New Century Dawn: Eros

Setting: Between posts 1703 and 1704 on page 114 of New Century Dawn Volume II.
Characters: Edward and Shawn, Marineangemon
Themes: Oral, Food play

Edward was sitting on the bed, waiting. The bowl of fruit and creme was positioned between his legs, where it simply waited to be put to use. He watched Shawn as the boy fought with himself about whether or not to come over. It was clear that he was uncertain. He was about to say more, to attempt again to convince him, but then Shawn began to approach. It was a slow approach, but it was better than nothing.

Shawn sat down beside Edward wordlessly. The two exchanged looks. "You're so nervous," Edward laughed, extending a hand to place on Shawn's shoulder. "Relax. We won't do anything painful."

Shawn frowned a little. That sentence worried him even more. "Ed, I don't want to--"

"Nonsense," Edward interrupted quickly. "Of course you do. You're just nervous. Like I said, you need to relax. Do that and you'll be fine." He squeezed Shawn's shoulder in what was meant to be a reassuring way.

Shawn sighed a little, "What do you want me to do?"

"Lay down, on your back," Edward instructed. He took the bowl up in his hands and got to his knees so that Shawn would have more room to spread out.

Albeit uneasily, Shawn did what he was told. He slid to the center of the bed and lay back, extending his legs forward sot hat he was laying comfortably. Edward put the bowl down to their right and then slid up between Shawn's legs, leaning forward so that they were toughing chest to chest.

Then he lowered his face to Shawn's and pressed his lips to his. A shiver ran through his body at the contact, especially when Shawn returned it. He wrapped his left arm around his neck and went in for more. This one lasted longer and had more involvement on Shawn's part.

Smiling, Edward pulled back and dipped his fingers into the bowl of fruit. Shawn watched at he rose his hand up and pressed the creme against his lips. It was full and sweet. And soon it was gone. The two of them cleaned it away with another kiss.

Edward unwrapped his arm from Shawn, leaned back a little, and began to tug at his Shirt.

"What are you doing?" Shawn's voice sounded just a little panicked.

"Take it off," Edward grinned.

"But--"

"Just take it off you little wuss. I won't bite. Just lick."

Shawn grit his teeth. Yeah right. You think I believe that? Damn it, Ed... You're lucky I love you... Slowly, tentatively, he began to pull of his shirt--glaring all the while, of course.

Edward smirked with anticipation. Soon as the shirt was gone, he took his fingers and scooped out a large portion of the creme. He wasted little time in smearing it across Shawn's bare chest, rubbing it in gently and with great care.

Shawn twitched beneath Edward's hands. It was a strange feeling to have someone grope around him like that. It wasn't something anyone had every done before. He wanted to like it, to enjoy the thrills that were going through his body, but at the same time he was unsure if he wanted to go that far.

He didn't have much of a choice though. Edward was eager--probably too much so--and had already gone to work cleaning the mess that he'd made. He started up at the top of his chest, pressing his tongue against his flesh and removing a line of the creme. The taste of sugar and the salty taste of skin made for a bittersweet treat, one which Edward went back for again and again, quickly washing away the top portion of Shawn's body and leaving behind a trail of spittle.

Edward looked up into Shawn's eyes. He saw that they were wide and that he had the strangest expression on his face. And of course, his face was beat red. But why? All he'd done is make a mess and clean it up. Was he really that embarrassed?

Edward began to descend to start on the second half of Shawn's torso, down by his ribs and abdomen. His eyes flickered downward, just for a moment, to see if what he was thinking might be true. He smirked. There was a bulge in his pants.

He ignored it--for now--and began to lick the creme away with greater vigor, this time rubbing at Shawn's chest with his hands as he did so. Shawn had closed his eyes while he did this, trying to focus on something else, trying not to think about what was happening to him.

Edward took this opportunity to slowly cease the massages with his right hand and begin to snake it down lower and lower, carefully slipping his fingers into the band of Shawn's pants and sliding his hand down, down, ready to wrap around and caress the boy's manhood. Within a few seconds he'd made contact. His hands cupped Shawn's scrotum and squeezed gently, his fingers moving in a small, circular motion to promote stimulation.

