2010-05-29 07:00 am (UTC)
Ted curls forward to kiss down Booster's spine, and Booster arches happily, reminding him of some big sleepy cat. He noses between his shoulders, scoots back to work his way lower, and thrills when Booster turns his head to the side and sighs out his name.
"God, you're gorgeous," he murmurs, before he can think better of it. He sees Booster smile.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," he says, and Ted chuckles, pressing a long open-mouthed kiss to the base of his spine. He's still kneading at Booster's ass, and on a whim he wriggles even lower, lips following his hands. He hears Booster's breath catch in surprise, and he's sure there's a joke coming, but it never does. Booster just stretches minutely, still so easy and pliable beneath him, and Ted keeps going. He can taste the soap on Booster's skin with every kiss, and god, he can't believe he's doing this but Booster just does something to him, something that makes it seem totally fine to trail his tongue down the cleft of his ass.
"Oh," Booster says, suddenly breathless. Ted translates that as a green light, and gets his confirmation when he strokes his tongue lower and Booster whimpers, tensing enticingly. "Oh, God, Ted," and if that's how Booster reacts to just Ted's gentle licking, then he really needs to know what happens if he does more.
He trails aside to nuzzle at one cheek for a moment, then picks up where he'd left off, tongue tentatively circling Booster's entrance and it'd be weird except that Booster makes this choked sound and clutches at the sheets. That nullifies the weirdness pretty damn effectively. Ted keeps going, slow and gentle, licking and prodding, and it isn't long before Booster's rocking his hips shallowly against the bed. Ted pauses - it's just for a second, but that's long enough for Booster to arch his back and groan. "Ted, more," and Ted will never be able to say no to that voice.
He draws back onto his knees and coaxes Booster along to follow, and he has to stop and admire the slope of Booster's back, one long perfect line from the bed all the way up to his hips. He reminds Ted of something devout and exotic, Egyptian statues or something and he can't quite remember but it doesn't matter, Booster's hips keep twitching and he's making little desperate sounds. "Teeeed...."
"Okay, okay," Ted teases, and doesn't wait for Booster to find a comeback, just gives his ass a squeeze and goes back to tonguing at him. Booster trembles the minute Ted's mouth hits his skin, kissing and sucking and even daring to nip gently, once or twice. He probes his tongue forward, just a little, and Booster lets out a sound that goes straight to Ted's dick. It's enough to make him abandon his initial plan of just working Booster undone - or modify it, at least. When he pulls back to suck on two fingers, Booster whines in protest, but changes his tune fast when Ted traces one of those fingertips around his entrance and slowly pushes in. He wants to draw this out, but Booster's so utterly unresisting that he adds a second, and his reward is Booster's shaky gasp, his hands crumpling the sheets.
"Fuck, Ted," he whispers, and Ted kisses just above his fingers, working them slowly. Booster's hot and tight around him, and he's already starting to ache to get out of these tights, but if not for that, he feels like he could do this forever. (Booster would probably disagree.) It's just too intoxicating, the way Booster feels, the way his hips jerk with every little motion of Ted's fingers, and then he crooks them in a hard stroke and Booster lurches forward and moans into the pillow. "Oh fuck, oh, fuck, do that again."
Eventually Ted pulls his fingers out and Booster groans at the loss; Ted chuckles, pats his ass reassuringly, and stretches forward to grab the lube off the nightstand. Booster waits with obviously-strained patience, wriggling his hips and watching over his shoulder as Ted shucks off what's left of his costume. He's hard, as hard as Ted is by now, but he hasn't touched himself once; Ted wonders if he's just that close, if he's struggling to make this last. The thought is unfathomably hot.