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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 46 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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“Alex?”
Christine had woken up a few minutes before Alex did, and she gazed on at his slumbering face. Those dark eyelashes contrasted with the milky soft skin of his face; she realized that they had returned to the safety of the cabin.
The whole room felt as cold as the outside there, the barren landscape devoid of life, outside of the orchard at the very bottom of the hill. She genuinely hoped that the apples remained intact down there, the kiss of the apples of sin.
He rolled his head over the top of the pillow, and the tip of his nose remained right before her face. He had that nice, slightly full tip to his nose, as if he was made for a kiss there. She licked her lips, and she knew that she needed a little drink of water at some point that morning; and all the while, her eyes caressed over the full shape of his face.
Her lips, on the side of his face, for the sweetest kiss he could ever ask for. Just a boy, with the pain in his head and on his head as well, as her eyes swept over the gray streak over the right side of his forehead. Given he had rolled his head over to the right, she only caught a view of his roots there. He tilted his head a bit more, and a soft little groan emerged from the back of his throat, and yet he never woke up for a second.
The feeling of those lips, and that body against her own. Such beauty. Such gentle beauty, especially since his face was soft and placid. The way that his black hair sprawled down the side of his face and neck, and down onto his collar bone as well as the edge of his shoulder only softened him.
Such beauty, and such sensuality as well: she knew that when he opened his eyes, he would gaze up at her with that pillow next to his face, and his neck with such a nice curve carved into the side. She looked down at his body under the covers, and she realized that he was laying on his side part of the way, so his body had such a gentle curve to it.
Christine raised up the sheet and the blanket a bit to view his delicate little body there next to her. His hands extended out before his crotch, and his forearms rested upon his hipbones, so his slim belly had the slightest curve to it. Then she realized he was naked: his left hip rose from the top of the mattress, so his body had that little accentuated curve in the middle.
He had slid his knees against each other to show off the thick shape of his thighs. His lanky arms, so relaxed, and so sinewy: he had this web of veins right near his elbows which in turn formed a slight snake of veins down his forearms. They seemed so light and soft, so smooth to go along so well with his skin, and along with the rest of his body, especially with the middle there.
His body was beautiful, slender and slim, and he lay upon the mattress as if he had fallen right out of the lower branches of a weeping willow tree.
He rolled his head back towards the left side of the pillow, and that showed off his gray streak to her. His hands slid up his genitals, onto his hips and then his waist.
How she wished to kiss him there, to kiss him on the waist only to follow it up with a kiss on the side of his shaft and then the inside of his thighs.
She could surprise him with the feeling, but then again, she had another idea, especially when she knew that she was feeling rather warm, and she realized that she was naked herself, naked aside from the little pair of silk panties she had kept on from the night before, right there right next to him. She licked her lips as she gently laid the covers back down on top of them.
Alex groaned in his throat again, and he still never woke up.
She figured she would surprise him in another way.
She slithered her fingers down the front of her panties, down to the hood. Her fingertips brushed over the rim, and she closed her eyes. She pictured his little body pressed up against her, in all his beauty and softness. Her fingers along the curvature of his hipbones and onto that soft skin right under his waist: his fingers along the curvature of her hips and onto the soft skin of her belly. Her breasts pressed up against the deepest part of his chest.
The feeling rose rather quickly inside of her, and she opened her eyes again. She lifted the blankets off her body for another look at his body again.
She let out a low whistle as her fingertip brushed against that little nub of nerves for a quick burst up inside of her. All by the power of her hand, but she knew that she could rise even higher with a little help of some sort.
Alex then opened his eyes, and he gazed at her with the rouse of sleep all around him. Those blue irises seemed as big and bright as ever, and those lips as lush and red as the ripest cherries from the tree branch. He parted his lips at the sight of her, as if he was about to caress the side of her face or the surface of her own lips with his own. He tucked his head further down into the top of the pillow, and he showed off the prominent shape of his Adam’s apple to her. Christine let out a low whistle at the sight of him: they locked eyes with one another.
“What are you doing?” he asked her in a broken voice.
“Have a look,” she told him, also in a broken voice. He lifted his head and dropped his gaze down to her legs and her waist, and all the while, he raised his eyebrows. He mouthed the words “oh my god” when he saw her hand down her panties.
“Do you still have it?” he asked her.
“Have what?”
“That little dildo?”
“I don’t know.” Christine took her hand out, and she glanced over at the nightstand right behind her back. Indeed, there was that black box on the surface, right underneath the lamp.
