Dildos Werewoolve Holiday

“Dis is dildos Toki.” Came the voice in the dark, “Why’s is we celebrates the wereswoolves holidays?”
“Because.” Came the response, “Is betters than Valenktimes, now shuts up.”

There was a rasp and a flare as he struck a match, lighting a taper first and using it to light the rest of the candles scattered in clusters around the room, moving with a slow, deliberate purpose, already naked, hair spilling down his back.
Skwisgaar smiled just as slowly, content, for the moment, to watch Toki move, knowing that the brunette was his and his alone. Toki turned partway, arching a brow over his shoulder at the blonde, “Is you starings at my ass Skwisgaar?” The blonde’s smile was predatory, “Only because is goings to be mine in a minutes.”

Toki shook his head, returning the taper to its holder, “Chocolates first Skwisgaar, and bitings. Is an orders to does things in.”
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes, flopping back across the bed, “Oh, ja, everysthing has to be prefects for yours dildos werewoolves holiday.”
Toki nodded as he stretched out alongside the other man, fingers trailing slowly up the flat of his stomach, “Ja. Its does.” He pressed a kiss to Skwisgaar’s sternum, reaching across the other a moment later to nab one of the truffles he’d requested Jean Pierre make, he purred softly as he bit into it, the filling was the perfect consistency, almost liquid enough to run.

He smiled, holding the other half to Skwisgaar’s lips, “Tries it.”
It was only a moment before the blonde’s tongue lapped out, unsurprisingly agile, to curl around the offered treat, tugging it from Toki’s fingers. His brow creased slightly as he savored it, “Is bloodschocolate.” He finally said, surprised that Toki would have thought of such a thing.
Toki nodded, leaning in to lap at the corner of Skwisgaar’s lips, “Ja. Is nots so much a dildos holiday now is its?”

Skwisgaar scoffed, snapping up one of the truffles himself and growling softly as he bit into it, giving Toki the other half, blinking, “…Is different.” Toki rolled his own half around on his tongue, just waiting for Skwisgaar to figure it out, which he did a moment later, “Is Nat’ans.”
Toki’s smile was predatory as he picked up another truffle, setting it on the blonde’s chest, “And Pickle.” His smile was going ever toothier as he set a second beside the first, “And Murderface.” A third truffle, making a tidy row down the center of Skwisgaar’s chest, “And me.” Another, “And yous. I’s think I lets you haves that one all yourselfs.”

The blonde swallowed thickly, pupils starting to dilate as they did before a hunt, “Why’s you goes to so much troubles Toki?” He asked finally.
Toki smiled again, holding the truffle in his fingers just out of reach, “Because, the dildos werewoolve holiday has to be prefects.” He tilted his head, still holding Skwisgaar’s truffle out of reach, leaning in as the blonde leaned up. He finally popped the treat into his own mouth, holding it delicately between his teeth, brow arching, waiting for Skwisgaar to claim it, which he did a moment later, growling as he crushed the truffle against Toki’s teeth with his tongue.

The kiss was almost as messy as their usual fare, and just as sticky, especially when Toki drew away, lapping down his throat and along his collarbone to pick up one of the three remaining truffles, almost mewling as he chewed it, eyes fluttering partway closed.
Skwisgaar grinned, “Is yours?” Toki nodded then, dipping his head, chin resting against his chest.
The blonde smiled again, eating one of the two truffles left. Sharp, almost bitter, clearly Murderface, which left Pickles, and like good alcohol, Pickles was best when shared.

His smile spread as he offered the last chocolate to the near-panting brunette, “Tokis, only ones left, we’s should share. Is Pickle.” Toki smiled then, lifting his head, eyes hooded as he leaned in to neatly nip off half the truffle, purring softly as he rolled it around with his tongue.
Skwisgaar almost pouted as he chewed slowly at his own half, “Not whats I meaned.” Toki smiled, “If you wants anothers kiss Skwisgaar, just says it.”

The Swede didn’t feel any great need to say anything when he could just as easily tangle a hand through Toki’s hair and drag him down into a kiss, hungrier than the last. The brunette almost melted against his companion’s chest, fingers stroking reflexively through Skwisgaar’s hair in turn. His free hand scrabbled for a moment before finding the remote for the boombox and switching it on.

The music, such as it was, was slow to start, filling the room with tribal drums, rolling low and insistent, and Toki rolled with them, undulating against the blonde, deepening the kiss with a growl, all but demanding attention. Skwisgaar returned it in the same fashion.
The kiss soon dissolved into a tangle of chocolate-coated tongues and a clash of ever-sharper teeth. Finally Skwisgaar dragged himself away from it, almost panting, “Bitsing now.” It was both a plea and a demand, one hand still tight in Toki’s hair.

Toki made a noise like a half-swallowed groan, nodding before lunging forward, latching onto the ridge of Skwisgaar’s collarbone, not letting up even when he felt the echoes in his head of teeth scraping against bone. It was only when he tasted the too-cold, too-sluggish wash of Skwisgaar’s blood across his tongue that he let go, panting and shaking his head as if he were trying to get water out of his eyes. There was an undeniable tingle of power in the room, and he could taste it, like electricity, against the back of his throat. Skwisgaar’s eyes were unfocused, head arched back.

