.” Ario smiled. He felt relaxed, truly relaxed, for the first time in years. “Well, I have been paying attention as well, lover.” Cailte gently pulled the towel from Ario’s hands and began to pat his lover dry. “Is it a custom to remove the body hair here?” His hands moved over Ario’s groin, soaking away tiny silver drips of water while touching the still bloated base of Ario’s hairless cock and gently cupping the equally denuded balls while his free hand ran over Ario’s face. “A habit from my youth.” Ario blushed, staring down at Cailte’s body, partially denuded of hair by his hand. “And you decided to share?” “I am not used to red hair.” Ario repeated his comment from earlier before reaching for a second towel. He reached up and wrapped the towel around Cailte’s head. “So you removed it?” “Yes.” He shook his head and looked down. “I apologize for my actions.” “Growing back is going to itch like a son of a bitch,” Cailte complained. Ario could not help the smile that filled his face. His Cailte was so accommodating, he thought, stepping back and briskly drying off the man. “One grows used to it or one continues to shave.” Ario sounded smug, he knew. In response, Cailte spun him around and swatted his full ass, just once. “Respect your elders.” Cailte chuckled, watching as Ario twisted around to look down at the light pink mark that rose on his ass before fading away. “If they do something that warrants respect.” Ario snorted, using the towel he had dried Cailte off with to dry his long hair, a wicked grin pulling at his lips. “I thought that I earned that respect, lad.” Cailte laughed outright. “In that pallet on the floor and in this shower.” “Mmm.” Ario nodded as he strode from the room, a still-dripping Cailte on his heels. “Perhaps.” “Perhaps, he says,” Cailte muttered as they bypassed the guest room and entered the master bedroom. “Oh, hey!” He stopped at the door and just looked around. Ario’s bedroom was an indulgence for him, the only place where he chose to drop his Japanese minimalist design scheme and just go with what felt right. What felt right was the huge, cast-iron head- and footboard on his California king-sized bed. The bed was heaped with so many pillows they spilled off and onto the dark, carpeted floor. Instead of a dresser, there was a huge walk-in closet. “Nice room,” Cailte breathed, and Ario turned to watch him walk over to the huge bed and press down on the mattress. Cailte’s eyes took in the ceremonial katana sets on the walls and the low bench that sat against the far wall across from the bed. “Thank you.” Ario dived into his closet and emerged quickly, wearing a loose pair of boxer shorts and a button-up cotton shirt. “Now if you are done dripping on my floor…” He walked over and grabbed the towel that was still around Cailte’s head and began to dry his massive body once more. “I like it that you’ve dressed, lover,” Cailte purred, reaching around Ario and pulling him up against his still nude body. “One of the best things in the world is to be undressed by your lover.” Cailte ran his hands through Ario’s damp hair as Ario’s motions with the towel slowed, then stopped completely. “I have never been undressed by a lover.” Cailte paused in the unbuttoning of Ario’s shirt to stare in open-mouthed amazement at his longhaired lover. “Never?” “Never.” Ario blew out a breath that ruffled the strands of hair hanging in his face. “Why?” Cailte tilted his head to the side, his purple eyes curious. He pressed the palms of his hands to his lover’s chest, feeling his warm skin and the beating of his mending heart beneath his hands. “I guess they thought I wasn’t worth it.” His eyes closed, and he leaned into Cailte’s touch, enjoying the press of skin against him. “Then they were fools,” Cailte snarled, his eyes narrowing at the thought of Ario’s previous consorts. “How dare they…?” “Hey!” The warm palm caressing the rough stubble on his face stopped Cailte’s tirade before it could really begin. “Hey,” Ario repeated, a small smile spreading across his lips as he stared up at his new lover. “I never really complained.” He sighed, looking a bit sheepish. “I mean, I did what I had to do, and you know…” He blushed. “That is no excuse!” “But I really didn’t care about them,” Ario insisted. “So it didn’t matter to me who stripped who so long as the job was done.” “You truly cared for none of them?” Cailte asked, running his hands over Ario’s chest. “Truly?” “Not all of them…” Ario paused in his