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this has officially gotten out of my control. i swear i'm trying to write smut and then they just...
porter/david
tags: steamy, bite, aftercare, intimacy negotiations, sex talk, longing, emotions
the vampire phase - 3
âK-KittenâŠâ
Porter stopped with the rich taste of David's blood on his tongue. He still had a hand to Davidâs chest, his pulse steady and his breaths deep. If he wanted to stop, theyâd stop. He scratched gently at the shifterâs scalp, keeping him calm just in case. âDo you want to stop?â he asked, kissing his shoulder gently, smiling a little drunkenly. âYou taste so good. Iâve got enough,â he promised.
David dragged another deep breath, shaking his head. He arched a little, pressing his ass back against Porterâs crotch. They both moaned. âDo you always get hard when you drink?â he asked.
Porter smiled against the side of his neck, licking the still bleeding wound. âNot alwaysâŠâ
David hummed, rubbing back against his hardon. âDo you want to do something about it?â
He shivered at the invitation. The wound had stopped bleeding. Shifters healed faster than humans, but heâd heal slower with less blood. âWhat are you suggesting?â
David turned his head a little to look back at him, eyebrow lifting. âYou could fuck me while you bite me,â he said. And then his pulse jumped. âI meanâŠUnless thatâs not how youâŠâ He stumbled over his words.
Porter didnât rush him. Blood loss had side effects. Even if he wasnât trapped by the day, he wouldnât be leaving David until he was totally recovered.
David scrubbed a hand over his face. âGive me a second, kitten.â
He kissed his neck, giving him all the seconds.
David hummed low in his chest and then, to Porterâs surprise, he moved. Not that exquisitely tempting rock of his hips or the roll of his shoulders back against his chest. No, he got up and turned around. It was as impressive as it was surprising. âDaveyâŠâ he started to warn, but the shifter grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him. Porter moaned into that mouth, his body already on fire from the new blood in his system and the way David had trusted him.
The hand slid from the back of his neck to the front, the way they both knew he liked, making Porterâs pulse race with excitement.Â
Davidâs pulse was fast too.
Porter broke the kiss to gasp, skin electric with want, but something in the back of his head still fighting to push forward. âSweetheartâŠâ
âMhm?â David nuzzled the side of his head, one hand still around his throat while the other moved up his thigh.
Porterâs thoughts blanked again when the shifter slid a hand into his underwear, squeezing him. He bucked into that touch, blood raging through his whole body. But then why was there that warning bell going off? This was perfect. This was everything he wanted.
David pumped him in hand, rough and steady.
He moaned. âSqueeze,â he said, not even caring whether it was the hand on his neck or the one on his dick.
David did.
Porter groaned, eyes shut. He pushed his thigh up, between Davidâs, surprised out of his own reverie when he realized his partner was only semi-hard. Before he could wonder, he realized it was probably the bloodloss.
Davidâs heart was still beating fast.
Too fast.
Porter felt like heâd suddenly woken up. David was trying to get him offâtrying to do what he knew Porter likedâand like the selfish fuck he was, Porter was going along with it. Shifters regenerated faster than humans but not that fast.
Porter put a hand to Davidâs chest. His heart was pounding, his breath uneven. He was on the verge of passing out. He pushed him back enough to look up at him, to see those dark, unfocused eyes trying to meet his gaze. Before he could even put a stop to this, David lost his grip on him. His eyes rolled and his body went slack.
Catching him wasnât hard, he was literally on top of him. Porter turned them, laying David on his back and straddling his waist. âFuck. Fuckfuckfuck,â he swore at himself.
In a matter of seconds David was blinking awake again, frowning in confusion. âWhatââ
Porter kept hands on him, trying to ground and reassure him through contact. âYouâre okay. Just take a second.â
âWhat happened?â He tried to sit up and Porter easily held him down.
âYou fainted.â
Davidâs brow crease was back and his mouth twisted in a smirk. âNo I didnât.â
âYou did.â Porter was not smiling back. He couldnât believe heâd let this happen. âI know youâre new to bloodloss sex butâŠwhat the fuck?â
David groaned, closing his eyes again and rubbing at the side of his head. âWell, I didnât expect to pass out,â he countered.
Porter hissed at him once and then moved with vampiric speed, off the bed and to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed the whole bottle of juice, back to the bed before David had even opened his eyes again. âI canât believe I let you do that,â he said more to himself than the shifter, uncapping the orange juice. Of course David bought the good stuff, not the watered down sugar water, but the actual pressed oranges. Porter would have poked fun if he wasnât so preoccupied.
David sat up against the headboard, taking the bottle. âSorry.â
That one word was like a kick to the chest. âWhy did youâŠâ he started and stopped, clicking his teeth in irritation at himself. He kept saying it wrong. He kept making it sound like David had been in the wrong. Porter was the one that knew better. He should have been the one taking care of his partner in that moment, not the other way around. It had been going so well. The bite had been good and David had been so relaxed, heâd even been asking for more and thenâŠ
He watched the shifter drain half the bottle of juice and take a few more breaths.
âDo you think I need to fuck like that?â
Davidâs eyes opened. He looked more focused and sharp than he had since the bite. His heartbeat sounded steady again too. Recovery time on shifters was amazing and he had never been more happy about it than now. âWhat?â
Porter was on the bed with him again. âYou suggested I fuck you but then⊠Sweetheart, do you think I need you to pin me to get off?â
The pause was the answer. David was choosing words, or considering that he had in fact thought that and maybe it was wrong. âYou like it how you like it⊠and I am very happy to give it to you,â he said.
Porter really fucked this up. David had pushed himself because he thought he had to play a certain role for him. âI definitely have my kinks,â he acknowledged. âBut it doesnât always have to be⊠We can do it differently.â
David huffed like Porter was making something out of nothing now. âI am a fan of how we do things. Donât worry about it.â He drank more juice.
