Title: porn fic for Jilly...
By: alucardskitten
Pairing: Mac/Horatio
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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It was like falling into a deep black pit of something so elusive and mysterious it was as erotic as it was scary. There felt like there were a hundred hands dancing over the curves of his body, but there were only two... they touched everywhere, their harmony like a litany of sweet nothings. The hands were hot and heavy and everywhere. He couldn't get enough and he moaned softly, panting out his partners name like a hedonistic mantra. Everything that had ever mattered blasted away as hot lips joined those hands. The lips which explored his body like he was the last Oasis in a scorching desert. He drank him in with dark contemplative eyes. Those lips that had been a few minutes ago exploring him were suddenly covering his own in hot and delicious kisses that seemed to span on forever even though they only lasted a few moments. Suddenly though, all the warmth was gone, gone and it seemed like forever. And he whimpered, cried out like his most precious possession had been taken away.

"M-mac...?" He whimpered out the name like a lost and lonely child. He couldn't see in the darkness. His voice sounded weak and ugly to him and he tried to bite back another whimper. He shouldn't be surprised at the sudden abandonment. He was nothing to look at, nothing to care about. And he let out another soft whimper that turned into an echoing sob. But he was sure that in this darkness, no one but himself could hear it. Then, the bed around him shifted and a soft glowing candle set on the bedside table warmed his soul and heart. There, reflected in the oddly romantic candlelight was the beautiful face of his beloved, giving him a warm look that ignited bonfires in his blood stream—and suddenly the warmth was back.

Their naked bodies were pressed together, perspiring in the humidity of the Miami air, but it was good and made it easier for them to move together. They moved together to an otherworldly music that was composed in the tones of lust and love. All their sounds made in the throes of passion were the lyrics to this song they had written in their few short months together. Again, the hands were on him, still just as beautiful and tantalizing as they had been before. But this time, Mac had trailed his hands lower, rubbing his thighs and knees before moving his dancing fingers to the other mans waiting and straining erection. He grasped the other mans cock and started to pump it easily, his movements eased by the sweat running off the other man and himself. He writhed beneath him, panting out his name with a reverent and awed tone as he squeezed and pumped. Suddenly, Mac's hands were stilled by the other mans hands falling on top of them.

"Please." He begged with that one word, pleaded and Mac didn't know what he wanted... didn't know what to do. Mac moved his hands away though, assuming that was what was wanted... and this time, the emptiness overtook him. His beloved was still right there, but he felt colder than he ever had before. That word was desperate. But then suddenly, he was being overtaken and his beloved was straddling him, kissing him wherever he could reach. And all of a sudden his beloved was kneeling between his legs, rubbing his erection against Mac's waiting body.

"God... Horatio..." He moaned out, not able to stop himself. And suddenly, Horatio was sinking inside of Mac as deep as he could go, urged on by the quiet moans and the desperate grasping and the nails raking against the bare flesh of his back. Poetry in motion, the most beautiful of orchestrated works. Their moans began to join together as the heat between them kept rising, a crescendo of their lust... an explosion of their love. Horatio fucked him hard, their lovemaking becoming furious and desperate as the cliff of his release loomed before him. His moans become louder and sharper and then, with no other warning... Mac was coming hard and fast, spilling across him and making a mess. Horatio followed shortly after, calling out Mac's name in a strangled voice as his orgasm shook him to the core.

"Love you." Horatio whispered softly, kissing his forehead. Mac made a soft little noise.

"Love you too."

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