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Log: Complete; 2/2 (MONSTER LOG OF DOOM)
When; Feb 6. ahaha, backdated;
Rating; NC-17
warnings: kink (asphyxiation)
Characters; Adult!Peter Pan![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
all_butone & Jas Hook ironhook
Summary; A church, seduction and... some realizations.
Log;
It wasn't often that he was able to see the other in such a state- face flushed and breathing coming in shallow puffs. There were times he'd been unable to sleep as a boy- uncertain and confused by the weight of it all. Growing up, he had never tried to become terribly close to anyone- preferring to flirt and smile and fight than to try to muddle through the awkward weight in his chest that happened whenever he'd caught sight of-
Eyes fell shut with a private smile, and something about their position alone was entirely erotic. Kneeling before anyone, something Peter could never bring himself to do, and yet Jas Hook with his dark hair and pretty sounds had done so with ease. Peter squeezed slowly, thumb reaching up to graze the tip before falling into an easy rhythm- slow but firm strokes, and he leaned in, tongue lapping at the head before taking it into his mouth completely.
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Although he had assumed it was what Peter was going to do, that steady pull and then that heat-- His rival stole all breath from his chest, all words from his tongue. Overwhelmed, his head tilted back, brows drawing together in something of a grimace as he strained, trying to push back into the wall and into that warmth all at the same time. It didn't work, obviously, and all it did was pull a broken groan from his throat.
And he wasn't completely oblivious to their position, how utterly mind-blowing it was to have Peter Pan on his knees. And it would be a lie to say he hadn't thought of it, maybe once, maybe twice. Shameful, yes-- but there were a lot of things he couldn't control when it came down to Pan.
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Peter moved slowly, hoping to savor the moment as long as possible- the soft arch of Jas' hips, the way his body rolled forward and one hand lifted to steady the man's side. "Mmn" He hummed softly, hand sliding lower to wrap around the base of his length as fingernails on his hip bit into tender flesh. So much of this was about marking- unspoken declarations of who belonged to whom, places that no one else would ever be allowed to touch.
Hi tongue worked it's way from base to lip, sucking slowly as his palm squeezed in time, throat relaxing before the once-boy took him in further, devouring him inch by inch.
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Stars in heaven, but the man was sensuality wrapped up in golden skin and fair hair. He shifted, squirming into the bite of nails, greedy for the gentle pain they gave in tandem to the slowburn heat of Peter's tongue. And then deeper-- He choked on his gasp, body jerking in surprise with the jolt of arousal that shot from groin to mind. "Hah--"
He shifted, bracing his legs wider to fight the weakness in his knees, to get closer. Fingers flexed, tight in his hair before forcibly relaxing, carding through the silken curls and down around his ear.
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The shift in his weight nearly made him smile, a contented smirk he would more than gladly entertain were his mouth not...otherwise occupied. Those same nails pushed in further before dragging down his thigh- and Peter had to wonder at this strange twist of pain and pleasure he couldn't help but love to inflict. The tightening of the grip in his hair earned a small sound in return, and the boy nearly purred in delight. Instead he quickened the pace, teeth grazing over his length as he hummed softly, wicked amusement glinting in his eyes.
If nothing else- that twist would make things more interesting; and he swallowed slowly, throat constricting torturously.
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There was no way he could have even tried to stop the low moan from falling from his lips with the drag of nails-- he could feel the mark they left behind-- and the humming that sent vibrations straight down his shaft and into his core. But then teeth-- and then he swallowed--
"A-hn... H-Hell--" His hips rolled forward, he couldn't help it, and he grimaced with need. Moaning low again his chin dropped, dark eyes opening to gaze down at the man-- and his breath hitched. Fingers traced along his cheekbone, stopped to cradle at his chin, thumb at the corner of Peter's mouth.
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That moan alone sent a bolt of heat straight through him, and Peter's skin prickled in response- wanting more. He pulled back slowly, lips wrapping around the tip and sucking gently- tongue swirling around the head in lazy circles before tracing the slit. Cheeks were flushed and green eyes glinted, almost brighter than their usual glow as they sought out forget-me-nots. Yes, it wasn't a moment that was likely to happen often, and though part of him gloried in at last kneeling at the man's feet- a much stronger pull urged him ownwards- and Peter listened.
The man pulled back slowly, leaning back on his kneels to stand once more, half-clothed body pressed firmly to bare skin as he stood eye to eye with the pirate- bemused, mischievious grin ever in place before it became a smirk, and Peter raised a hand before pushing a single finger into the man's mouth.
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He writhed, snake-like, uncontrollably, against the wall, up into Peter's hands and mouth, and when his length slid completely from the other's mouth, he couldn't stop the groan of loss from escaping. God, he was beautiful, and Jas' hand stroked from neck, over shoulder, down torso before curling at his hip and squeezing, greedy. But then those jade eyes were so close, that warm body tight agains this own and--
A forefinger in his mouth. Heat crashed around his shoulders and he arched off the wall, mouth relaxing against those fingers. Right arm-- naked-- came to rest at his waist, and tightened against him. And not once did forget-me-nots wander from green, heated and dark and silently begging for more.
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The groan escaped without protest, eyes falling half-mast at the sound and as he'd done so many times as a boy, Peter bit at his bottom lip roughly. He was impatient, god he was impatient and the heat pooling in his stomach demanded release as he let outthe breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Still half-dressed and the man's jaw clenched, pants feeling entirely too tight as he growled- voice low against the pirate's ear; "Undress me."
