Post by SomniumPuella on Nov 1, 2009 4:08:33 GMT
tonberry; you requested porn. Hope you're happy ;D.
Also, first Trinity porn (that I know of) so I feel slightly awkward.
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Warnings: [glow=red,2,300]Porn, porn pornity porn[/glow]. Explicit sex of the homosexual variety. Also possible swearing. And sap (because apparently I can't write Ross/Jonty without sap). Bad grammer too and references to kinky sex.
Waking up in Ross' arms was a pleasure, who needed thousand count egyptian cotton pillows (standard Dandelion Club bedding, although Dorian - who was bloody picky - refused to sleep in a bed without pure silk sheets and pillows) when he could have Ross. Who was not only comfortable enough to be a pillow but remained nice and warm all the time. Rather smug, Jonty re-arranged himself slightly.
Ross was half awake and smiled at Jonty, running one hand down Jonty's spine. A move which never failed to make Jonty squirm, Ross' hands were calloused from rowing and Jonty was a little bit ticklish.
"G'morning." Ross chuckled, amused at his partners ticklishness. Jonty glowered at him, the effect totally ruined by the fact his hair was in complete disarray and he was still blinking sleep from his eyes. Then, in the only way he knew to conclusively shut Ross up (or stop him doing pretty much anything), Jonty wriggled up the bed and pressed his mouth to Ross'.
Ross rolled on top of him and deepened the kiss and parts which had only been half interested before suddenly got more interested. Vaguely Jonty noticed that even while kissing passionately Ross had himself braced so he wouldn't accidentally squash Jonty. That spoke volumes about the sort of boyfriend Ross was. But Jonty had far more pleasant things on his mind than elucidating on Ross' many good boyfriendly qualities.
Far better things.
Things like the muscles in Ross' back and Ross' own hand sneaking down to become incredibly friendly with Jonty's behind. Jonty arched against Ross and pretty much purred into the kiss. Definitely the best way of waking up ever. Especially when Ross dipped a finger into his crack, nipping at his bottom lip at the same time. If Jonty hadn't had an erection pressing desperately against Ross' hip then that would have done it.
Ross rolled off him, groping with one hand for the lube kept on the bedside table (condoms had become obsolete after they had committed to a monogamous relationship and had the monthly STD check (Getting the bedders preggers was allowed. Giving them the clap or whatever wasn't)), Jonty went with the roll and ended up happily astride his boyfriend. Perfect.
Things only got better from there on in, Ross sliding one slick finger inside him and crooking it ohgodjustright. Then two and Jonty was moaning loudly that he didn't need any more (they'd been enthusiastic enough last night). The fingers were removed forthwith and despite the low keen Jonty let out at the loss of the talented calloused fingers he still stole the lube off Ross so he could slick up his boyfriends prick. That got a moan out of Ross, because Jonty knew exactly how to handle his boyfriend.
Then Ross' hands were on Jonty's hips, steadying but not controlling, and Ross was inside Jonty and everything was perfect. Despite, or possibly because of, last night's enthusiasm Jonty took his time and luxuriated in the feel of it all. Of course it didn't take long before Jonty was slamming his hips down and Ross was arching up to meet him. Awkward, messy kisses and hands everywhere; Ross' nails scratching dull red lines on the pale skin of Jonty's back. Despite that one of Ross' hands always stayed on Jonty's hip, just in case the balence was needed.
Ross had never believed in defined roles for sex, so long as Jonty was happy then he was too. There were occasions when Jonty wanted complete control, occasions where sex was slow and soft and occasions when Jonty wanted to be controlled. So long as they were both safe and happy Ross didn't care.
The frantic pace eased as Ross found the perfect angle which had Jonty mewling and keening and wrapped one hand around Jonty's stiff erection. Barely five strokes in and Jonty was going out of his mind with pleasure and god that was the most beautiful sight Ross had ever seen. Two or three strokes later and Jonty was coming, his arsehole spasming into a hot, tight vice and Ross couldn't help going over the edge himself.
Once they'd both come down and Ross had found the baby-wipes that they also kept on the bedside table (Jonty had somewhat sensitive skin) they curled back up together. Warm and sated and completely forgetting that they both had lectures in half an hour.
"Best boyfriend ever." Was all Jonty could mumble against the sweat-sheened shoulder he was using as a pillow.
"Mmmhmmm" was Ross' reply.
Okay, that was fun to write. Hope you liked it tonberry.
And yes, I was seeing how noticable I could make the 'porn' bit at the top
Also, first Trinity porn (that I know of) so I feel slightly awkward.
.Warnings: [glow=red,2,300]Porn, porn pornity porn[/glow]. Explicit sex of the homosexual variety. Also possible swearing. And sap (because apparently I can't write Ross/Jonty without sap). Bad grammer too and references to kinky sex.
Waking up in Ross' arms was a pleasure, who needed thousand count egyptian cotton pillows (standard Dandelion Club bedding, although Dorian - who was bloody picky - refused to sleep in a bed without pure silk sheets and pillows) when he could have Ross. Who was not only comfortable enough to be a pillow but remained nice and warm all the time. Rather smug, Jonty re-arranged himself slightly.
Ross was half awake and smiled at Jonty, running one hand down Jonty's spine. A move which never failed to make Jonty squirm, Ross' hands were calloused from rowing and Jonty was a little bit ticklish.
"G'morning." Ross chuckled, amused at his partners ticklishness. Jonty glowered at him, the effect totally ruined by the fact his hair was in complete disarray and he was still blinking sleep from his eyes. Then, in the only way he knew to conclusively shut Ross up (or stop him doing pretty much anything), Jonty wriggled up the bed and pressed his mouth to Ross'.
Ross rolled on top of him and deepened the kiss and parts which had only been half interested before suddenly got more interested. Vaguely Jonty noticed that even while kissing passionately Ross had himself braced so he wouldn't accidentally squash Jonty. That spoke volumes about the sort of boyfriend Ross was. But Jonty had far more pleasant things on his mind than elucidating on Ross' many good boyfriendly qualities.
Far better things.
Things like the muscles in Ross' back and Ross' own hand sneaking down to become incredibly friendly with Jonty's behind. Jonty arched against Ross and pretty much purred into the kiss. Definitely the best way of waking up ever. Especially when Ross dipped a finger into his crack, nipping at his bottom lip at the same time. If Jonty hadn't had an erection pressing desperately against Ross' hip then that would have done it.
Ross rolled off him, groping with one hand for the lube kept on the bedside table (condoms had become obsolete after they had committed to a monogamous relationship and had the monthly STD check (Getting the bedders preggers was allowed. Giving them the clap or whatever wasn't)), Jonty went with the roll and ended up happily astride his boyfriend. Perfect.
Things only got better from there on in, Ross sliding one slick finger inside him and crooking it ohgodjustright. Then two and Jonty was moaning loudly that he didn't need any more (they'd been enthusiastic enough last night). The fingers were removed forthwith and despite the low keen Jonty let out at the loss of the talented calloused fingers he still stole the lube off Ross so he could slick up his boyfriends prick. That got a moan out of Ross, because Jonty knew exactly how to handle his boyfriend.
Then Ross' hands were on Jonty's hips, steadying but not controlling, and Ross was inside Jonty and everything was perfect. Despite, or possibly because of, last night's enthusiasm Jonty took his time and luxuriated in the feel of it all. Of course it didn't take long before Jonty was slamming his hips down and Ross was arching up to meet him. Awkward, messy kisses and hands everywhere; Ross' nails scratching dull red lines on the pale skin of Jonty's back. Despite that one of Ross' hands always stayed on Jonty's hip, just in case the balence was needed.
Ross had never believed in defined roles for sex, so long as Jonty was happy then he was too. There were occasions when Jonty wanted complete control, occasions where sex was slow and soft and occasions when Jonty wanted to be controlled. So long as they were both safe and happy Ross didn't care.
The frantic pace eased as Ross found the perfect angle which had Jonty mewling and keening and wrapped one hand around Jonty's stiff erection. Barely five strokes in and Jonty was going out of his mind with pleasure and god that was the most beautiful sight Ross had ever seen. Two or three strokes later and Jonty was coming, his arsehole spasming into a hot, tight vice and Ross couldn't help going over the edge himself.
Once they'd both come down and Ross had found the baby-wipes that they also kept on the bedside table (Jonty had somewhat sensitive skin) they curled back up together. Warm and sated and completely forgetting that they both had lectures in half an hour.
"Best boyfriend ever." Was all Jonty could mumble against the sweat-sheened shoulder he was using as a pillow.
"Mmmhmmm" was Ross' reply.
Okay, that was fun to write. Hope you liked it tonberry.
And yes, I was seeing how noticable I could make the 'porn' bit at the top
