Cloths of Heaven
(i)
Aya's mouth went dry when he saw Chloe in black silk and he found himself licking his lips with a swollen tongue. He knew he was not at his best, just having come in from walking along the beach with Free, he knew his face was wind burned and that his hair needed combing, because it was a mass of loose tendrils about his face and neck but there was something about the way that Chloe looked at him that made it irrelevant.
Chloe was wearing black pinstriped lightly with silver, a silk shirt that billowed at his waist and cuffs, but tight leather trousers that were formed to his thighs. Suddenly Aya felt warm and he wasn't sure why.
Chloe's light coloured eyes burned like fire as they appraised him. Aya found his breath catching in his throat.
Free looked between the two of them, “I'll just go check on Yuki,” he rumbled, his voice was like stone moving, deep and rich. Aya wanted to thank him but the words were lacking.
“Bedroom,” Chloe managed, “now.”
Aya nodded and took the outstretched hand and knew that he had had nothing in his life that could compare to this. He had had passion with Crawford but this was new and wondrous.
In the end they didn't make it to the bedroom, they found a small disused sitting room and Chloe, stalking much like a big cat, pressed Aya to the couch before smothering his face in kisses. “Do you,” he asked, “have any idea just how fucking hot you are right now?”
And Aya wanted to say, “me, you're the one in black silk and leather with those gloves on,” but he was silenced by Chloe's tongue seeking entrance to his mouth. Once he might have said “not here,” but Chloe was pressing his chest against his own and rubbing his thigh between Aya's. Aya was long past the point of complaining and just made grabbing motions at Chloe's silk shirt. Chloe just helped his thighs about his waist and making sure to fondle the ass he found under the layers of silk with his leather gloves picked Aya up and managed to walk him as far as the table before laying him down with reverence. “Leave the gloves,” Aya managed against Chloe's cheek. They were soft and supple black buckskin, embossed with roses at the back of his hands and they felt like heaven against his skin.
Chloe just laughed, but did not remove the gloves. He peeled Aya from the kimono like a piece of fruit leaving him in culottes on the table, biting his lip, “off,” Aya managed, pulling at Chloe's shirt, and Chloe was more than happy to oblige him.
Chloe's skin was golden and lightly dusted with hair. Aya couldn't resist running his fingers lightly through it making sure just to run his fingernails over the hard pink nipples and listening to Chloe hiss. It was a sound that maddened Aya more than he wanted to let on. Instead he just cast his head back to Chloe's mouth and Chloe's divine kisses. Chloe's hands were at the waistband of his culottes, and with the way they were confining his erection, though not nearly as tight as Chloe's pants, he was more than happy to see them gone.
Chloe's mouth was tracing arcane designs as they gave themselves over to hunger, there would be foreplay later, for now there was just hunger. There would make love later, for now there was just fucking. And that was the way that Aya wanted it. There could be experimentation and sweet nothings later, for now all he wanted was Chloe and Chloe was more than happy to oblige.
He jerked down the culottes to Aya's knees, and Aya couldn't help himself he laughed, wriggling as he tried to pull off his socks. “I don't want to be naked in socks,” he laughed and Chloe looked at him for a moment and then laughed as well.
That was what Aya cherished about Chloe; there was laughter, even in this. Chloe laughed and then tugged the small white socks off Aya's feet careless of where they landed. There were servants to retrieve them later.
Then Aya was naked and Chloe stared at him, his eyes full of lust and softness. He appraised the white skin, like a potter inspecting his work, down to the scarlet v of pubic hair. Then his hand, still clad in the soft black leather glove cupped Aya's balls, and Aya just cast his head back to feel.
Chloe's hands were maddening, normally they were callused from tending his beloved roses but the leather was soft and yielding where his hands were not. Aya wanted to live and die in his hands, but Ran remembered.
