Morning Nightcap [M], [ tag: Andrew ]

[Liam O'Connor]

Liam sighed as Andrew instructed him, allowing the other man to remove his towel, his cock twitching before he'd even done another thing - the simple act of being naked and exposed in front of the other man, and the memory of what that had entailed previously, enough to swell him that much more. It soon became apparent, if it wasn't already, that Andrew was now leading the charge and Liam was more than okay with that, closing his eyes as directed and gasping quietly at the movement of the doctor's fingers. He clenched his jaw with a grunt as they entered him, though he did his best to do as the doctor had told him and focused on the point that Andrew had told him to. It was a strange thing to be doing, nothing he ever thought he'd be doing, to be lying on his bed with another man's fingers up his arse as he was told about yogis and energy and kunda...something. It was only Andrew's genuine manner that made him trust him enough to do it - he'd seemed like he was actually sensitive to Liam's plight and wanted to help. Granted it must have been a hell of a convenience that 'helping' also involved sexual activity, but Liam would try almost anything once. He was definitely not adverse to a second round with the doctor and if it happened to help him with his control then... well, bonus.

Swallowing hard as Andrew leaned over him, Liam couldn't help but grunt again, louder this time, his mouth dropping open at the pressure of the doctor's cock against him as it entered. He lifted his head briefly only to drop it back against the bed again, his skull hitting the bedclothes slightly harder than he'd expected; the lack of a pillow only added to the slight shock as it fell backwards. He closed his eyes, concentrating as best he could on the spot that Andrew had pointed out to him as he felt himself filled, it was difficult but he thought he was doing okay - the heat and girth of his lovers erection, though, highly distracting. It wasn't until he felt something... else that Liam knew they weren't in Kansas anymore.

He couldn't really understand what was happening, just that it felt different and it felt amazing. Like heat, a tingle, a tickle - no, that wasn't it - like he was standing in a ray of direct sunlight, his body slowly, but surely warming until it was awash and to move away, even a fraction would render him cold again. Like that but instead of it originating from any external point, such as his neck or back it came from inside, from where Andrew had directed him. Liam found himself not wanting to move, poised on the edge of something he didn't quite know, waiting for something he wasn't quite sure would happen. He didn't want to move but at the same time, he desperately wanted to grab his lover and yank him closer, he wanted to fuck upward with his hips and feel Andrew's length slam into him as he'd done to Andrew earlier in the evening. Most of all he wanted to kiss him - not used to the relative disconnect and distance between them he risked reaching out, his fingers grazing down over Andrew's stomach just as the other man inquired as to how he felt.

"Ah.. Good..." He offered, his voice ragged from the back of his throat, a gasp forming quickly following his hoarse words. "Really good.."

Andrew continued, explaining what he was doing though the longer the pair of them stayed connected, the less Liam heard. He felt trapped between two points - regular function and the writhing bliss of a powerful orgasm - though as yet could not bring himself to move between them lest he slip in the wrong direction. Even the slightest movement seemed to lessen the sensation as he discovered of his own accord, a gentle push of his hips and he felt it subside momentarily before building up again when he laid still once more. There was little that was more maddening than losing the perfect feeling, especially sexually - the risk of overstimulating numbing certain points until you were thrashing about like a madman trying to rediscover the sensations you'd lost. Liam didn't want that, not now. This was too strangely brilliant and so he did as he was told, opening his eyes and taking Andrew's gaze in his as they stayed still. Eventually his heaving chest slowed as he timed his breathing with Andrews, not by any conscious force but seemingly automatically. It didn't stop the sweat from beading at his brow and the base of his neck, however, nor his face from becoming slightly flushed.