speaking, his eyes going a bit hazy as if he was lost momentarily in thoughts of the past. “But the ones I… I endured for, they were the ones that frightened me the most.” “Because you cared,” Cailte divined. “You… you frighten me.” “Because you care?” The grin that spread across Cailte’s face was too big to be hidden. “You care about me, little Ario.” “I am willing to have sex with you,” Ario began, but the kiss that was pressed to his lips stopped any more words from spilling forth. And Cailte took advantage, thrusting his tongue deep into his lover’s sweet mouth, diving his tongue along his back teeth and tickling the roof of his mouth. “I want to feel…” Ario didn’t realize he had spoken out loud until Cailte drew back, just a little, his eyes sparking with hope. He moaned as Cailte bent low and paused, breathing him in, his lips barely touching those of his lover. “I — I —” Ario stammered, shuddering at each soft press of lips, his heart racing, his palms sweating, his knees growing weak. And hope — horrific, beautiful, derisive hope — was once more building rainbows in his mind and pressure in his chest. “Ario?” Panting from their near kiss, Cailte breathed his name. His hand surrounded that most precious face, holding it so their gazes locked. “So you feel me?” he demanded, pressing against Ario’s growing erection, tearing a moan from his throat. “Do you feel me, Ario?” he all but growled. “Yes.” The word was muffled as Ario buried his face in Cailte’s neck, inhaling the rich scents of soap and musk. “I feel you. Kami-sama, do I feel you.” And then there was no stopping Ario. He leaned back as Cailte pushed his shirt from his body to flutter to the floor at their feet, and then he reached out and took his lover — his lover — into his arms. He moved backwards, Cailte following closely as they moved to the bed. “Here.” Ario shivered as he tugged Cailte. “I need you here.” “Gods, take what you need, lover,” Cailte growled, reaching out and lifting Ario completely off the ground, surprising him by his show of strength. Cailte deposited him on his back on the bed. Ario’s boxers were torn from his body and tossed aside as he scrambled to his knees. “I want this,” he breathed as Cailte joined him, getting so close that Cailte’s cock pressed high above his navel while his own pressed against Cailte’s warm thigh. His arms went around the taller man’s neck, and he pulled his lover’s mouth to his. “I will have this.” “Without pain or fear,” Cailte whispered in his ear before suckling at the lobe, drawing a growling moan from Ario. Then it was all about exploration. Ario’s hands roamed over the pale flesh set before him like a present, and he treated Cailte like the gift he was perceived to be. He squeezed the hard, rounded shoulders and arms of a man who had wielded a sword for years. His chest was a feast of hills and valleys that were warm and firm to the touch. Cailte’s pink nipples responded to his touch, growing even harder as he lowered his head and sucked at them. “Whatever you want, lover mine,” Cailte gasped, moaning as his head dropped back, leaving himself open and vulnerable to whatever ministrations Ario wished to visit upon him. “Lay down.” The command in Ario’s voice was clear as his green eyes dilated, his lashes at half-mast. “I want to see what my diligence has awarded me.” Chuckling, Cailte allowed himself to fall back on the bed, his hair fanning damply around his head. He spread his arms wide and thrust his hips up, the glistening tip of his pink cock waving gently as he moved. “Hopefully, I’ll get more than a rub-off. That was nice in the shower, lover, but now I am hungry for something more substantial.” “The warm-up,” Ario promised as he closed his eyes and let his magic flow to the surface of his skin. He had not done this in so long just because he wanted to — he was almost giddy just from gathering the power. He felt his skin tingle as he leaned over Cailte, noting that his lover’s breathing had hitched when he called upon his magic. It seemed that whatever force existed within his lover was compatible with his, and that would make this loving all the more special. He started by running his magically armed hands up Cailte’s thighs, watching as the man moaned and spread his legs further, giving Ario access to all his most vulnerable spots. “Perfect.” Ario paused to toss his hair behind his shoulders so that it would not hamper his movements as he again ran his hands over his lover’s corded