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End of August with 2 wolfs of “les loups de fenrir”, 1 marten of “les berserkrs” otter of “les gardiens du fleuve” and I, traveled until the Canada for celebrate the 5th anniversary of the Vinland Clan. We have been invited for share food, fight and createdamazing moment with our friends !!!

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Starchild Large and In Charge || Elliam

Tagged: Adam Crawford and Elliott Gilbert

Location: Adam's apartment

Time: Mid afternoon; Wednesday, July 2nd

Notes: Elliott comes over for a bit of parallel arting, but Adam's dick has other ideas about what they could do with the time.

It was another Wednesday afternoon before Adam's shift at the bar. Working on freelance while Elliott did the same with one of his costume pieces was starting to become a regular occurrence. Not that Adam minded spending more time with his Sexy Singer boyfriend. The other man was gorgeous, and so kind, not to mention passionate about his work.

Adam licked his lips as he attempted to tweak the sketch he was working with. He'd already been working on it twice as long as he usually took to sketch, and he still wasn't happy with it. He was too preoccupied with other thoughts.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott hummed to himself, perfectly content as he stitched beads onto a shirt collar. He loved this down time with Adam at his place; he'd really gotten a lot more done since they'd started this routine. At home, he tended to get distracted easily; but here he could focus more, and he'd gotten so many other pieces done that his wardrobe really benefited from it. He tied off the line of beadwork when he finished it, then looked over at Adam, who hadn't seemed to make as much progress. "Time to take a break?" He suggested.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah, probably," Adam sighed in frustration, tossing his tablet pen onto the desk with a pronounced pout. "I'm just... distracted today. I get like this sometimes." Adam smoothed a broad palm over his face. "Just have trouble focusing on the things I actually need to focus on."

Rachel Berry

"I know that feeling," Elliott agreed. "When I start sewing on sleeves backwards and upside down, I know it's time to just step away for a little while." He set his project down and scooted over, resting his arm on the top of the couch. "Wanna step away over here?"

Adam Crawford

"You've actually done that?" Adam asked, chuckling. He began to feel the tension ebb from his shoulders the moment he stood from his stool to flop semi-gracelessly beside Elliott on the couch.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott lowered his arm around Adam's shoulders, like they fit together perfectly. "I've actually done that," He confirmed. "Usually after I've been working for too long. There's a reason I don't do too much from scratch anymore... I mean, if I'm modifying stuff, I can usually deal with it if I fuck it up, but doing the kinda stuff that Ryder does, that's a whole other level of concentration. So... what're you working on today?"

Adam Crawford

"Some simple concept work for someone who wants to use it to help make a Kickstarter." Adam said, worming his way closer to Elliott's side. "I don't think it will go anywhere --I'm not sure it's even a strong enough concept to get funded-- but I'll do my best to provide what they've asked." Adam shrugged.

Elliott Gilbert

"But you get paid for it, right?" Elliott asked. He squeezed Adam's shoulder companionably, dimly aware that his boyfriend was being overly tactile in that moment. Elliott couldn't complain. In fact, he might be happy to do something about it, if Adam needed some... motivation.

Adam Crawford

"Mm." Adam nodded, the motion rubbing his cheek over Elliott's shoulder. "Yeah, I'm 'pay or play,' so no worries from me." Adam sighed happily. "Thanks, I didn't realize how badly I needed a break... Already feeling much better..."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott slid his hand back and up the back of Adam's neck, massaging firmly; he frowned slightly. "You're tense," He pointed out, and brought both hands around to Adam's shoulders, to try to rub some of the tension out of his muscles there. "Didn't think you'd been working all that long. Somethin' else going on, babe?"

Adam Crawford

A sheepish smile crossed Adam's face as he practically melted under Elliott's hands. "There... might be, but I didn't want to interrupt your work. I figure Pride probably threw your project schedule all out of alignment..."

Elliott Gilbert

"Oh, no," Elliott explained, shrugging it all off, even as he continued to massage Adam's shoulders. "That was like, the big deal. The one I had to make sure that everything was alright in time for; this is just to keep busy while you're working. What's up?"

Adam Crawford

"Oh..." Adam said, swaying gently with the pressure of Elliott's fingers. He turned slightly, to give Elliott better access as he thought over how to explain himself. "I've been thinking... Since you first showed us your preliminary costume, and then at Pride. You were so sexy, so... 'in charge' I... really liked it. You're normally so laid back. I'd kinda... like to see more of that." Adam was usually more articulated than that, but it was difficult to think straight with Elliott's fingers doing that to his muscles.