A command, not a question, and Peter was beyond courtesies now. One finger was soon joined by a second, then a third, as his knee pushed forward to part smooth thighs once more.
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The order wasn't met with any resistance, and gods, if for once since losing his hand he didn't wish for it back. This would be so. much. easier-- but it didn't stop him. The voice against his ear forced his eyes closed, body arching off the wall, willingly spreading his thighs to push against the firm cloth-covered leg. Another low sound erupted, uncontrolled, from his throat, and thank god he had years of practice, because those pants were open and undone and being pushed at frantically in record timing.
"Hnng," The sound came out around Peter’s hand, the pirate closing his eyes, tongue flexing against him, tasting sunshine and dirt and... and power.
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Lips parted at the sound, breath hitching as he pulled away, kicking the trousers away before closing the distance between them once more- skin against warm skin and Peter nearly sighed at the contact. Was there any doubt left about how perfectly natural it all was? That this was the way they had always been meant to fit?
His fingers pulled away abruptly, replaced by his mouth, and a soft but insistant tongue- demanding access and kissing with bruising force as fingers reached down, a single digit pressing at his entrance before pushing in.
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Breath hitched when he was met with his own height in warm, tanned flesh, good hand coming to clutch at his shoulder blade, holding on as if for dear life. Hades-- need. Thats what it was, but not just the hot need of lust-- though that definitely played a factor in the situation. Just this man, the way he tasted, the way he could play Jas like the harpsichord the man had back on the Jolly Roger.
Fingernails dug in, Jas opening hungrily to the kiss, sliding tongue along tongue-- but then he abruptly gasped. A sharp intake of breath, his entire body freezing up before forcibly relaxing with a single thought, and Jas whimpered into his mouth with a helpless greed nobody was allowed to see.
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Green eyes fell shut at the sound, savoring it, as through trying to memorize each detail. Each gasp and cry and moan, and Peter nudged back, mouth trailing a mixture of heated kisses and soft bites from the man's jaw to his neck, hips rolling forward impatiently and his other hand fisted in dark curls- pulling back hard for better access. For room to kiss every inch of the pirate's throat as a second finger pushed inside; hesitating just long enough to get familiar with the feeling before they moved- stretching and pulling and pushing- and he didn't bother to smother the all but possessive growl that left his lips.
Jas Hook was his now, his and no one elses.
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His heart stuttered, shortened breath and Peter was everywhere, all over him, inside, outside-- His head fell back limply with the harsh tug of hair, but with it he let loose a cry of need. Gripping tight he pushed forward into the wave of Peter's hips, then back-- harder-- onto the press of fingers between his legs.
And then he growled and Jas fell apart. He moaned, heavily, writhing against the wall and grappling for the other man, insatiable. "G-God... Peter... I w-ant-- I need--"
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They weren't done- he knew, somewhere, back in conscious thought that wasn't clouded with want and lust and need and possession. He needed to be patient, to finish preparing him if only to make sure it wouldn't hurt like hell but gods, the sight of him made his knees weak and heat rushed like liquid fire through his veins- hot and impatient and demanding. Soft, wet mouth with parted lips, wanton cry, body arched and begging to be touched...mine- now; and the last thread of tightly wound self-control- snapped.
Fingers pulled out and moved instead to wrap around his own cock, steading himself at the man's entrance and stealing once last look at his face before pushing in- slow and unforgiving, until he was buried to the hilt, jaw clenched and brows drawn as Peter struggled to control his breathing.
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Now, now, now gods YES, and fuck did it hurt. Slow and unforgiving and he was positive that, even between the pair of them, there wouldn't be enough slide for it to work without pain. But that thrilled him, right to the core and he arched up hard, leg slung over his hip, hand tight into his shoulder, right arm bracing back against the wall.
And he suddenly exhaled hard, an explosive rush of breath he hadn't realized he was holding, it ending pitched downwards into a deep, intimate growl. The words curled like honey, like molasses, from his mouth, wanton and addicted: "Peter...yes--'"
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Jaw unclenched slowly, through force of will as he exhaled shakily, feeling more alive than he could ever recall. Every nerve, every fiber of his being alive and electric and the growled moan of his name curled a tendril of desire low in his belly. One arm pressed up, bent next to the man's head and skin dragged along the wall's stony surface for support. "Fuck-" he breathed, nearly a gasp as his hips rolled forward a fraction, moan falling from his lips easily- lost inside the sensation. "Fuck, Jas- so..."
The words died on his lips and he withdrew slowly, almost entirely out, before slamming his hips forward once more- knocking the man back against the wall. "Nnnh...so tight-"
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And bloody hell he moved so slowly, that withdraw, almost entirely unsheathed, and Jas strained, holding his silence almost perfectly-- until Peter drove home again. His mouth fell open, crying out, back grinding against the rough of the wall, scraping scars and skin. Black curls caught on the rough edges as his crown hit stone, spine arching.
"Ah-ah-- Again," He groaned, and couldn't understand, exactly, why he was so willing to beg. Shaking and squirming agianst Peter, all he could think was that he wanted wanted wanted-- all of him. He would do anything to keep him-- even crawl.
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It was all the go ahead he needed- and Peter repeated the action, hips rolling forward with a groan until he could go no further. It was more than possession, it was merging. The way two things were meant to be and gods why had they waited so long? If Jas Hook had truly believed he'd been waiting for Wendy, he was a damned fool. There was no girl he could press up against a wall- no girl he could rip and tear and bite and make mewl with pleasure- not the way Jas himself did, and Peter was intoxicated by it.
Calloused hand reached up to wrap around the man's neglected cock, squeezing and stroking slowly, thumbnail grazing the lip just enough to tease as he slammed back inside with a groan.