Toki shook his head again, “You shouldn’ts let yourselfs go so long withouts feeds, isn’t goods for you.” Skwisgaar, it seemed, was lost to the power that Toki could barely taste. Though when Toki sighed and offered Skwisgaar his arm, the blonde latched on.
His teeth were sharper than Toki remembered, and it seemed he had a lower set of fangs as well, and that was certainly a new development, but moments later it didn’t matter, because Toki was jolted by the power he’d only tasted before. He could only gasp as it rocked through him, leaving his nerves jangled. It was better than the rush he got from feeding, it was almost as good as sex, really.

Toki, at least, had fed recently, and well, so he didn’t at all mind playing Pomme for the blonde, not that he had an objection to that under normal circumstances either.
When Skwisgaar finally drew away they were both panting, and the drums seemed to have taken on a new urgency. “Now whats? Skwisgaar asked, voice almost rasping, one hunger sated only to leave others coming to the fore.
Toki grinned, slipping away from the other’s side, “You wants me? Comes get me.” He said, still grinning as he slid off the side of the bed.

The chase was purely symbolic, they’d already done the important part, candles, chocolate, bloodletting, in that order. All that was left was the sex.
Skwisgaar sighed, “You’s is really goings to makes me have to catch yous Toki?”
“Oh, I knows Skwisgaar, you’s is such a declicates creature, you’s cant handsle too much exorcisms.” He draped himself over the back of a chair then, one that was at the right angle for Skwigaar to see the arch of his spine, almost standing on tiptoe, “You’s just has to come this fars, I won’t go furthers. Comes get me.”
Skwisgaar eyed him, but there was a predatory glint in the look, smiling as he slid off the bed, half-expecting Toki to hop up and run off despite his promise that he’d stay put.

He did keep the promise though, arching his back up slightly as Skwisgaar ran his nails along the length of it. His voice was little more than a murmur when he spoke, “Is you readies Toki?”
The Norwegian just smiled, nodding and rocking his hips forward slightly against the chair, “Ja, just does it. You’s caught me, makes me yours.” The last word trailed off into an almost yelp as Skwisgaar ground forward against him, filling him completely with no warning, causing him to rock forward against the chair again, more firmly.

Skwisgaar smiled, he knew how Toki liked it, it was almost the same way he liked it, really, and certainly how he liked to give it, almost growling as he arched forward again, one hand tangling through the other’s hair, holding his head down against the seat of the chair he was draped over, arching his spine to a more extreme angle, causing his hips to angle more steeply.
As far as the blonde was concerned, it was perfect, because he could ride balls-deep with each thrust, and any movement provoked the most delicious moans from the man beneath him.

Toki gasped the first time Skwisgaar’s hips ground against his thighs, but he grinned a moment later, because it was perfect, he rolled his shoulders so that he could turn his head to look back over his shoulder at the blonde. Skwisgaar had always been beautiful, and lit by candleglow he was almost ethereal, it was enough to send another shudder of delight rolling down his spine, hips jerking forward as much they could in his current position, already rapidly approaching the brink.
The blonde purred at the shudder, dragging both hands down Toki’s sides, leaving welted trails as he scratched, fingers curling around the brunette’s hips, jerking him back against each thrust, his own hips very nearly jolting forward each time, the only sounds that could be heard over the incessant drums were Toki’s moans, Skwisgaar’s growls, and the smacking of skin against skin.

Of course, now that Toki had been pulled up away from the back of the chair, he had no friction against his own arousal, which had likely been Skwisgaar’s plan, especially as when, Toki finally managed to reach himself, the blonde batted his hand away with a growl, his own fingers curling against the root of Toki’s shaft, kneading there before stroking him firmly, fingers drumming against the Norwegian’s arousal half in time with the drumming around them and not at all in synch with the movement of his hips.

Toki moaned again, chewing at his lower lip, bracing himself as he tried to rock his hips more firmly back against the blonde’s in turn, though he was rapidly beginning to lose control, sheer pleasure curling against itself in the pit of his stomach, threatening to topple him into bliss, but never quite managing to do so.
At least not before Skwisgaar draped himself along Toki’s spine, teeth sinking against the arch of his shoulder, where it became his throat, just latching on to that bundle of tendons and nerves and worrying at it like a dog with a toy, his own movements gone erratic.

Toki yowled at that, hips rolling back against the blonde reflexively, eyes fluttering closed as he felt the wash of pleasure uncurl from the base of his spine, rocking through him, causing him to gasp and jerk back against the blonde once more, finally hitting his peak, rewarded with Skwisgaar’s growl and another, firmer, jerk of his hips, feeling the blonde shudder against his spine.

Finally Skwisgaar withdrew and gathered Toki close, almost purring as he nuzzled the line of his throat, carrying him back to bed, his voice a throaty rasp, “Is not such a dildos werewoolve holiday ats all.” He said, setting Toki down before curling up beside him, arms looping around the other, keeping him close, not about to let him forget just who he belonged to, “I thinks we celebrates it next year toos.”