Murder, he Says

Dessert Before Dinner

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It took Cole a moment to figure out what it was that Stefan meant but when he did, his face heated anew and he nodded with a small smile that quickly shifted to a surprised expression as his ass was gripped and squeezed. He arched a little, always one to enjoy the heat and pressure of his companion bearing down upon him and smoothed his hands over a strong back slowly.

Truthfully, it made him a little nervous to think of swapping positions with the other man, to experience the rigors that he put the Pole through, but he wanted equality. He wanted to know what it was like and to let his lover experience every bit the same pleasure that he did and then some. It was the least he could do, after all, for all the wonderful and kind things Stefan did for him on a regular basis.

With that confirmation, Stefan resumed kissing Cole with doubled enthusiasm, groaning into it as he nibbled and tugged those lips. He of course enjoyed the way they’d been doing things, but he hadn’t been on the other end of it for quite some time and he was eager to give it a go now, with Cole. A few bites too Cole’s neck—the area too irresistible for Stefan to move away without making a stop there first—and Stefan pulled back, glancing around until he spotted the lotion on Cole’s side table. He climbed off of Cole and the bed, giving the man a chance to get better situated on the bed while he grabbed it. He was back a moment later, giving Cole a passionate kiss before pouring a good amount onto his hand and rubbing it over his fingers. “Ready, partner?” he asked, voice thick with the want he’d have to hold at bay long enough to prepare Cole.

(Source: stefanbkow)

Dessert Before Dinner

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Cole felt his face and ears heat just a bit under the weight and intensity of Stefan’s stare and he was actually quite grateful for the dim lighting in the room that hid the flush from the other man. He was also more than grateful when he was all but freight-trained into the bed and pressed fitfully down into the pillowtop by eager hands and even more eager hips. The weight of his lover atop him was, to put it bluntly, sublime and he couldn’t help the surprised, uninhibited moan that slid from his throat as he felt firm, hot, bare skin against his own and made a quick effort to struggle awkwardly out of his own shorts.

He immediately gasped as he felt Stefan’s arousal, already aching and insistent, press against his own rousing length and he wrapped his legs unconsciously around the other man’s hips in a thoughtless bid to keep him near, to keep that marvelous warmth. His head fell back and he let out a long, low moan as he arched upwards, enticed by the friction, and to catch his breath before returning to kissing his partner eagerly.

Stefan shuddered as he felt Cole strong legs grip him, keeping him close against the man’s bare flesh, wrapped up in the heat that radiated off of him. He kissed Cole’s neck when the man tipped his head back, his moans shooting through Stefan like lightning, and when Cole moved to kiss him again, Stefan accepted his mouth readily. He ran a hand over Cole’s thigh, feeling the change from hairy to smooth as he neared his hip, then slid it over the firm muscle of the man’s rear. “Cole, did you mean that before?” he asked between panted breaths. “That we could trade places?”

(Source: stefanbkow)

Dessert Before Dinner

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“Maybe?” He asked slowly, lips twisting in a look of skepticism, “I don’t think that’ll do. I don’t do half measures, Stefan. It’s all or nothing.”

He fell quiet as he noted the intensity of Stefan’s stare and the way his hand slipped down to unconsciously touch himself. It was such a small gesture but one that drove him wild quickly and sent his pulse spiking through the roof. He swallowed the sudden dryness from his mouth and licked his lips as he backed into the doorway to the bedroom and leaned against the frame with forced casualness.

“Audience participation, hm? You’ll have to come over here and demonstrate. Give me an idea, get me?” He grinned slightly and then backed inside, leaving his quiet invite hanging in the air.

Casual or not, Cole’s pose against the door frame was one of the most provocative things Stefan had ever seen and he followed Cole eagerly into the room, slamming the door shut behind him more for emphasis than privacy. Stefan quickly closed the space between them, kissing Cole with more hunger and enthusiasm than he’d shown the steak before pushing the man onto the bed. He didn’t bother with any sort of pacing or subtlety, dropping his shorts and peeling off his shirt before climbing on top of Cole and pressing against him, lips going straight for the wet heat of Cole’s mouth, hips moving almost on their own. “Got any ideas yet?”

