Chapter 5
Tres' shower lasted about half the time Abel's had; part of the reason being was that Tres was anxious about his little 'plan' for the Crusnik, so he was out in no time at all.
Purposefully wanting to tease Abel as he had him, Tres walked out of the bathroom in just his unzipped, barely pulled on black pants. (A/N: swoons)
Abel's jaw dropped and he quickly stood up from the bed, also dressed in black pants and a white button-up shirt.
Tres walked sultrily up to his gaping Abel, who was busy watching Tres's hips sway with each tempting step he took, as well as the way his lean muscles that decorated his ideal body moved in his stride.
Deadly sexy…too put it lightly.
Tres smiled as he delighted in seeing Abel react to him that way; lustful shock, horny trance, whichever came first; it all suited him fine.
As soon as Tres was in front of Abel, who had gulped very audibly, he slipped his slender arms around Abel's neck and stood on his tip-toes; bringing their faces close.
Tres rubbed their noses together with his eyes closed, and whispered with his lips ghosting past Abel's own lips, "Kiss me."
Abel did not have to be told twice as he felt his blood heat up from Tres' touches and from the feel of his arms around him, so he slowly lifted his hands up to Tres' small face and cupped his cheeks.
Abels fingers found their way into Tres' soft, wet hair as Tres' face rested gently in his palms. Both men were positively lost in each other's gaze, and before they knew it, Abel had leaned down and captured Tres' lips with his own.
Tres squeezed Abel's back as soon as their lips touched, already loving the sensation of having Abel kiss him so passionately. Abel responded by softly moaning into their kiss and tilting Tres' chin up to him; their bodies completely melded into one another.
If he had thought he was on fire before, Abel was practically molten now from finally having those perfect lips he had long adored pressed up against his in their deep, wonderful kiss.
Unknowingly, Abel had pressed his lips harder against Tres', which also resulted in their chests rubbing together. Abel felt himself get insatiably hard as Tres further pushed his lithe form into Abel's slightly bigger one, rubbing his small thigh against his erection.
Both opened their mouths at the same time to gasp for air and in an instant, their tongues meshed together in a myriad of sensual strokes and caresses, making them continuously purr for the other. Abel let his fingertips gently slide down Tres' jaw to his neck, and then broke their kiss to lick at the exposed flesh.
Tres instantly tilted his head the other way, panting and gasping and clawing encouragingly at Abel's back as the taller man sucked lightly on the crook of his neck and held his waist. Abel could not help but grind his cock into Tres' as he continued his work and massaged Tres' hips in his hands; his need growing with each passing second with the Gunslinger.
Tres was slipping into a sweet madness from Abel's ministrations, as he whimpered and groaned while Abel nipped at his skin then proceeded to lick the bite marks he would leave on Tres' shoulder.
Blindly, but carefully, Abel walked forward, making Tres walk backward towards the bed, still not taking his lips off Tres' skin. As if he were made out of gold, Abel slowly laid Tres down on the bed and remained on top of him, now sucking a little bit harder on the Killing Doll's collarbone.
Tres loved it - loved how Abel was methodically moving lower on him as well as gradually becoming rougher with his ministrations.
And he was.
Abel seized the waistband of Tres' pants and hastily pulled them off the Doll; his winter blue eyes starving to see more of his perfect skin. He was not disappointed.
Abel suddenly dropped to his knees in front of the sprawled out Gunslinger on the bed, and playfully nosed through his auburn pubic hair with a sly smirk curling his lips. Tres squirmed from Abel tickling him, but stopped as soon as he felt Abel wrap his long fingers around his swollen length.
Surpised, Tres looked down at Abel just in time to see him sensuously lick his lips and purr to him, "Just relax, baby."
Tres' cock jumped at the dirty statement, but he happily obliged.
With nothing else said, Abel started taking Tres' cock into his mouth and down his throat, sucking and licking every inch of him as he went. Abel wanted Tres to melt for him.
Tres threw his head back against the pillows as he gasped and murmured something inaudible, mind swimming and yet not being able to think of anything at the same time.
Abel sucked Tres' cock in ultra-slow strokes, making his veins swell underneath his silky skin. Tres arched his body and slid his fingers into Abel's silky-smooth silver hair, loving how the beautiful tresses felt in his hands.
