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Little Death
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
9,233
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Title: Little Death
Pairing: Warrick/Greg
Fandom: CSI
Rating: Strong, strong FRAO. Absolutely adults only!
Disclaimer: Warrick Brown and Greg Sanders are the property of CBS, Inc., Jerry Bruckheimer, et al. This story is written for fun, not profit.
Warning: This is nothing but hot, juicy sex and lots of sweet love between the boys. Enjoy, girls!
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Greg slowly opened his eyes, peeking around the bedroom until he spotted Warrick's face not a foot from him. He looked concerned, and Greg wondered why for a few moments.
"Greg, sweetheart, thank God!" Warrick said, stroking his forehead with a soft cloth to clean the sweat from it. "I was beginning to get worried."
Greg sat up and propped himself on a huge, satin-covered pillow. "Why, baby? Why...oh." he said as his memory kicked in and he remembered. He looked down at himself, still half-erect and all the feelings came rushing back to him at once. He dared to chance a look at Warrick's dick and found it slowly deflating, the magnificent head just touching the sheet between Warrick's powerful thighs. Greg smiled and sighed deeply, leaning his head back on the pillow. His hole felt like part of it was turned inside out, exposed to the air, and he realized that it was leaking. He spread his thighs wide and pulled one up. He hooked it behind one arm and reached down to trail his fingers between his buttocks. They came up covered with Warrick's creamy white semen. He smiled at his lover and began to lick the slick substance off his skin, laving his tongue all over his fingers sexily, making Warrick gasp.
"Keep that up and you're going to feel my wrath again." the big man practically growled at him. He reached out and stroked the inside of Greg's thighs, watching breathlessly as Greg swallowed his semen, still warm and sweet, straight from the source.
"I dare you." said Greg. He grabbed his other thigh and opened them wide slowly, stretching his legs to their full length and pointing his toes perfectly like a dancer, then bending them at the knee. Warrick stared at this and at Greg's hole, swollen, puffy, and ready again. He swore it looked like a little mouth. It had certainly felt like one when he was fucking it a few minutes ago. And Greg was ready to go at it again. He wasn't about to disappoint him, feeling his dick harden again at the sight of the little hole seeming to pulsate in and out beneath Greg's delicate pink ballsac. He leaned down and fastened his lips upon it, drawing a long moan from Greg as he felt Warrick's tongue and lips wetting and suckling his flesh. He wimpered as Warrick slid his tongue inside and licked him deeply, cleaning him and arousing him at the same time, his lips sucking his anus gently. Greg closed his eyes and ran his hands through Warrick's short dreds, remembering what had just happened to him, and how he was going to get it all over again...
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Warrick had wasted no time earlier. Greg had found himself completly stripped and covered in over six feet of horny, hot lover in less time than it took to pull off his shoes. Both of them were horny beyond belief. Greg clung to Warrick as they rolled over and over in their huge bed, their mouths locked together in a slow, hot kiss. The heat of arousal and desire they felt seemed to radiate from them like an aura. Greg hunched his erection against Warrick's, his body trembling with anticipation. He'd been horny but now he felt consumed by the desire to be drilled into oblivion by that incredible dick. He hunched against it over and over, clutching Warrick's shoulders and wrapping his legs around those heavily muscled thighs.
Warrick was at the end of his rope and could control himself no longer. He rolled Greg onto his back and rubbed his drooling slit over Greg's tiny, delicate opening, lubricating him and arousing him further.
A long, deep growl filled the room as Greg felt his hole stretched open and filled to capacity with his lover's hugeness. Warrick was not that gentle; he did not have to be because he knew exactly how to give the little hole exactly what it wanted and needed. Greg gasped and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as Warrick seemed to bottom out somewhere in the vicinity of his lower stomach. He lay between Greg's splayed thighs, sighing in bliss as he felt them grip his hips and in less than a minute he was drilling Greg like he was drilling for pure gold.