thighs. “You are perfect, Cailte mac Ronan.” “Not so much, love.” Cailte’s voice was reedy as he answered. “Not perfect. Just perfect for you right now.” “Yes,” Ario agreed, lowering his head to breathe on Cailte’s cock, his erection throbbing in sympathy as it jerked and a thin, clear spurt of precum rolled down his length. “Just perfect.” “Well?” Cailte lifted his head to glare down into Ario’s eyes. “Are you gonna suck it or talk to it?” “Both.” And Ario just sucked the whole thing down his throat… without gagging. “Taranis’ left nut!” Cailte cried out, eyes wide in amazement, and Ario had to pull off his cock with his laughter. When was the last time he had laughed in bed? “I’m not complaining, lad,” Cailte urged. “I am not complaining. It was a compliment to your skill!” This time Ario rested his head on his lover’s thigh as his laughter overcame him. Every time he looked up into that pleading face, he had to chuckle just a little bit more. “Ario, m’love?” “Mmm, yes?” Ario giggled, looking over at his lover’s extremely large, swollen balls. They looked like fun… “If I ask nicely would you… Never mind!” Cailte paused in his imploring as Ario leaned over and sucked first one and then the other ball into his mouth, laving the wrinkled skin of his sac with his wet, rough tongue. “You keep on doing what feels good.” Cailte’s head dropped back to the pillows as Ario rose up on his knees, his ass waggling in the air as he set out to pleasure his lover. He sucked and nipped at the balls, bring his hands into play to push Cailte’s thighs wider and to heft the mass of his scrotum in his palms. Ario worshiped his lover’s most vulnerable spots, caressing them, teasing him, and giving them just enough roughness to cause an ache and not true pain. Soon he had to hold Cailte’s hips still as the man began to writhe on the bed. “Mine!” Ario intercepted him as Cailte’s hands went to his leaking cock, stopping the man before he could get more than one good stroke in. “I’m dying here, lad,” Cailte whined, lifting his head to stare down at him again. “Please?” “You only had to ask.” Ario’s voice was husky in his desire, and he used that as a sexual weapon as well. It worked, because Cailte’s eyes all but rolled in their sockets as he closed them worshipfully. He gripped his lover’s cock by the base, and after giving it a teasing lick, swallowed the whole thing down. Cailte moaned, his hips thrusting upwards shallowly. His hands went to Ario’s hair, gently rubbing at his scalp, showing his appreciation with his caresses. “So beautiful, m’lover,” he drawled, and Ario had to agree. He looked up the long line of Cailte’s pale body, noted the closed eyes, the lips barely parted in his passion, the way he seemed to give his whole being up to this act. Slowly he lifted his head, his tongue playing with the length of his lover’s cock, nibbling at the foreskin with his teeth before he swallowed it deeply again. As he did this, he slid his fingers inside his mouth, collecting the slick mixture of his saliva and his lover’s seminal fluids before he lowered his fingers below his lover’s jerking balls to his tight, puckered opening. He circled his finger around Cailte’s anus, looking for a positive reaction. And when his lover only moaned louder and spread his legs farther, Ario took that as permission to continue. He slid his finger into his lover up to the first knuckle and watched as the man jerked and began to curse in some language Ario could not understand. He recognized his name, and as he searched out and pressed on his lover’s prostate, Cailte began chanting his name louder and louder. “Right there, lover,” Cailte was gasping as Ario swallowed him to the hilt and began to play with his gland. “Mmm, right there. Keep doing that.” So Ario played with him, swallowing around his thick shaft as he fucked him slowly with his finger. Soon one finger became two, and when Cailte demanded more, Ario pulled away. “Ario?” Cailte asked, sitting up a bit as Ario slid his fingers free. “Just getting something.” Ario smiled, watching as Cailte’s gaze moved to his red cock, the tip glistening with his precum. “Hurry back.” He dropped his head back to the pillows and began to fist his cock, running his fingers under the foreskin as he lifted one foot to rest flat on the bed, spreading himself even further open before Ario’s stunned gaze. Ario all but ran to his closet to pull out a bottle of massage oil and a condom. He considered the condom for