Two Halves of Darkness (Yoru/Cravek)

[serkal]

He reached back and gripped yoru's legs before yanked them forward while leaning back, throwing the Zercan on the ground, and impaling himself on said male's arousal.

[Anelir]

Yoru gasped as his eyes shut, teeth clenching at the sudden tight heat. The Zercan took a deep breath, his arms wrapping around the other's waist.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." He grunted as he managed to get himself back into a kneeling position behind the Jeskaran, not giving any warning as he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting roughly back in. He grunted, arms sliding down pale sides as he gripped the top of Cravek's thighs.

[serkal]

Cravek let out an low growl, and clawed at his chest, pink strips following his still dull nails. It felt like there were insects under his skin, crawling through veins fire. Was this what being in an induced heat felt like? He loved it, and hated it at the same time.

[Anelir]

He quickened his pace, the feeling of heat building below his stomach as he licked at the base of Cravek's neck. Yoru placed a kiss to the pale skin before licking his lips and biting into the soft flesh; the blood a sweet burn on his tongue as a small drop escaped his lips. His claws bit lightly into the other's thighs, though not enough to draw blood.

[serkal]

Cravek tilted his head for his mate, revealing as much skin as possible. His hand threaded into Yoru's hair, as he stroked himself with the other.

[Anelir]

Releasing the mark, he lapped at the wound, sealing it. Yoru moved the other's hand away, stroking the other in time with his thrusts.









(Is brain dead, srry. *bow*)

[serkal]

His eyes snapped open when his prostate was hit, "Harder Yoru, Harder!" Cravek moaned, and buried his hands deeper into the Zercan's black tresses.

[Anelir]

Making sure to keep that angle, his thrusts became harder, his breath coming out in pants. Yoru made sure not to hurt the other with as much as his fogged brain would allow, knowing the blood gave him more strength.

[serkal]

Cravek gasped with each thrust, feeling his climax build rapidly, "Gah... Yo-Yoru... I-I'm... G-gonna C-c-cum... S-soon..."

[Anelir]

"Mmm." A low moan escaped from his throat. "Cum for me Cravek." He growled out between pants, feeling his own end nearing, his senses clouded by the other's scent.








(Is there any nickname you don't particularly want Yoru to call Cravek? I wish to live ^^)

[serkal]

Cravek's mind went blank, his hips bucking in pleasure, "Ah, Yoru..." He slumped against his lover.




{No overly sappy pillow talk, i.e. honey, sugar-muffin, pooky, ect. Or else Cravek will smother Yoru with a pillow, as soon as he can find one.}

[Anelir]

Yoru grunted at the tightening of the other around him, cuming deep inside the other before falling on his arms, careful not to squish Cravek.
Nuzzling into the pale neck, he lapped at the mark; making sure it sealed properly. He purred deeply in the back of his throat, not used to the feeling. The Zercan couldn't actually remember the last time he had felt sated enough to produce the feline sound.






(rofl, good because I would murder anyone who dares call me any of those XD Um, as for Yoru, parts of his name are ok, whatever. Considering what you told me, I'm pretty sure you won't be calling him anything that will make me throw up and force Yoru to go OOC ^^)

[serkal]

Cravek smiled when he felt the purring against his back,"Mmnn... That feels nice Yoru... I like it when you purr..."


{Finals are causing massive brain trauma}

[Anelir]

He gave a tired smile, nuzzling against the back of his mate's neck.
'Mmmm, 'mate' I like the sound of that.' He thought as his purring got louder. "Mm, mine." Yoru licked at the mark possessively, sliding his arms under the other and pulling the Jeskaran to his chest and he moved them both to lay on their sides.



(lol, That was probably what the problem was. Though now that it's all done, I feel relieved, though I will be loosing this laptop because it is the schools. It may take me longer to reply, it may not. Not sure when I'll get my new computer)

[serkal]

The jeskaran sighed, and reached between them to grab Yoru's shaft, "And this is mine..." His eyes glazed, and then he groaned "I hate having a deamone oracle as a father sometimes..."