His breath came in chops as his hands ran over smooth milky butt cheeks. He heard his lover's breath coming in ragged pants of anticipation. His long legs tanned and crossed at the ankles as he straddled his thighs. Lowering his head he let his teeth graze the milky white flesh tugging a moan from the lips of his lover. Easily a hand slipped underneath his lover's body running it over the flat stomach and down to graze straining flesh before pulling the hips upward so that the head of his own aching cock rested at the sweet entrance to the haven he sought.

His cock already sticky and slick from lube he paused his charge waiting a few more moments wanting to hear the sweet begs before sliding inside. Needing the anticipation and the longing to be at their fullest before sliding into his dreamland. Not until the begs became almost painful to listen to did he slip in pausing every so often to savor the moment as a connoisseur would a fine wine.

Steadily he pushed on not giving up until he was buried to the hilt. His balls resting against the milky flesh his teeth had grazed only moments before. When he was finally in farther than he had ever imagined being he let the arm curl around the waist as he bend his body to fit his lover's. Once again he let his pearly whites graze sensitive flesh. This time grabbing onto the tender skin at the crook of the shoulder before running his lips over shoulder blades while his lover quivered with need begging pleading to be given that which he so desperately wanted.

Straightening he placed a hand on the lower back before slowly slipping out pretending he couldn't hear the almost baby-like cries resembling those of a child who had lost sight of their mother. Shushing his stricken lover he wrapped his fingers around the velvet covered steel and stroked slowly while easing back in more torturous than tender as such things as love and mercy just were not his style. When he was inside again he ground himself slightly and would have howled with pride as the black and green head was thrown back with it's own animal like howl for more.

This time as he pulled back out there was an urgency beginning to grow within him that was reflected in the strokes of his hand as they became slightly more frantic and purposeful. Once again he paused before proceeding never growing tired of hearing the love cries as they fueled his soul and healed the pain hidden in deep dark corners. Letting his own head fall back as if boneless he rammed back into the other man stealing anything resembling gentleness from the coupling.

This time there was no pausing as his own need took over demanding he give it attention and satisfy its need. Closing his eyes he let the moans and whimpers mixed with his own coaxing cries create a theme more powerful than anything he'd heard before heading to the ring. His hand flew over his lover's cock demanding they soar together so that they might reach that high spot together.

For once in his lift he didn't want that moment to be his alone. Aching, needing for it to be shared between them as if it would bind them faster than the strongest glue. He refused to examine his needs. The wants and the why's not important and altogether too frightening to consider. So instead he remained in the here and now wishing only to live in this one perfect moment for the rest of his life where there was no pain only the blinding glory of ecstasy.

As he reached the time for that one perfect spot he tried with all his might to hold out until finally he was unable and as if giving a small shrug leapt from the top soaring through the air with his lover by his side screaming his name. As always the landing came painfully quick as the moment crashed to a halt barely over before it began to fade into the recesses of his mind.

No sooner was he ready to sob its loss than his lover rolled over and pulled his stricken body down into his arms demanding things he wasn't sure he quite understood and knew he was too afraid to think about. He sighed as the calm settled over him and the arm wrapped around him cocooning him inside the peace and acceptance he'd always longed for and never imagined he'd be worthy of.

Lying with his ear over his love's heart he listened to the beat steady and the breaths slow until finally he yawned and gave into his tired contented body. Harmony was never a dream the great Jeff Hardy would admit to longing for to the guys in the back wanting to sample his goods, but somehow he'd found it anyway in the arm of one green-haired superhero.