a second, then tossed it back into the dresser. He was clean, and he doubted that a man as old as his Cailte, not to mention magical, would have any diseases to pass on. He returned to see Cailte getting into his jerk-off session, his hips thrusting up into his fist as his free hand ran over his chest, tugging at his nipples. “Keep going,” Ario all but panted as he moved to the bed, popping open the bottle of oil as he drew closer. “I like to watch.” And he watched as Cailte arched his hips into each pump, as his silvery, slick precum slid down his shaft and fingers. A cherry-red flush began to flow up from his shoulders and neck until his whole face was nearly glowing in heat. Cailte licked his lips and tilted his head toward Ario. “Come… here.” And Ario was on him in a flash, spreading oil over his fingers before dropping the bottle beside Cailte’s hip. He brushed Cailte’s hands away and held his lover down as he slid two fingers in deep. “I — I take this… oh, gods, Ario… to mean… Uhh, to mean that… you… gonna fuck me?” he ended in a rush, both his hands tangling in Ario’s hair and pulling him down for a kiss. Cailte ate at his mouth. He nipped, licked, and suckled and did everything he could to convey the pleasure he was feeling to Ario. “For a little while.” Ario pulled back far enough to say before lowering his head and latching onto a nipple, biting and sucking as two fingers became three. Soon, Ario was slicking up his dick and pulling back to line himself up with Cailte’s reddened hole. “Easy, now.” Cailte soothed both of them, wrapping one leg around Ario’s waist and spreading the other out to the side. “I havena done this for some time.” “You will feel no pain at my hands,” Ario assured him, flexing his magic to the loosened hole, ensuring that Cailte would feel nothing but growing desire from this taking. And then he was sliding in, cursing softly under his breath as the tight, silken heat of his lover’s ass enveloped him. “Cailte!” he moaned as his lover’s leg tightening around his waist, drawing him closer. He forced his eyes to remain on his lover’s face, noting the flush had gotten deep and that he was panting and open-mouthed, but there was no pain painted across his face. He pulled out shallowly and then slid back in, gritting his teeth to resist the urge to just slam deep into Cailte’s heat. But he moved slowly, pulling out and sliding in, inches at a time until his full length was buried in his lover’s ass. “Gods, big dick.” Cailte opened his eyes to smile up at his lover. “Stretching me out, lover. Filling me up.” Ario’s answer was to grip Cailte’s cock, which had softened a bit during his entry, and stroke it hard. Cailte’s erection came back with a vengeance, and he was soon grinding down on Ario’s hard dick. Ario tried not to hold his breath as wave after wave of intense ecstasy ran through his body. He rocked his hips, trying to keep a comfortable tempo, but his lover was blowing his control with his expressive face showing nothing but bliss, with the way he sweetly submitted to him. The way he left his body open and vulnerable to his erotic attack, the way he openly showed his pleasure in loud grunts… it was all too much for Ario. Sooner than he wanted, he found himself increasing his tempo, and he slammed rapidly in and out of his lover’s body. “Harder, lover!” Cailte was groaning, his head pushing back deep into the pillows. “So deep, so good!” Moaning, Ario rose enough to move one hand to grope for the bottle of oil. He managed to pop open the top again and spray oil over his fingers. He bent over and pressed his fingers to his ass, sinking them deep. “Gods, I felt that,” Cailte gasped, his eyes opening wide as he lifted his head to see behind his lover. “Ario, what are you doing?” In answer, Ario pulled out of his lover and moved to straddle his chest. “Need… I — I — so empty!” he gasped, dropping his head so that his nearly dry hair flowed free, hiding his face. “Want you inside…” Before he could say any more, Ario found his world spinning as Cailte rose and put him on his back. Then his fingers were being pulled from his body and replaced with Cailte’s much longer ones. “Kami!” Ario all but screeched, his magic flaring as fire flowed up from his ass, to his cock, and through his body. “Yes! Hii! Hii! Yes!” “Fuck me,” Cailte moaned before twisting his fingers deep. “From top to bottom, love! I love a versatile man!” And before Ario could say more, he felt the broad head of his