STARRY NIGHT
There they were, two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, waiting to be united as one. In an empty cabin, just after nightfall, behind a closed door, in the security and and solitude of a quiet bedroom, they sat upon the bottom bunk, the dark-maned mage cross-legged, wringing his hands nervously in his lap as he stared at them, not daring to meet the eyes of the burglar who was about to rob him of his virginity...a thief that had stolen his heart. The tawny-haired man sat in a relaxed kneel before his beloved, so close that their knees touched. Unlike his timid counterpart, Gateau couldn’t help but stare at the stunning youth before him. Moonlight intruded through the window, falling over his silk-clad frame, dancing upon his hair, bathing his skin in ivory, making it almost shimmer. In fact, the silver milk of the moon embracing Marron made it look to Gateau as though the younger boy possessed an ethereal glow, like some magical being out of a fairy tale. But this is no fairy tale, Gateau reminded himself. This is not some fanciful story or some beautiful dream. This is very, very real. This thought bolstered his courage and Gateau dared to make the first move. Gateau very slowly reached for Marron’s face and let his fingertips tenderly touch the smooth, flawless skin of Marron’s left cheek. Gateau froze, feeling Marron tense and draw a short breath of anxiety. After a few seconds passed, Gateau brought his face to Marron’s, touching down lightly upon the thin, sculpted lips of his partner, guiding Marron into an amorous kiss. As the Mage’s lips parted, Gateau explored explored the warm, sweet depths of the beautifully-formed mouth and was pleased to find that Marron tasted as sweet as his namesake. Marron shyly let his tongue brush Gateau’s, the choreography within their mouths providing a small preview of the performance to come. Marron finally loosened up and let himself fall into the moment, his hands coming up to massage Gateau’s neck and shoulders as they kissed. Sensing that Marron had calmed down a bit, Gateau continued on to the next step. He lowered his hands to the collar of Marron’s kimono, carefully easing the black silk away from his body. Gateau’s recent assumption had been correct. Marron was not wearing pants beneath the kimono after all. Removing it left Marron wearing nothing save a pair of lilac silk boxers. Marron’s hands slid up underneath Gateau’s shirt and Gateau obligingly raised his arms so that it could be lifted over his head. Marron then went to work at the button on Gateau’s jeans, and soon those were lying on the floor beside the bed as well, leaving Gateau with nothing except black briefs. The warrior then proceeded to take the little mage into his arms. He couldn’t help but marvel at how small Marron looked at that moment...So fragile and innocent...He slowly lowered Marron onto the mattress and followed him down, kissing the younger boy eagerly. Then, Gateau left Marron’s lips, defining the delicate curve of his jaw with a series of soft kisses, raining like sakura blossoms upon the graceful sweep of Marron’s neck and shoulders, the angular lines of his throat and collarbones, his pale, moon-colored chest that Gateau feathered gentle caresses upon. Marron shuddered in pleasure as Gateau’s fingertips traced the contours of his lithe frame, his hands sliding over the perfect hourglass figure that Marron’s hips and abdomen formed. Then his hands moved slightly lower, sliding beneath the silk of Marron’s underwear. The boxers were removed, disappearing over the side of the bed, shortly followed by Gateau’s briefs. Marron flushed as he felt Gateau’s gaze roaming over his naked body, memorizing every graceful curve, the smooth contours, the pale, moon-drenched flesh...
“My GODS, Marron, you are so beautiful...I can’t believe you’re finally mine...” Gateau breathed, causing Marron’s blush to deepen. The younger boy drew in a nervous breath, and held his arms out. Gateau willingly positioned Marron’s legs so that he could lie between them within the offered embrace, and the raven-tressed youth made a small, high-pitched noise of surprise at the contact. Little shivers of ecstasy raced up and down his body as those strong but gentle fingers subtly brush-stroked pleasure along his torso, and he felt his lower body warm and tighten in a pleasant way. Then he gave a little cry as Gateau’s hands moved lower, touching down upon places no one had ever put their hands on him before. Hot flames glittered down Marron’s spine as the hands were soon replaced by Gateau’s mouth, and the rush of intense pleasure proved too much to be handled in silence. Harsh, shallow breaths, tainted with faint cries escaped Marron’s lips in an irregular pattern as Gateau bestowed glorious sins upon him, leaving the smaller boy beside himself with ecstasy. He shook his head from side to side, as if in some fierce denial, but Gateau knew very well that this was a gesture of begging for more. He continued his work, stimulating the beautiful body before him with his clever, experienced mouth, and then he stopped.
“My GODS...” Marron panted.
Gateau leaned over the trembling boy, and touched his face, gently wiping the perspiration from his brow, “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Marron? The last thing I want to do is take something from you that you want to keep. I want your first time to special, and as easy as possible. If you want to wait, I’ll wait for you. I’ll always wait for you.”