âDo you like being the one fucked sometimes?â
David coughed on his drink and gave Porter a deathstare like heâd timed it on purpose. He had.
Porter pressed. âItâs important to me that you donât do anything you donât want to doââ
âI wasnât.â
He was pretty sure the memory of David trying to jerk him off while passing out would haunt him, and that was fucking saying something considering the shit Porter had seen and done.Â
âAnd I donât want you to do anything you donât want to do either. So, weâre good.â
âYou still havenât answered my question,â Porter pointed out.
David drained the last of the juice and put the empty bottle on the bedside table. âWhat question, kitten?â
âYou know what question.â
David sighed. âI like a lot of things, but I donât need them.â
Something about that sentence made him pause. Was he suggested he needed Porter? Enough to give up on some stuff he might like but think Porter wasnât into?
He touched the side of Davidâs neck, the wound from his teeth healed over but still red. âIn the future, I will take better care of you after I bite you,â he said quietly, like something just between them.
David huffed a laugh, his hand settling on Porterâs thighs. âI do not need you to take care of me.â
He watched him carefully. Their relationship had been built on casual sexâon a certain flavor of sex that might suggest David was the one in charge. Did he feel responsible to stay in that role all the time just because they fucked like that? Was there any aspect of his like where he wasnât the one taking care of everyone else? âJust because when we fuck, I like you to pin me down and make it hurtâŠdoesnât mean you have to always be in control of everything.â
âI like how we fuck,â David said again, an edge to it now like he was having to defend it.
Porter slid his hand higher, to brush his thumb against Davidâs jaw, keeping contact and affection so that heâd know this wasnât a fight. âI know. Iâm saying itâs okay if you want to do things differently sometimes. Like⊠maybe if you want me to slowly fuck you into the mattress while I bite you next time?â
David held his breath, like he wasnât sure how to respond. Did he think Porter was teasing him? Or bluffing?
âOr maybe if you want to ride me while you choke meâŠâ
David blushed and looked away.
Porter felt himself growing hard again just at that surprising reaction. âI could bounce you on myââ
David forced a laugh. âBounce me?â he asked, words dripping in doubt.
He blinked at his lover and then smiled slowly to flash his fangs. âSweetheart, I think sometimes you forget what I am.â
âHow can I forget? You just had your teeth in me.â
Porter stifled a moan at the memory, that blood still hot under his skin. âYou know I can lift you, right?â
David scoffed, about to say something elseâprobably deflect againâwhen Porter moved. He switched their positions. David had to brace himself against Porterâs shoulders when the sudden shift made him dizzy. It wasnât fair, of course. Porter was faster because he shifter blood in his veins while David was still dealing with blood loss. He should feel guilty, but he didnât. He had his back to the headboard and David Shaw was sitting in his lap, looking very surprised to be there. âPorter⊠You donât have toââ
Porter squeezed those thick thighs through the soft sweatpants, sliding his hands under them and then slowly lifting the other man. Davidâs eyes widened a fraction. Porter held his gaze, lowering him just as slowly, raising him up and and lowering again, this time bumping them together.
Davidâs breath caught, his dick hard. âFuckâŠâ
Porter grinned. âYou like that?â
David blushed again, his heart beating faster.
Porter realized that David might have been fucked before, but it hadnât been like thisâhe might never have even imagined this or how heâd feel about it. âWe enjoy our favorite way of doing things togetherâŠbut we can explore other ones too if we want.â
The shifter was quiet for long seconds, a low groan escaping him when Porter brought him down again, bumping their clothed erections together.Â
David visibly shivered.
To think, just a couple hours ago he'd been thinking how he needed to end things, needed to push him away for his own good.
But who would take care of his shifter if he did? Who would make sure his every fantasy came true? Who would see him blush?
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He could see her eyes through the gradated shade of her sunglasses.
Her gloved fingers twitched at her sides.
âWho are you?â Ever demanded. He had never seen this woman before. He would have remembered. She was tall and proud, pale hair gathered high and the ends still tumbling down her back.
Her painted mouth twitched with a smile. âWho are you?â she shot back.
Ever growled and she curled her lip, taking a quick step back and visibly fighting the instinct to lower herself. He heard her pulse pick up.
He took a step closer, but she didnât budge. In fact, she pushed her chin up. âDid Florian send you? Are you meant to negotiate or be an offering? A snack, maybe?â
She exhaled and it became a laugh. âI donât know who youâre talking about.â
âThen what are you doing in my forest?â
âYours?â she asked, her gaze flicking around at the trees as though just now placing her surroundings. Still smirking, she dropped her shoulders and straightened her leather jacket, flicking the collar. The black turned red. âWhyâŠIâm going to grandmotherâs house.â
Ever was amused but he didnât show it. He might have to kill her, and heâd hate to confuse her about it.
And then she took a step closer rather than a step back. Through her sunglasses, her eyes ran over the axe he was still holding, up his arm and shoulder, to his mouth. âAre you the woodsman or the wolf in this retelling?â
Ever stared back. Her heartbeat was steady now and there was no fear in the air. Who the fuck was she? âWhich would you rather?â
She grinned, leaning even closer. âHonestly? Iâd rather the wolf. I can save myself, but I canât eat myselfâŠâ Ever growled to hide the groan that wanted out. This was trouble.
tags: reference to sex, biting, vampire feeding, assholes being unintentionally vulnerable, i might have nicknamed Porter kitten... you look me in my damn eyes and TELL me in he's not giving kitten energy!
the vampire phase - 2
It had been four month since this started.
Porter knew he should shop seeing David. He should blow up the relationship. He didnât deserve this.