lover’s cock at his ass. He flexed his muscles, making his hole kiss his lover’s head before Cailte gave a shove that got the head through the ring of guardian muscles. Instead of pain, Ario felt nothing but a deep, growing hunger and an emptiness that demanded filling. He wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist and pulled. He felt his body open for the hard invader and could only scream his gratitude. He clenched down and felt the hardness that would not give as Cailte moved steadily inside of him. Finally, after a small, brilliant bit of eternity, Cailte’s full length rested deep within him. “Fuck me!” Ario moaned, his head going from side to side on the pillows. Shivers wracked his body. “Fuck me now!” “I’ll fuck ya, boyo.” Cailte began to grind his hips from side to side, caressing the nerve-rich walls as well as brushing his length against Ario’s prostate. Ario was beyond words. All he could do was feel — feel the thick cock sliding through his body, the excited nerves sparking off fire with each slide of that throbbing dick, his body flushing hot and then shivering as bright lights filled his eyes. This was magic, he was magic, and as long as his lover’s cock was moving inside of him, he could do anything! He was screaming and crying and laughing, and it all felt so damn good! He felt the pressure build, an unencumbered tension that tightened each muscle of his body. But there was no pain. It was just pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. Cailte!” he called to his lover, his nails scraping across his back as Cailte pulled out and slammed his full length home. And then Ario was gone, crying out as the tension in him broke, as his hard cock began to shoot forth his hot seed, as his ass clenched on the hardness that had given him so much joy and delight. He was coming! He could feel a gush of wet heat as Cailte exploded as well, but that was only an addition to his satisfaction. He was coming, and there was no pain, there were no tears, there was only heat and ecstasy, and… and… and his heart was melting. And at the center of this emotional storm that had taken him over was the purple-eyed, red-headed lover he had found. In the middle of it all, holding him together and spreading him across the universe with his loving, was Cailte.
It's time for you Rated R, Unedited Tyger Tyger Burning Bright Hump! WOOT
It’s time for you HUMP DAY HUMP!!!! Unedited and rated R, from Tyger Burning Bright. Amur… shoe shopping! LOL Poor Judy! I gotta hurry and finish this! LOL
“No, Amur sniffed in disdain. Theses boots…all wrong.” He sniffed once before waving away the ankle boots the bootblack rushed to bring him. Then he sat his large frame on the couch right between Blake and Judy, making room for himself and turning his head to stare at each of them before turning back to the boot black. “Wrong sir?” the small man in the black suit asked, blinking as if coming out of a Amur centered daze. Judy com empathize. Just with the man squeezing between her and Blake she could feel herself slipping into the sensual haze that always settled on her when she was around the large man. “Too short,” his gruff accented voice returned. “Bring…” he eyed Judy before wrinkling his nose in that cute kitty cat way of his and gesturing with his hands. “…longer.” “Longer, sir?” The man’s eyes were staring at the long muscular length of Amur’s legs, something that even the proper cut of his Armani pants couldn’t hide. “Da,” he nodded once before dropping his arms along the back of the couch, right behind Blake and… Judy whimpered softly to herself as one of those massive hands settled on her shoulder. “…longer.” “Longer,” the man repeated before rising to his feet, his expression almost hypnotized as he turned and moved towards the back of the store. “Longer,” Blake nodded, a wicked grin on his face. “Definitely longer.” Then he turned to stare at Judy. Before she could even attempt to swallow past the huge lump in her throat and answer, the bootblack returned, bearing a larger box. He pulled out a pair of knee high suede boots that screamed of sex and masculinity. “Sir?” he hand out trembling arms draped in the supple leather. “Neyt,” Amur shook his head. “Too short.” The man withdrew his offering, looking distressed as if he had just displeased his monarch. “Too short?” “Da. Too short.” The man fled and Blake surged at Judy, who was now examining the length of Amur’s right leg. How tall did he want the things?
