Failure (Frederico) - Frederico's Haven

Oh Estaban reacted and reacted nicely. He shivered and arched as the teeth bit in lightly, his skin alive everywhere his Sire touched him. His own fingers played across Frederico's skin, under his shirt.

"I do not think that is going to make it any better, father. All it is going to do is damage her a little more. Some things take time. She has been this way a long time, and in the last year she has grown so much."

He started to laugh. Truly laugh.

"I did not say I should spend more time in bed with her, my son. I said spend more time with her."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh Frederico, you and I both know that if you spend enough time with any woman they will find themselves in your bed. You cannot help it, you are just that charismatic and sexy."

He laughed quietly, his fingertips tracing little circles over Estaban's chest.

"I am. But I would never force it, and you know it."

He smiled seductively and let his own fingers up to move through his hair.

"I know you never would. I am sure you will do your best to help Ra'i whatever you do."

He purred quietly, his head tilting to the touch of Estaban's fingers.

"I most certainly would."

He laughed and sighed happily.

"I know you would. You are a good man. And you know how important she is to me."

Gentle teeth nibbled their way down Estaban's neck.

"You should have more faith in me, my son."

He shivered.

"What do you mean? I have every faith in you."

He nipped at Estaban's shoulder again. This time, the hand against him moved a little more firmly.

"Then have more faith in her."

Estaban gasped in pleasure and ran his hands against the other man.

"I do father. I am not afraid of what you probably think I am. I just worry for her. I will try not to."

More buttons fell prey to the expert fingers of the Elder Toreador, the warmth of his hand running along Estaban's chest and stomach. Frederico's mouth was hot and sweet, whispering quietly to his son only moments before he nipped at his earlobe.

"Stop fretting."

Estaban took in a long deep breath and arched just a little into those hands. Frederico knew how much he enjoyed that touch, needed that touch. And then with the nip he melted in the mans arms. His own hands played against the other man's chest, caressing the skin and enjoying the feel of it.

"Hmm, no fretting then."

The conversation was clearly over. His hands played along the flesh of the Toreador's stomach, the tips of his fingers gently sliding beneath the waistband of the man's pants. He purred at the touched against him, but reached up with his other hand, turning Estaban's head so that he could capture the sweet, young mouth of the Toreador with his own. Tongues danced, teeth nipped, and the glorious sound of pleasured sighs from the elder of the two filled the room.

He was fine with that, enjoying the time with his Sire with words or with deeds. He sighed as Frederico's hands dipped and moved against his body. His mouth was caught and her moaned happily as he felt himself taken by his father. Such a sweet taste and lovely kiss.

He kissed him back, slowly but with need, dancing and exploring the man, his own hands finally finishing releasing the other man from his shirt.

This was a slow, subtle dance. A dance of seduction, of two lovers coming together after a long separation. It wasn't truly the case, however, but it certainly had that same feel to it. Each touch was to be measured and shared, each kiss sweet and gentle. Until, of course, the time for gentleness had ended.

He turned the younger Toreador, his fingers gently playing with the clasp of his pants. Not releasing it, but toying with it. Giving the promise that it would eventually come undone, that the hands that danced along his flesh would release him... eventually. The eyes of the elder were closed, drinking in the taste, the feel, the sounds of the younger Toreador.

Estaban knew this dance, intimately. He had been taught it by the same man who danced with him now. They were old partners that knew each other in and out, so comfortable that sometimes they moved as one. He returned each touch as it was supposed to be, each kiss gentle, almost haunting. But something had changed.

Estaban had learned more. He continued the dance, but he focused not on the dace as much as on the other man, his sire. Frederico slowly would get the feeling that somehow he was the only thing in his childe's life in this moment, The elder Toreador was everything and all of Estaban was centered on his, focused.

Frederico turned him and Estaban moved willingly moaning softly. His hands moved to thank him, to cherish him, to delight in everything the man gave him now and happy for whatever he would give later, giving himself over as he danced but also showing the other all the attention he could, his hands caressing him, his legs rubbing against him and his mouth returning joy for joy.

It was a dance, one that each Toreador had mastered. The heat between them was almost a tangible thing, the way they each kissed and caressed, soft and gentle hands feeling each other. Frederico could feel the rising intimacy between them, could feel it as much as the heat that rose between them. It made him smile.

The shirt that Estaban wore was quickly and skillfully discarded, replaced by the warm fingers of his sire. The soft touches, meant to excite and tease as much as feel the glorious body of his childe, roamed and dipped over the sweet, smooth flesh. His mouth was just as sweet, the lips and tongue of each of them touching, caressing more than battling, for the feel of the other.

Oh, and how sweet it was. Now that the discussion had ended, that the talk of more unpleasant things gone, the fingers dipped lower, caressing the stomach and just beyond the waist of the pants that Estaban still wore. Another slight teasing at the clasp of the pants that still covered even sweeter flesh, gone just as quickly. With his nose, he adjusted Estaban's face, so that he could both nuzzle and begin to taste the sweet flesh of the throat of his childe.