And laying in the aftermath of sex in Davidâs home, in his bed, completely spent and wrung out, he had the clarity of knowing it. David was stretched out beside him, catching his breath and just reveling in it. One of his hands was still on Porter, gliding down his side to his hip. âYou okay?â he asked in that deep voice.
Porter closed his eyes. No. He wasnât okay.
He got up fast enough that the shifter wouldnât be able to stop him, would barely see it.
David rolled his head to the side to look at him standing near the bathroom door.
âIâve got to go,â he said.
David raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the briskness it seemed. âReally?â
âYeah.â
âWhy are you angry?â David asked.
âIâm not,â he decided to forgo a shower, grabbing his clothes instead.
David sat up now, one arm propping himself up and his head tipped to the side, his neck stretching. Porterâs eyes caught on that throat for a split-second, a split-second too long, and he jerked his attention away, looking for his pants.
âI thought youâd relax after we fucked but youâre still edgy, kitten.â
Porter bared teeth, not sure if it was at the continued concern or the damn nickname David had started using. Porter hadnât put a stop to it the first time, because he was face down and the addition of that endearment had pushed him over the edge, but that was two weeks ago and the nickname had made it out of the bedroom into their day to day.
âWhat do you mean? I wasnât edgy.â
David laughed, that dry laugh of his that suggested they were on the verge of a fight and he wasnât the least bit scared. âOkay. Pissy. Youâve been pissy since you walked in last night.â
âNo Iââ he started and then stopped, blinking at David. They were both still naked, Porterâs shirt in hand but his pants nowhere to be seen. âWhat do you mean, last night? I wasnât here last night. I justâŠâ No.
David smirked. âGood morning, kitten.â
It was dawn. When he reached out with his senses, he could feel the sunlight outside the apartment. He had been late getting here last night and he must have lost track of time duringâŠ
Davidâs smirk fell, seeing something on Porterâs face. âItâs okay. You can crash here.â He finally got up, stretching.
âI canât stay,â Porter said, realizing it even before he understood it. Fuck. Heâd fucked up.
âWhy? Got a lunch date?â David walked into the attached bathroom, flicking on the light.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. He was so stupid. Heâd had a chore from the king last night that took longer than heâd expected. The fight had been ugly and heâd lost blood before healing. He should have gone out to feed but he knew David was expecting him and if heâd gone to eatâŠthat would have taken what time he had and he wouldnât have made it.
âFuckâŠâ
âPorter,â David said from the bathroom doorway, not joking anymore. âItâs okay. What do you need? If you want space, you can have my room to yourself. I wonât bother you.â
Porter shook his head. Feeling even more like a douchebag now that David was trying to be so accommodating. He probably had been an asshole tonight too. He had to clench his jaw to buy himself the seconds to choose his words. He didnât want to be the sort of person that snapped at his partners just because he was upset with himself. He shouldnât have come over, but that was already done. The sun was up and he was more or less trapped in Davidâs apartment until it went back down.
He could tough it out. He could sleep and just go hungry until tomorrow night. It wouldnât be pretty with his body already running on too little, but heâd gone longer without.
âTalk to me,â David said.
Porter bared teeth at him and then groaned and flopped back onto the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. He was fucked. He could hear Davidâs pulse like a neighbor with their base cranked up so high that it was thrumming through the walls. âI wasnât planning to stay the day,â he admitted.
âObviously,â David agreed, deadpan.
Porter pinched the bridge of his nose. âI havenât eaten.â
David smirked.
Porter threw a pillow at the shifter but he caught it easily. âI lost some blood earlier and then I didnât go out to feed so⊠Iâm going to be an asshole until I get out of here.â
Davidâs expression was unreadable for a stretch of seconds before his eyes widened a little. âChrist, are you hangry?â
Porter got up. âFuck off.â He found his underwear and pulled them on.
David leaned against the wall. âDonât you have a blood bank or something?â
âSuch luxuries are reserved for the weakâŠand the princelings,â he scoffed, finally locating his pants, not that he could get out of here now. âI feed myself.â Maybe he could take a walk through the building⊠chances are heâd find someone willing.Â
âThen why didnât you?â
âWhat?â
âWhy didnât you feed yourself?â
Porter looked at David and tried not to look at the bed. He failed.
Davidâs eyes widened. âAre you stupid? You came here to fuck instead of feeding?â
Porter could have said something poetic about feeding his varied thirsts, but he couldnât be poetic with Davidâs pulse practically against his teeth. âI thought Iâd have time to go after.â
âHow? Where would that fucking time come from?â He was really upset, brow creased. âHow long can you go without feeding? Whatâs going to happen?â
It was jarring to see his reaction. He wasnât sure what heâd expected, but it definitely wasnât this. âIâm not going to go feral, or anything,â he reassured, flashing a smile with teeth. âI promise not to try to kill you and your neighbors.â
David pulled on a pair of sweats. âThatâs not what I asked.â
Porter rolled his eyes, for some reason how upset David was getting over the situation was taking some of it off of his own shoulders. âIâm not going to die. Iâm just⊠running on empty.â He waved a hand around the words like it wasnât right but it was good enough. âHeadache andâŠedgy.â Edgy was a nice way of putting it, he knew.Â
He already felt the tension in his head, behind his eyes, and that ache in his limbs that made him want to run and chase anything and everything. It wasnât something he couldnât control, but it was going to make the rest of the day unpleasant. The headache would get worse, the empty feeling deeper, but he would survive and hopefully not completely blow up his relationship with the shifter in the meantime.