Elliott Gilbert

"More of 'Starchild'?" Elliott teased, and pressed a warm kiss to the back of Adam's neck. He'd thought that he was fairly assertive in bed, but he hadn't wanted to be too much so when he was dealing with both Adam and Ryder. "Something tells me it's the attitude and not just the costumes, right?"

Adam Crawford

Adam nodded, his head bobbing limply under Elliott's continued ministrations. "Yeah, that was just... I wanted you so badly so fast... I mean, I always want you, but when you got all... 'Starchild,' like you said, I just..." Adam shivered, half from memory, half from the way Elliott was pressing firmly with his thumbs into Adam's shoulders. "Let's call it 'hot' and realize that is a monumental understatement."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott laughed out loud, massaging a little lower down Adam's back. "That is kind of the point, babe," He noted. They'd had sex since then --all three of them, that weekend, after the festivities-- but it sounded like Adam was stuck on a completely different idea. One in which Elliott hadn't been quite so... 'laid back.' "So, do you want me to sing for you now?" Elliott asked, pitching his voice lower as he spoke close to Adam's ear. "Or just... seduce you?"

Adam Crawford

A low moan bubbled up from Adam's chest as he leaned into Elliott's hands. "I think the seduction is rather past tense at this point... but yes... I- I want to have sex with Starchild, for lack of a better phrasing..." Adam swallowed. Already, a definite interest was stirring in certain parts of Adam's person.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott tried not to laugh louder, instead confining his amusement to a low chuckle. He leaned in again and pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses to the back of Adam's neck, his hands gliding lower. He tugged at the hem of Adam's shirt, and then re-thought it. "We're going to the bedroom," He decided, not even bothering with giving Adam an option.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah?" Adam breathed, smiling a bit stupidly as he looked over his shoulder and up at Elliott. "Okay," He said readily, stumbling shakily to his feet and following Elliott obediently.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott led the way to the bedroom then, shutting the door behind them, even though there was no chance of someone walking in when Jess wasn't even home. This was about the mood. And controlling it. He approached --with darkened eyes focused solely on Adam's-- and raised firm fingertips to his face, pressing his palm flat against Adam's cheek. Elliott leaned in and met his lips forcefully, insistently, forcing Adam's lips apart with his tongue and diving in, exploring thoroughly.

Adam Crawford

Adam's eyes drifted and shut as he submitted readily. He could already feel himself harden, and growing harder. His hands fluttered at his sides, torn between wanting to cede all control to Elliott and wanting to cling desperately to the hem of his shirt with the growing desire already starting to fill him.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott sensed the uncertainty though, and captured one of Adam's hands with his own, guiding it to his hip, then switched gears with a grin and placed Adam's hand right on his own crotch, so that he could feel the cock he loved so much. "You can touch," He murmured darkly and turned his head to nibble at Adam's ear, licking up the shell and nipping at the cartilage before returning to his mouth to keep kissing him, with passionate, biting kisses.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, my God..." Adam groaned. Heat tingled across his skin as he groped at Elliott's cock. That delicious cock he did love so much. "Fuck- Smm-" Adam stuttered, "I'm so hard, Elliott. Can I- Call you 'Starchild' right now? I just... You really are a different person, almost..."

Elliott Gilbert

"Am I?" Elliott asked, murmuring against Adam's lips. He stroked Adam's cheek firmly, hand sliding up against the back of his head. He didn't think he was all that different, but Adam --and Ryder-- were still learning to see all the different sides of him. "Go ahead. You want to keep touching me? You want me to fuck you?" He rolled his hips, not unlike the way he moved on stage, letting Adam feel him.

Adam Crawford

"Fuck, Starchild..." Adam laughed breathlessly. "I don't... I don't even know... Just... Anything... Anything you want, please," Adam moaned, stroking Elliott's cock firmly. Half of what he was feeling was likely the fantasy more than anything else, letting this almost mindless, desperate part of himself just overwhelm him with arousal and need.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott reached down to grope Adam's ass, fingers splayed firmly over the pert flesh and grabbed possessively --just the once-- before stepping back. "Clothes off," He commanded, looking down at Adam like he was surveying him.