In a smooth motion, the Elder Toreador rose, bringing Estaban with him. Still not quite as potent as his childe, but with a grace and ease that spoke of more than just a little hint of strength, he started to carry the younger Toreador to a place more comfortable, toward the bedroom, where they could enjoy each other without the obstacle of furniture. Where they had more room to dance and play.

Estaban danced that dance with his father happily. His body cherished the attention the elder Toreador lavished upon him, moving to every touch, delighting in every spectacular sensation he shared with him. His fathers touch was amazing and it wasnt long before he to went to help his Sire's shirt go to the side.

His hands moved over the sensitive and delightful flesh of Frederico's chest, reminding himself of the feel of it even as he groaned and sighed at what the other mans hands where doing. He suddenly found his head nudged up and let out a small cry of pleasure as his throat was touched and tasted so lightly, with such panache.

Suddenly he found himself lifted and carried into the bedroom, much to his delight. It had been so long since anyone had done this, since he had felt strong hands carry him to be played with. Oh ys, this was going to be a night to remember.

It was very nearly a bodice-ripper romance novel moment. Estaban found himself gently placed on the bed, the warm body of Frederico nearly covering his. He was to the side, just slightly, his elbow on the bed to support his head as he rolled gently toward his lover.

Here, his gentle fingers continued. He caressed, the fingers of the Toreador tracing small circles along Estaban's chest. But they trailed lower, over his abs, so that he could finally, with great finesse, unbutton the pants that still covered Estaban from the waist down. Once the button was open, however he didn't slide the garment away. Not yet. First, his hand dipped, warmly covering the flesh at his pubic bone with those same light, gentle caresses. He leaned close, coming to the other for another of those heated, passionate kisses.

Oh, it was not far from an Avon historical novel, well accept they didnt have two men together. Estaban smiled and sighed as he found himself so close to his father, on the bed and being touched in all the right places and the right ways. He stretched, his body moving to react to the caresses. Somehow as he did so, his body seemed to move in a series of pictures, every moment catching the light so well, looking just right, moving so right, looking so perfect and always seemingly just for Frederico.

He caught his breath and bit his bottom lip, his eyes closing and his head going back just the slightest bit as his sires hand dipped down lower. Then his mouth was busy. At the first touch of his fathers passionate kiss he melted and then seemed to heat up, throwing himself into that kiss with more passion. Passion heated up by the older man against him.

got to love that magical hooker.

Harlequin has those novels, though! I know! I read them! Partially in preparation for this! His hand dipped again, sliding over the hip of the younger Toreador. The moves and the way that the younger moved, so much like a certain redhead, wasn't lost on Frederico, either. He chuckled, very softly, against his son's lips.

Then the actual removal of Estaban's pants started. First one side, then the other, as the warm palm of Frederico moved over the swell of his hip, taking all fabric with it. His head dipped again, finding the base of Estaban's throat. Light little nibbles there, followed by soft kisses, and more little nibbles, as the Elder Toreador made quick work of anything that Estaban still wore.

The clothes came off easily and eagerly. He lifted his hips so the pants could slide off as easily as Frederico wished. Even as he did so, he pressed himself into the other mans hands, enjoy the feel of them. Enjoy the warmness of him.

Estaban's head went back to let Frederico have as much access to his throat as the man wanted. His hands moved across Frederico's chest, lightly touching the skin and caressing it, his finger tips moving across the mans nipples. The sounds out of his mouth was a sigh but almost a purr. Oh he was most assuredly enjoying himself. Though he just noticed he was the only one fully undressed. Oh look, hands.

The Toreador moved deftly, making sure that the younger Toreador wore nothing but his expression by the time he was done. He still didn't move to take his son in his hands, though, not quite yet. The warm palm shifted so that it could slide over the swell of his hip again, up along his side, the fingertips dancing lightly over the ribs.

His head came up again, just enough to look down at Estaban with a soft, half-smile on his lips. His head dipped, his lips brushing lightly first, then deepening yet another kiss of his lips against that of the younger Toreador. There was nothing frantic about his movement, nothing hurried and nothing to indicate the growing desire that was felt between the two of them. But it was still there, the slow heat that had started to build, Frederico shifting again to cover Estaban's body with his own. So that he could more easily trial those gentle kisses and light little nips of his teeth down over the man's throat and torso, lightly toying with Estaban's nipples with lips and teeth and tongue, his back moving sinuously to the touch of the Toreador.

Estaban's head moved back and he arched up into the body that covered his raising them both off the bed. His body moved like a dancers, the arch moving from his hip and up his back till it was his chest and neck that arched up as an offering to the other man, sweet and purposeful.

Those half kisses, becoming more, oh so much more, his body softened, relaxing and stretching, moving into each kiss but never ahead of it. His fingers gently moved over the other mans back, soft nails gently scratching his back. And a soft sighs coming from a mouth moving softly in answer to the kisses that moved down his body.