He realized David wasnât saying anything and looked up, surprised to find the other man just watching him. He still had that crease in his brow. âHow much do you need?â
Porter blinked and then raised an eyebrow. âWhy? You have bloodbags stashed in your fridge, lover?â
David didnât say anything, arms folded over that thick chest and sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
Porter was about to make another joke when he realized what his partner was thinking. He smiled. âReally?â
David frowned. âIf you try to kill meâŠâ
Porterâs grin dropped. âI wouldnât.â
David didnât look entirely convinced.
Porter would have taken offense if he wasnât so hungry. He held up his hand. âI swear I wonât.â He dragged his finger over his heart in two slashes. âCross my heart and hope to dieâŠâ
David rolled his eyes. âYouâre already dead,â he reminded.
Porter was on his feet in front of David, hand sliding to the side of his neck, thumb stroking his jaw. He felt the shifterâs strong pulse under his palm. âI wouldnât hurt you.â
David huffed a laugh, his pulse beating just a little faster. âDonât try to trick me into something Iâm already agreeing to, kittenâŠâ He kissed him.
It was enough to make Porterâs thoughts blank, his senses full of that contact and Davidâs pulse. Would he really let him taste him? Why did he think he was trying to trick him? What had that meant?
Porter nipped at Davidâs lower lip, scraping it with teeth but not breaking skin.
David jerked back a little, bearing his own teeth in playful warning. âIf weâre going to do thisâŠâ he said, unraveling from Porter and climbing onto the bed, up toward the headboard.
Porter was more than happy to follow him up the mattress.
âBehind me,â David said, when Porter was almost in his lap.
He paused, eyebrow raised and lip quirking. Again, he knew if he was running on more energy, heâd have a great remark for that⊠âIf thatâs how you like it,â he said, settling against the headboard and enjoying the new position. He gripped Davidâs hips and dragged him back into him, between his thighs. He moaned low at the sight of that exposed neck, dropping a kiss against his spine while his hands roamed bare sides and back.
âI told youâŠâ David said, voice low and steady, not betraying the rising beat of his heart. âIf you bite me, Iâll bite you back. This is the best way to keep that from happening.â
Porterâs hands paused. Heâd been enjoying this, and then those words sank in. And the earlier trepidation. âDaveyâŠâ he kissed his shoulder, fingers sliding up into the back of his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp while tipping his head farther to the side. He thrilled at the way David let him be in control for this. Usually he didnât want it and they were both very happy with that arrangement, but this was definitely interesting. He curled an arm around the other man, hugging him to his chest to get a look at his face when he asked. âDo you think this is going to hurt?â
The shifter turned his head to look at him, eyebrow raised. âI can take it, Porter. Youâre not the first vamp to bite me.â
Porter felt a jolt of something ugly at thatâat the idea of someone else running hands and teeth against his skin.
David smirked, leaning his mouth closer to Porterâs. âBut youâre the first one Iâm not going to rip apart for it.â
Porter would usually have enjoyed the threat of violence but this was leaving a bad taste. He traced one of the scars on Davidâs side before realizing why, fingers stopping. Bite. Not a clean crescent but a tear. David had fought vampires. He had been bitten before. He thought this was the same as that?
Porter inhaled, on the verge of being pissed when he realized not only had David expected this to be violentâŠhe was letting him do it. He had even put himself in a position so that Porter could hold onto him from behind, could bite and drink without David hurting him back. He was trusting him and sacrificing for him.
For him? Why?
âKitten?â David leaned back against him.
Porter jarred back to himself, hands back to wandering skin and head dipping to drop another kiss against Davidâs shoulderânot missing the way the big guy tensed but didnât pull away. âI would never hurt you,â he whispered against skin, devastated by how true it was when it escaped him.
âPorter⊠You need blood, so justââ
Porter sucked at the side of Davidâs throat, making his breath catch. He hummed against his pulse. âIâm going to bite you, but itâs not what you think itâs going to be,â he kissed higher, licking and already tasting him through his skin. He moaned softly, arms around him, chest flush to his back. âItâs not going to hurt. And youâll never have to fight me off.â
David relaxed slowly into him, dragging a deep breath and nodding once. He dropped his head to the side, onto Porterâs shoulder, offering him his throat.
Porter did not deserve that trust and he knew it wasnât something David handed out easily either. So why had he given it to him? What had he ever done to deserve it?Â
His throat burned with hunger and his chest burned with the need to live up to this moment.
He wasnât sure heâd ever been more delicate with anyone in his life, kissing and licking, looking for just the right moment. When he bit, David tensed, arching in his grip. Porter kept one arm around his chest, pinning him to him, while the other was in his hair. He drank slowly, pouring pleasure into that bite, his own body shaking at the rich, heavy power in Davidâs blood. It was enough that a younger vampire would have lost themself in itâwould have gotten greedyâbut Porter had been greedy for David long before blood was involved. What he wanted was those sounds his lover was making, and the way his hips started twisting.
Porter was hard and pressed shamelessly against Davidâs ass.
Davidâs hands grabbed at his arm. If he pulled, Porter would have stopped and let him go. But he didnât pull, he just held on.
âF-fuckâŠâ the shifter rattled out.
Porter swallowed another mouthful, headache long gone and limbs feeling like he could hold up the whole fucking world if he had to. Heâd never felt this good in his entire life, and he wasnât even sure how much of it had to do with the shifter blood and how much was just the shifter himself.
this is probably going to sound quite silly, but the small detail of lube + condoms in the recent tattoo au update felt inclusive to men who r in the fandom. i feel like a lot of the time, even with gender neutral writing, itâs still usually leaning toward the feminine side â but i donât place any blame!!! itâs hard to write sex scenes gender neutrally, and you canât please everyone. i just thought it was a nice detail and made it feel more gender neutral.
sorry for the silly ask, lol. thanks again :)
Not silly at all! I'm so happy to hear it, thank you for taking the time to let me know how it was hitting. Like you said, it can be tricky to write in a way that works for everyone so it's really great to hear that those details helped.
kind of the opposite question from last weekend. i'm working on fanfics but which of my own projects to focus on this week/weekend?? i'm fighting the strong urge to start a new thing. clearly i have plenty already going that need to get finished first.
tags: sex, explicitly steamy, sweet, tattoo au, trauma, is that a twist? <3
The Truth In Your Skin - 16
Darlin woke up slowly, no nightmares chasing them out of their sleep this time. That was happening more and more.
