Archive: Yes, MWEB, MA, my site at www.ravenswing.com/YoGurt
Category: Mace/other (Seys), POV (Mace), Romance, Non-Q/O
Summary: How many times can you show a man you love him?
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Notes: This originated as a game post for the Master-Padawan TPM gmae, but I thought I'll share this one with you. dedicated to my love Tarn!
[From Mace POV]
"I think we broke some kind of record tonight, don't you?" Emerald-green eyes watch me, searching for a reaction to this most unusual statement after we've been screaming our souls out during this latest round of lovemaking.
"You were going for one,love? You think five times qualifies in that department?"
I bend down from my position being draped over my lover's whole body, catching his lips for a second before his head moves to free his mouth from mine to speak again.
"Uh-uuh, four times. Maybe four and a half, if you want to count when you cornered me in the fresher as one."
My frown betrays my attempt at recollecting the correct number of times I made love to Seys. "Four, yes! I brought you off four times exactly. I'm not that forgetful, you know?" With a small pout I try to catch my lover's mouth again but once more he turns his head and grins up at me with that impish smile of his.
"Am I so distracting, my Dark One?" A small chuckle and a bite on my lips make me smile in return. I love it when he calls me that, his Dark One; from our first moments together he called me that. I cherish it more than any other title, honor or name given to me throughout my life.
"Yes. Yes, you do have that effect on me, my little pilot." I lean down again, this time to nuzzle his neck. But he is not as easily distracted as I seemed to be.
"Alright, let's recap for my councilor whose mind is full of cobwebs and silly love talk. Number one – you over the desk; number two – against the wall. Three - me riding you, four - when you cleaned me up so thoroughly after number three. And number ... five ... about to happen ...NOW!"
His seed splashes against my dark skin, white, thick, the aroma setting off my own orgasm as I thrust into Seys for a last time. Then I stay still again, my body firmly pressed against his, my mouth next to his jugular and I try to catch my breath again before I concede to my lover.
"Yes... five times now. Oh Gods, Seys - you're insatiable, you know that? I'm getting too ... old for this many times." Not really, and I laugh against Seys' skin, nipping at his throat, but staying inside him for as long as possible. "I'll never get enough of you either, you Corellian satyr. Never."
His hands stroke my back, tenderly, his short nail drawing paths up and down along my spine. I prop myself up onto my hands, kissing his eyes, his nose then wandering down to his brown nipples, licking his sweat off as if it would be honey. It is, for me. Sucking and biting his buds a thought enters my slowly cooling mind.
"You're beautiful, all of you and not even the Force could improve on your breathtaking body. But - have you ever given thought to getting one of these pierced?" My teeth bite down on Seys' left nipple and he yelps a bit. They are tender, and immediately I lave his arching flesh with my tongue to make amends.
"Oooh. Come on Mace, you don't have to dance around it like that. You want to mark me, don't you? You're such a possessive man, councilor Windu. I'd be glad to be marked by you, by your love. Whatever you want to adorn me with. Whatever you want, love!"
My fingers stroke over his left nipple, kneading it and watching his reaction in his expressive eyes. His pupils are wide - he is getting aroused again? Oh Gods, I'm getting too old for this, and so I finally slip out of him, rolling off his body and coming to rest in his warm embrace.
"First thing when we'll be back home from Hoth, love?" I want to make him mine, yes. He knows me so well already.
"Yeah, when we get home... but for now." He gives me an evil grin. "I think you're one behind me Mace." He moves fast to roll me over onto my back and begin plundering my mouth. Hot lips move down my throat as deft hands begin to stoke me. Maybe I'm not so old after all.