His head snapped back as he gasped, “I want to,” he said and he knew his eyes were as dark as pansy hearts, he slid from the table and without further ado untied Chloe's pants and freed his cock, he rubbed it against his cheek for a moment, scenting it like an animal as Chloe cast back his head and just felt, then opening his mouth he began to lick the head, carefully and gently listening to Chloe moan, feeling Chloe tighten his hands in Aya's hair.
Aya didn't let himself be directed in this, he had learned well from the Lady Redgrove and he wanted to please Chloe, to show him, to love him. He wanted Chloe to know who was kneeling at his feet and giving him pleasure. It surprised Aya that he was capable of this kind of submission, but he suspected that it wasn't submission at all, that it was surrender, that it was hunger.
He suckled lightly on the tip in the way that had maddened Crawford, in the way that Chloe loved, watching through slitted eyes as Chloe cast his head back and moaned. Aya felt he could survive on only Chloe's moans, on the gasped half noises, and the grunts that he gave as he tightened the grip of his thumbs against the bowl of Chloe's hips through the leather of his trousers, and he took a deep breath through his nose, smelling Chloe, sharp and musky and the leather even as he bobbed his head back and forth along the length, until it pressed to the back of his throat and he gagged and then back so that his lips barely touched the spongy head.
“Aya,” Chloe gasped and against the erection in his mouth Aya grinned.
Chloe took his hands from Aya's hair, where they had almost pulled his braid free, and cupped under his chin pulling him to his feet for a kiss.
Aya could lose himself in Chloe's kisses, when Chloe kissed him he didn't care about the Nemesis or Inabayama, all that remained was the hot battle of tongues and the taste of Chloe shared between them as Chloe wrapped his hand about Aya's cock, running the soft leather against the veins and ridges he found there. Aya groaned into his mouth, he knew he would love these gloves, even if they were ruined by this encounter.
“Want you.” Chloe murmured and Aya was more than happy to oblige him as their cocks rubbed together with the soft kiss of the leather.
“Oil?” Aya asked, Chloe looked around the room for something that they could use, never letting up on the wondrous torture of his hands. There was a discarded butter dish and with a groan of disappointment Chloe took the five steps away from Aya to fetch it. Aya jumped up unto the tabletop and laid his feet on the chairs on either side of it, spreading himself open for Chloe's view.
Chloe almost dropped the butter dish in his haste and his lust. He gave himself over to Aya's kisses like a dying man. Aya fumbled the butter dish from him. “Watch me,” he said, wondering when he had become so wanton.
Chloe had no choice but to watch him, his eyes were fixed on the way the long thin white fingers scooped up the butter, which was almost completely melted and ran it over his puckered opening, then licking his lips, he slid one finger inside. Chloe tilted his head slightly watching the way Aya's opening sucked in his fingers and Aya's eyes grew darker.
“Ayan,” he murmured, “I can't wait.”
Aya just held out his hand and pressed into the cock-head against his opening, forcing it inside though he wasn't nearly stretched enough, Chloe groaned at the tightness and the heat even as the butter slicked along him. There was a little friction, and it must be hurting Aya but he gave no sign of it, just relaxing into the penetration.
Then he began to rock, his back making squealing noises against the polished tabletop as he pressed and pulled against Chloe's erection, his fingers reached out and twined with Chloe's, pulling him closer even as his hips pushed him away, and Chloe swallowed him with kisses even as the pressure in his balls threatened to undo him and Aya was writhing under him, rubbing the skin against his balls. The leather of his trousers was against Aya's thighs where he had wrapped his legs tight about him.
When Chloe came it was with a force that rocked the table with a terrible creak, he ran his hand, with fingers still entwined with Aya's, up and down his angry red erection and Aya came with a great exhalation like a death rattle, then he lay panting, his neck and chest flushed. “Love you,” Chloe murmured, pushing back sweat dark bangs from Aya's face. “Love you, so much.”
Aya just looked at him with eyes like the dark hearts of pansies and smiled.
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