So was waking up to a heavy arm slung around them and Davidâs chest to their back.
Darlin would never have imagined themself as a little spoon before, but it was nice. Especially when they woke up first and started squirming their ass back against himâŠ
They were in a hotel room, with the impossibly poofy covers and giant pillows.Â
It was the first time theyâd gone away anywhere together and they were definitely a fan.
Davidâs arm tightened around them when he started to wake up. They smiled when other parts of him started waking up too.
He grumbled against the back of their neck. It sounded like a vague threat.
Darlin continued the slow roll of their hips, feeling him harden against their ass and giving them a clear target to grind against.
They felt his mouth pull into a smile against their shoulder, his chest rumbling with a slow laugh. His hand squeezed their side and then slid lower. âYouâre a hazard to good sleep,â he mumbled into their skin.
They hummed agreement, but didnât stop. âSoâŠkick me out of bed,â Darlin suggested, knowing he never would.
Davidâs hand slid lower, over his tattoo on their side and lower still, gliding over their hip and thigh until he was palming them through their underwear.
Darlinâs breath caught and the rhythm of their hips stuttered.
He kissed the back of their neck, fully awake now. âWhat do you want to do today?â he asked, type A personality to the core.
Darlin grinned, closing their eyes and rocking their hips between his hand and his hard on. âIâm doing itâŠâ
All of a sudden David had pushed the covers off of them and changed positions.
Darlin was on their back in the middle of that bed and David was sliding down between their thighs. They stretched out, looking down at him, and for the first time in a long time, able to look at their own body. Heâd finished the cover up and they loved it, loved the way heâd used his style by softened the edges to match the work theyâd already put on their skin. Everything on them flowed now, like one continuous piece. He was the part that connected theirs, making it all work. They were already talking about having him do the back of their thigh to wrap the work theyâd done on the front years ago all the way around.
His mouth moved down their stomach, thick fingers dragging their underwear off.
They moaned, lifting their hips to help.
âI hear the spa upstairs has a pool on th-the roof,â they said conversationally, his tongue tracing a tattoo on their inner thigh.
He rumbled something close to agreement against. âI could do a pool.â
âYou could do me in a poolâŠâ
David grinned and turned the attention of his mouth from their thigh to their sex.
Darlin arched, head pressing back into the pillow. âFuuuuckâŠâ
-
Going out of town a night early to get a hotel stay in had been a great idea. David was immediately a huge fan of hockey.
They had at least four hours before their friends would start showing up.
He could think of a lot of things to do with four hours.
First he was going to make them come, then he was going to fuck them into this mattress until they got sound complaints.
Their hand slid into his hair, fingers spasming against the back of his head. He pressed a hand against their thigh to hold them in place when they started spasming.
Darlin was a livewire. His livewire.
Rain pattered the window.
It had been raining that first time they metâthe day Darlin walked into his shop with their head down and hoodie up. His whole life had changed that day and he hadnât even known it.
âDav-DaveyâŠâ they gasped, writhing. âMoreâŠâ It was almost a plea.
He moaned against them, using a hand as well as his mouth now. He teased a saliva-slick finger against them, and then pressed it in slowlyâso slowly that their grip in his hair tightened and their sounds pitched. âFuck! Yes⊠Just⊠fuck⊠more,â they whined.
He had to lift his head to get a look at them now, enjoying this level of frustration. âHow much more, Darlin?â
They gasped air, body squeezing down on his finger. âAnother.â
David smiled, kissing their thigh and moving the finger in and out a few times before adding a second. He watched them rock against him, spread out on that hotel bed in the glow of morning light. They mewled. âMore⊠DaveyâŠâ They looked at him, their eyes dark with lust and a question.
His dick was already hard, but it ached at that look and the implication. Theyâd done plenty of stuff together but not quite that. Oral sex, hand stuff, and an incredible amount of grinding, but not this. âReally?â
Darlin shivered, their body clenching on his fingers involuntarily. âUnless you donât want to?â
David groaned, moving his fingers in and out. He nudged his chin up toward the bedside table. âGrab the lube and a condom.â
Darlin shivered, taking seconds longer to compute his words than usual. They looked up, toward the table and the bag there. Darlin had to stretch for it, but he never stopped pumping his fingers, the added movement actually making his partner whine and shiver. They swore when they finally gave up and just tossed the bag at him.
He pulled the bottle out and uncapped it, adding that extra slick to his fingers and still working them in and out.
Darlinâs whining sharpened. âFuck! I-I meant⊠I want youâŠâ they tried to string words.
He smiled, purposely not understanding now. Adding a third finger to stretch them.
They gasped, arching.
âThis is me,â he pointed out.
They whined, legs twitching. âYou know what I meanâŠâ
âDo I?â he asked, still fingering them.
Darlin clicked their teeth. âYou. I want you. I want your cock inside of me. I want you to pound me into this fucking mattress.â
His rhythm stuttered, his dick jumping at the words and the image conjured. âShitâŠâ He took his fingers out of them and was quick to get out of his underwear, using the same hand to stroke himself when he moved up the bed a little. He flicked the metal bar pierced into the sensitive skin at his base, making himself shiver a little.
They were gorgeous, stretched out with that crisp white sheet for a background to contrast all that ink on their skin. His ink there too. He rocked their hips together, grinding against them. âYou sure?â he asked, mostly teasing but also checking in.
