The Stolen Kiss
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S through Z › The Song of the Lioness (tetralogy)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,506
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Song of the Lioness Series. It belongs wholly to Tamora Pierce. I do not earn any money in the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
This chapter was a struggle...not sure if I will write more, even if I originally intended this to be a more full-fledged thing. My inspiration seems to have flown away. If it comes back, I will be relieved, because I'm sad to leave this fic as-is.
Well, thank you for the reviews! Hope you like this chapter.
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THE STOLEN KISS
A fanfic of Tortall
by lordoberon
JON's POV
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Jon had never had an experience like that before. He had never felt that he really liked any of the women he had ever been with. They were beautiful, yes, but they didn’t care for him. They just let him touch them, and touched him a little bit, but it didn’t titillate him as much as it had with George. He knew that George cared for him, and didn’t just want his body. And he felt the same for George: caring, not just lust.
No one had ever touched the Prince of Tortall’s body the way George Cooper did. The sensations had rolled through Jon one after another, taking him over until he felt himself leave thoughts behind. It was so good to leave sense and thought behind, to not have to be in control. Here, he didn’t have to impress or act a certain way. He was just Jon, succumbing to the beautiful sensations of George’s tongue.
He shut his eyes for a moment, lying on the bed with George, and then turned over. Pleased, he smiled at the thief, and the thief smiled back. That smile was captivating, so warm and large. Jon put his mouth against the other man’s neck, kissing a slow trail down, down that torso…
When he placed his hand on the belt he could hear George’s panting breath and feel the heat of the other man’s body. Flushed a little in shyness, Jon slowly let his fingers creep down, over that waiting crotch. He stroked over George’s trousers, his fingers a little trembling.
Then, taking a deep breath, Jon slid his hand up to undo George’s belt. It fell to the floor with a clank, and then Jon dragged the rest of the thief’s clothes off. The King of Thieves lay before him, a purr coming from his throat and his hazel eyes half-closed in anticipation.
George was beautiful. His body was lean and firm and good, stretched across the bed like a lion. He had scars all over him from battle, across his chest and on his thighs, a light mark running from one knee down to his calf. Even with all these scars, the sight of him took Jon’s breath away. George was utterly confident in his body, he lay there with openness and eagerness that made Jon feel wanted and accepted, and braver.
Jon lifted his hand and gently stroked up George’s thigh, up and up, and then down, tickling the softest skin as his finger traced the other man’s length. George’s breath came fast as Jon then wrapped his hand around it, and began to stroke and pump.
It felt good, Jon thought. That hard length was not intimidating anymore, and he wanted it, wanted to hear George cry out in pleasure and see those hips buck.
When he put his tongue against that bare skin, it did not feel wrong or strange anymore. The same rightness that Jon had always desired, was here, in touching George, in pleasing George, in that this was George he was with, and not someone he didn’t care about.
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George's POV
Mithros and Goddess in heaven, George’s brain had flown out the window! The boy was sloppy in his inexperience, but George enjoyed his sloppiness. He enjoyed the meandering way the boy’s tongue slid from his thighs to his cock, twice. It was torture. He enjoyed the loud, wet noises that came as Jon slid his tongue up George’s length. When Jon’s tongue explored the head of George’s cock, it was almost too much.
George knew he had let himself all go, maybe a little more than was wise. He trembled beneath Jon, and whimpered when that hot mouth sucked at him, while those smooth fingertips caressed his thighs. Then, moaning in his own lust, Jon moved his fingers to wrap around the base of George’s cock, while he sunk his mouth down more, slowly, slowly taking it all in.
Groaning at the sensation, George grabbed thick tufts of dark hair in his hands, murmuring, “Jon…consider me yours.”
The young Prince left George’s cock for a moment, and turned his head so that his face pressed against George’s belly. The hot panting of his breath was tantalizing against the head of George’s cock.
“George, I…I don’t know what to say to that. Except, I…” He lifted his dark head up, and when he looked at George he was smiling widely. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this much. You’ve stolen me, just like you steal everything.”
George opened his mouth to protest – he didn’t always steal, and certainly not everything – but then that hot mouth sunk over him again, and he was gone. Jon’s moved faster now, his tongue lashing all around George’s cock, and when George groaned in appreciation he even dared to use his teeth, scraping just a little.
“Mithros! Jon, oh…”
And like that, George couldn’t help but thrust his hips up, and Jon invited it – actually invited in, and moved even more vigorously, sucking with that hot mouth faster. George clenched his hands against the boy’s shoulders, hard enough to bruise. With a gasp, he came. Jon swallowed, and caught the left over drops with a swipe of his tongue.