Adam Crawford

Adam nodded rapidly, tearing at his clothes in a rush to get them off. He wanted, no needed to do what this gorgeous, sex god of a man standing in his bedroom asked for. "Yes, Starchild..." Adam panted as he kicked his pants aside and stood before Elliott, cock hard and dripping, knees almost buckling under the weight of so much lust.

Elliott Gilbert

"God, you want it so bad," Elliott said, amused and; to be honest, painfully turned on himself from the sight. He almost couldn't let that cock go untouched. Almost. He wanted to make Adam wait for it, make him beg even more than he already was. He undid his own pants and pushed them aside, revealing that he'd elected to go commando that day, which really only added to the fantasy that Adam wanted to play. "Turn around."

Adam Crawford

Adam whined, fighting to obey. Biting his lip, he managed to turn, eyes still locked to Elliott's exposed cock as he stared over his shoulder. So heavy and thick. Adam wanted it. "Please..." Adam managed to choke out.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott found the lube in Adam's bedside drawer, flipped open the cap, and slicked up his fingers. His dry hand pressed at the back of Adam's neck and slid down his spine, bidding him to bend forward. His slick hand pressed at his entrance, exploring with a little less delicacy than he usually employed. "And you're tight," He practically purred. "I like that."

Adam Crawford

"And you're huge," Adam pointed out with a sigh, leaning forward to rest his palms against the bedspread. He arched his back and spread his legs, trying to invite Elliott to do as he wished. Even as hard as he was, the urge to stroke himself was absent. He just wanted Elliott inside him, now.

Elliott Gilbert

"You noticed," Elliott laughed, both amused and pleased. He added another finger, twisting his hand inside him to open him up a little more forcefully. Obviously, he still cared whether he hurt Adam, but the man seemed to want it rough, so Elliott would comply. He enjoyed it just like this too, after all. "You think you can take me, already?" He asked, voice still low and demanding. "You think you're ready for me yet?" He stood closer, so Adam could feel the heft and thickness of his cock against his ass.

Adam Crawford

A desperate keen fell from Adam's mouth as he fought to focus well enough to actually assess himself. "I think... yeah... It'll be tight, but- it's okay. I'm ready, Starchild..." Adam panted, head hanging between his shoulders.

Elliott Gilbert

"You just want it that bad," Elliott laughed, utterly pleased with the way that Adam was just so ready for him. He withdrew his hand, slid the other one up the back of Adam's neck, and turned his head just so, so he could kiss him passionately, again, open and full of heat. He lined himself up and pressed in, moaning loudly at the way Adam's tight heat completely enveloped him. "Fuck, Adam," He breathed.

Adam Crawford

Adam gasped, utterly unable to form coherent thoughts in that moment. It hurt, but it hurt so good. His fingers clawed into the bed covers as he kissed back sloppily. An almost fugue state hovering at the edges of his mind. "Please, Starchild... fuck me. Bugger me hard. I can't wait, please..." Adam shivered, hole clenching once in anticipation.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott chuckled darkly, the sound low in his throat and rising up. His hands braced themselves at Adam's hips and he moved forward, pulling himself in further, deeper. Adam knew what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to ask for it; nor was Elliott afraid to give it to him, setting a pace that was rougher than usual. He kept moving, falling into the rhythm easily, hard and fast, driving into Adam just the way he wanted.

Adam Crawford

With a sharp yelp of pleasure, Adam dropped forward, stretching his arms out in front of him, trying to find the perfect angle for Elliott to be able to just ream him. "God, you're so fucking sexy... So good..." Adam rocked back on his heels and pushed against Elliott's thrusts for all he was worth.

Elliott Gilbert

"I've gotcha," Elliott promised, a little bit of his offstage persona slipping in for a split second. His hands were firm on Adam's hips, making sure that Elliott was in charge of the pace, reasserting himself with heavy, steady thrusts. "You love it so much," He breathed, the words as steady as he could make them when he was buried so tightly inside of Adam. "Love it when I fuck you."

Adam Crawford

"I do-" Adam moaned. "Love it- love you... Please, please, please." Adam begged, gasping for air. He felt lightheaded, he'd been lightheaded this whole time. Everything just too much and not enough. His cock dripping precum between his thighs, so hard it curved up, straining against his own abdomen.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott was sure that Adam would burst the second he touched him, and he wondered idly if he could come without being touched at all. He slid his hands just a little ways down his thighs, instead of forward like he might have under different circumstances. "Please what?" He asked breathlessly, like he didn't know. Like he wasn't about to come, himself.