(Source: stefanbkow)

Dessert Before Dinner

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Cole smirked as he was tugged closer and returned the firm kiss, arms slipping around the Pole to tug his hips closer as he considered the question with more thought that was ever necessary. But he liked teasing Stefan like that, dragging things out if only to test the other man’s patience.

“Well… I suppose I could wedge my way through with a little determination… but you have to give me proper incentive, Stefan. Nice as I am, I don’t do charity cases~” He grinned, pale eyes bright as he studied his fellow detective. He backed up slowly, then, to arm’s length and slowly plucked his shirt open to expose his chest bit by bit. He was sort of awkward at the whole act of seduction but he was improving bit by bit. While he wasn’t exactly naturally adept at it, he was a fast learner and he always paid close attention to what enticed and excited his partner, what made that spark light up in his green eyes. “That is if you’re still interested….”

Stefan did notice Cole taking his time with his answer, but he didn’t mind too much, content for the moment with the man’s kiss and embrace, though he could feel himself warming up to the idea of more. When Cole moved back, Stefan tried to move with him, but Cole kept that distance between them. Stefan was confused for a moment, but when Cole began to open his shirt he found he was certainly willing to stand back and watch, at least for now. “I might be,” he said in response to Cole’s comment about his interest, though it was clear from his half-lidded eyes and the way he chewed his lip that he was. His hand drifted to his crotch and he touched himself lightly through his shorts as he watched Cole undress. “I’m enjoying the show, but maybe it needs some audience participation.”

(Source: stefanbkow)

Dessert Before Dinner

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Cole hadn’t really expected Stefan to say anything in response - such tenderness and touchy feely emotional subjects were not exactly masculine topics for discussion - but the small, tender smile made him happy. It said that the Pole recognized the compliments for what they were and for what they meant and that was all Cole could really ask of him.

“I’m sure I’ll fit in there somehow. Big as my head is, there’s gotta be enough brain in there to figure it out. Couple that with your stubbornness and we’ll get it done.” He grinned, helping Stefan clear the table despite not being asked. It would have felt odd to stand idly by while the other man cleaned up. “Glad you came by, Stefan. Really, I am.”

“I’m glad you asked me,” Stefan said, unable to think of anywhere he’d rather be at the moment or any better way to come down from the stress of the past few weeks. They deposited the plates in the sink, the extend to which Stefan would help tonight, not a fan of doing dishes until he absolutely had to, especially when he was so through with work of any kind. He wrapped an arm around Cole’s waist and kissed him firmly. “So, are you clear to go back to the bedroom, or do we need to sit on the couch and listen to the radio until your head is back to its usual size?”

(Source: stefanbkow)

Dessert Before Dinner

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“I’m sure anything you make would be fine,” Cole said then reddened slightly at the compliments and looked down at his empty plate in something close to dubious surprise. Had he really finished his meal so quickly? He supposed in his bemused embarrassment, he hadn’t even thought about how much and how quickly he was eating but the proof was right there on his empty plate.

He sat back then as well, mirroring his partner in his gestures only instead of rubbing his stomach, he rubbed his ears, heated and flushed with color in his sheepishness. “You had better be careful there, Stefan. You inflate my ego anymore, I won’t fit through the bedroom door.” He joked, allowing himself a small but genuine grin as he finally raised his gaze to meet the Pole’s green eyes steadily. “You are, too, I hope you know. You and the girls. You’re all I think about when I’m not on a case and even sometimes then, when I least expect it, one or all of you just pop into my head unannounced.”

“If you can’t make it back into the bedroom, I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” Stefan said with a grin, enjoying watching Cole’s color change act. His own color began to change and his smile took on a softer, more affectionate quality at what Cole said next. It was a nice thing to hear, that he was included in Cole’s thoughts to such a degree. The fact that he sometimes shared headspace with Cole’s children was especially heartwarming; it gave him the idea that Cole held him closely on a more emotional level, like family, and didn’t just spend his time thinking about how good Stefan was in bed. Not that Stefan didn’t want Cole to think about their sex life when they were apart, but Cole occupied many roles in Stefan’s own mind, and it was nice to know that was mutual.

Of course, as thick as Stefan could and had been laying it on all night, that more subtle sort of tenderness wasn’t something he had a lot of experience expressing. He cleared his throat then. “Let me clear the table,” he said, standing and picking up his own plate before reaching for Cole’s. 

(Source: stefanbkow)