She raised one hand, pointer finger extended as if she was in class trying to get the teachers attention. “How long are…” She never got to finish her question because the bootblack returned, his eyes glazed as he handed over a long tube of shiny leather. “Yes,” Amur rose to his feet, and just as casually as he disrobed at the clothing shop, dropped trou after kicking off his low dress boots. Judy looked around and was suddenly glad that they had led them back into this private alcove. The man had no shame. And speaking of no shame, Blake was blatantly eyeballing his mans ass in the sheer white briefs the man was so shamelessly showing half the mall. She heard a choked back sound and looked up to see the bootblack had acquired at least three assistants who were doing their best to appear unobtrusive while ogling the man’s obvious and admittedly spectacular wears. Whatever happened t customer service, Judy mused. They were supposed t at least pretend not to notice what was going on. And since when did she feel protective over Amur? Well, she quickly decided, she had to be feeling protective on behalf of her new friends boyfriend with the body that was going to end up on all kinds of manga if she had her way. That was it and there wasn’t anymore to it. Really. But then Amur was doing something and all thoughts of contemplation of her place in this situation went out the door, along with dignity as her mouth dropped open for the second time that shopping trip. Amur had retrieved a boot from the bootblack and had bent over at the waist, all of his muscular cuts and definition popping out in stark relief as he poked his perfect ass in her direction and eased the boots up. It was a tight fit and he reached for some powder the bootblack held out and lightly dusted his pale flesh before tugging the tight leather up to the thighs, rising slowly as the adjusted the fit. “Hmm,” he mused, bending once more, causing such a mass inhalation that Judy felt shocked that bits of paper didn’t go flying out of the room with most of the air, and ran his nails up the leather, raking them over tight material and hot thick man flesh. “You like?” he turned abruptly to Judy and dropped a booted leg on the couch, right between her and Blake, right on the spot he has so generously spread his boy out upon. “Um…” she struggled to get past her suddenly tight throat. Yeah, she was going to have to go and find a bathroom to wipe if he kept this up. “Nice,” Blake commented, running a finger up the leg that looked like it was made of shiny latex. “Judy? Feel.” Before she cold protest, Blake, that bastard, grabbed her hand and slapped it on the side of Amur’s calf. “Nice,” she choked out, blinking as her heart beat ramped up from sixty to somewhere approaching a thousand. She looked out and the bootblack was casting her such a heated look she had to check to see if her ears and hair had been singed off. But insets of pulling her hand back in embarrassment, she gave him a wicked smirk and ran her hand over the bulging muscles. The bootblack sniffed and quelled his envious look with obvious effort before turning admiring gaze to Amur’s barely covered ass. “Neyt,” Amur decided abruptly, everyone’s attention going to his face finally. He tossed his thick braid over his shoulder to dangle behind his back, teasing the cheeks of his ass before shaking his head. “Too shiny.” The removed his foot from the couch and turned to drop down in that spot. And now Judy had half naked man flesh encroaching in on her personal space. Not that it bothered her much. She shot the bootblack a smirk before settling back to see what would happen next. “Shiny?” “Shiny, da.” Amur nodded before poking his shod foot into eh bootblack’s direction. There was almost a stampede as the assistants all rushed in to help remove the boot, but were soundly beat back but the original one, who defended his commission and his right to unshod the hot Russian dude with the stubbornness of an attack dog defending its territory. The swinging unused boot helped to this effect as he used it like a bola to fend off the greedy hands of the others. Finally peace reigned as he scared the others away and almost reverently dropped to his knees before Amur. The boot was caressed as he almost lovingly ran his hands up from Amur’s ankles to his knees. He was reaching up past his knees when suddenly Judy found herself gripping the tops of the ling thing. She jerked as the backs of her fingers grazed his soft skin, but she gripped the boot and pulled it downwards, separating it form Amur’s leg before the bootblack could get that far. “You are taking to long,” she sneered as the man looked like he was going to cry. Yeah, she destroyed his attempt at copping a free feel and that was no guilt in doing so. Bastard had no right to… She realized what she had done the same time Blake stared snickering. She looked over to her friend, over the relaxed mound of his boyfriend, and offered him a small smile. Blake was snickering at the man’s expression and paying no attention to her possessive maneuvering. “Well, you were,” Blake pointed out, not even hiding his amusement. The bootblack tugged the boot off of Amur’s foot and