Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!in.100proofnews.com!in.100proofnews.com!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newshosting.com!nx01.iad01.newshosting.com!yellow.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "Aeron" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW: VOY "Unlaced" P/K [NC-17] 2/2 (posted GMT 2245) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 370 Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 23:55:08 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1104537308 209.198.142.218 (Fri, 31 Dec 2004 18:55:08 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 18:55:08 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86615 X-Received-Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 15:55:11 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Unlaced (sequel to Devil in a Red Dress) Author: Aeron Lanart Series: Voyager Part: 1/2 Rating: NC-17 Codes: P/K Disclaimer: Star Trek stuff belongs to Viacom/Paramount. Gone With the Wind Stuff belongs to someone else. I do this for fun not money! Unlaced - continued from part 1 Soft hair under his fingers, a warm weight resting on his knee, and the feeling of just having been given the most amazing gift of his life. It could only be Harry. Quiet, gentle, loyal, efficient, intense, *passionate* Harry. He continued to stroke Harry's hair, where his head lay on Tom's knee, and cracked his eyelids open to look down at him, only to have his own gaze met by the banked fire of Harry's eyes and a vaguely smug grin. The dress was a red pool of silk around Harry's knees. Tom tried to speak, failed, and settled for just beaming happily. Harry's grin became broader, and he raised his head, reaching out to brush Tom's cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with the expression on his face. "I was good then..." It wasn't quite a question but Tom gasped an answer anyway as his hand moved to cup the back of Harry's head. "Better than good." Still breathless, he leaned down to drop a kiss on Harry's forehead. "Come here, Har." Harry levered himself off the floor and perched on Tom's knee, nestling into his arms. He listened to Tom's breathing gradually slow to something approaching normal, then clambered back off his lap, smiling at Tom's faintly bemused expression. "Think you can move now?" "Just about. You should have a health warning attached..." Harry chuckled, and held out his hand. Tom grasped it in one of his own, letting his eyes form the question. A wicked grin appeared on Harry's face again. "I still need a hand to get out of the dress..." He tugged gently, pulling Tom up out of the chair and into his arms once more "But first..." Tom's shirt was pulled off and flung in the general direction of his jacket. The cravat had already disappeared somewhere else. Taking the hint, Tom finished peeling off his breeches and sent them after the shirt. "Now who's overdressed?" He asked before claiming Harry's mouth for himself, and let his hands wander down Harry's back to the fastenings of the red dress. Breathless minutes later, Tom pulled away from Harry, and spun him round so he could better access the back of the dress. "I have never had so much trouble getting someone out of a dress before," he groused. He felt as much as heard Harry's almost-giggle. "I can't think why," was the innocent sounding reply. "Maybe I can refresh your memory..." Tom set his lips to the nape of Harry's neck, to be rewarded with a shudder. He grinned to himself; payback was going to be fun... Harry's skin glowed gold against the blood-red silk, so tempting to kiss, to lick, to suck, to bite. Tom obligingly indulged, showering Harry's neck and shoulders with attention as he continued to unfasten the small red buttons down Harry's back. Eventually he managed to undo them all, and pushed the dress from Harry's firm shoulders, and off from his hips; padding, petticoats and all. Harry stepped out of the dress, and struck a pose. Despite knowing it was intentional, Tom couldn't help but stare. The red satin corset was delicately trimmed with black lace, and stopped a few inches below Harry's nipples; it cinched his waist enough to give him curves that he didn't usually have, but didn't actually make him look feminine in the least. And to complete the outfit, was underwear in matching satin and lace. Tom was unsure whether to laugh or jump Harry's bones. Laughter won, for the moment. "Bloomers?" "They were in the database." "I know, but..." Harry pouted endearingly at Tom. "They're actually quite comfortable. Hide a multitude of sins too. But if you don't like them..." Harry untied the drawstring and let them fall, kicking them in the direction of the dress. Tom stared some more; in fact his eyes were riveted, for between the lace trimmed corset and the lace-top stockings, Harry was sporting the great-granddaddy of all erections. Tom licked his suddenly dry lips. "They certainly do hide a multitude of sins." Harry drew breath to speak, but thought better of it and stepped closer to Tom, until his erection was brushing Tom's skin, leaving a smear of wetness. His expression had changed from teasing and playful to intense in the blink of an eye. Their eyes locked, almost striking sparks from each other, and they reached for each other simultaneously; Tom for Harry's shoulders to gather him closer and Harry to cup Tom's face in his hands, gently brushing a thumb over his lips. "I've been waiting a long time, Tom." He whispered. "For me?" Tom was incredulous. "For you." Harry kissed Tom softly on the nose. "I think I've been waiting all my life, Tom. And I got sick of waiting." A quick smile ghosted across Tom's face, a gentle smile that would have surprised many of the crew, though not Harry. "And I'm glad you got sick of waiting." "Good." Harry tore his eyes away, unable to bear the intensity any longer. "Tom, I..." He felt one of Tom's arms unwrap from round his shoulders, then gentle fingers