The Prince lifted himself up proudly before George, grinning, and George laughed. “You continue to amaze me, my dear,” he murmured, and Jon fell into his arms to press his face into George’s neck with a sort of purr.
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Well, thank you for the reviews! Hope you like this chapter.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
THE STOLEN KISS
A fanfic of Tortall
by lordoberon
JON's POV
*********
Jon had never had an experience like that before. He had never felt that he really liked any of the women he had ever been with. They were beautiful, yes, but they didn’t care for him. They just let him touch them, and touched him a little bit, but it didn’t titillate him as much as it had with George. He knew that George cared for him, and didn’t just want his body. And he felt the same for George: caring, not just lust.
No one had ever touched the Prince of Tortall’s body the way George Cooper did. The sensations had rolled through Jon one after another, taking him over until he felt himself leave thoughts behind. It was so good to leave sense and thought behind, to not have to be in control. Here, he didn’t have to impress or act a certain way. He was just Jon, succumbing to the beautiful sensations of George’s tongue.
He shut his eyes for a moment, lying on the bed with George, and then turned over. Pleased, he smiled at the thief, and the thief smiled back. That smile was captivating, so warm and large. Jon put his mouth against the other man’s neck, kissing a slow trail down, down that torso…
When he placed his hand on the belt he could hear George’s panting breath and feel the heat of the other man’s body. Flushed a little in shyness, Jon slowly let his fingers creep down, over that waiting crotch. He stroked over George’s trousers, his fingers a little trembling.
Then, taking a deep breath, Jon slid his hand up to undo George’s belt. It fell to the floor with a clank, and then Jon dragged the rest of the thief’s clothes off. The King of Thieves lay before him, a purr coming from his throat and his hazel eyes half-closed in anticipation.
George was beautiful. His body was lean and firm and good, stretched across the bed like a lion. He had scars all over him from battle, across his chest and on his thighs, a light mark running from one knee down to his calf. Even with all these scars, the sight of him took Jon’s breath away. George was utterly confident in his body, he lay there with openness and eagerness that made Jon feel wanted and accepted, and braver.
Jon lifted his hand and gently stroked up George’s thigh, up and up, and then down, tickling the softest skin as his finger traced the other man’s length. George’s breath came fast as Jon then wrapped his hand around it, and began to stroke and pump.
It felt good, Jon thought. That hard length was not intimidating anymore, and he wanted it, wanted to hear George cry out in pleasure and see those hips buck.
When he put his tongue against that bare skin, it did not feel wrong or strange anymore. The same rightness that Jon had always desired, was here, in touching George, in pleasing George, in that this was George he was with, and not someone he didn’t care about.
* * *
George's POV
Mithros and Goddess in heaven, George’s brain had flown out the window! The boy was sloppy in his inexperience, but George enjoyed his sloppiness. He enjoyed the meandering way the boy’s tongue slid from his thighs to his cock, twice. It was torture. He enjoyed the loud, wet noises that came as Jon slid his tongue up George’s length. When Jon’s tongue explored the head of George’s cock, it was almost too much.
George knew he had let himself all go, maybe a little more than was wise. He trembled beneath Jon, and whimpered when that hot mouth sucked at him, while those smooth fingertips caressed his thighs. Then, moaning in his own lust, Jon moved his fingers to wrap around the base of George’s cock, while he sunk his mouth down more, slowly, slowly taking it all in.
Groaning at the sensation, George grabbed thick tufts of dark hair in his hands, murmuring, “Jon…consider me yours.”
The young Prince left George’s cock for a moment, and turned his head so that his face pressed against George’s belly. The hot panting of his breath was tantalizing against the head of George’s cock.
“George, I…I don’t know what to say to that. Except, I…” He lifted his dark head up, and when he looked at George he was smiling widely. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this much. You’ve stolen me, just like you steal everything.”
George opened his mouth to protest – he didn’t always steal, and certainly not everything – but then that hot mouth sunk over him again, and he was gone. Jon’s moved faster now, his tongue lashing all around George’s cock, and when George groaned in appreciation he even dared to use his teeth, scraping just a little.
“Mithros! Jon, oh…”
And like that, George couldn’t help but thrust his hips up, and Jon invited it – actually invited in, and moved even more vigorously, sucking with that hot mouth faster. George clenched his hands against the boy’s shoulders, hard enough to bruise. With a gasp, he came. Jon swallowed, and caught the left over drops with a swipe of his tongue.
The Prince lifted himself up proudly before George, grinning, and George laughed. “You continue to amaze me, my dear,” he murmured, and Jon fell into his arms to press his face into George’s neck with a sort of purr.
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