Charcoal Ch. 09

"Can I come in yet?" Soul's voice was soft, and further muffled by the door.

"You can come in- come now!" The words were more forceful than Scott intended but when the door opened and Soul stood there with not a stitch on he forgot all of the things he was worried about. Even if they only took a bath and went to sleep it would be worth it for the image of Soul's pale skin and luminous eyes lit by the candles. Scott didn't want to stare but he couldn't help it. He wished he had his paints so he could immortalize the moment, but something told him that his memory would have to do. There was no way that he could capture such perfection and if he really thought about it he wouldn't want to ruin his memory by trying to produce what was bound to be an inferior rendering. Scott willed his mind to quiet so he could really focus on the image, and as he did it was just made better by the blush slowly crawling up Soul's body. Scott stared for a minute more, then realizing that Soul couldn't- yet- read his mind and he rushed to reassure him.

Scott stripped himself of his own clothes and invited Soul into the water. And when they were safely in the water, Soul cradled between Scott's thighs Scott was happy with the temperature he had chosen, if wasn't cold enough for Soul to shiver, but it was just cool enough that Soul pressed himself against Scott's chest. It was heaven and Scott wanted it to never end.

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The water felt wonderful, Soul would thought it would be warmer, but the temperature gave him an excuse to settle back into Scott's arms. Scott was always warm and with the water just slightly cool he felt amazing, especially because his skin was slick with bubbles and water and the candles flickered against the bubbles and the walls magically. Soul couldn't imagine a better last night. He sighed happily and almost dozed off, forgetting his plan. It wasn't until the last of the bubbles had faded into the water and Scott began to wash the soap from his hair that Soul remembered that he was the one that was supposed to be doing the seducing. But Scott was just so good at it. Soul relaxed and enjoyed the feeling, there was no need to rush- they had all night.

When they were both wrapped in towels and Soul was sitting on the bed watching Scott rummage around in his dresser for something to put on Soul realized it was time to make his move.

"Scott, come here please." Soul had wanted to say something seductive but his worry about timing and the distraction of Scott's naked back had robbed him of intelligent thought.

"Why?" Scott turned and Soul was again robbed of words, Scott had brought the candles into the bedroom, unwilling to blow them out and the light played off his body in the most distracting way.

"Because... I- I want to touch you?" Soul couldn't help but sound unsure, he knew what he wanted but he was unsure of Scott's reaction. There was, however, no need for worry.

Scott grinned and pounced onto the bed crawling slowly up to meet Soul against the headboard. His bounce didn't quite match the mood Soul had imagined, but it was so indisputably Scott that it was perfect.

"You can touch me whenever. But I want to touch you." Scott reached under Soul's knees to pull him away from the headboard. Scott began to kiss his way from Soul's ankle and up his leg. Soul was stunned for a moment.

"Oh, that's nice, but, but I want to touch you." Scott paused and for a moment Soul was worried he wasn't going to stop and as much as Soul loved being in Scott's mouth he had a different idea for tonight and he didn't want to be distracted any more.

Luckily enough for Soul, Scott placed a kiss on the inside of each of Soul's knees then flopped down next to him against the pillows, placing his arms behind his head, and closing his eyes. Scott hummed softly and Soul took a moment to just look at him. From the soft waves of his hair to the crescent of his eyelashes against his cheeks, then lower across his collarbone and his sculpted chest, to his peaked nipples and slowly rising and falling stomach, Soul caught his breath as his gaze stopped at Scott's cock, slowly filling beneath his navel. It was beautiful and intimidating. Soul knew it would fit but he felt his insides tingle with a new wave of nervousness. He gazed at Scott's long legs, falling gently open and finally finished at his feet. Soul didn't particularly care about feet, but Scott's were like a stature's feet, and fresh from the bath they almost looked sculpted, they were flawless.

Gathering himself Soul took one finger to trace the path his eyes had taken. Scott shivered as Soul's hand traveled whisper soft across his skin, and when Soul got paused at Scott's navel Scott's eyes opened. Soul looked up immediately sensing the small change. Scott pushed himself up on his elbows looking down as Soul who was now kneeling between his legs. Soul smiled taking confidence in Scott's slightly dazed expression and enormous pupils, and still smiling took Scott into his mouth.

Soul found himself missing the smell of Scott, he smelled like honeysuckle and tasted like clean skin and soap, but the musky Scott smell was gone. Soul tickled Scott with his tongue thinking of all the things that he liked the best and learning from Scott's subtle movements and soft sounds. Soul wanted to continue, wanted to test his skill but he wanted more. As much as he took pleasure in Scott's pleasure, his body was throbbing, and his skin ached with his desire to be touched.

"Do you have...?" Soul trailed off, hoping his inexperience wouldn't ruin the moment, but Scott was too far gone to care. He flung an arm to the side indicating the bedside tale on what had become his side of the bed. When Soul let go of him to look Scott moaned like his heart was breaking and sat up fully. Once Soul had found the small bottle and turned back Scott had recovered somewhat. He still looked thoroughly debauched and on the edge of his control but his eyes focused on Soul and his expression was guarded.

"Soul are you sure?" Soul didn't trust himself enough to answer with words; he hoped his body and his actions would speak enough for him. He felt goose bumps crawl up his arms as he crawled back to Scott and straddled his hips. Soul opened the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers. It was slipperier than he expected and cold, especially when he reached back to apply it to his hole. It was more difficult that he had expected it to be, and the angle hurt his wrist. What he had intended to be a sexy show of his desire was just awkward, but Scott saved him, again. After very obviously stifling a giggle Scott flipped Soul onto his back and somehow took the bottle from him at the same time.

"Let me, I want to." Soul tensed at the initial movement but relaxed with Scott's comforting warmth surrounding him. It seemed like Scott wasn't going to argue with him, and his plan was going to go off without a hitch.

Scott circled Soul's hole with just the tip of a finger, and the almost tickling feeling made Soul want to scream. He could feel his muscles clenching and relaxing, wanting- needing something more. Soul grabbed Scott's wrist with the intention of making him do something. Scott took that moment to gently press his finger inside Soul. Soul gasped and dug his nails into Scott's wrist. It was a strange feeling and exactly what he needed. It wasn't a completely foreign feeling but his intentions made it so much more intense, he knew that this was just a taste of what was coming and the thought sent shivers rushing through his body.

"Okay?" Soul nodded and Scott leaned down to add his tongue to his finger and Soul couldn't think beyond trying to process the sensations rushing through his body. He vaguely registered the cool lube in contrast to Scott's warm breath and hot tongue, and the burning, stinging, pleasure as Scott added one than two more fingers. Then all the sudden it stopped. Soul dragged in a few ragged breaths; the first full breaths in many long minutes but the reprieve didn't last long. After sitting up and cracking his neck Scott looked intensely into Soul's eyes and crooked his fingers and Soul saw fireworks. He didn't think he could feel anything more intense than the last few moments but the firm circles Scott was rubbing on his prostate were mind blowing. Soul felt unbearably full and every synapse lit up with almost painful intensity. Soul hadn't known it was possible to feel such pleasure without coming, but it was too intense for him to relax enough to orgasm. When he was finally able to gasp in a breath it left him in an almost incoherent stream of pleas that he didn't understand himself. Scott relaxed his fingers and slowly pulled them from Soul's body one by one. Soul felt the loss of each distinctly and longed for the heart stopping intensity if only it would mean having Scott so impossibly close to him again.

"Are you ready?" Scott kissed him in between words and Soul nodded, fears forgotten in the face of even deeper intimacy. Scott placed a pillow under Soul's lower back and gently looped Soul's legs over his elbows, placing his hands on either side of Soul.

"I love you." Scott said almost silently against Soul's lips and he gently began to push inside Soul's body.

Soul pulled in a deep breath waiting for searing pain and felt only an overwhelming pressure and then relief as his body relaxed around Scott. He couldn't help but hold his breath as Scott pressed impossibly deeper, and deeper still inside of him. Soul imagined he could feel Scott replacing huge parts of him and instead of scaring him the feeling was the best Soul could imagine. He felt as close to complete as he ever had. He wrapped his legs more firmly around Scott and held him close knowing that Scott needed to move, but wanting to feel him as deep as possible for as long as he could.

Scott cradled Soul's head in his hands and began to press hisses to as much of Soul's skin as he could reach, when Soul realized the feeling of near completeness wasn't all that he wanted he began to move his hips. With nearly all of Scott's weight pressing him down he wasn't able to move much, but it was enough for Scott to lean back a bit, just enough to meet Soul's eyes and begin to withdraw as slowly as he had pressed in.

Soul felt like he could breathe again, and moaned deeply, he wanted to say something that would express the perfection of the moment but he couldn't collect his thoughts enough to find the words, he looked deep into Scott's eyes and tried to tell him with his soul that this was perfect.

Scott maintained the smooth slow rhythm and Soul began to meet his thrusts digging his hands into Scott's back for leverage. The pace was nearly killing him with its slow deliberation, but Soul couldn't force himself to move any faster. The slow build was driving him toward a terrifying peak and he wasn't sure if he would survive it.

The expression on Scott's face suggested that he too could feel the inevitably devastating end coming; he looked like Soul felt, terrified and wholly consumed by the feeling that was building.

When the sensations crossed the boundary of excruciating and mind blowing Soul closed his eyes and held on. He hadn't thought his nerves could take any more but a waves of heat overtook his body in the same slow undulating waves as the rhythm his body had been trapped in his vision went white behind his eyes and he could feel every muscle in his body contract and release clearly even as every other thought and sensation was scoured from his consciousness.

When the physical feeling began to fade into devastating aftershocks interspersed with moments of exhausted calm Soul became aware that his mind felt more expansive, thought flickered through his mind faster than he could watch them and he felt a wealth of love that was unfathomable. His heart ached for something he didn't know he was missing and he could feel tears of exhaustion at the never ending feeling, the feeling of loving and wanting and wanting so deeply to be wanted in return. The fear of pushing too hard, that he had pushed too hard. The worry that he would never get what he wanted and the mirror desire of not caring about his own feelings if only...Soul was happy? Soul slowly opened his eyes and realized this is what Scott felt for him. The feeling felt old and as new as it was to him it felt like a part of his being, something that had always been there, something he would never be rid of. Soul willed his aching exhausted arms to wrap around Scott.

"I love you." He whispered and the feeling began to fade, Soul could feel the edges of his mind returning to their usual safe boundaries and his feelings return to his own. He was overwhelmed, he felt known, and he couldn't stay awake for a moment longer.