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notes: This is one of my first Simon/Rafe pieces. The opening scene was originally written as a thank-you to a very talented poet by the name of Linda Septer. She had penned a beautiful poem entitled, '€˜Contrapuntal,'€™ for the Sentinel zine, '€˜Angel on My Mind II.'€™

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Snow was falling outside, and every flake that danced across the sky was a reflection of the season's artistic creativity. Inside the two-story log cabin a fireplace snapped and crackled, its flames cheerfully keeping the cold at bay while at the same time warming the man that stood at the window, his gaze drowsy with love. Wrapped in his grandmother's quilt, Simon admired winter's magnificent performance for countless minutes before closing his eyes and allowing his mind to drift back over the past few hours.

His body sang a quiet melody of sated fulfillment because his young lover had once again played his emotions like a consummate pianist. Even now Simon could feel Rafe's long, elegant fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of his erection in a performance of wanton sensuality. Looking down at his body, he recalled the startling contrast of his husband's pale skin against his own darkness, and it brought to mind the image of the black and white keys on a piano.

A slow, lazy smile spread across Simon's face as he whispered to the night, "I love the distinction in the color of our skin, Rafe, and its diversity never fails to ignite my desire for you."

The quilt fell open, and Simon leisurely stroked his naked body, his hands following the path Rafe's mouth had journeyed only a short time ago. "You love me so gently, Tiger, but I'm still hungry. I want your mouth on me again, your cock filling me, your body sheltering me with the warmth of your love."

Simon closed his eyes again and sighed quietly, his mind tumbling over the memory of Rafe's mouth as it had whispered a slow sensual symphony over his groin, warming it with the liquid heat of his tongue. The younger man's strong yet sensitive fingers had played over the firm muscles of Simon's chest and abdomen, stroking the dark flesh in a steady cadence of erotic desire that had erupted into a sensual overture of untamed desire and tumultuous need.

It had been an utterly glorious orgasm.

The sound of a sleepy moan serenaded Simon, coaxing his thoughts back to the present. He looked down, his hands instinctively tangling in the silken strands of Rafe's dark mahogany hair, his gaze captured by eyes the shade of sable. A winsome smile shattered the control Simon had, and he fell to his knees in grateful thanks, his kisses paying homage to the maestro who knew so well the love song of his heart and soul.

Simon whispered his lover's name, begging hoarsely for just one more encore. "Rafe."

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Rafe smiled lovingly at his husband, his hands framing the older man's face, his fingers tracing over the handsome features his heart had memorized the first day the two of them had met. Leaning close, he exhaled a warm breath across Simon's mouth, his tongue teasing the full bottom lip and offering it a promise of wet heat.

Eluding his lover's searching mouth, Rafe continued his foray, his teeth nipping along the edge of Simon's jaw, pausing to leave a mark of passion on the dark flesh of his throat. He soothed the bruised skin with a slow lick of his tongue before bringing his hands into play and skimming his fingernails over a sensitive ribcage. Landmarks of bone and muscle were cherished with the softest of touches, an answering shudder providing Rafe with the evidence of Simon's need for surrender. Willing to extend the torture a moment longer, Rafe seduced the hollow at the base of Simon's throat with his tongue, capturing the droplets of sweat that had found shelter in the small recess.

Rafe smiled at the restless play of his husband's hands in his hair. He knew Simon was hanging precariously on the edge of ecstasy, but there was a need within Rafe to withhold his husband's release. Simon's body was a sumptuous feast of delights, and he was not quite ready to end this evening's meal.

His gaze traveled over the older man's physique, and with a pleased smile, noted its fine trembling. "You are so damn beautiful, Simon, and I absolutely love the way you give yourself to me."

Rafe lowered his mouth over one of Simon's dark chocolate nipples and chuckled softly when he felt the answering goosebumps that rose up on his lover's flesh. A rumble of hunger slid into the silence only to be followed by a sharp gasp of surprise when Rafe bit down on the small peak. The earthy scent of pre-come rose in the air, causing Rafe to look down.

Trails of pre-seminal fluid coated Simon's belly, his heavy shaft dancing gracefully across his lower abdomen. Rafe lifted his gaze to Simon's face at the exact moment he closed his hand around the sizeable erection, and he reveled in the look of desperate need that darkened Simon's eyes -- in the harsh panting, the fine sheen of sweat that coated his lover's black skin.

With the utmost gentleness, Rafe stroked his husband's manhood, again bringing Simon to the torturous brink of release. He shifted his focus temporarily, gathering the nearby pendulous scrotal sac in his hand and rolling it with his fingers. The gentle handling caused strong legs to grow weak, and Rafe finally showed pity on his mate, easing him to the floor before rolling him on his stomach.

Taking a moment to restrain his own needs, Rafe pressed his hands to Simon's butt and kneaded the firm globes. "Need you. God, do I need you," he moaned while struggling to control his traitorous body. Several deep cleansing breaths later, Rafe coaxed his beloved giant to his knees so that he could continue his sensual assault. Leaning down, he allowed his lips to tease the dimples at the base of Simon's spine, and a low pitch moan encouraged him to travel lower. With a teasing smile, Rafe consented to his lover's request.

Spreading apart the large man's buttocks, he slowly licked across the hidden rosebud, his tongue savoring the residual taste of his own seed as it mingled with his mate's essence. Rafe rimmed Simon's ass with unforgiving patience, waiting until the last very possible second before sliding his cock inside the quivering channel. In one long, deep stroke the younger man claimed that which had never been breached except by him, and moaning Simon's name, pushed his husband into an orgasmic oblivion. Caught in the maelstrom of pleasure, Rafe followed Simon over the edge, his body once again offering up its gift of love.

Utterly exhausted, both men collapsed on the floor, and the discarded quilt cushioned their fall. Rafe rolled Simon over on his back and crawled on top of his chest. The final quivers of completion teased their way through his sensitive shaft as it was cradled by his lover's groin. Having only enough energy to suckle at Simon's breast, Rafe closed his eyes and surrendered to sleep, his drowsy words almost too soft for Simon to hear.

"I love you, Cuddles."

Simon laughed quietly and wrapped his arms around his slender husband. Glancing at the fire and making sure there was no need for more wood to be added, he snagged the corner of the quilt and pulled it over their naked bodies. Tousled curls caressed his lips as he pressed a kiss to Rafe's forehead, the simple touch causing the younger man to slip his hands behind Simon's neck and snuggle even closer.

Unable to keep his sleepy eyelids from dropping shut, Simon carefully shifted the two of them on their sides and spooned in behind Rafe. The subtle scent of their lovemaking rose up to greet him, and it warmed his heart beyond measure.

"I am truly a blessed man," he whispered in Rafe's ear. "All I'll ever need is right here in my arms. Love you, Tiger."

End Love's Music, An Encore by Angelise: angelise7@hotmail.com
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