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by Surreal 
Feedback:  surreal666@hotmail.com
Rating: NC/17 for m/m sex
Pairing:  Langly/Byers
Category:  Slash, PWP
Summery:  A night in the life; a place to be.

~~<_>~~

Kneeling on the bed, facing each other, neither needs to
speak.  The silent glances, the long moments of holding 
the other's gaze tell everything they need to know.  Each
with a knee between the legs of the other, they entwined
their bodies in the familiar but always new eroticism of
their joining.

Soft, dark blue eyes smile up shyly at the other man,
not shy because of fear, or hesitance;  merely the familiar
seduction he had found to be most effective in this one
secret place where they could be themselves without hiding.

Byers brings his hand up slowly, brushing back the dangling
strands of blond hair, tucking them behind Langly's ear and
finding in the motion an equally pleased pair of hazel eyes 
staring back at him.  

The younger man brings the hand he has resting on Byers' 
shoulder across to firmly grasp the back of his neck, leaning
forward to capture his lips.  The kiss is welcomed eagerly,
Byers parting his lips to invite the questing tongue to fully
explore him, taste him.  

The musky smell of arousal fills his senses, the heat of
desire, need pouring from the younger man in waves.  One
touch is like testing a fire, knowing you could be burned
but instinctively drawn to the heat.

Steadily increasing heat builds through the older man's body,
spreading quickly until he feels almost dizzy, the lack of
oxygen making him gasp when Langly finally releases him.
He gives a pleasured purr and ducks his head to nuzzle his
kiss-swollen lips into the flushed skin of the younger man's
neck, nibbling a light trail up to the spot he had memorized 
through practice, the thin skin behind Langly's left ear that
made him tremble with desire.

Langly returns the action, bending his head down to lick and
bite gently across his lover's shoulder, his hands in constant
motion as they stroke up and down Byers' sides, across his 
chest to fondle hard nipples, tangle in the small trail of soft
hair.  Down to massage the tight muscles of the older man's
thighs, Byers instinctively spreading his legs further apart to
invite more intimate contact.  

Byers rests his forehead on Langly's shoulder, watching as
his hands take Langly's hardening erection into a gentle,
always curious hold.  The younger man gives an almost-silent
gasp of pleasure, his embrace tightening as he feels the warm,
strong fingers wrap around him and caress his most sensitive
spots, finding them with uncanny knowledge.  

His hand moving down to touch the older man the way he is being
touched, he finds the stiff cock easily, resting against Byers'
thigh.  Langly sighs contentedly as he feels the flesh in his hand
grow harder rapidly in response to his touch, as it always has.

With a quick, intense kiss, Langly turns away to grab the tube of
lubricant from the table next to the bed, taking the lid off with
one hand before turning back to face the other man.  He meets 
the blue eyes with the silent, respectful question and is answered
with a single, knowing nod of permission.  

Squeezing a good amount of the slick substance onto the fingers
of his right hand, he tosses the tube back to its place.  Scooting 
forward just a bit, he wraps his arms around his lover and feels
the relaxing sigh as the older man begins to prepare himself.  

Resting his head on Langly's shoulder, Byers breathes slowly, feeling
the first contact of the wet, warmed slickness against his opening,
gentle pressure as Langly reads his responses with ever-present
concern.  The first finger enters him easily, probing lightly to get
him to relax first, open up to the most intimate of contact.

Byers finds himself drifting with the feeling as now two fingers 
enter him, stretching him, and he brings his hand down to wrap around
Langly's hardness again and absently stroke.  The younger man finds
an unconscious rhythm with him, the hand around him stroking with
the same tempo as the fingers he is using to prepare his lover.

By the time Langly feels Byers is ready, the older man is breathing
hard, whimpering softly with desire.  Byers raises his head, the red
flush of arousal, the brightness in his eyes tells Langly all he needs to
know.  

Byers kisses him, his breathlessness making him come up for air often 
as he pushes forward, making Langly lay back against the pillows.  

Langly finds himself flat on his back, the older man leaning over him
with a predatory grin.  Byers brings his legs up, straddling the younger
man's hips and leans down again to kiss him.

The younger man watches with barely suppressed pleasure as Byers 
carefully settles down on the cock jutting up under him.  Byers slowly
takes the hardness into him, his hands on Langly's chest to control his
body.  Langly puts his hands on Byers' hips to steady him, as Byers 
stops halfway to let his body adjust.  Finally pushing past the tight ring
of muscle, Byers takes his lover into him completely, to the hilt.

Byers sighs with satisfaction of the feeling of being filled, completed.
He savors the feel of the other man's pulsing organ pressing deep into 
him, feeling the quick heartbeat of the other man within his own body.

Langly's hands stroke up his thighs, his thumbs gently pressing against 
the sensitive insides.  He lays still, knowing that by putting them in this
position, Byers wants to feel in control of his own body, to lead them in
this act of love.

With a grunt of effort, Byers begins to move, a gentle, slow, rocking 
motion.  He closes his eyes, a low moan escaping him as he feels Langly
pushing into him, matching his movements with equal care.

This erotic dance is of second nature to them, the feel of the other's 
body long since memorized, catalogued, and marked as claimed 
territory.  Both with their eyes closed, their hands moving by themselves
and finding all the right places to get *that* desired reaction;  the hiss
of intense pleasure, the short, hard groan of comfortable pain when he
angles his thrusts right *there*.  Everything so perfectly in tune, yet
new in so many ways.

Bodies slick with a sheen of sweat, the silence only broken by the ragged
breathes, the low moans and grunts of ecstasy, the smooth, soft sounds 
of skin-on-skin.  

Langly brings his legs up, bending his knees to create a brace for Byers
to lean against as he pleasures them both selflessly, his entire being 
focused on his increasingly intense rocking against the man beneath
him.  

Slipping his right hand from Byers' hip, Langly reaches to where his
touch is needed most.  His long fingers wrapping around the familiar,
hard heat laying against his stomach, he strokes the other man in time
with his counterthrusts.  Grazing over the head, he feels the wetness
of precum dripping from the tip and uses it to slick his hand, his long
strokes making Byers cry out with need and push down harder.

Langly can feel the desperation in Byers' motions now, the unsteady
thrusts telling the younger man that they were both close to the edge.
He begins to thrust hard up into the pliant body, Byers moaning with
each quick breath.  

Byers feels himself tighten as he is quickly brought to the edge of
climax.  Langly opens his eyes, watching for what he desires most.
The tiny, sweet smile curving Byers' lips, and finally, the sharp 
gasp as he feels the first violent spasms course through his body.
Thrashing wildly, Byers chokes out an utterly contented sob of
completion.

The sight of his lover's complete abandon, the tightness surrounding
him triggers Langly's orgasm, his body arching as he throws his
head back and releases himself deep into Byers.

As Byers finally spirals down from his climax, he feels his body
go slack and collapses onto the heaving chest beneath him.  His
hands on Langly's upper arms still, he turns his head to press his
face against the younger man's throat.  Finding the most natural
embrace, his lips touch the pulsepoint of Langly's throat and
he can feel the rapid heartbeat pounding against him even as
the blood still rushes through his ears with his own pulse.

Langly instinctively catches the collapsing body, his arms curling
around the older man and holding him tight.  His hands stroking
over the slick skin of Byers' back, he soothes the tremors still
rattling through his lover.  The hot, gasping breaths against his
throat gradually slow down and even out as the older man drifts
in semi-conscious bliss.

Regaining strength and control of his body, Langly tightens his
grip on the other man, one arm sliding down to wrap around Byers'
waist as he rolls them onto their sides, slipping out of Byers gently
as he moves them.  

A muffled grunt of protest rumbles against his chest and he 
chuckles softly, reaching up to stroke the short, damp hair.  
"Shh, hon.  Sleep," he whispers, reaching back to pull the blankets
over them.

Byers burrows deeper against him, barely awake but naturally 
drawn to the younger man.  He slips one leg between Langly's,
his arms still wrapped tightly around him and face pressed
against the smooth chest, head tucked in the crook of Langly's 
neck.  

With a shuddering, contented sigh, Byers lets go of the last bit
of consciousness, Langly pressing a kiss to the top of his lover's
head before he follows him.

~~<_>~~

End.