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Jas was inarticulate with desire, rising with each. and. every. thrust. as if he were trying to climb the wall, or climb into Peter's skin. Right arm around his shoulder, the left clawed at him, ripping shoulder, back, bicep, and then repeating the process because he just couldn't keep still. Eyes closed tightly his head pressed back, chin lifting with each push, up-down-up-down-- his throat long and exposed and god, wasn't it dangerous, vulnerable like this and he didn't care.
He moaned, long, low, and forced both forget-me-nots open, dazed and clouded with passion. His hand closed on the back of Peter's neck, as if it might get his attention, because he wanted those eyes on him, all the time, wanted all of his attention: "A-Ah-- I--"
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It was a steady pull, in and out- pace quickened and nearly fervernt- desperate and wanting and Peter cried out openly as nails clawed at him, murmuring against the man's mouth for more; more long dark welts he'd see come morning. To push harder, and faster, and it wasn't enough because Jas was so tight and so hot and they were so, so close he could almost- "Nngh fuck-" He groaned, eyes sliding open at the feel of fingers on the nape of his neck- green meeting blue and Peter drove home with new resolve, hand quickening it's pace as it stroked faster, squeezed firmer, and the other reached up to splay across Jas's throat. Long fingers wrapped around his neck, squeezing just enough to halt his breathing, 2 seconds, 3- "Scream for me Jas-" and he let go with a smirk. Power and control and never once did his eyes stray from blue.
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Jas' breath was coming in gasps, harsh and uncontrolled, and Peter didn't even need to speak against his mouth and ask for those claw-marks because he just. kept. gripping. Marking him. Claiming him even though Peter was the only driving home over and over and god, yes, his body didn't belong to anyone else ever again.
And then a hand-- those fingers, curled across his windpipe and Peter could kill him right there but what a way to go-- his breath was going. Going, slowing being choked away and all he could see was jade eyes and fair hair and Peter-- Peter-- beautiful Peter with his sideways remarks and sly sarcasm and he was the only one that had never gone away and-- fuck. Fuck. He was so, so, in love with him--
That hand released and he followed the order, he strained and gasped and immediately after let loose a howl of pained desire, inarticulate at first, unfolding into half-coherent words: you, love, need, yes, yes, peter, god, yes--
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Eyes very nearly fell shut again, and knees felt weak at the sound- the strained scream and gasps of words Peter could begin to unravel but it didn't matter because he kissed him again- full and rough and demanding before tearing away to catch a breath. Once more he arched into those claws, hungry for them as he bit at swollen lips, taking what he wanted.
The moan passed like a shudder though him and Peter's head fell forward to rest against Jas' own, words a breathy mantra "Nngh Jas, so tight- so close--" And still he pressed on, all the while stroking steadily, firm, breath hitching each time that slender back arched to meet his thrusts. "Want you- now; mine"
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He gasped, almost sobbing into that hungry mouth, pulling and pushing and arching and trying to kiss and breath at the same time and he could multitask but even that was almost too much. Jas grappled, gripped, pushed, thighs squeezing and pushing, driving down to meet each piston of his hips to get. him. deeper.
"You-- nngh—HA-- I n-need--" He cringed, winced, squirmed and tried to get closer, ever closer because he could feel it coming, building under his skin, fueled by Peter's sunlight inside of him-- "Yours-- god, yes Peter a-ahn-- Mine-- I want h-hate, l-love all of-- AH-- all of you pleasePLEASE--"
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Face flushed, body trembling- no, no one would ever have his captain the same way. He'd kill them first because it would be Peter alone, only him that would ever be important enough, worthy enough-
Building so tight, so tightly coiled and it was all he could do to hang on, strangled cry pulling from his throat- pressing harder, further, deeper to be so close... Breaths were rough and ragged, and the fingers around his throat squeezed once more- gloring in the power, the raw, unchallenged dominance and he growled against the other's mouth before finally releasing his grip. "Let go Jas-"
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The hand on his throat again, and it had been a long time, a long time since Jas had let anyone close enough to see this side of him, submissive, craving to be claimed and held and wanted. Dark lashes fluttered, asphyxiation, his breathing shallow and Peter could kill him, he could, and all it did was send another surge of primal heat straight into the pirate's gut. Writhing, pressing, pulling to keep all that heated skin against his own and he was never. ever. going to let go now. He wasn't before, but now--
Nobody was allowed to have him this way. He would kill them first. Peter was his and his alone, birds be damned. He always had been, he always would be, and he didn't want to share. His hate, his love, his joy, his anger-- it was Jas'. His. Just like everything of his own was Peter's--
"Peter-- Peter--" His name was a mantra, climbing in volume, desperate, mouth open and panting against Peter's mouth and god-- let go-- he couldn't, without that hand on his throat, and he scratched down his arm, for his wrist, tugging to bring it back up-- "H-Hell-- Please--"
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The fog cleared momentarily at the touch on his hair- insistant and pleading, and that wicked grin spread across his lips- slow and triumphant. Their coupling would never be of the tender variety, because it was something alien to them both. No room for it between heated kisses and battles for dominance, moments of quiet and peace and calm set aside for nights layed out where they couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Yes, yes- his mind quipped, and roughened sunkissed fingers tightened once more against his throat- hard and demanding; the way it was always meant to be. Because Jas wanted it as badly as Peter himself- dependent on the pain and possession tingling at the edge of consciousness; the only way to be certain of where they stood- where one stood and the other knelt.