Their whine was almost a snarl. âIf you think youâre going to make me beg againâŠâ
David had already torn open the condom packet and slid the latex on before they were done threatening him. He spread their thighs, tipping their hips to see their hole. Fuck. He pushed the head of his cock in, hissing at the tight hug. He pushed deeper. Deeper.
They moaned loudly, arms up to grab at the headboard.
He wanted to make them even louder.
He pushed all the way in, bottomed out and bent over them. For long seconds they stayed like that, pressed together as deep as he could get, watching their eyes roll back and kissing the fluttering moans off their lips.
They squeezed him, hips flexing, trying to move but pinned.
He drew his back and slammed down testingly.
Their eyes opened wide, a moan heaving from their chest like they couldnât stop it.
He did it again, and again, building a pace and hoping they got a fucking sound complaint.
They came around him, body spasming out of control, and he followed.
âYou feel so fucking goodâŠâ he panted into their neck.
They groaned, shuddering under him. âYour piercingâŠâ they started, still catching their breath.
He raised an eyebrow, worried for a second.
âGood. Really good,â they said. âWhen you push all the way, it flicksâŠâ they struggled to explain, too blissed out.Â
David kissed them. It definitely wasnât going to be hard to burn a few hours together before the rest of the group arrivedâŠ
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âAsherâs on his way,â Sweetheart called from the mainroom.
Milo was at his station, gloves on and his last client of the day in the chair. âTen minutes,â he called back.
The guy, Michael, smiled. âAm I making you late for something? I can come back,â he offered.
Milo smiled and shook his head, opening the sterile packed needle for the piercing. âNot at all, man. This wonât take long.â The client even brought his own piece for the piercing. He had enough ink to suggest he wouldnât be squeemish about it.
âKind of early to be closed on a Saturday,â he mused. âVacation?â
Milo swabbed the spot theyâd agreed on on his lip. âI guess. Weâre going to the hockey game. The drive is a little over an hour but weâre making a day out of it.â
Michael nodded.
The lip piercing went smooth, the metal ring he came with looped to the right side of his lip.
The bell on the shop door chimed and he heard Asher and Sweets talking in the other room. Asher wanted to get snacks for the drive.
Milo handed the guy a mirror to check it out.
âPerfect,â the client smiled.
Milo smiled back, but it felt forced. He wasnât sure why. The guy was nice. Maybe he was stressed about making everyone wait?
He waved off Milo walking him to the cash register and paid in cash right there, leaving a heavy tip. âThanks for getting it done for me. Have a great time at the game,â the client said.
Milo thanked him, told him something similar, but still walked him out.
He wasnât sure why.
Asher was cleaning up his station to get them going faster, talking about how he was starving to death the whole way.
Sweets locked the door and flicked off the front lights.
Milo looked at the cash in his hand. He could just pocket it. He usually would. Instead he hit the button on the register and crammed it into the drawer, like he didnât want it.Â
âYou okay?â Sweets asked, eyebrow raised.
Milo scratched his head but nodded. âYeah.â He huffed a laugh. âYeah.â
âHeâs probably hungry,â Asher prompted from the other room. âLetâs fucking GO!â
Milo rolled his eyes but grabbed his jacket. âIâm driving.â
âThe fuck you areâŠâ Sweetheart argued holding up his keys.
Milo laughed for real this time and snagged his keys from them. âYou always end up in an argument with Ash and trying to turn around in your seat. So letâs just skip the part where youâre in the driverâs seat this time!â
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He walked around the building to the back, tonguing that new piercing in his lip.
He opened the door and headed upstairs to the apartments. It looked like it might rain.
It was pouring the night they metânot a little rain but the whole sky just bearing down on the world like they might all drown.
In a way, they had. He had.
And if he was drowningâŠwell, he had never been going to go down alone.
When they met, they already had so many friends in common that it was like theyâd met before. Heâd seen their grin first, gleaming teeth and that snug piercing on one side. They were dripping wet from the storm like theyâd just jumped into a pool. Once inside the tattoo parlor, they stripped off their hoodie and wrung it outâtheir shirt went next with zero shits given to flashing all that skin.
They had been a walking, laughing middle-finger to the world back then.
Quinn had never wanted anyone or anything more in his life.
But heâd let himself get comfortable in their relationship. It was passionate, volatile, and perfect. And then Misfit had fucked it up. Theyâd ruined everything good the two of them had going on. But heâd had a couple years to think about it. To really think about everything he should have done.
It hadnât occurred to him back then that his Misfit would actually press charges. The two of them foughtâit was what they did. It was their fault for pushing it so far that time.
It didnât take long to pick the lock on the apartment door.
No one was home to turn a deadbolt or add a chain.
He walked in and closed the door.
He took off his shoes and hung up his jacket, noting one of theirs here.
He walked around the living room, looking at the couch, picking out where he thought his Misfit would sit. They werenât the same now, he knew that. Heâd broken them that night. Heâd used his teeth to rip away their smile.
Quinn flicked his tongue against his new piercingâthier piercing. It had always been his though, hadnât it? How many times had he kissed it? Licked it? Nibbled it? It was inevitable that heâd bite one day. They only had themselves to blame.
He walked into the kitchen and perused the cupboards and the fridge. He put a frozen pizza on the counter and set the oven to preheat.
He made his way down the narrow hall, poking his head in the rooms.
He found what he thought was the roommateâs room. Smaller and looking like no one had been there in a while.
The bathroom was tidy.
And the other roomâŠ
He dragged the covers off the bed slowly, like heâd unveil something, his mind wandering.
