Failure (Frederico) - Frederico's Haven

He seemed to delight in the way his son moved for him. He answered each move, each touch, with his kisses and his own touches. His body covered that of the younger Toreador, letting him feel the warmth that was the elder. He shifted, just enough so that he could move as gracefully as a cat, hands and fingers moving in perfect unison to heighten the pleasure, heighten the teasing that happened against Estaban's chest.

He didn't move lower when his kisses slipped lower. In fact, Frederico barely moved at all, opting instead to shift Estaban, to press him higher up onto the bed, close enough to touch the headboard if he so chose. There were soft sounds coming from Frederico's throat, too, as his nibbles and kisses stretched lower down, over Estaban's stomach as his hands danced over ribs and hip.

He felt himself being shifted under Frederico moved up until his back was against the back board and he sighed hard. One hand went to the head board, to feel the wood behind him, to find where he could hold on, as he knew later he would want to do.

He moved under his fathers kiss and touch, his body undulating and stretching, moving to each touch as well as away, seeking each bit of pleasure. His hands moved from the headboard to his fathers shoulders and head, strong fingers rubbing and running along his back and through his hair.

It seemed like it had been an eternity since Frederico had actually had his mouth on the younger Toreador. While there was joy, while they had been together, it wasn't the same. Not the same as now. With Ra'idah between them, or with another involved, there wasn't quite the intimacy that Frederico seemed to inspire, and even when they had been together before, it wasn't quite the same.

The Toreador moved now, his hands running over Estaban's sides, down over his hips, his warm lips and tongue trailing soft kisses over the younger's flesh. There was a sweetness to it, to the gentle way in which Frederico took his time, trailing little kisses and soft little bites against the younger Toreador's thighs. Just brushing against him, letting the length of Estabah brush lightly against his cheek, letting his hair brush against him, almost tickling but not quite. Yet still denying the pleasure that Estaban knew he could bring. It wasn't so much denial as letting the anticipation build, fanning the heat of that flame, and Frederico was very, very good at fanning.

Intimacy. There was so much of that now, the setting was small, private. Like the entire world had disappeared and only left the two of them. That is how Estaban moved and seemed, like the only thing in his world right now was Frederico.

The other man knew so well how to make everything perfect, how to stoke up fires and fan them into an all consuming burn. He was only beginning now working the heat up slowly. Estaban knew he would take his time.

Each touch brought a reaction, a smile, a sigh, a deep intake of breath. One touch and Estaban moved into it, another and he moved away. A moan low and soft, hands that moved to run through Frederico's hair, along the back of his head, down his neck and back up.

Whatever else, there was little doubt he was delighted with the attention.

Of course he did. How could he not? The elder Toreador was spending a good amount of time showing Estaban's thighs the appreciation that the well-toned form deserved. Light brushes of his fingertips that followed a gentle caress of lips and tongue, then back up to his hips. He let Estaban feel his heat, the heat that the fanned and the heat that the two of them created.

His mouth was gentle and warm as it caressed the length of the younger Toreador. An almost shocking sensation, there and gone just as quickly. His tongue traced the length of the Toreador, then was back at his thighs once again. So tantalizingly close, a gentle, teasing touch, and then gone again, the deep chuckle and sweet smile of the elder ever-present on the perfectly formed lips.

Estaban moved in delight at the touches and kisses graced on him from Frederico. Small sighs floated from his mouth to The elder Toreador's ears with each tender moment.

As that mouth caressed him for the briefest moment he arched forward in surprise, his eyes closing and his head going back. The fact that it ended so quickly, a tease of momentous proportions made it even better. His unneeded breath started to speed up with want, as his eyes opened and he looked down at his Sire. His hands opened and stretched down the other mans back, the slightest whisper of nails touching the other man, hinting at what would happen on the return upward.

As the younger Toreador likely expected, his back arched. Pressing himself up in an offering, or perhaps insistence, for more of those nails as they traveled over his back. He made a soft sound in his throat, a gentle purr, before his mouth trailed over to slide along Estaban's length again. Another tease, because his mouth was once again too soon gone, back to the gentle torment against the younger Toreador's thighs.

A torment that Estaban delighted in. He wiggled lightly and let out a needy moan that turned into something that hinted at pleading. His hands moved slowly over the others back again, and his legs moved to stroke the mans sides.

Just as Frederico knew what he liked, he knew what his sire liked, for his partner to want, to need, to beg. He like to be in control, and for the pleasing to be done as no one else could do. And Frederico was good enough to get what he wanted.

Without warning, his head bent. He took the younger Toreador into his mouth fully, tongue caressing the underside of his length with gentle flicks and pressure. He groaned around the flesh in his mouth, a quiet sound that sent vibrations of teasing pleasure through the Toreador below him. All the while, his hand roamed, gentle pressure and the light scraping of his nails along Estaban's thighs, his back arching when he moved fluidly to offer his back to even more of those delicious sensations.

Estaban was an instrument to be played and Frederico played his body beautifully. With each scratch, his body tensed and moved under skilled hands, responding with taut muscles, beautiful arcs and bronzed skin that matched the color of well lacquered wood. With the skill of mouth, position and tongue use, he brought the sweetest soft whispers, deep powerful moans and whimpers, like the most alluring crystalline harmonics. Frederico Played him well.

Estabs hand in the elder Toreadors hair clutched for just a moment in surprise but then turned soft again, though it was obvious by the firm if not pushy grasp, he yearned to hold the man against him in that moment. The other hand scratched lightly against the mans back, not as hard as he liked to be scratched, but in Frederico's favorite way.

The elder Toreador reacted much as Estaban expected him to. He moved and flowed, his body as fluid as water when he arched to those hands. He moved to the dance that the younger set for him, at least somewhat, like a marionette on strings, though both knew who was the puppet and who the puppeteer.

Estaban felt that gentle push into his mind, the one that had become the hallmark of Frederico. The one that meant that the elder was pleased with his son, the gentle push of two minds becoming one. While he moved, his mouth warm and gentle, taking his sweet time in tasting the younger Toreador, he very distinctly heard his Father's voice. ~Speak your desires, you know I cannot fulfill them if I do not know them. Speak for me...~

Pure joy met the mans push into his brain, letting him see all that he was feeling. He knew this and reveled in the feeling.

"I desire you, I desire this, and...I wish to feel you around me father. I wish to feel you hold me so tight."

It was a little test. Rarely did he give up this little control. But somehow Estaban knew this might be one of those times.

The elder Toreador's mouth never ceased. He continued to tighten his lips around his son, letting Estaban feel the way his throat worked to bring him pleasure. The way his tongue caressed him with each slow, gentle movement. ~Do you not already feel me around you?~

He shivered hard, holding onto the other man by the hair, and the shoulder, his hands , clutching as his nails lightly scraped against the mans skin. His head went back hard, arching as he moaned loudly.

*yeees... I do. I want to feel you more. I want to hold onto you and feel you pleased while you ride me....oh god you feel so good father."

The Toreador seemed to chuckle around his son in his throat. Estaban could feel the vibrations of it, though his tongue and lips didn't cease. They didn't even pause, really, before there was an answer in the younger Toreador's mind. ~Are you sure you are ready for me, my son?~

FTB