“Gateau...” Marron breathed, still not quite over the previous dazzling experience, “I’m ready...I...I love you Gateau, and I want that love to be complete...”
“My gods, Marron,” Gateau said, his voice soft and amazed. He bent to kiss his love, but Marron gently caught his face with one trembling hand, “But Gateau, you must promise me...If I say that I want to stop...”
“I’ll stop, I promise,”
“But,” Marron added, raising his index finger, “If I don’t directly tell you to stop, you have to promise me you’ll keep going.”
Slightly confused, but as eager as Marron was to continue, Gateau nodded, “I promise.” Then he did kiss Marron, and the beautiful boy responded, his passion fueling his actions as he kissed Gateau, not as a shy little boy who’d fallen into puppy love, but as a genuine lover about to engage in heated harmony with his partner. When they broke the kiss, Gateau sat back and placed his hands upon Marron’s hips, “Alright, Marron, the more relaxed you are, the easier this will be for you, so I’m going to give you a massage, okay?”
“Hai...”
Gateau went to work, gently applying pressure with his roaming fingertips to various places along Marron’s hips, lower abdomen and upper legs to loosen up the muscles in his lower body. When he was sure Marron was relaxed enough, breathing softly and lying calmly in an invitingly supine position, Gateau retrieved the little blue jar Marron had given him. Marron gasped slightly and tensed in surprise as he felt himself being lubricated, then invaded, as a finger was inserted inside of him, followed by a second, in order to provide more lubrication, to loosen up his insides, and to ready him for what was to come. Then they left. There was a heavy pause and Marron guessed that Gateau was applying the petroleum stuff to himself. Then he saw Gateau’s face, the man leaning over him, concern in his eyes, “Marron, I won’t lie to you. This is going to hurt.”
“I know, Gateau,” Marron said, nodding truthfully, “But love often does, and it’s a pain I’m willing to accept. Remember our promise, Gateau.”
“I do,” Gateau said.
Marron smiled slightly, “Don’t worry, Gateau. I’m ready...”
Gateau reached out and stroked Marron’s cheek tenderly, and Marron kissed his hand as it passed. He sighed, in a last attempt to relax. The older boy then positioned himself over his lover, and in one deliberate thrust, made the forbidden connection.
Marron heard a loud cry, and was about to ask Gateau what was wrong, when he realized it was he who’d screamed, from the pain and shock of the forceful entry. Marron felt tears rolling down his cheeks and looked up at Gateau, whose face revealed shock and concern.
“Marron, are you okay? Is this too much for you?”
Marron gasped for breath, struggling to keep the pain out of his voice, “Gateau-Chan, Daijoubu, I’ll be all right...I told you to keep going unless I asked you to stop, and I didn’t ask you to stop, right?”
“Marron, are you sure...?”
“Gateau, I want to go through with this...please...don’t stop...”
“Gods, Marron, I love you...”
Their mouths met in a passionate kiss. After their lips parted, Gateau resumed moving rhythmatically over Marron, gyrating against his body. Marron wailed in pain, and his tears flowed in glittering streams, but never did he say the word “stop”, so Gateau continued, allowing himself drink in the sinful pleasures he was offered, and took it into full stride, going against Marron harder and faster, his pleasure rising and bubbling like water boiling in a pot on the stove. Marron held tight to Gateau, his nails digging into the muscular arms on either side of his violently shaking body, as he gritted his teeth against the pain, trying to hold back his agonized cries. It hurt like nothing he’d never wanted to feel, and yet, he did want to feel it... He wanted every ache and pain that a romantic relationship had to offer because the good feelings always outdid the bad ones in these cases. Finally having someone to love made it worth every tear shed, and Marron knew it.
The pain had begun to lessen...Gateau was able to move more easily within his lover, and Marron’s cries were reduced to sharp gasps, and finally to soft pants and quiet moans. While the pain decreased, the pleasure mounted within them both, building and building...Marron felt his rising like magma within a volcano, or like water against a dam...warmer and warmer, more and more intense...he panted and whispered strings of words that Gateau could not decipher, until...
Marron felt himself reach his breaking point...the dam burst and the orgasm erupted, as he arched his neck and cried, “Gateau!!!”
Gateau gasped and buried his face between Marron’s shoulder and neck as he felt himself reaching his own climax.
“Marron....Marron...” he whispered breathily into his smaller lover’s skin as their bodies continued to grind against each other, now slippery from Marron’s release. Gateau felt himself ready to burst, “Marron...Marron...Oh gods...MARRON!!!” he shouted as came inside his lover, only adding to the intense warmth in Marron’s lower body. Marron released what could have been either a sigh or a shuddering whimper, as Gateau removed himself. Once free, a terrible ache spread within Marron’s lower body, and he mewed in pain. Gateau enfolded him with his arms and held him close.
“Oh, Marron, you’re shaking...” Gateau said in a soft and pitying voice.
“Daijoubu...” Marron said in a gentle whisper, “I’ll be all right...”
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