Further making Tres a hot pile of putty, Abel began moving his hand and mouth up and down Tres' length together, making his strokes cover more of him at a quicker pace.
Tres could not hold back the many airy, begging noises he was making as Abel continued coaxing him to his limit in the most incredible way, his pace gradually increasing, making Tres burn with the desire to climax.
"Abel…" Tres warned breathlessly, though he could not bring himself to stop his little pushes on Abel's head to make him suck back down on his hot erection. To his surprise and utter delight, Abel only squeezed him harder in his hand and began moaning low in his throat, making the slightest vibrations tingle against Tres.
Freeing his hands from Abel's hair to clutch at the bed sheets, Tres arched his body high as he let his delicious pleasure rip through with a breathy moan of Abel's name as he came in the Crusnik's throat.
Abel had let out a sensual 'mmm' when Tres' warm seed had flooded into his mouth; swallowing the essence as if it was a fine wine. Seeing Abel savor his come only made Tres want more of his sexy angel.
Abel gracefully stood up and in front of Tres, looking into Tres' flushed face with his cool eyes.
Tres could not peel his eyes off Abel's perfect body as he started slowly unbuttoning his own shirt, eventually letting it fall off him carelessly, and then teasingly rolling his hips out of his pants. It was beautiful, it was seducing, it was…marvelous, and Tres greedily drank in the sight of Abel nude and crawling on top of him.
Abel roughly kissed Tres, their lips and tongues immediately caught up in a glorious battle where it did not matter who was the victor. Tres squeezed Abel's solid shoulders as they moaned into each other's mouths; Tres already feeling another round of searing eroticism boil up in his aching groin.
Abel broke their heated, breathless kissing, still keeping his entire body melded into Tres, and said, "Tell me what you want, Tres." Tres was a little shocked at the demand; a sudden slight panic threatening his senses.
However, he tapped into his strongest, overbearing feeling that dissolved all the others and said quietly through more kisses, "I want to be inside you, Abel." Kiss. "Please…" Kiss. Abel delighted in the way Tres begged him, the sound of it sending shivers all over him, and he smiled and sat up in Tres' warm lap.
With a quick lean backwards, unintentionally giving Tres a good look at Abel's stretched out, rippling muscles, Abel had scooped up his discarded pants from the floor and dug in a pocket. Abel smirked slightly as he pulled out a small tube of clear liquid from the pocket, and dropped the pants back to the floor.
Abel securely straddled Tres' narrow hips, popped open the cap of the vial, placed a few drops in his palm, then closed the tube and set is aside. Tres licked his dry lips as he caught himself gaping at Abel.
Everything the alluring man did dripped with sex.
Abel gripped Tres' with his lubed up hand and smeared the liquid all over Tres' begging sex. Upon contact, it heated up on his skin, making Tres buck slightly into Abel's grasp; loving it; needing to have more. Abel smiled at Tres' impatience, and took his hand off him; leaning down close to him.
Tres almost whined at the sudden loss of pleasure, but his air caught in his throat as Abel seized his own hand and put another couple of drops on Tres' own fingers, rubbing them to fully coat them. Abel kissed Tres deeply as he pulled Tres' hand around to his ass, which he had raised a little off his lap. Tres was one hundred percent fine with letting Abel do whatever it was that he wanted to do, seeing as how everything Abel had been doing thus far had felt absolutely amazing and had successfully blown his mind.
Before he could register much else, he felt his fingers gingerly rub against Abel's entrance; Abel slowly moving his own hand over Tres' to guide him. Abel moaned into their kiss as he pushed Tres's fingers slowly into himself, leaning back into it to accept the full pleasure and pressure. Abel slid Tres's slick fingers out of him but only to roughly push them in again, making him break their kiss as he tilted his back and moaned.
Tres was going mad from Abel pleasuring himself with his own fingers; he had to take control now. Tres began pumping his fingers in and out of Abel's sweltering entrance, capturing his lips with his own to muffle and swallow his delicious pants and gasps. Abel bucked back into his fingers, loving how easy it was now for Tres to thrust his fingers into his properly oiled ass. Abel was more than ready and willing to grant Tres' wish now.
Abel wiggled Tres' slick fingers out of himself and leaned back so he sat upright in Tres' throbbing lap again.
Abel was out of breath, but as he raised himself over Tres' begging cock, he purred, "Baby, I love you so much."
And with that, making Tres tingle all over to hear him say that he loved him with so much passion and sexual drive, Abel sat down on Tres' cock, buried it deep inside his warm, wet entrance.
Tres saw white for a brief moment as his senses overloaded and failed to fully comprehend the extreme amounts of pleasure that had washed over him. Abel arched his back beautifully upon having Tres fully inside him, letting a throaty groan escape him. Tres filled him so completely – it exhilarated his senses and made Abel's cock drip.
Tres let his hands wander all over Abel's body, starting from his creamy thighs, up his hips, across his abdomen, and down his arms. Fingers entwined in a loving hold of hands, Abel slowly rocked his hips, making Tres instantly moan and shudder in his ecstasy.
Abel squeezed Tres's hands in his own as he picked up his pace, rocking faster and harder; making Tres' cock pump in and out of him at a staggering rate. Both men's steady moans and sighs for each other filled the room, further heightening the almost painful need for the other they felt.
"Look at me, baby," Abel pleaded through a heavy sigh, having noticed that Tres had shut his eyes and turned his head during their lovemaking.
Tres opened his eyes and looked directly in Abel's. Both of their cocks grew slightly harder from the other's lustful gaze, and Tres lifted his head to kiss Abel again. He was astonished at how much he needed to kiss those lips of his as he wrapped his arms around Abel's bucking back.
Slowly, Tres sat up; keeping Abel still firmly pressed into his chest as he now had the handsome Crusnik in his lap. Abel placed his hands on Tres's shoulders to support and began raising and slamming himself down on Tres' swollen cock at a frantic speed.
Both were so close, it was unbearable, but at the rate Abel was thrusting himself on Tres, it would not be long until they both experienced complete bliss.
Tres had his hands on Abel's ass, helping him in his sexual movements and squeezed hard when he felt his orgasm approaching.
"Abel…oh my God…I love you so much," Tres panted desperately, as he felt his muscles tighten in the most delectable way that put the finishing touches on his euphoria.
Tres clung tighter to his angel screamed Abel's name as he climaxed deep inside his beloved.
Anything left of Abel that had not yet melted, melted from hearing Tres scream his name in the pinnacle of his pleasure, and he instantly arched his back - utterly in love with how it felt to have Tres' warm seed explode inside him. Tres still pounded into him, albeit was a stickier situation now; intending to give Abel the pleasure he had just experience.
Overwhelmed, Abel dipped back low as he also loudly called out for Tres and let his orgasm overtake him in brilliant white arcs that splattered all over Tres' lower abdomen.
Abel stayed bent back as they rode out the last of their magnificent sweeps of pleasure that pulled through them; both out of breath and in a little bit of shock.
Good, satisfied shock, though.
Abel sat back up and immediately threw his arms around Tres' neck and buried his face in Tres' shoulder; Tres wrapping his arms around Abel's back. They both just stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feel and support of the other; basking in the afterglow of the love they had just made; not sex – love.
Neither wanted to let the other go, for fear that this was some dream and if they let go, it would all be over.
But it wasn't a dream, which is what made it so special and meaningful to the pair. Everything they had wanted, had desired secretly for so long was theirs at last.
Finally, Abel lifted his head from the comfort of Tres' shoulder and looked his lovingly in his chocolate eyes. Tres returned his gaze wearily into Abel's mesmerizing winter blue ones, unable to form coherent words yet, but just content with having him so close and intimate.
"Tres," Abel said as he touched their foreheads together sweetly, "don't ever leave me. Okay? I can't…make it without you."
Inside, Abel could not help but reflect on Tres' capture and how their time apart during it had ripped his heart into pieces. He could not bear it if they were separated again. All the same, he chose to word his question to the Doll carefully, already promising himself that as long as he still drew breathe, Tres would never hear Cain's name again.
Tres felt heavy hearted from such a sincere and bittersweet request; it endeared him, warmed his soul. Tres smiled at Abel, much to his relief, and gently kissed his lips.
Upon breaking the kiss and returning his forehead to Abel's, he replied solemnly, "Abel, how can I leave the one I love more than anything else in this world?"
And with that, Abel and Tres kissed each other again; both of them now knowing that they would spend the rest of their long lives together.