She took the box off and she held it up above her face, given the bottom dropped rather low over her head and her chest. She sat up, and she rested the box upon her lap, and she took off the lid. That seafoam green silicone dildo rested at the very top of the little stash.
“Is that ring still in there?” he asked her with a clearing of his throat. Upon the rope at the very bottom was that little cock ring; she handed it over to him while she took the dildo for herself. When she put the box back on the nightstand, she slid back down under the covers, but that time on her back. She held onto the dildo with one hand, albeit over the covers. Alex held the ring in between his index finger and his thumb, as if he held the key to all answers in the universe in his hand.
He rolled his head over the top of the pillow once again.
“Do that again,” he whispered to her.
Christine relaxed there in bed next to him, and then she clicked the dildo on at the lowest setting.
“Let me see your gorgeous body again,” she commanded, and he lifted the blankets off their bodies with his free hand, all for her eyes. She examined the way that the veins in his arms seemed a bit more prominent now that he lifted the blankets off their bodies for her to look. She thought about the way that his arms looked whenever he played guitar, and moreover, when he launched into a solo. Those muscles, so sinewy and sleek and yet so strong. He had the power, the strength. It was all so understated and yet she couldn’t ask for more, especially with the slender, gorgeous way that his body looked to her.
She opened her legs, and she slid the tip of the dildo under her hood, right up against that small nub of nerves.
Her hips writhed at the incessant vibrating.
She locked eyes with him again, and that time, she bumped it up another level.
Those baby blues. Those lips. Everything.
She reached the highest level, and she gasped at the feeling. She breathed harder and harder, and she never let go of her gaze at him all the while, as well. She made herself cum as hard as she had ever done before.
Christine let out a low moan from the feeling of having reached the climax with impressive speed: when she took the dildo out to catch her breath, she locked eyes with him again.
“Want me to cum three times?” she asked him.
“Please,” he replied.
She slid the dildo back in underneath the hood, still at that high speed, and she never moved her gaze away from him as she reached the top a third time. He let out a low whistle as he watched her every step of the way.
“Phew, that’s incredible,” he remarked, and she let out a soft moan from the deepest part of herself. Alex showed her the tip of his tongue in response, and she flashed a look of hooded eyes and a slight wave of the dildo towards him.
“You bad boy,” she teased him in a husky whisper. “You bad, bad boy—oh, I should get you for that.”
“How will you do that?” he asked her; he brought his voice down to the softest whisper yet, as if he had breathed out the words instead of whispering them out from those cherry lips.
She showed him the tip of her tongue as well, and then she took a glimpse down to his hands, still rested upon his stomach, and she noticed that he had held onto that cock ring the whole entire time she masturbated before him.
“Let me take a look at this,” she teased him, and she swiped it right from his fingers. She held it up before her face: indeed, it was a bit small for the width of his head, but she had seen him put it on, however.
“I want—” he whispered, and he knitted his eyebrows at her as if he was absolutely desperate. A boy made of wounds and scars, and yet it was nothing more than snakeskin. Underneath the layer of pain and agony was the deep feeling of desire.
“Put it on,” she told him.
She handed him the ring, and he held it right before his face to make it look as though he was peering through a spyglass. He parted his lips and let out a soft whistle.
And then he reached down, and he slid the ring over his head. He closed his eyes as he clicked it on the first setting with his index finger.
“Look at me, Alex,” she commanded. He kept his eyes closed even at the lowest setting. “Look at me.”
He parted his lips and showed her his front teeth, but he never opened his eyes for her.
“Look at me, you bad—bad boy,” she commanded again, and that time, she moved her face closer to his. “Open your eyes.”
A soft click and she knew that he had bumped it up to the next level. His chest heaved a bit from the rising orgasm on his part.
“Alex... open your eyes,” she whispered right into his ear.
Another soft click. That time, he opened his eyes, and he locked eyes with hers. He lowered his gaze to her bare breasts and her belly, right there right next to him, and those blue irises seemed to clear up at the mere sight of her.
He treated her to a gentle moan, and a long low pleasured groan, and she knew that he had cum for her, even without the touch of her fingers on their own.
He took the ring off his head, and he turned his head towards her, still with his lips parted and his eyes hooded.
“Touch me,” he whispered to her, and she caressed the side of his neck. She pressed her lips onto his own for a sweet good morning at the end of their little session.
“Shall we go have breakfast?” she offered him in a breathy whisper.
“Please. You look so hot.”
“So do you.”
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