were under his chin, tilting his face up to meet the cerulean gaze once more. Harry swallowed convulsively, and took the leap of faith. "This isn't just about sex, Tom. I... I love you." He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the expression in Tom's change, but he felt he had had to let him know. They flew open a moment later as Tom crushed Harry to him, showering light kisses all over his face, down to his ear. "And you didn't think I'd want to hear that?" Tom murmured. Harry shrugged noncommittally. "I'd better let you know that it's the best thing I've ever heard in my life then, hadn't I?" He brought his mouth back to Harry's, to nibble on the full lips. "And seeing as we're having True Confession time, I have one of my own..." "You do?" "You bet, Har." Tom kissed him again, longer this time, letting his tongue plunder the moist heat of Harry's mouth until they were both gasping. "I love you too." Tom paused. And..." He broke off, blushing, which made Harry grin. "And...?" "You really turn me on dressed like that..." "In that case..." Their lips met, with near bruising force as Tom dragged and Harry pushed them into the sleeping area. They landed on the bed together, still kissing passionately, fingers brushing over hypersensitive skin, exploring, learning. They broke apart, panting. Harry had managed to end up on top, and brushed a damp lock of hair away from Tom's face as he gazed down at him. "You know what I want to do?" Harry whispered. Tom shook his head, not trusting himself to speak coherently. "I want to fuck you..." Tom felt Harry's erection leap in anticipation against his body, and was aware of an answering twitch from his own - as was Harry. The blissful smile above Tom became something decidedly more dangerous, and possibly even more arousing. "...and I want you to be able to see me, to watch me when I come in your body, so you know what you do to me..." "Harry, you're going to kill me." Tom grinned, more than a little wildly. "But I'll die a very happy man." Harry grinned back. "I aim to please..." Tom had no time or inclination to reply as Harry swooped in for another searing kiss. He retraced the path his mouth had taken earlier; pausing to suck a little on Tom's already sensitive nipples, to swirl his tongue around Tom's belly button but steadily and inexorably making his way to the part of Tom's body he was truly aiming for. By the time Harry started gently teasing the soft skin of Tom's balls, Tom's breathless whispers of Harry's name had degenerated into incoherent moans; and as his mobile tongue dipped into the cleft of Tom's ass, those moans steadily increased in volume even while he managed to spread his legs, drawing his knees up to allow Harry better access. Harry took the hint and began to bathe Tom's asshole with his tongue, occasionally stopping to suck cooler air across that most sensitive spot, then probe a little more. When he eased a finger inside and met no resistance whatsoever, Harry realised Tom was more than ready for him. He eased away slightly, ignoring Tom's whimper of protest, to reach under the pillow for the tube that he had stashed there in the hope that his dream would come true. Harry slicked himself down with lube, and rubbed generous amounts into Tom's straining body even as Tom tried to impale himself on Harry's fingers. "Har..." "Shhh, love. Only a few seconds and I'll be in there for as long as I can..." Harry flipped the tube closed and placed it back under the pillow so it would be easy to find when it was his turn. Carefully he positioned himself at the entrance to Tom's body and began to ease gently inside, inch by inch, until he was buried balls deep in Tom's ass. A moment passed when they both seemed suspended in time, unable to comprehend the totality of their joining, as they gazed into each other's eyes silently, the only sound their laboured breathing. Tom manoeuvred his legs so they were resting on Harry's upper body, forcing Harry to sink deeper inside. The resulting groan of pleasure was torn from both throats in concert and Harry could no longer resist the urge to move, to thrust, to lose himself in the heat and the tightness that was Tom, and to bury himself so deep that he didn't know where one of them ended and the other began. Every thrust, every movement was met by Tom grinding his hips back into Harry's as far as he could, as he watched the sweat beading Harry's forehead with wild passion-darkened eyes. Sweat was also starting to trickle down Harry's chest, before disappearing behind the corset as he thrust with wild abandon, head thrown back and gasping Tom's name with every breath he could spare. Harry had asked him to watch, and watch Tom did, drinking in every sight and sound of his beautiful lover's pleasure, giving himself up to the joy of being filled by his Harry. Harry's eyes locked onto his with almost palpable force and he slammed into Tom one last time. "Tom!!!" The sensation of fullness as Harry exploded within him was almost enough to send him over the edge too, but he clung on to reality desperately as Harry collapsed against him, barely conscious. After a moment it struck Tom that you really couldn't snuggle up to someone wearing a corset as it was about as yielding as the bulkhead. He kissed the dark sweat-dampened hair, then brushed it out of the way so he could reach Harry's skin, and kissed that for good measure too. It also provoked a response. "Mmmm?" "How the hell do I get you out of this? You're about as cuddly as a borg cube, and I said I'd hold you..." "Aah..." Harry raised his head, blearily smiling up at Tom, and eased himself into a sitting position. He took a couple of breaths to ground himself "It unclips down the front, but you'll have to loosen the laces first." He scooted round to present his back to Tom. Tom stared at the laces, unable to see any obvious knots. "Where the hell do I start?" "Somewhere in the middle. B'Elanna said she'd tucked the knots out of the