He was a fool for not paying attention. While he was busying himself, Shawn's eyes had snapped open. He sat up a little and stared at Edward, at first not quite believing what was happening. For a few moments he was stunned, frozen by the foreign pang that was coursing through his groin. But then he regained his bearings and quickly put a stop to the behavior.

He grabbed Edward roughly and forced him to sit up, then punched him quickly and hard in the first place that was available: the side of Edward's jaw.

Edward was completely caught off guard. As far as he was concerned, he hadn't done anything wrong. Being grabbed like that had been jarring enough, and being punched was ten times worse. For the second time that day his jaw coursed with pain.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Edward demanded, rubbing his face gingerly. "Good God, you're crazy, aren't you! I try to do something nice for you and you haul off and hit me!"

"I'm crazy?" Shawn growled. "You're the one who can't keep his hands to himself!"

Edward just stared at him. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious," Shawn said, blushing more deeply. "You didn't even ask if you could... you know..."

"I told you I was going to reward you," Edward grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I warned you. You should have known what I wanted to do."

Shawn wanted to say something in return, but to be honest, he had no idea what Edward was going to do. He knew little in the ways of sex, and all he knew about activities between two guys was intercourse. "All I know is that I don't want you down there."

Edward sighed, leaning forward and giving Shawn a gentle kiss, one which was not returned. "Shawn, it won't hurt. I promise. And I know what I'm doing. Really, I do. You won't have to do a thing. Just lay there and enjoy... And you will enjoy it, if you give it a chance."

"I really don't want to."

"Why? What are you afraid of? We're together, aren't we? I mean, we are in love... Do you not trust me? You think I'd hurt you?"

"No, it's not that... It's just..."

"Look, let me try, okay?" Edward pressed. "Let's give it a shot, and if you don't like it... I'll stop. Does that sound good? I promise."

He leaned in for another kiss, once more lowering his hand down to the spot between Shawn's leg. This time he let it hover there, and waited for permission.

Shawn returned the kiss and leaned back on the bed. It didn't seem like he had much of a choice. He felt cornered, but at the same time he didn't want to deny something which Edward so desperately wanted. He was definitely nervous, and he sort of felt like if he went through with it, there would be no going back.

But did he even want to go back? He'd agreed to be with Edward. Edward was his life now. Edward was also a little obsessed with bodily pleasures. If he was going to be with him, he'd have to get used to it some time. He breathed in slowly, then, exhaling, "Alright, alright... do it. Do what you want."

Edward kissed him again, then ceased the games and outright pulled down the front of Shawn's pants. Once he was sure they were out of the way, he grasped onto his boxer and slowly lowered the front so that at last the bulge was free to extend without containment.

He continued to kiss his partner while he ran his hand along the freed shaft. He was slow and gentle, careful to not move so fast that he would make Shawn want to stop. When he felt that he was ready, he lowered himself down and pushed his lower body back so that his head was level with Shawn's netherregion.

"This," Edward muttered, giving Shawn's shaft a tap light, "is proof that you want this. You're body is excited. You are anticipating being pleasured." He grasped onto Shawn's waist and pulled himself forward a little. "Just tell me if anything bothers you. I don't anticipate any problems though. Ready?"

Shawn smiled weakly, looking down his stomach at both Edward and his awkward appendage, "Yeah... sure. Ready as I'll ever be."

Smiling, Edward reached forward and kissed the head of Shawn's penis. Then, putting a hand beneath the shaft for support, he drew it into his mouth. He could feel Shawn's body convulsing a little as he wrapped his tongue around the tip and began to slide it about in circular motions. He wondered if Shawn had any idea that he was tantalizing the most sensitive part of his body.

Shawn had his eyes closed. He didn't want to watch what was going on. The involuntary jerks of his muscles as Edward worked his magic was enough to tell him what was happening. All he wanted to focus on were the sensations. He knew what it was that Edward was doing to him, but it wasn't something he ever though he'd be doing. He was always told that it was evil and unnatural. He never thought that something so wrong could feel so good.