Quinn knelt on the mattress and leaned forward, hands to the sheets, sliding up like heâd be able to find exactly where their skin had been on this bed. He leaned down and breathed in the bedding, looking for them and hating how easy it was to find them still, even after years alone.
They had broken something in him too, and it had taken those years to figure out how to fix it, but he knew now. He knew what to do.
another spicy chapter in the college au fic! <3 <3
gavin/huxley
read the fic from the start on ao3. david/asher, darlin/sam, porter/morgan, gavin/huxley going on
Practice Makes Perfect - 16
By the time they got to the apartment, Darlin was oscillating between talking about going to sleep and trying to convince everyone to go back to the party with them.
No one listened.
They were not going back. They were getting inside, getting cleaned up, and sleeping.
David unlocked the door and Darlin finally unraveled from Huxley to push through into the living room. âAsher said you would make pancakes!â
âWaffles,â Asher corrected. âI said waffles.â
David did not miss the fact that Asher was also a little drunk.
âDo you want help with them?â Gavin offered, leaning against the doorway.
David shook his head. Heâd wrangled these two before. He had it down to a science by now. âNot unless you want waffles.â
âWaffles!â Asher cheered from inside the living room.
Gavin looked to Huxley, eyebrow raised and waiting to see what he wanted to do.
David hoped Gavin knew what he was doing. Heâd never known Gavin to be particularly serious about relationships, definitely not monogamous, and he really wasnât sure Huxley would be okay being something casual. But he didnât know. It wasnât something they ever talked about.
Huxley smiled. âI think weâre good. You guys have a good night. Give me a call if you need help though?â he said, worried, reminding David that he lived in the same building, just a floor above.
David nodded. âWill do. Have fun.â
Huxley blushed a little but Gavin smiled and caught his hand, drawing him toward the stairs.
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âSorry we didnât stay at the party for long, dude,â Huxley said.
Gavin laughed a little, grabbing the door to the stairwell. âI think it was plenty eventful, donât you?â
âYeah,â he said, walking through the door and heading up the stairs, one hand still fingerlocked with Gavinâs. âI canât believe Darlin fell through a tableâŠâ
âThe paramedic was hot though,â Gavin offered the bright side.
Huxley smiled. âI think Darlin was into him.â
âYou think? If they were coming onto him any harder, I think it would have been a crime.â
Huxley laughed, catching the door to his floor and holding it for Gavin this time. âDo you want to come in? We can watch something orâŠI can get you something to drink? OrâŠDid you want to go back to the party?â
Gavin leaned against the doorframe while Huxley fished his keys from his pocket. How could Hux be that hot and still that clumsy at flirting? Was he inviting him in to fuck or was he really just offering to hang out? Whatever it was, Gavin was interested, but it was hard to guess. âI do not want to go back to the party,â he assured, reaching out to tuck some stray strands of Huxleyâs hair behind his ear, making the other guy catch his breath and almost drop his keys. Gavin smiled. âUnless you do?â
Huxley was definitely blushing a little when he shook his head this time. âNope.â He unlocked the door and let it swing in, flicking on the lights and letting Gavin in first.
Gavin had been over before, but this felt different. He managed to keep his hands to himself, but it wasnât easy. He had a lot of thoughts about what to do next⊠âSunshineâŠâ He should start that conversation heâd been meaning to have earlier, before the party, before making out in the kitchen.
Huxley stepped closer, the door swinging shut behind him.
Gavin forgot his reasonable thoughts when the other guy stood that close, looking down at him like that, his gaze flicking between Gavinâs eyes and Gavinâs mouth.
âCan I kiss you?â
Gavin marvelled at how Huxley asked, like there was a world where Gavin would actually say no. âYes,â he nodded, smiling up at him. âAlways yes.â
Huxley smiled back, biting the edge of his lip for a second in a way that sent a jolt right down Gavinâs spine. They should have that important talk. They should have it before, right? Gavin had been thinking about this for daysâŠweeks⊠he had decided to have the talk and then make the move. But Hux was leaning down and Gavin was, in fact, a lot better at the moves than the talkingâŠso maybe this was better?
The kiss started slow, soft, questioning and escalated quickly. Gavin slid a hand into the back of Huxleyâs hair, gripping gently to pull him harder into that kiss, to angle in a way that had him sliding his tongue deep into Huxleyâs mouth. He moaned low, sucking, and Gavin moaned back, dick already straining against his jeans.
He wanted to get farther into this apartment. He wanted them in a lot less clothes and maybe horizontal. But he couldnât quite convince himself to break the kiss. Huxleyâs hands wandered, framing his sides and sliding down to his hips, fingertips sneaking in under the hem of his shirt to brush skin. It was such a gentle touch, searching for contact and asking if it was okay.
Gavin groaned, rolling his body against Huxleyâs before breaking contact to backpedal into the apartment. He took his shirt off before Hux could ask if heâd done anything wrong. He hadnât. He definitely hadnât. Gavin toed off his shoes and reached for the front of his own pants, thumbs hooked into the waistband and fingers ready to flick open the first button. He paused for a heartbeat, eyebrow raised and waiting for Huxley to react. If he hesitated, theyâd slow down.
Instead he caught his breath and nodded, pulling his own shirt off and following him into the hall.
They watched each other shed clothes as they moved past the livingroom, down the hall, toward the bedroom.
Huxley was down to his underwear and Gavin swore in appreciation at that jockstrap. He was all thick muscles and plush lines, a tattoo around right thigh and what looked like a big cock straining the last bit of fabric holding him down.
Gavin didnât make it to the bedroom. He closed the distance between them again, grabbing him by the back of the neck to bring him down into another hard kiss. âLook at you⊠fucking look at youâŠâ Gavin purred between kisses, gasping when Huxley moved his mouth to his neck, sucking and kissing.
Before Gavin could make the next moveâcould decide what that move wasâHuxley was sliding down to his knees in front of him, kissing down his stomach to the elastic band of his underwear. He caught it with his teeth but let it go with a snap and moved his face lower. Gavin almost forgot to breathe when he watched Huxley mouth his erection through the fabric, wetting it when he sucked at the side.Â
Gavinâs hand was still in his hair, his back hitting the wall with a gasp when Huxley continued to suck through the fabric. âOh shit⊠Yes⊠Fuck, yes, Sunshine.â
Huxley groaned against him. âI want to taste you,â he admitted on his breath. âI want you down my throatâŠâ
Gavin almost came, holding his breath and gripping Huxleyâs hair a little harder. He wasnât usually the one on edge like this. He definitely wasnât usually the one coming first. He liked to wait. He liked to drag out his own pleasure and compound his partnerâs. But here he was, shaking and completely out of control. And yet, Huxley was waitingâwaiting for him to tell him to do it.
âShow me,â Gavin said, unable not to encourage this.
Huxley gave his bulge another suck before sliding his hands up to his waist, catching the elastic of his underwear and finally dragging them down. Gavin arched off the wall to help, shivering a little at the complete exposure and Huxleyâs hot mouth on his naked hip. He moaned when fingers wrapped around his cock, unable to look away.
He had to get control of this situation or he was going to come in a matter of seconds.
It would probably help if he stopped watching, but that was never going to happen. He was going to print the memory of Huxleyâs mouth opening wide, his tongue stroking up his length and then his eyes⊠oh god, he looked up and held his gaze when he finally wrapped his mouth around him.
Huxley moaned around him, sucking him deep and soon working his head back and forth.
âFuck⊠Yes. Keep going. Your mouth feels so good,â he encouraged, mind reeling. Huxley was very good at this⊠Why had he expected him not to know what he was doing? âCan you take more, Sunshine?â He still had a hand in Huxleyâs hair but he wasnât guiding, just gripping.
Huxley moaned and pushed deeper, swallowing around him, taking him into his throat.
Gavin hissed at the tightness but nodded. âYouâre amazing. Your mouth is so hot. Yeah, look at meâŠâ Huxley did, looking up while his head continued to move back and forth, throat swallowing around him.
Gavin actually shook, so close it hurt. He pulled Huxleyâs mouth off of him and tackled him onto the floor of the hallway, kissing him like his life depended on itâor at least, his sanity. He wasnât sure heâd ever wanted anyone as much as he wanted Hux, and Gavin had wanted plenty. Huxley moaned, stretched out under him and rocking his hips up, lifting Gavin. He ground down, only Huxleyâs underwear between them now. He swallowed his moans, hands exploring skin and one sliding higher and higher, until he had his hand around that throat, feeling his sounds vibrating through his palm.
Huxley writhed under him, hands ghosting up Gavinâs thighs but not grabbing or moving him. He was leaving all the control in Gavinâs hands.
He moved down his body, kissing and biting a trail down his chest, to his waist, sucking a mark into his hip while his fingers curled into the band of that jockstrap. Huxley made the most amazing sounds, unhindered and rumbling deep from his chest. He lifted his hips when Gavin pulled that last piece of clothing off of him, freeing his hard cock.
Gavin forced himself to take a second, to just look at Huxley naked and laid out under him. They hadnât even made it to a bed. Hux was dragging deep breaths already, squirming like the desire was a living thing inside of him trying to get out. His half-lidded eyes found Gavin again, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his expression when he noticed the other guy studying him. âOhâŠIs⊠Is it too muââ He started, a hand moving toward his erection as if to hide it.
Gavin swatted the hand away and hoped his own expression adequately portrayed how insane that notion was. He leaned forward, dropping soft kisses against Huxleyâs hips, that heavy cock brushing his throat.
âOhâŠâ Huxley exhaled. âOh.â
Gavin smiled when he slid a little lower, settling between those thick thighs. âIâm going to make you come, Sunflower.â
Huxleyâs breath caught like he was going to try to say something, but it tore away into a moan when Gavin licked his way from base to tip. He liked to think he had this particular skill down to a science. He was usually pretty smug about it, but his heart slammed this time, more than eager to make sure he was having the same effect on Hux that he was having on him. It meant everything to him to hear those sounds, to feel his hips flexing out of control and see his arms curling over his head, like he was trying to hold onto himself.
Still sucking, he pushed one of Huxleyâs legs up, having him bend it at the knee. Just when he felt Huxley twitching, close, he lifted his head off of him.
Huxley shuddered and whined, gaze flying down to Gavinâs. âWh-What⊠Is it okay?â he asked, so exposed.
Gavin shivered, pressing his own cock hard against the floor under him as if that would keep it in check. âPerfect, so fucking perfectâŠâ He smiled, turning his cheek into that lifted thigh and biting softly. Huxley groaned, shivering again. âCan IâŠâ he stroked a finger down, past balls and farther back, until he brushed Huxleyâs ass. âJust one finger?â
Huxleyâs breath caught, his eyes flaring and his gaze dragging down to Gavinâs hardon. His mouth quirked and Gavinâs mind shot right back to the memory of those lips on his skin, that tongue on his cock. He twitched. The smirk grew and Huxleyâs gaze came back up to meet his. âYouâre gonna need more than one, manâŠâ
Gavin groaned, having to press his eyes shut for a second just to hold composure. It seemed like every assumption heâd made about Huxley was falling away. How had he not known he had this in him? Why had he assumed he would be inexperienced? He turned his face into Huxleyâs thigh and sucked a hickey there, dragging new sounds from the man under him. He was determined to find out everything about him, every reaction and every preference.
what happened to comments w reblogs ??? i used to have full conversations thru reblogs now yall just wanna like and move on like iâm some one night stand
