Author: StarWindDancer@h...

Pairing: Skinner/Krycek NC-17

Disclaimers: If CC doesn't play nicer with his toys, I'm taking 
them. I know people, people who investigate child abuse, spousal 
abuse, and elderly abuse and then take those people away and 
find them a good home. I would give them both a very good 
home. My local college is now giving away flavored condoms by 
the bagful. We used them as party balloons.

Notes: This is pure PWP and an apology to 
SkinnerKrycek@yahoogroups.com for my overzelousness and 
bugging them for stories too much.

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Smooth
           by StarWindDancer
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Alex Krycek is smooth. His skin is so silky and soft and so 
wonderful to touch. Not like me. I'm Chewbacca’s cousin. Alex says 
he likes my hairy body but lying next to his perfect, smooth 
body, I somehow feel so inferior.

I run my hand over his belly. It feels like velour. His stomach is 
hard and well toned from his years on the run. I pinch his stomach 
and not much flesh comes away. He eats like a pig but as far as I 
can tell he hasn't gained a pound since we started sleeping 
together.

I don't want him to gain any weight. He's so... nummy. Hard, hot 
flesh that I love to nibble on and caress. 

His neck is the best to nibble on. It makes him moan and whimper 
so wonderfully and the skin is much easier to chew on then, say, 
his stomach.

Of course nibbling on him now, while he's asleep makes him 
grunt and shift slightly away but I'm not complaining. It makes 
him roll farther onto his stomach, revealing more of his body to me 
to appreciate.

The skin on his pelvis isn't like his belly. This skin is like satin or 
maybe silk. Yes, silk. Silk always make me feel like I'm putting on 
hand lotion. The crease of skin between leg and body, where his 
underwear lands always feel like this, like I'm somehow absorbing 
some sort of softness of his skin onto my fingers.

His inner thigh is like satin. It's so smooth, just like the other 
part of his body but it's kinda plush, like you can sink your 
fingers into his flesh.

I have many memories of digging my fingers into the flesh of his 
inner thighs. Memories of pushing his legs apart as I suck him 
off. Memories of pulling his legs farther apart as I ride him. 
Memories of groping him just for grouping's sake.

There is no question in my mind that his ass his velvet. Crushed, 
cheap velvet that they sell to velvet enthusiasts who can't afford 
the $12 the yard kind. The cheaper stuff is softer and so much 
more... velvety. 

I have to bury my nose in his wonderful hair to keep myself from 
watching my hand as I caress that wonderful ass. I'll look in a 
moment but for now I just have to touch him. 

It's so round and perfect and I want to take a big bite of it, like it 
was some apple but I know that would wake him up. We were 
both up late last night doing... things. I'd probably be in an 
exhausted sleep right now, like he is, if it were not for the fact 
that I've gotten up at 6am every day of my life. I always wake up 
at 6 and can never seem to go to sleep afterwards. I'd get up but I 
have this very nice distraction.

Alex apparently likes it on some level because he shifts so that 
he's further on his belly and his right leg moves forward, like it 
was being thrown over an imaginary body. This movement, of 
course, leaves him exposed to me and my cock gets hard from 
the sight. I've fucked him many times in this exact position. I've 
fucked him many other positions as well.

His pink opening is exposed and it looks so... well... smooth and 
soft. I lightly brush my finger over it, trying to think of what kind 
of smooth it is. 

The closest I can think of is water, enveloping, soft and smooth 
water.

I have to push my finger inside him.

It kinda feels like those water snakes, water smooth and 
wonderfully warmly enveloping.

I am so hard now. The tip of my cock is leaking, adding it's little 
voice of appreciation to my tastes in human flesh. I can't help my 
tongue which has this pressing need to lick Alex all over and hear 
him moan. It took ages of convincing to get him to moan like 
that, at drops of a hat but I *have* to have a very verbal lover. 
Alex is now a *very* verbal lover in appreciation of my skills.

Touching him here, like this, I have to reach over to the night 
stand and grab the lube. I smear some on my fingers, stroke 
myself a few times and resume my explorations of his wonderful, 
tight hole.

It's fascinating to watch my fingers stroke in and out of him. It's 
like my flesh is melting into his.

I want him. I want him right here and right now. Alex is still 
oblivious to the world as I slide into his sleep warm body. 

God, he's so relaxed in his sleep. Hardly any resistance or fight in 
it as I push into him again and again.

I try to keep my thrusts slow and deep and it's hard but I get my 
body to comply. I pull him tightly to me, letting me nibble on 
those wonderful neck places, my hand drawing circles over his 
smooth stomach.

My hands can't keep still as they move up his body to pinch his 
nipples then down to pull his thigh up a bit for deeper 
penetration.

His cock is full and rosy and there is a glistening pearl of precum 
on the tip. I have to reach down and run my hand over it, 
massaging the liquid into the spongy tip. 

I'm close and apparently he is too because this action makes him 
come over my hand. An odd thrust or two and I'm cumming 
inside his body.

Sleepy green eyes open and turn to me. I can feel his internal 
muscles squeeze me a time or two and his free hand moves to 
feel my hip next to his and my arm around his waist.

"I've just been ravaged in my sleep, haven’t I?" His husky voice is 
slow and slurred.

"Um, yes," I reply, guilty that I didn't wake him up.

"Oh, ok."

His green eyes close and he snuggles back to me and goes back 
to sleep.

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The end.

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