And he couldn't deny that it felt good. The excitement he felt when Edward kissed him or rubbed him with his hands was nothing compared to this. Each movement of Edward's tongue, each gentle suckling motion was like a jolt of electricity spreading through his body, through his bones, up his spine. And the sensations were only becoming more intense as Edward went along, pushing himself deeper and deeper up onto his shaft.

He was only beginning to become aware of how hard he was breathing. His breaths were short and ragged, and heavy, like he was drowning. But it wasn't an alarming sensation though. It felt strangely natural.

Now Edward had no where else to go. He was pressed up against Shawn so that his nose and chin rested at the base of his abdomen and scrotum and was buried into the faint hair coating the area. Shawn couldn't keep himself from letting little moans and groans escape through his teeth as Edward continued to work his mouth and pull in and out breaths through his nose against his stomach.

Something was happening. He couldn't take it anymore. Everything from the past few minutes was building up and forming a cold, hard knot in his stomach. He shuddered a little as a pressure built up through his penis. It grew and grew until he felt like he was going to burst. His heart rate was increasing too, exponentially.

For a few moments he was worried that he might have a heart attack, but then a sudden warmth exploded through his body. He froze as his body and mind locked up while his penis began to spasm inside Edward's still mouth. There was a strange feeling, almost like he was urinating, and then there was a welcomed weariness which invaded his entire body. His breaths continued to come rapidly.

He didn't speak as Edward slowly released his penis from its prison, and he didn't speak as he got up and wiped a towel along his mouth. He just sat there, completely exhausted and at a complete loss for words.

For a few moments the two of them watched one another, Edward from where he leaned up against the wall, and Shawn where he lay incapacitated on the bed.

"Well?"

Shawn stared at him, then pulled his boxers over his organ and rolled over, "Well what?"

"Did you like it?"

Shawn's face flushed red. "It was... okay."

"You've always got to be difficult, don't you," Edward complained, yet smiling at the same time. Now, even more than before, he felt bonded to Shawn. "I love you," he said, smiling wide.

Shawn turned back to him and sat up. Seeing Edward's smile, he couldn't help but smile as well. He was about to tell him that he loved him too, but as soon as he opened up his mouth, a very unwelcome guest appeared, materializing from the ceiling.

"Love! Joy! Unity!" Marineangemon. Shawn stared at him with eyes wider than when Edward had groped him, and Edward stared at him with a look that knew clearly that this would not end well. "Look at you! Just a few days ago you hated one another, denounced my prophecy, and now, now you are together, and making love!"

"Y--you!" Shawn stammered, eyes forming a glare. "You stupid perverted fairy! Don't tell me you were--"

"Watching? But of course! It's my job you kn--"

Shawn had lobbed a pillow up at the God and smacked him right in the face. "Hey, what do you think you're--" He lobbed another one, but this time Marineangemon ducked out of the way. The pillow slammed into the wall. "You weirdo!"

"You voyeur! Get the hell out of here!"

"I'm the God of LOVE. I HAVE to watch!"

"Get out or I'll kill you! I'll make you regret your peeping eyes!"

"Woah, woah, geez!" Marineangemon ducked yet again. Shawn was running out of pillows to throw. He held the last one in his hands, a hateful expression on his face. "Alright, I'm going! Just one thing..." he waved his little paws and the rings on Edward's and Shawn's hands glowed. The stone in the center was no longer clear. It was like a prism, a rainbow of soft colors. "Congratulations!"

And then he was gone, leaving an irate Shawn in bed and a bemused Edward standing up.

"Don't get yourself worked up," Edward said, walking to him and taking his arm. "Go on, why don't you go take a shower. You could use a good washing. I'll go in when you're done." He helped Shawn stand and walked him to the bathroom. "Enjoy," he said, then went to the sink and washed his own face.

When Shawn came out again, Edward beckoned to him from the bed, which he had changed the sheets of and replaced the pillows on. Shawn sighed and went to him, allowing for Edward to wrap his arms around him. The two fell asleep against one another, having shared an exciting night of passion.