Hours passed, though Liam had long since been free of the ability to sense the passage of time. He wasn't aware of any cramps or muscles tightening from the lack of motion, merely that what he was feeling was tantamount to divine. He'd closed his eyes by now, his eyebrows arched as he very nearly whimpered from the sensation, his mind clouded. At least a dozen times he'd felt the desire to cum, and not just orgasm like any other time but blow his top in the most violent and pleasurable way he'd ever done before - but every time he felt it, he hadn't quite got there. It was like swatting at a fly, impatience growing as the insect kept slipping through his fingers, every missed moment only adding to the anticipation, the expectation that the next time would be the one which caught it. It wasn't disappointment though, that came with such a near miss but pleasure as he knew he'd be able to experience it for that much longer, knew that when he did finally climax he'd do so that much harder.

When the time did finally come, Liam wasn't prepared as he thought he might have been. It crept up on him, and he moved from edge to abyss within a split second, his stomach suddenly filling with razorblades as he felt ... he didn't know what wash over him suddenly. He felt every hair on the back of his neck stand on end, what seemed like every nerve in his body set on fire from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. His eyes shot open as he looked up to Andrew, his face suddenly flushing as he couldn't help grabbing the base of his own cock, holding it tightly as his stomach muscles tightened in anticipation of the next few moments. His free hand moved to the bedclothes, grabbing a fistful of fabric and squeezing hard, his knuckles turning white. With a rush of breath Liam gasped loudly, an almost strangled cry, his mouth gaping as his upper body jerked involuntarily upwards, almost bending him in two. "Fuck me!" The teacher exclaimed, though it was more out of shock than any kind of command, shouting and not at all minding his volume as his balls tightened and wave after wave, after wave of seed shot over his stomach and chest, a few drops spattering as far as his own chin. His cock pulsated within his grasp and his breathing was shallow, strained, at times wholly nonexistant as he tried to calm himself from the suddenly overwhelming - and extended - climax. With each pulse of his cock he felt his thighs tremble, his abdomen tightening, twitching in what would normally be the aftermath, but somehow felt like it was still part of the main event. He closed his eyes with an almost mournful sigh as the sensation slowly faded, his body relaxing again to flop against the bed. A few moments later he found himself opening them again as he searched for his lover and reached out toward him. It took a few moments more before the teacher found his voice again. "Sheesh," He smiled, unable to help himself from chuckling a little sheepishly as he moved his hand to wipe his chin clean. With a raise of his eyebrows he met the doctor's gaze. There was a definite sparkle there. "You're good."

[Dr. Andrew Tomkins]

It had been a very long time since Andrew'd had occassion to participate in this particular ritual... in fact, the last time had been before his arrival in Hart, which he preferred not to think about too much. He enjoyed it just as much as he remembered, perhaps more. Just as importantly, Liam enjoyed it. He surprised Andrew with how successfully he maintained his stillness, despite what was obviously extreme distraction. It made the ritual much easier to complete than it otherwise would have been; allowed him to maintain the proper conduit open for longer than he'd expected to. And when the flow of energy over that conduit finally became too intense and the flux too volatile for Andrew to balance, the man came convulsively and at glorious length. He grinned a self-satisfied smile as Liam spurted in thick white streams all over himself, as he screamed with the sudden release of tension, as his body twitched and shuddered.

Only when the man's tremors had finally subsided and the ecstatic expression on his face was replaced by a more relaxed one did Andrew relax his own iron control. "My turn," he said, his voice a low rumbling growl, as he began to move confidently inside Liam's spent body. After the last few hours' exercise, it didn't take long for slow strokes to become fast ones, for his initial light embrace to become a tight one, and for his own orgasm to travel convulsively through his body. "Oh yes," he moaned repeatedly, delightedly, as he emptied himself into his lover.

Now that the spell was complete, Andrew's energy level was draining rapidly, fatigue rushing to claim him. "Fast is great," he said dreamily, rolling over onto his back as his eyelids began fluttering and his speech was punctuated by yawns, "but slow... has its good points... don't you think?" He was snoring lightly before his head fully hit the pillow.

[ooc: sorry it's short... feel free to end here, or take the last word, or fast-forward to later, or whatever]