Wanton moan, low and dangerous as he stole the breath for the pirate's throat, slamming forward once more.
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There it was-- and he knew for how tight Peter held that there would be a soft purple mark around his throat, another mark, another claim, and he tried to inhale-- only to find the way blocked, as he had expected-- hoped. Forget-me-nots rolled lashes fluttering as his eyes fell shut, mouth bruised and slack, gasping for air that wasn't there. He was suffocating, suffocating and Peter pushed so deep--
His climax didn't roll, it crashed, hammering across his shoulders and forcing his back-- almost his entire torso but for shoulders-- off of the wall. A thunderclap of passion, near-useless right arm coiled around the back of Peter's neck, nails digging tight just to the side of his spine. He might have screamed, but for the lack of oxygen, and so he wailed internally, overwhelmed with pleasurepainhotlove-- and briefly, his vision blacked out, mind short-circuiting as, for but a moment, he lost conciousness.
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He gripped tightly- fingers clenched a fraction longer than necessary as everything suddenly tightened around him. The entire scope of his world narrowed, focused only on that burning heat, that all consuming need pulsing and throbbing and god- he screamed as it came down around it, climax shooting straight through him and Peter trembled at the collision before at last releasing his hold.
Breaths rough and shaky, desperate as he fought to stay still, arms falling to wrap protectively around the pirate's waist- supporting him even as his own body struggled to recover.
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Peter's grip shifted and Jas slumped, limp, against him, forehead falling to his shoulder, the tight of his grip easing as the black held him captive. It took perhaps a moment longer then it should have, but he inhaled on a cough, shaking, and stirred, drawn back from darkness by the light of the man that held him up between body and wall. Another gasp, a hiss of breath, cheek rubbing up the side of Peter's neck, the side of his face.
"I want... to keep you forever," He sighed, an airy whisper against his ear, half delirious, holding on weakly as his body fought to regain its bearings, fought to return oxygen where it had before been denied. "Hate-- Care-- It... does not matter. As long as you stay."
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Such a sweet admission- words Peter truly never expected to hear and the boy-man chuckled softly, a gentle sigh and one hand reached up to stroke the smooth skin of his cheek. Oh he knew this request- had heard it a handful of times, to ask that he stay- that he deny what it was in his very nature to do and petal soft lips grazed his ear affectionately. How many times before had he been asked to stay? He didn't know, the same way he couldn't remember when he'd stopped believing it.
To stay was to be known, to be known meant comfort and eventual boredom- after all, a bird in a cage was not nearly as interesting as a bird on the wind. Besides- forever was such a dreadfully long time. Jas Hook was sure to mind infinitely more amusing prey once Peter had decided to land; no. It could never be done. To be forgotten again...he would rather leave than risk such a thing. A tender smile lingered on his mouth as he pulled out slowly.
The end, then.
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He was exhausted, too exhausted to fight, and his hand flexed against Peter's skin when he withdrew. But why did that hurt so much more then anything they had done thus far? A loss, one he had felt before-- but so much worse. He needed this golden creature, needed him like he needed the air to breath and yet-- and yet--
In the end, Jas knew he was still a bird. Still wild, and no matter what stability might be offered, how wide he left the window open-- he was only temporary. This was only temporary. And true to form, Peter would leave someday, fly away in search of something more-- and Jas would die. Then the story would be over, and as all stories end, the hero would triumph over the villian, looking for new adventures, old ones forgotten.
His legs nearly gave out when he righted again, and though he knew Peter would pull away as soon as possible-- mustn't be touched-- he held on a moment, forehead to his shoulder, and swallowed against the tightness in his throat.
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Peter could sense the man giving way before he actually did, and while instinct screamed to set him down and go- to get out and far and away before everything got so much worse- before the pirate tried to teather him to the ground.... He pushed forward, catching the man's weight and cradling him protectively against his body. They were tired, more worn than any of their past battles had ever given cause and part of him wondered at the peculiar weight in his chest- the weight he'd always carried and never tried hard enough to sort through.
Warm hands stroked his back tenderly, tracing idle designs over abused skin and lingering on scars as he sank down- lowering them both to the floor and gathering Jas into his arms. Rest- rest- and protect this man from daylight- and he pressed the lightest of kisses to Jas' forehead.
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He was surprised, if mildly-- too tired for anything drastic-- when Peter gathered him in, and it even had him heavily lifting his head. But, Hades, he wasn't going to fight it, wasn't going to question it if the once-boy would stay for only a little while. The floor was chill, but Peter was heat, and though he wasn't used to it-- he craved it, that warmth. Jas turned into him, like a cat stretching in sunlight, palm smoothing over his ribs to rest on his back.
His hair fell in waves across abused shoulders, bruised neck, over Peter's arm, and Jas lifted his face, slow and lethargic, to rest his mouth against Peter's jaw. But there he stopped, exhaling, tangled up in golden skin, thinking endings-beginnings-Peter-- and the other's name fell as an exhale against his skin as he finally, finally stilled in the circle of his embrace.
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Eyes fell shut at that- tenderness he was entirely unused to, soft touches he'd pushed so violently against for so long and just this once...just this one time Peter let his shoulders relax to marvel at the feeling. To be cared for- the most potent aphrodisiac he had the misfortune to stumble across. One arm stayed protectively around a slender waist, as though his presence alone might preserve the moment, slow time to a halt and just let the two of them rest, finally finally, safe. Wanted.
Long fingers lost themselves in smooth black curls and he sighed at the beauty of it, leaning into each and every touch as though he may never have them again. "Rest now Jas-" The words were breathed, an intimate whisper that had perhaps been saved for his ears alone. "I'll be here when you wake."