way but I have no idea how she did it." Tom ran his hands down the back of the corset, letting the sensitivity of his fingertips tell him if there were any unexplained lumps or bumps and trying to ignore the movements of Harry's body as he breathed. It didn't take long for him to reach his goal. "Got it!" Hooking his fingers through the gap between the corset lacings Tom fished out a surprisingly large, but flattened mass of even more laces. Harry wriggled with some relief. and smiled over his shoulder at Tom "I didn't realise how much those were itching me until you fished them out!" "All I need to do now is undo them." He picked at the knots for a moment. "This may take some time..." They sighed in unison. Happily for them both Tom got the hang of undoing corset laces fairly quickly and soon had all the knots undone which left him with about a foot of laces, in a loop, from both sides of the corset. Lifting each loop he muttered "Now what? I can't undo this!" Harry craned his neck round and suppressed the chuckle that Tom's expression provoked. "You're not supposed to undo the loops, just loosen the laces enough so there's some give in the corset. All the way down." Tom diligently bent to his task. He was glad that the corset was no longer an every day item of clothing no matter how sexy it looked... He stopped when Harry started wriggling again. "Yeah, that should do it." Harry shifted to the edge of the bed, had the corset unclipped in about 10 seconds flat, let it drop and pushed down the stockings, all before Tom had a chance to move. "Not fair! You got the easy bit." Tom shifted behind Harry. "But it sure looks as if it's been chafing a bit." He began to gently massage the reddened areas of Harry's skin and Harry leaned back into his touch. "Just a bit. But you're making it feel a whole lot better now..." Tom dropped a feather-light kiss onto the nape of Harry's neck and smiled. "If you lay down it would be better than better; especially if you've got some oil hidden somewhere..." Tom hadn't missed Harry's deliberate placement of the lube. A wicked grin flashed between them. "There's a bottle in the nightstand." Harry answered frankly, while lying himself down on his stomach, still grinning. Tom rummaged around for a moment, but found it quickly. "Ta-Da!" He settled himself between Harry's legs, while warming the oil in his hands. The subtle aroma of sandalwood filled the room, overlaying the smell of sweat and sex. Tom set to, starting at waist level where the red marks were most pronounced. Harry lay with his head pillowed on his arms, enjoying Tom's skilful touch - it had been a long time since anyone had massaged *his* back. Tom worked his way up from waist, to ribs, to shoulders and neck, until the golden skin under his hands was gleaming. Then he began to work his way back down again, though this time his touch was not the deep strokes of a therapeutic massage, but the lighter teasing caresses of arousal. "You have such beautiful skin, Har. I could touch you all night. In fact I think I could eat you alive..." No more was said, as Tom bent his head to do just that. Soon the only marks on Harry's back were those that Tom had put there, licking and sucking his way down Harry's back. His hands still oily, he began to massage the cheeks of Harry's ass while Harry writhed beneath him, words muffled but his wishes clear as day. "Hungry, aren't you?" Tom commented, lovingly caressing the golden skin. "For you, always. Now hurry up and fuck me. Please." Never one to turn down an invitation, Tom quickly made Harry more comfortable, raising him onto his knees. Harry's renewed erection waved enticingly as Tom reached for the lube under the pillow, and he touched it's tip in promise, causing Harry to shudder delightfully. He was rewarded with another shudder as his well-lubed fingers touched Harry's asshole, gently penetrating with first one, then another finger. Harry was tight around Tom's fingers, but in a good way, and relaxing all the time. Soon, Tom thought, he should be able to get deep enough to... Another finger, a little deeper, try to reach that particular spot...there! Harry nearly screamed. "Yes. Oh God. Now You... Tom, please..." Tom withdrew his fingers and quickly lubed himself. Even if Harry hadn't been begging to be fucked he could not have held back any longer. The sight of Harry's long golden back with his ass in the air for *him* was possibly the most arousing sight that Tom had seen in his life. He slowly began to press into Harry, wanting to take his time, not wanting to hurt his beautiful lover, but Harry had other ideas and thrust himself back against Tom as hard as he could. At that point, they both lost it and what had started as gentle and leisurely, became hard and hot and frenzied, the only thing Tom could remember to do apart from bury himself in Harry's heaving ass was to reach around those surging hips and try to pump Harry in time with his own thrusts. Tom could feel the sweat running stinging into his eyes, down his back, but it was not enough to distract him from Harry's beautiful body as he thrust harder and deeper in response to the begging moans of the man beneath him. He felt Harry begin to shake around him, his ass tightening around Tom's cock and there was nowhere left to go except oblivion as Harry came in torrents over his hand, screaming his release and Tom followed joyously, emptying himself into Harry until there was nothing left. Soft, damp skin under his cheek; cool air sending goosebumps down his own spine; the heady scent of love... Tom's brain seemed to be having trouble with higher thought, but he slithered off Harry's back, and gently gathered him into his arms. Holding tightly to each other, their breathing slowly returned to something approaching normal. Harry snuggled in closer enjoying the feeling of skin on skin. "Tom?" "Mmm?" "Will you wear the corset next time?..." End. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: