dreaming of angelic hands by cyprith

Erik let his hands roam. Those golden eyes were locked in his mind, seductive and longing. There was lust in those orbs. Erik closed his own eyes and his hands continued in their path.

The loose shirt was opened further. Agile fingers circled around a peaked nub, stroking and twisting. A soft cry fled his lips. In his mind it was Raoul he saw, the young man’s lips parted as he stared down at the writhing man beneath him.

The hands moved lower, trailing over a flat stomach and down into the divot between hip and thigh. He pushed down the edge of his pants and the hands drifted lower still. One began to stroke the head, as gentle as a lover’s lips, the other curled around the base. Erik moaned softly, lips parted, his breath coming in short gasps. Soon he was flying, Raoul’s name hanging in the air as his body arched.

He lay there panting for a long moment before pushing off the bed, Raoul’s eyes still in his mind.