Rating; NC-17
warnings: kink (asphyxiation)
Characters; Adult!Peter Pan
all_butone & Jas Hook ironhookSummary; A church, seduction and... some realizations.
Log;
It wasn't often that he was able to see the other in such a state- face flushed and breathing coming in shallow puffs. There were times he'd been unable to sleep as a boy- uncertain and confused by the weight of it all. Growing up, he had never tried to become terribly close to anyone- preferring to flirt and smile and fight than to try to muddle through the awkward weight in his chest that happened whenever he'd caught sight of-
Eyes fell shut with a private smile, and something about their position alone was entirely erotic. Kneeling before anyone, something Peter could never bring himself to do, and yet Jas Hook with his dark hair and pretty sounds had done so with ease. Peter squeezed slowly, thumb reaching up to graze the tip before falling into an easy rhythm- slow but firm strokes, and he leaned in, tongue lapping at the head before taking it into his mouth completely.
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Although he had assumed it was what Peter was going to do, that steady pull and then that heat-- His rival stole all breath from his chest, all words from his tongue. Overwhelmed, his head tilted back, brows drawing together in something of a grimace as he strained, trying to push back into the wall and into that warmth all at the same time. It didn't work, obviously, and all it did was pull a broken groan from his throat.
And he wasn't completely oblivious to their position, how utterly mind-blowing it was to have Peter Pan on his knees. And it would be a lie to say he hadn't thought of it, maybe once, maybe twice. Shameful, yes-- but there were a lot of things he couldn't control when it came down to Pan.
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Peter moved slowly, hoping to savor the moment as long as possible- the soft arch of Jas' hips, the way his body rolled forward and one hand lifted to steady the man's side. "Mmn" He hummed softly, hand sliding lower to wrap around the base of his length as fingernails on his hip bit into tender flesh. So much of this was about marking- unspoken declarations of who belonged to whom, places that no one else would ever be allowed to touch.
Hi tongue worked it's way from base to lip, sucking slowly as his palm squeezed in time, throat relaxing before the once-boy took him in further, devouring him inch by inch.
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Stars in heaven, but the man was sensuality wrapped up in golden skin and fair hair. He shifted, squirming into the bite of nails, greedy for the gentle pain they gave in tandem to the slowburn heat of Peter's tongue. And then deeper-- He choked on his gasp, body jerking in surprise with the jolt of arousal that shot from groin to mind. "Hah--"
He shifted, bracing his legs wider to fight the weakness in his knees, to get closer. Fingers flexed, tight in his hair before forcibly relaxing, carding through the silken curls and down around his ear.
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The shift in his weight nearly made him smile, a contented smirk he would more than gladly entertain were his mouth not...otherwise occupied. Those same nails pushed in further before dragging down his thigh- and Peter had to wonder at this strange twist of pain and pleasure he couldn't help but love to inflict. The tightening of the grip in his hair earned a small sound in return, and the boy nearly purred in delight. Instead he quickened the pace, teeth grazing over his length as he hummed softly, wicked amusement glinting in his eyes.
If nothing else- that twist would make things more interesting; and he swallowed slowly, throat constricting torturously.
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There was no way he could have even tried to stop the low moan from falling from his lips with the drag of nails-- he could feel the mark they left behind-- and the humming that sent vibrations straight down his shaft and into his core. But then teeth-- and then he swallowed--
"A-hn... H-Hell--" His hips rolled forward, he couldn't help it, and he grimaced with need. Moaning low again his chin dropped, dark eyes opening to gaze down at the man-- and his breath hitched. Fingers traced along his cheekbone, stopped to cradle at his chin, thumb at the corner of Peter's mouth.
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That moan alone sent a bolt of heat straight through him, and Peter's skin prickled in response- wanting more. He pulled back slowly, lips wrapping around the tip and sucking gently- tongue swirling around the head in lazy circles before tracing the slit. Cheeks were flushed and green eyes glinted, almost brighter than their usual glow as they sought out forget-me-nots. Yes, it wasn't a moment that was likely to happen often, and though part of him gloried in at last kneeling at the man's feet- a much stronger pull urged him ownwards- and Peter listened.
The man pulled back slowly, leaning back on his kneels to stand once more, half-clothed body pressed firmly to bare skin as he stood eye to eye with the pirate- bemused, mischievious grin ever in place before it became a smirk, and Peter raised a hand before pushing a single finger into the man's mouth.
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He writhed, snake-like, uncontrollably, against the wall, up into Peter's hands and mouth, and when his length slid completely from the other's mouth, he couldn't stop the groan of loss from escaping. God, he was beautiful, and Jas' hand stroked from neck, over shoulder, down torso before curling at his hip and squeezing, greedy. But then those jade eyes were so close, that warm body tight agains this own and--
A forefinger in his mouth. Heat crashed around his shoulders and he arched off the wall, mouth relaxing against those fingers. Right arm-- naked-- came to rest at his waist, and tightened against him. And not once did forget-me-nots wander from green, heated and dark and silently begging for more.
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The groan escaped without protest, eyes falling half-mast at the sound and as he'd done so many times as a boy, Peter bit at his bottom lip roughly. He was impatient, god he was impatient and the heat pooling in his stomach demanded release as he let outthe breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Still half-dressed and the man's jaw clenched, pants feeling entirely too tight as he growled- voice low against the pirate's ear; "Undress me."
A command, not a question, and Peter was beyond courtesies now. One finger was soon joined by a second, then a third, as his knee pushed forward to part smooth thighs once more.
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The order wasn't met with any resistance, and gods, if for once since losing his hand he didn't wish for it back. This would be so. much. easier-- but it didn't stop him. The voice against his ear forced his eyes closed, body arching off the wall, willingly spreading his thighs to push against the firm cloth-covered leg. Another low sound erupted, uncontrolled, from his throat, and thank god he had years of practice, because those pants were open and undone and being pushed at frantically in record timing.
"Hnng," The sound came out around Peter’s hand, the pirate closing his eyes, tongue flexing against him, tasting sunshine and dirt and... and power.
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Lips parted at the sound, breath hitching as he pulled away, kicking the trousers away before closing the distance between them once more- skin against warm skin and Peter nearly sighed at the contact. Was there any doubt left about how perfectly natural it all was? That this was the way they had always been meant to fit?
His fingers pulled away abruptly, replaced by his mouth, and a soft but insistant tongue- demanding access and kissing with bruising force as fingers reached down, a single digit pressing at his entrance before pushing in.
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Breath hitched when he was met with his own height in warm, tanned flesh, good hand coming to clutch at his shoulder blade, holding on as if for dear life. Hades-- need. Thats what it was, but not just the hot need of lust-- though that definitely played a factor in the situation. Just this man, the way he tasted, the way he could play Jas like the harpsichord the man had back on the Jolly Roger.
Fingernails dug in, Jas opening hungrily to the kiss, sliding tongue along tongue-- but then he abruptly gasped. A sharp intake of breath, his entire body freezing up before forcibly relaxing with a single thought, and Jas whimpered into his mouth with a helpless greed nobody was allowed to see.
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Green eyes fell shut at the sound, savoring it, as through trying to memorize each detail. Each gasp and cry and moan, and Peter nudged back, mouth trailing a mixture of heated kisses and soft bites from the man's jaw to his neck, hips rolling forward impatiently and his other hand fisted in dark curls- pulling back hard for better access. For room to kiss every inch of the pirate's throat as a second finger pushed inside; hesitating just long enough to get familiar with the feeling before they moved- stretching and pulling and pushing- and he didn't bother to smother the all but possessive growl that left his lips.
Jas Hook was his now, his and no one elses.
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His heart stuttered, shortened breath and Peter was everywhere, all over him, inside, outside-- His head fell back limply with the harsh tug of hair, but with it he let loose a cry of need. Gripping tight he pushed forward into the wave of Peter's hips, then back-- harder-- onto the press of fingers between his legs.
And then he growled and Jas fell apart. He moaned, heavily, writhing against the wall and grappling for the other man, insatiable. "G-God... Peter... I w-ant-- I need--"
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They weren't done- he knew, somewhere, back in conscious thought that wasn't clouded with want and lust and need and possession. He needed to be patient, to finish preparing him if only to make sure it wouldn't hurt like hell but gods, the sight of him made his knees weak and heat rushed like liquid fire through his veins- hot and impatient and demanding. Soft, wet mouth with parted lips, wanton cry, body arched and begging to be touched...mine- now; and the last thread of tightly wound self-control- snapped.
Fingers pulled out and moved instead to wrap around his own cock, steading himself at the man's entrance and stealing once last look at his face before pushing in- slow and unforgiving, until he was buried to the hilt, jaw clenched and brows drawn as Peter struggled to control his breathing.
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Now, now, now gods YES, and fuck did it hurt. Slow and unforgiving and he was positive that, even between the pair of them, there wouldn't be enough slide for it to work without pain. But that thrilled him, right to the core and he arched up hard, leg slung over his hip, hand tight into his shoulder, right arm bracing back against the wall.
And he suddenly exhaled hard, an explosive rush of breath he hadn't realized he was holding, it ending pitched downwards into a deep, intimate growl. The words curled like honey, like molasses, from his mouth, wanton and addicted: "Peter...yes--'"
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Jaw unclenched slowly, through force of will as he exhaled shakily, feeling more alive than he could ever recall. Every nerve, every fiber of his being alive and electric and the growled moan of his name curled a tendril of desire low in his belly. One arm pressed up, bent next to the man's head and skin dragged along the wall's stony surface for support. "Fuck-" he breathed, nearly a gasp as his hips rolled forward a fraction, moan falling from his lips easily- lost inside the sensation. "Fuck, Jas- so..."
The words died on his lips and he withdrew slowly, almost entirely out, before slamming his hips forward once more- knocking the man back against the wall. "Nnnh...so tight-"
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And bloody hell he moved so slowly, that withdraw, almost entirely unsheathed, and Jas strained, holding his silence almost perfectly-- until Peter drove home again. His mouth fell open, crying out, back grinding against the rough of the wall, scraping scars and skin. Black curls caught on the rough edges as his crown hit stone, spine arching.
"Ah-ah-- Again," He groaned, and couldn't understand, exactly, why he was so willing to beg. Shaking and squirming agianst Peter, all he could think was that he wanted wanted wanted-- all of him. He would do anything to keep him-- even crawl.
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It was all the go ahead he needed- and Peter repeated the action, hips rolling forward with a groan until he could go no further. It was more than possession, it was merging. The way two things were meant to be and gods why had they waited so long? If Jas Hook had truly believed he'd been waiting for Wendy, he was a damned fool. There was no girl he could press up against a wall- no girl he could rip and tear and bite and make mewl with pleasure- not the way Jas himself did, and Peter was intoxicated by it.
Calloused hand reached up to wrap around the man's neglected cock, squeezing and stroking slowly, thumbnail grazing the lip just enough to tease as he slammed back inside with a groan.