Adam Crawford

"Starchild-" Adam dropped to his elbows, unable to support his own weight on his arms anymore. "Please... make me come. I can feel it. I'm so close, please make me come. Goin'a-" A choked gasp. "Come so hard..."

Elliott Gilbert

"Want you to come," Elliott purred. "Wanna feel you come so hard. Go ahead," He added, already feeling the way his own body was reacting, teetering closer to the edge. "Come for me, Adam. Right now." He teased heavy fingertips over Adam's cock, just barely touching him.

Adam Crawford

Adam screamed, pulsing and writhing as his cock shot suddenly and unexpectedly. So mindless with need, Adam couldn't even process it. He was just coming. Coming and shaking and still coming. His whole body practically convulsing with it. "Fuck! Elliott!"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott closed his hand around Adam's cock, working him through it, but he just seemed to keep going. It was impressive, really; and he loved the way that Adam screamed his name. His real name. It was incredible to hear when he was in the throes of passion and surrounded by Adam's heat --his body following along right behind him with sweet, hot moans and fingers curling tightly on Adam's hips. "Ad- Adam," He breathed, just teetering on the edge, himself.

Adam Crawford

Adam flung a hand behind him, grabbing Elliott's hip and pulling him in deeper, squeezing him tightly. Still trembling and shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm, but wanting to get Elliott there too. "Come- Elliott. Fuck so good. Want you... Want you fill me up. Come on... Just come..."

Elliott Gilbert

That did it. Elliott thrust in deeper, each thrust spurring him forward, only aided by the way that Adam touched him. "Yes," He breathed, moaning loudly, the sound spilling from his lips wordlessly as the pleasure spiked inside him. It was incredible, all heat and light. Need and desire. Pure pleasure. So much as he leaned forward and bit hard into Adam's shoulder.

Adam Crawford

Adam jerked at the sharp pain, cock jumping at the suddenness, "Yes. More. Please, harder." Adam groaned as he clung to Elliott best he could. Fingers branding him with his prints. "Waant"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott was barely done, still lost in a haze of bliss that seemed to permeate every cell, but he did as asked, biting down on Adam's other shoulder, hands raking up his side like he was carving lines of his nails into his skin. "You've got me," He breathed into his ear.

Adam Crawford

Adam shook, gasping as his body vibrated with pleasure, riding out a second wave of bliss. "Fu-uck..." He panted, a chill sweat breaking out over his skin as he collapsed, spent. "Elliott... That was... Oh my god..." Adam laughed, between heaving breaths. "Wow... Thank you, wow..."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott returned the laughter, and slid out of Adam before tumbling onto the bed. He pulled Adam with him, suddenly just a little more affectionate and sweet. His kiss, however, remained searing and insistent, hot and heavy on Adam's lips.

Adam Crawford

Adam smiled into the kiss, tangling their legs together, almost too sensitive even for that much contact to his softening cock. "Elliott... Thank you. That was... so perfect. Just what I wanted," Adam said, cuddling into his boyfriend's side happy and sated.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott smiled softly and kept touching Adam gently, wrapping one arm around him and stroking his shoulders. "I... had no idea you had that side," He murmured, somewhat surprised.

Adam Crawford

"It's... been a while since I indulged it." Adam admitted sleepily, nosing at Elliott's chin. "That was marvelous though. And... I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime, though... perhaps wait a week?" Adam chuckled, shifting slightly. He felt good, but also just a tiny bit raw, well used.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott laughed and pressed a soft kiss to Adam's head. "Just let me know when you're ready," He said. "I... actually liked that a lot, too. It was fun."

Adam Crawford

"Hmmm," Adam agreed, palming Elliott's ass, just because he could. "Do you think Ryder might like to join us? Or just watch next time? Also, thank you for letting me call you 'Starchild,' I know that wasn't as 'inclusive' for you, but it felt so good in the moment for me." Adam pressed a sweet kiss to Elliott's chin, a nonverbal 'thank you.'

Elliott Gilbert

"We're gonna have to ask him," Elliott said. "I actually don't mind the name, either. It's still me. It's just a different part of me. One that... I clearly haven't explored as thoroughly as I could." He tucked curled fingers under Adam's chin and tilted his head up, so he could kiss him soundly on the lips.

Adam Crawford

Adam closed his eyes, melting into the touch, so gently sweet after how intensely rough they were with each other. "Well, thank you all the same. If you have some... hidden kink you'd like to indulge, I'd be happy to help you with that. Any time, any day."