Greg held on tightly as his body was bounced back and forth violently, Warrick's powerful muscles rippling beneath his hands where they gripped his smooth, sweaty flesh. He could feel Warrick's hands gripping his ass hard; he arched his back and gasped as hot jolts of pleasure shot up and down his spine, making his toes curl. Greg knew it had only been a few days but it felt like eons since he'd had this feeling. He could no longer live without it, this complete giving of himself to Warrick, being wrapped up in his strong arms, his presence, this sense of total abandonment to lust and love all at once. He gazed at the dick disappearing into his body and the corresponding sensation of it bottoming out deep inside, reaching a place that sent sparks flying inside of him. He could feel a big one coming this time; waves of pleasure were building up higher and higher iniside of him like monster waves on the ocean.
Warrick held onto Greg and concentrated on stroking his prostate, jiggling it and ramming it until Greg whimpered and groaned and nearly cried in ecstasy. He was a master at this, a true cocksman who knew just how to fucka man and give him more pleasure than he'd ever believed existed. He bent his head and kissed his lover deeply, claiming the soft lips, and Greg responded passionately, almost desperately.
He had begun that familiar climb now, the mind-boggling build-up to detonation. His balls were nowhere to be found, having completely disappeared into the cavity between his legs; there they throbbed and ached within him, sending their own kind of sweet, sweet pleasure coursing through him.
"Warrick!, Warrick! Warr...oh God...Warr! Here is comes!" Greg sobbed out and it hit him full force, an impossible swell of ecstasy that short-circuited his synapses and radiated to every nerve in his body, his penis spitting his sweet creamy milk in high, hard arcs onto his face. The last thing he remembred was hearing someone scream and then...nothing.
He had experienced the Petit Mort, the little death.
A/N ~ That's it for now girls. Hope you liked it! And thank you so much for the great reviews! Keep writing, everybody, because it is time for us to do more with this genre. We need a multi-media company where we can create original slash dvd's, books, story collections, you name it, for our audience. I would love to start one but I need investors. E-mail me and tell me what you all think. E-mail me at lea7352000@yahoo.com.
Pairing: Warrick/Greg
Fandom: CSI
Rating: Strong, strong FRAO. Absolutely adults only!
Disclaimer: Warrick Brown and Greg Sanders are the property of CBS, Inc., Jerry Bruckheimer, et al. This story is written for fun, not profit.
Warning: This is nothing but hot, juicy sex and lots of sweet love between the boys. Enjoy, girls!
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Greg slowly opened his eyes, peeking around the bedroom until he spotted Warrick's face not a foot from him. He looked concerned, and Greg wondered why for a few moments.
"Greg, sweetheart, thank God!" Warrick said, stroking his forehead with a soft cloth to clean the sweat from it. "I was beginning to get worried."
Greg sat up and propped himself on a huge, satin-covered pillow. "Why, baby? Why...oh." he said as his memory kicked in and he remembered. He looked down at himself, still half-erect and all the feelings came rushing back to him at once. He dared to chance a look at Warrick's dick and found it slowly deflating, the magnificent head just touching the sheet between Warrick's powerful thighs. Greg smiled and sighed deeply, leaning his head back on the pillow. His hole felt like part of it was turned inside out, exposed to the air, and he realized that it was leaking. He spread his thighs wide and pulled one up. He hooked it behind one arm and reached down to trail his fingers between his buttocks. They came up covered with Warrick's creamy white semen. He smiled at his lover and began to lick the slick substance off his skin, laving his tongue all over his fingers sexily, making Warrick gasp.
"Keep that up and you're going to feel my wrath again." the big man practically growled at him. He reached out and stroked the inside of Greg's thighs, watching breathlessly as Greg swallowed his semen, still warm and sweet, straight from the source.
"I dare you." said Greg. He grabbed his other thigh and opened them wide slowly, stretching his legs to their full length and pointing his toes perfectly like a dancer, then bending them at the knee. Warrick stared at this and at Greg's hole, swollen, puffy, and ready again. He swore it looked like a little mouth. It had certainly felt like one when he was fucking it a few minutes ago. And Greg was ready to go at it again. He wasn't about to disappoint him, feeling his dick harden again at the sight of the little hole seeming to pulsate in and out beneath Greg's delicate pink ballsac. He leaned down and fastened his lips upon it, drawing a long moan from Greg as he felt Warrick's tongue and lips wetting and suckling his flesh. He wimpered as Warrick slid his tongue inside and licked him deeply, cleaning him and arousing him at the same time, his lips sucking his anus gently. Greg closed his eyes and ran his hands through Warrick's short dreds, remembering what had just happened to him, and how he was going to get it all over again...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warrick had wasted no time earlier. Greg had found himself completly stripped and covered in over six feet of horny, hot lover in less time than it took to pull off his shoes. Both of them were horny beyond belief. Greg clung to Warrick as they rolled over and over in their huge bed, their mouths locked together in a slow, hot kiss. The heat of arousal and desire they felt seemed to radiate from them like an aura. Greg hunched his erection against Warrick's, his body trembling with anticipation. He'd been horny but now he felt consumed by the desire to be drilled into oblivion by that incredible dick. He hunched against it over and over, clutching Warrick's shoulders and wrapping his legs around those heavily muscled thighs.
Warrick was at the end of his rope and could control himself no longer. He rolled Greg onto his back and rubbed his drooling slit over Greg's tiny, delicate opening, lubricating him and arousing him further.
A long, deep growl filled the room as Greg felt his hole stretched open and filled to capacity with his lover's hugeness. Warrick was not that gentle; he did not have to be because he knew exactly how to give the little hole exactly what it wanted and needed. Greg gasped and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as Warrick seemed to bottom out somewhere in the vicinity of his lower stomach. He lay between Greg's splayed thighs, sighing in bliss as he felt them grip his hips and in less than a minute he was drilling Greg like he was drilling for pure gold.
Greg held on tightly as his body was bounced back and forth violently, Warrick's powerful muscles rippling beneath his hands where they gripped his smooth, sweaty flesh. He could feel Warrick's hands gripping his ass hard; he arched his back and gasped as hot jolts of pleasure shot up and down his spine, making his toes curl. Greg knew it had only been a few days but it felt like eons since he'd had this feeling. He could no longer live without it, this complete giving of himself to Warrick, being wrapped up in his strong arms, his presence, this sense of total abandonment to lust and love all at once. He gazed at the dick disappearing into his body and the corresponding sensation of it bottoming out deep inside, reaching a place that sent sparks flying inside of him. He could feel a big one coming this time; waves of pleasure were building up higher and higher iniside of him like monster waves on the ocean.
Warrick held onto Greg and concentrated on stroking his prostate, jiggling it and ramming it until Greg whimpered and groaned and nearly cried in ecstasy. He was a master at this, a true cocksman who knew just how to fucka man and give him more pleasure than he'd ever believed existed. He bent his head and kissed his lover deeply, claiming the soft lips, and Greg responded passionately, almost desperately.
He had begun that familiar climb now, the mind-boggling build-up to detonation. His balls were nowhere to be found, having completely disappeared into the cavity between his legs; there they throbbed and ached within him, sending their own kind of sweet, sweet pleasure coursing through him.
"Warrick!, Warrick! Warr...oh God...Warr! Here is comes!" Greg sobbed out and it hit him full force, an impossible swell of ecstasy that short-circuited his synapses and radiated to every nerve in his body, his penis spitting his sweet creamy milk in high, hard arcs onto his face. The last thing he remembred was hearing someone scream and then...nothing.
He had experienced the Petit Mort, the little death.
A/N ~ That's it for now girls. Hope you liked it! And thank you so much for the great reviews! Keep writing, everybody, because it is time for us to do more with this genre. We need a multi-media company where we can create original slash dvd's, books, story collections, you name it, for our audience. I would love to start one but I need investors. E-mail me and tell me what you all think. E-mail me at lea7352000@yahoo.com.