author: Lady Charena
fandom: Kung Fu - the legend continues
codes: P/P, NC-17
archive: TOSTwins - others just ask
sum: right words, right time - and times, when no words are needed.
Disclaimer: This story's mine, but I do not intend to touch the rights of the owner of the characters from KF-TLC I've used. No moneymaking, no offence meant.
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If you wanna be with me
Baby there's a price to pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
Just come and set me free baby
And I'll be with you
Peter woke with a start, disoriented. He sat up, pushing aside the blanket draped across his body. Looking around, he could see sunlight streaming in through the French doors. His father sat on the floor, eyes closed, face bathed by the morning sun.
Peter walked over and sat next to Caine. "Didn't you sleep at all?"
Caine opened his eyes, smiling at his boy. "I did," he said, pulling Peter`s face close to him. "But when I woke I were reluctant to return to sleep. I preferred... to stay awake... and to watch you sleep." He brought his hand up to cradle Peter's neck, pulling his head down for a gentle kiss.
A slight tremor stirred through Peter's body as he looked up. "Tell me more," he whispered.
Caine's smile broadened as he slid closer to his sweet boy, taking him in a tight embrace. "I love you. There are no words to say it any plainer than that. Or perhaps..." He brought his other hand up and softly ran his fingers down Peter's cheek. "I love you. I want to make love with you. I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life."
Peter copied the motion. He leaned forwards, burying his face in the sweet hollow of Caine's neck, taking in the scent of him, the solid feel of him in his arms. He felt his heart beat speeding up, heat spreading through his lower body.
"I have hungered for you..." Caine whispered, his mouth close to Peter's ear. "...wanting you as a part of myself for so long."
Peter pushed back, looking up in the face of his lover. The hunger there brought an instant reaction from his body and he pulled Caine back into his arms, taking his mouth with his.
They kissed hungrily, frantically moving closer, each caressing the other as they removed their sparse clothing, leaving it in a jumbled pile on the floor. Stretched out on the sun-warmed floor, they held each other, mouth looked together as hands explored the unmapped contours of each others naked bodies.
Caine drank in the sweet taste of his boy, his mouth moving from Peter's down the strong neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses as he made his way to the smooth chest. He sucked in a nipple, his tongue flickering back and forth across it, bringing moans of pleasure from the writhing body. His fingers danced over chest and belly, skimming over the soft skin of thighs and hips, before settling on the already rigid cock nestled in the dark thatch at Peter`s groin.
Wrapping his fingers around the straining organ, Caine gently squeezed, his thumb running over the cap, one finger working at the slit, Peter's hips slowly pistoning. Caine pulled his mouth away from the rigid nipple and returned to the sweet taste of his son's mouth, his tongue duelling with its counterpart.
Peter pulled at him, urging him on top as Caine's hands came up to entangle in the chestnut hair. Peter's legs parted, trying to bring their bodies closer, his hands all over his lover. Breaking the kiss, he brought his mouth over to bite and suck at Caine's throat.
"Pop, please... I need..." Peter panted out, his arousal growing with the reality of the hot body covering his, Caine's hands on his ass pulling them together. He could feel the priest's cock, thick and heavy against his own, as their hips grounded together.
"What do you need?" Caine whispered. "Me? Do you need me?"
Peter gulped. "Stop teasing, Pop. You know that I need you. Take me."
Caine slowly rose to his knees between Peter's thighs, and bringing his head down, drew his lover's cock into his mouth, his tongue working along the shaft as he sucked.
"I love you... love you..." Peter silently repeated the words over and over, lifting his hips to drive his cock deeper into the heated wetness. So hot, so good, the feel of that beloved mouth sucking him in, the saliva running down, wetting his buttocks.
The priest shifted his mouth down, gliding his tongue over and around Peter's balls, pushing his thighs wider apart to reach the puckering hole below. He sucked along the inner thigh, nipping at the tender skin while his fingers teased at the opening. He felt hands pulling at him and he looked up to see blatant need on the aroused face of his son.
"I want you. I want you inside of me." Peter's voice was thick with desire. He pulled his legs up to rest against his chest, exposing himself fully to his lover. "Right here on the floor." He moaned softly as Caine's finger insinuated itself into his rectum, stretching him as it slid in and out, joined by one, then two more. He rocked back onto the invading digits. "God, that feels good."
"Then this should feel even better." Caine whispered as he withdrew his fingers. He rose and leaned over his lover, resting one hand above Peter's shoulder, while using the other to position his cock against Peter`s anus. Then, ever so slowly, he pushed forward, his shaft sinking into the slick moistness.
Peter panted harshly as he was filled, his eyes going wide as he watched his lover's cock disappear into his body. There was a slight discomfort at the lack of lube, but it was swiftly overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure of the shaft working its way inside of him. The priest began rocking his hips, pushing in deeper, harder, Peter crying out each time his lover's cock slid across his prostate.
Caine threw his head back, his universe centering on the feel of the wet tightness wrapped around his organ.
"Yes, God, yes." Peter's head rolled from side to side, his hips thrusting up to meet the invading organ in a relentless reach for completion, each slide of flesh into flesh bringing them closer. The sound of their bodies coming together, the slap of groin against upturned buttocks filled the room.
They were being burned alive in an inferno of their own making, each plunge of the priest's cock feeding the fires within. Caine settled his hand on the upturned face, his eyes catching Peter's glassy gaze, his soul burying itself in Peter's - and with one final thrust, he came, his seed filling the beloved body. He heard Peter cry out and shudder into climax, the flames flaring up and incinerating them both.
* * *
"I wonder when you're going to feed me." Peter stretched with a broad, satisfied grin. The intense lovemaking had whetted his always healthy appetite. "You wore me out, Pop - so feed me or..." The kiss planted firmly on his lips stopped the rest, the next several minutes taken with a thorough exploration of each other's mouth.
Finally they pulled apart.
"I really am hungry, Pop. After all..." Peter grinned, running his hand down Caine's chest. "I'm a growing boy."
Caine swatted Peter's buttocks. "Up with you." He watched Peter rose and stretch his body. "Are you... satisfied... with my talking?"
Peter bend down to kiss his father. "You're the best, Pop. In everything."