retreating high dungeon. He returned swiftly with another pair, this one a muted rich black leather that seemed almost alive in his hands. Amur rose to his feet, accepting the boot and carefully sliding it onto his silk sock clad foot. This boot has a zipper and after he tapped his toe gently on the carpeted ground to settle it properly, he lifted his foot to he couch and bent low, his back and ass pointing to his fan club, and pulled the zipper slowly up. For a moment, the room was filled with the sounds of sucked in breaths and a low metallic growl as the zipper slid into place. Amur gracefully rose to his feet and with hands on his slim waist, his thubs resting just below the cuts in his lower abdomen, not that Jud was paying that much attention she mused, and took one step. “I like,” he nodded, ricking back on the small one inch heel before sliding his foot forward, almost as if testing something. “But…” “But?” the bootblack all but wailed. “This are made from the finest Corinthian leather!” He flushed as Judy snorted and Amur raised one silver/white eyebrow. “To slippery,” Amur decided. “Slipp—Slippery?” the bootblack stuttered. “What are you planning on doing in these things anyway?” Apparently, he was of the opinion that Amur’s legs cast in black leather was perfection that had no other duty than being in a place where the world could watch at their leisure. “For fucking,” At Amur’s blunt statement, two of the lingering assistant gave into low squeals of delight and their bootblack’s mouth dropped open in shock, as if he had not expected that answer. Really, Judy thought. Just what the hell did he think the man was going to do with a few feet of leather encasing his legs? Fight a mystical war with the mages of middle earth? “F-ff-ffor…” he sounded like an outboard motor. “Fucking, da,” Amur said without a bit of guile. “And get some without zippers.” “I like the zippers,” Blake felt obliged to point out that point, Judy decided. Just to add to the confused sexual odyssey she was suddenly in the middle of. “But they would tear into your shoulders when you nibble on my balls, yes?” Someone screamed and there was a sound of a body hitting the round, but Judy was more interested in Blake’s answer than what the dweebs masquerading as help were doing. “Hmm,” Black reached up and rubbed at his own impressive shoulders. “I suppose you are right.” At his statement, pandemonium broke out, pandemonium in the form of their bootblack rising to his feet and running out of their alcove while the assistants hugged eachother and snapped pictures with their cell phones. Judy knew the feeling. But she had something better. She had a back window that overlooked their sexual playground. Her photos were better. Amur removed the boot and the before he could sit, the bootblack returned carrying another pair of black leather boots. These were a leather and suede miracle that put her in mind of nearly naked warriors wielding swords and riding horses over a battlefield. She was as bad as the help, she realized, but nodded in agreement when Amur looked in her direction. He slid the boot onto his right foot, ran his hands up over his calves to fit the boot’s leather upper correctly. He dropped his foot onto the space he evacuated and began the slow process of lacing the thigh high leather. Once laced properly, he dropped his leg to the ground and took a experimental step. “Da,” he nodded to himself before looking to Blake and Judy. Blake was already petting the supple leather where the suede ended at crotch height. “Soft,” he muttered his approval. “I like.” Those green eyes seemed to laser in her direction and Judy gulped. “Yeah,” she tried to play suave, and nearly succeeded cause the bootblack was shooting her an evil look as if she were intruding on his testosterone laden fantasy. Emboldened and slightly offended by his reaction, she reached out and began to pet the leather at his thighs. “I like them very much. But you should see if they have them in silver white, like your hair.” “I like brown,” Blake nodded, smiling in her direction. “Black is such a harsh color for his skin tone. In fact, I would like to see him in a rich orange brown and a bright blue as well as the silver white.” His words were calm, but the wicked grin he tossed in Judy’s direction let her know that he was on to her little game with the bootblack and approved of her actions. “What do you think?” Blake asked Amur.
Shaking his at the both of them like they were wayward children, he nevertheless nodded. “No black. The orange brown, the white, and the blue.” “Right,” the bootblack almost tripped over his own feet as he raced out of the alcove to retrieve the order. Amur pulled the laces free and undid the boot lacings before removing the boot and reaching for his pants. “Unless you want I try them on..?” He arched an eyebrow at Judy. “That’s fine,” she coughed softly, covering her blushing cheeks with her hands. “Um, I’m an artist. I have an eye for color.”
I posted this earlier but it glitched so I am posting again. Guess who has been nominated for 2 LRC’s best of 2011 awards? You guessed right! It’s me! *g* I’m up for Best Paranormal Fantasy- How Not to Date a Fae and