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Jas was inarticulate with desire, rising with each. and. every. thrust. as if he were trying to climb the wall, or climb into Peter's skin. Right arm around his shoulder, the left clawed at him, ripping shoulder, back, bicep, and then repeating the process because he just couldn't keep still. Eyes closed tightly his head pressed back, chin lifting with each push, up-down-up-down-- his throat long and exposed and god, wasn't it dangerous, vulnerable like this and he didn't care.
He moaned, long, low, and forced both forget-me-nots open, dazed and clouded with passion. His hand closed on the back of Peter's neck, as if it might get his attention, because he wanted those eyes on him, all the time, wanted all of his attention: "A-Ah-- I--"
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It was a steady pull, in and out- pace quickened and nearly fervernt- desperate and wanting and Peter cried out openly as nails clawed at him, murmuring against the man's mouth for more; more long dark welts he'd see come morning. To push harder, and faster, and it wasn't enough because Jas was so tight and so hot and they were so, so close he could almost- "Nngh fuck-" He groaned, eyes sliding open at the feel of fingers on the nape of his neck- green meeting blue and Peter drove home with new resolve, hand quickening it's pace as it stroked faster, squeezed firmer, and the other reached up to splay across Jas's throat. Long fingers wrapped around his neck, squeezing just enough to halt his breathing, 2 seconds, 3- "Scream for me Jas-" and he let go with a smirk. Power and control and never once did his eyes stray from blue.
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Jas' breath was coming in gasps, harsh and uncontrolled, and Peter didn't even need to speak against his mouth and ask for those claw-marks because he just. kept. gripping. Marking him. Claiming him even though Peter was the only driving home over and over and god, yes, his body didn't belong to anyone else ever again.
And then a hand-- those fingers, curled across his windpipe and Peter could kill him right there but what a way to go-- his breath was going. Going, slowing being choked away and all he could see was jade eyes and fair hair and Peter-- Peter-- beautiful Peter with his sideways remarks and sly sarcasm and he was the only one that had never gone away and-- fuck. Fuck. He was so, so, in love with him--
That hand released and he followed the order, he strained and gasped and immediately after let loose a howl of pained desire, inarticulate at first, unfolding into half-coherent words: you, love, need, yes, yes, peter, god, yes--
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Eyes very nearly fell shut again, and knees felt weak at the sound- the strained scream and gasps of words Peter could begin to unravel but it didn't matter because he kissed him again- full and rough and demanding before tearing away to catch a breath. Once more he arched into those claws, hungry for them as he bit at swollen lips, taking what he wanted.
The moan passed like a shudder though him and Peter's head fell forward to rest against Jas' own, words a breathy mantra "Nngh Jas, so tight- so close--" And still he pressed on, all the while stroking steadily, firm, breath hitching each time that slender back arched to meet his thrusts. "Want you- now; mine"
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He gasped, almost sobbing into that hungry mouth, pulling and pushing and arching and trying to kiss and breath at the same time and he could multitask but even that was almost too much. Jas grappled, gripped, pushed, thighs squeezing and pushing, driving down to meet each piston of his hips to get. him. deeper.
"You-- nngh—HA-- I n-need--" He cringed, winced, squirmed and tried to get closer, ever closer because he could feel it coming, building under his skin, fueled by Peter's sunlight inside of him-- "Yours-- god, yes Peter a-ahn-- Mine-- I want h-hate, l-love all of-- AH-- all of you pleasePLEASE--"
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Face flushed, body trembling- no, no one would ever have his captain the same way. He'd kill them first because it would be Peter alone, only him that would ever be important enough, worthy enough-
Building so tight, so tightly coiled and it was all he could do to hang on, strangled cry pulling from his throat- pressing harder, further, deeper to be so close... Breaths were rough and ragged, and the fingers around his throat squeezed once more- gloring in the power, the raw, unchallenged dominance and he growled against the other's mouth before finally releasing his grip. "Let go Jas-"
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The hand on his throat again, and it had been a long time, a long time since Jas had let anyone close enough to see this side of him, submissive, craving to be claimed and held and wanted. Dark lashes fluttered, asphyxiation, his breathing shallow and Peter could kill him, he could, and all it did was send another surge of primal heat straight into the pirate's gut. Writhing, pressing, pulling to keep all that heated skin against his own and he was never. ever. going to let go now. He wasn't before, but now--
Nobody was allowed to have him this way. He would kill them first. Peter was his and his alone, birds be damned. He always had been, he always would be, and he didn't want to share. His hate, his love, his joy, his anger-- it was Jas'. His. Just like everything of his own was Peter's--
"Peter-- Peter--" His name was a mantra, climbing in volume, desperate, mouth open and panting against Peter's mouth and god-- let go-- he couldn't, without that hand on his throat, and he scratched down his arm, for his wrist, tugging to bring it back up-- "H-Hell-- Please--"
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The fog cleared momentarily at the touch on his hair- insistant and pleading, and that wicked grin spread across his lips- slow and triumphant. Their coupling would never be of the tender variety, because it was something alien to them both. No room for it between heated kisses and battles for dominance, moments of quiet and peace and calm set aside for nights layed out where they couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Yes, yes- his mind quipped, and roughened sunkissed fingers tightened once more against his throat- hard and demanding; the way it was always meant to be. Because Jas wanted it as badly as Peter himself- dependent on the pain and possession tingling at the edge of consciousness; the only way to be certain of where they stood- where one stood and the other knelt.
Wanton moan, low and dangerous as he stole the breath for the pirate's throat, slamming forward once more.
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There it was-- and he knew for how tight Peter held that there would be a soft purple mark around his throat, another mark, another claim, and he tried to inhale-- only to find the way blocked, as he had expected-- hoped. Forget-me-nots rolled lashes fluttering as his eyes fell shut, mouth bruised and slack, gasping for air that wasn't there. He was suffocating, suffocating and Peter pushed so deep--
His climax didn't roll, it crashed, hammering across his shoulders and forcing his back-- almost his entire torso but for shoulders-- off of the wall. A thunderclap of passion, near-useless right arm coiled around the back of Peter's neck, nails digging tight just to the side of his spine. He might have screamed, but for the lack of oxygen, and so he wailed internally, overwhelmed with pleasurepainhotlove-- and briefly, his vision blacked out, mind short-circuiting as, for but a moment, he lost conciousness.
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He gripped tightly- fingers clenched a fraction longer than necessary as everything suddenly tightened around him. The entire scope of his world narrowed, focused only on that burning heat, that all consuming need pulsing and throbbing and god- he screamed as it came down around it, climax shooting straight through him and Peter trembled at the collision before at last releasing his hold.
Breaths rough and shaky, desperate as he fought to stay still, arms falling to wrap protectively around the pirate's waist- supporting him even as his own body struggled to recover.
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Peter's grip shifted and Jas slumped, limp, against him, forehead falling to his shoulder, the tight of his grip easing as the black held him captive. It took perhaps a moment longer then it should have, but he inhaled on a cough, shaking, and stirred, drawn back from darkness by the light of the man that held him up between body and wall. Another gasp, a hiss of breath, cheek rubbing up the side of Peter's neck, the side of his face.
"I want... to keep you forever," He sighed, an airy whisper against his ear, half delirious, holding on weakly as his body fought to regain its bearings, fought to return oxygen where it had before been denied. "Hate-- Care-- It... does not matter. As long as you stay."
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Such a sweet admission- words Peter truly never expected to hear and the boy-man chuckled softly, a gentle sigh and one hand reached up to stroke the smooth skin of his cheek. Oh he knew this request- had heard it a handful of times, to ask that he stay- that he deny what it was in his very nature to do and petal soft lips grazed his ear affectionately. How many times before had he been asked to stay? He didn't know, the same way he couldn't remember when he'd stopped believing it.
To stay was to be known, to be known meant comfort and eventual boredom- after all, a bird in a cage was not nearly as interesting as a bird on the wind. Besides- forever was such a dreadfully long time. Jas Hook was sure to mind infinitely more amusing prey once Peter had decided to land; no. It could never be done. To be forgotten again...he would rather leave than risk such a thing. A tender smile lingered on his mouth as he pulled out slowly.
The end, then.
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He was exhausted, too exhausted to fight, and his hand flexed against Peter's skin when he withdrew. But why did that hurt so much more then anything they had done thus far? A loss, one he had felt before-- but so much worse. He needed this golden creature, needed him like he needed the air to breath and yet-- and yet--
In the end, Jas knew he was still a bird. Still wild, and no matter what stability might be offered, how wide he left the window open-- he was only temporary. This was only temporary. And true to form, Peter would leave someday, fly away in search of something more-- and Jas would die. Then the story would be over, and as all stories end, the hero would triumph over the villian, looking for new adventures, old ones forgotten.
His legs nearly gave out when he righted again, and though he knew Peter would pull away as soon as possible-- mustn't be touched-- he held on a moment, forehead to his shoulder, and swallowed against the tightness in his throat.
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Peter could sense the man giving way before he actually did, and while instinct screamed to set him down and go- to get out and far and away before everything got so much worse- before the pirate tried to teather him to the ground.... He pushed forward, catching the man's weight and cradling him protectively against his body. They were tired, more worn than any of their past battles had ever given cause and part of him wondered at the peculiar weight in his chest- the weight he'd always carried and never tried hard enough to sort through.
Warm hands stroked his back tenderly, tracing idle designs over abused skin and lingering on scars as he sank down- lowering them both to the floor and gathering Jas into his arms. Rest- rest- and protect this man from daylight- and he pressed the lightest of kisses to Jas' forehead.
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He was surprised, if mildly-- too tired for anything drastic-- when Peter gathered him in, and it even had him heavily lifting his head. But, Hades, he wasn't going to fight it, wasn't going to question it if the once-boy would stay for only a little while. The floor was chill, but Peter was heat, and though he wasn't used to it-- he craved it, that warmth. Jas turned into him, like a cat stretching in sunlight, palm smoothing over his ribs to rest on his back.
His hair fell in waves across abused shoulders, bruised neck, over Peter's arm, and Jas lifted his face, slow and lethargic, to rest his mouth against Peter's jaw. But there he stopped, exhaling, tangled up in golden skin, thinking endings-beginnings-Peter-- and the other's name fell as an exhale against his skin as he finally, finally stilled in the circle of his embrace.
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Eyes fell shut at that- tenderness he was entirely unused to, soft touches he'd pushed so violently against for so long and just this once...just this one time Peter let his shoulders relax to marvel at the feeling. To be cared for- the most potent aphrodisiac he had the misfortune to stumble across. One arm stayed protectively around a slender waist, as though his presence alone might preserve the moment, slow time to a halt and just let the two of them rest, finally finally, safe. Wanted.
Long fingers lost themselves in smooth black curls and he sighed at the beauty of it, leaning into each and every touch as though he may never have them again. "Rest now Jas-" The words were breathed, an intimate whisper that had perhaps been saved for his ears alone. "I'll be here when you wake."