Title: Take Me Tonight
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,774
Author's Note: Continuation of Quicksilver.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.***
Los Angeles, 2008
Mick cried out as his hips thrust forward, his own cry echoed by Josef's scream. All he wanted to do was to get his boyfriend past the initial pain, then settle them both into a rhythm that would bring waves of pleasure crashing over the two of them.
"Shhh, babe, it's okay," he whispered, holding Josef close against him, pressing his cheek against the other man's. "It only hurts for a second, I promise." He hoped that his words were true; the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Josef -- or lie to him.
That one quick, deep thrust had buried him inside the man in his arms; all he could feel was a tight heat that he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams. Coraline had always felt .... well, not cold, but less than human. Josef was nothing of the sort.
The tight warmth surrounding him was like a velvet vise, a glove that fit him to perfection. It was as though Josef's body had been made specifically for him, even though the man he was making love to had been born centuries ago, long before he'd been even a gleam of existence.
He didn't pull back and thrust again; he wanted to give Josef's body time to get used to being filled, to relax around him. He wanted his boyfriend to enjoy this as much as he himself did -- and he was going to do anything he could to make that wish come true.
Mick rocked his hips slowly, gently, hoping that the movement would cause pleasure and not pain. He almost didn't want to look into Josef's face, for fear that he would see discomfort written there and feel that he had to stop what he was doing.
But there was no discomfort or pain etched on Josef's handsome features; there was only a wonder that seemed to be spreading across his face, as though he couldn't quite believe that the pain had been over so quickly and the pleasure was just beginning.
"How do you feel, babe?" he asked, wanting to be sure that Josef was all right before he continued any further. His dark eyes searched Josef's face, looking for any sign that he needed to pull back, or to stop. But he could find none.
"F-full," Josef answered, his voice trembling slightly. "It doesn't hurt," he whispered, his tone full of wonder. "I thought it would hurt. It did, just for a second at first, but now .... It just feels like you're filling me up. It doesn't hurt at all. It's like being .... well, filled completely."
"That's because you are being filled," Mick told him with a soft laugh. He was relieved that Josef wasn't in any kind of pain; his boyfriend didn't seem to be averse to what was happening at all. Slowly, Mick pulled back slightly before sliding back in again, a little deeper this time.
Josef's eyes widened at the sensation, but he didn't protest, or cry out. Mick could feel his muscles tightening slightly, the feel of that inner embrace bringing a gasp to his lips. Bowing his head, he pressed a kiss to Josef's lips to keep himself from crying out with pleasure.
Mick raised a hand to grasp one of Josef's, twining their fingers together without taking his eyes from his lover's face. He squeezed the other man's hand gently, smiling down at him, wanting to reassure him that the pain was over and that nothing was going to hurt him.
At the same time, he pulled back again, then thrust in more quickly than before, starting a slow, sinuous rhythm that he meant to speed up once Josef was used to his movements. He couldn't keep holding back; he had to let himself move forward, though he would do it slowly and carefully.
There was no dissent from Josef; his boyfriend was actually starting to meet Mick's thrusts by lifting his hips, rocking his body against Mick's. His heart quickened in his chest; it was obvious that Josef was enjoying what he was doing as much as he was.
Lowering his head again, he let himself taste Josef's parted lips, capturing them with his own as he thrust slowly inside the other man again. He had known that making love to Josef would feel wonderful -- but this was a pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings.
No pleasure that he'd ever felt before could even begin to compare with this; no one he'd ever been with in all of his life had seemed made for him in the way that Josef was. It was as though they were two puzzle pieces that had finally been fitted together, never to be torn apart again.
If he had the ability to cry, he would have burst into tears in that moment; Mick was sure of it. He'd never felt so close to anyone before; he wasn't just making love to Josef, he was a part of this man, their hearts and souls melding in the same way that their bodies were.
He couldn't put his feelings into words; all he could do was move his hips against Josef's, thrusting ever deeper inside the man beneath him, looking into his eyes and knowing instinctively that Josef felt the same, that he was just as moved by their union as Mick was.
They needed no words; their bodies spoke for them, the physical and the emotional blending into one seamless whole that lifted them high above the clouds, into an atmosphere that contained only the two of them and the incredible feelings they aroused in each other.
"Wrap your legs around my waist, babe," he managed to gasp out, one hand moving down to curl around the silken softness of Josef's thigh, helping the other man to lift his legs. He could feel those long legs wrapping around him, Josef's thighs squeezing his sides.
The sensation of having Josef completely wrapped around him was almost enough to send him careening over the edge, but he managed to hold himself back. He wasn't going to let himself explode in pleasure until he'd made sure that Josef reached his climax first.
He could feel the other man's slender body trembling in his arms; he knew that Josef was close, just as close as he was. Only a few more thrusts, and they would both be falling through space, their bodies shuddering with the aftereffects of their coupling.
Another deep, slow thrust, then another -- and suddenly, he was falling, a gasp coming from his throat as he clutched Josef against him. He could feel the man in his arms shuddering with his own orgasm; they had both reached the peak of their pleasure at the same moment.
Never in all the times that he'd been with anyone had Mick ever experienced such completely primal pleasure. He'd always read that simultaneous orgasms were somehow much more intense -- but he had always doubted the truth of that. Until now.
He buried his face against Josef's throat, breathing in the tangy scent of the other man's skin; all he wanted to do was spend the rest of eternity lying here, his body locked with Josef's, buried deep inside the man he loved and feeling pleasure rush through every fiber of his being.
Mick slowly and carefully turned over onto his side, wrapping both arms around the man he'd just made love to. He held Josef close against him, pressing gentle kisses to his parted lips, wondering why the other man didn't say anything.
When Josef finally spoke, his words weren't what Mick had expected that he might hear. "I guess your Tab A isn't too big to fit into my slot B after all," he murmured, laughter lurking behind his words. "We seemed to manage pretty well, didn't we?"
"I can't remember ever managing better with anyone else," Mick murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against Josef's mouth. "So I take it that you don't think making love with a man is so bad?" he asked, arching a brow and smiling down at his lover.
"There's only one man I ever want to make love with," Josef answered him, his voice soft and husky. "And no, it's not so bad. In fact, it's pretty damn fantastic. I knew that I wanted you to take me tonight, but I wouldn't mind going at it again later too -- if you're up for it."
Mick rolled his eyes, pushing back the lump that had risen to his throat. Josef had enjoyed what they'd done; he'd made the experience one that his boyfriend wanted to have again. He'd managed not to screw anything up, for once in his life.
"I've created a monster!" he exclaimed, smiling to let Josef know that he didn't really mean the words in a disparaging way. "Seriously, I'd love to go again," he added, his voice softer as he leaned close to Josef to whisper in his ear. "And again, and again .... as much as you want."
"If we were to do that as much as I'd like to, neither of us would ever spend much time out of bed," Josef told him, punctuating his words with a soft laugh. "But I guess we could always do it on the floor, or the couch, or against the wall, or in the shower ...."
Mick couldn't help laughing right along with his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Josef and rolling over on top of him. Bending down, he pressed a gentle kiss against the other man's mouth -- a kiss that turned passionate sooner than he expected it to.
Josef's arms were around his neck, pulling him closer, one slender leg wrapping around his own. His hands moved down Mick's back, exploring his body. It was obvious that his boyfriend was ready to go again, and Mick was more than ready for that.
Whatever destiny had brought Josef Kostan into his life all those years ago must be smiling down on them now, Mick thought as he moved one hand down Josef's body to gently spread his thighs again. And he hoped that destiny was just as satisfied with their choice as the two of them were.***