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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
“K-Kitten…”
Porter stopped with the rich taste of David's blood on his tongue. He still had a hand to David’s chest, his pulse steady and his breaths deep. If he wanted to stop, they’d stop. He scratched gently at the shifter’s scalp, keeping him calm just in case. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, kissing his shoulder gently, smiling a little drunkenly. “You taste so good. I’ve got enough,” he promised.
David dragged another deep breath, shaking his head. He arched a little, pressing his ass back against Porter’s crotch. They both moaned. “Do you always get hard when you drink?” he asked.
Porter smiled against the side of his neck, licking the still bleeding wound. “Not always…”
David hummed, rubbing back against his hardon. “Do you want to do something about it?”
He shivered at the invitation. The wound had stopped bleeding. Shifters healed faster than humans, but he’d heal slower with less blood. “What are you suggesting?”
David turned his head a little to look back at him, eyebrow lifting. “You could fuck me while you bite me,” he said. And then his pulse jumped. “I mean…Unless that’s not how you…” He stumbled over his words.
Porter didn’t rush him. Blood loss had side effects. Even if he wasn’t trapped by the day, he wouldn’t be leaving David until he was totally recovered.
David scrubbed a hand over his face. “Give me a second, kitten.”
He kissed his neck, giving him all the seconds.
David hummed low in his chest and then, to Porter’s 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. “Davey…” 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 Porter’s pulse race with excitement.
David’s 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. “Sweetheart…”
“Mhm?” David nuzzled the side of his head, one hand still around his throat while the other moved up his thigh.
Porter’s 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. “Squeeze,” 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 David’s, 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.
David’s heart was still beating fast.
Too fast.
Porter felt like he’d suddenly woken up. David was trying to get him off–trying to do what he knew Porter liked–and 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 David’s 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 wasn’t hard, he was literally on top of him. Porter turned them, laying David on his back and straddling his waist. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck,” he swore at himself.
In a matter of seconds David was blinking awake again, frowning in confusion. “What–”
Porter kept hands on him, trying to ground and reassure him through contact. “You’re okay. Just take a second.”
“What happened?” He tried to sit up and Porter easily held him down.
“You fainted.”
David’s brow crease was back and his mouth twisted in a smirk. “No I didn’t.”
“You did.” Porter was not smiling back. He couldn’t believe he’d let this happen. “I know you’re new to bloodloss sex but…what the fuck?”
David groaned, closing his eyes again and rubbing at the side of his head. “Well, I didn’t expect to pass out,” 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. “I can’t believe I let you do that,” 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 wasn’t so preoccupied.
David sat up against the headboard, taking the bottle. “Sorry.”
That one word was like a kick to the chest. “Why did you…” 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, he’d even been asking for more and then…
He watched the shifter drain half the bottle of juice and take a few more breaths.
“Do you think I need to fuck like that?”
David’s 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. “What?”
Porter was on the bed with him again. “You suggested I fuck you but then… Sweetheart, do you think I need you to pin me to get off?”
The pause was the answer. David was choosing words, or considering that he had in fact thought that and maybe it was wrong. “You like it how you like it… and I am very happy to give it to you,” he said.
Porter really fucked this up. David had pushed himself because he thought he had to play a certain role for him. “I definitely have my kinks,” he acknowledged. “But it doesn’t always have to be… We can do it differently.”
David huffed like Porter was making something out of nothing now. “I am a fan of how we do things. Don’t worry about it.” He drank more juice.
“Do you like being the one fucked sometimes?”
David coughed on his drink and gave Porter a deathstare like he’d timed it on purpose. He had.
Porter pressed. “It’s important to me that you don’t do anything you don’t want to do–”
“I wasn’t.”
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.
“And I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do either. So, we’re good.”
“You still haven’t answered my question,” Porter pointed out.
David drained the last of the juice and put the empty bottle on the bedside table. “What question, kitten?”
“You know what question.”
David sighed. “I like a lot of things, but I don’t need them.”
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 wasn’t into?
He touched the side of David’s neck, the wound from his teeth healed over but still red. “In the future, I will take better care of you after I bite you,” he said quietly, like something just between them.
David huffed a laugh, his hand settling on Porter’s thighs. “I do not need you to take care of me.”
He watched him carefully. Their relationship had been built on casual sex–on 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 wasn’t the one taking care of everyone else? “Just because when we fuck, I like you to pin me down and make it hurt…doesn’t mean you have to always be in control of everything.”
“I like how we fuck,” 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 David’s jaw, keeping contact and affection so that he’d know this wasn’t a fight. “I know. I’m saying it’s 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?”
David held his breath, like he wasn’t sure how to respond. Did he think Porter was teasing him? Or bluffing?
“Or maybe if you want to ride me while you choke me…”
David blushed and looked away.
Porter felt himself growing hard again just at that surprising reaction. “I could bounce you on my–”
David forced a laugh. “Bounce me?” he asked, words dripping in doubt.
He blinked at his lover and then smiled slowly to flash his fangs. “Sweetheart, I think sometimes you forget what I am.”
“How can I forget? You just had your teeth in me.”
Porter stifled a moan at the memory, that blood still hot under his skin. “You know I can lift you, right?”
David scoffed, about to say something else–probably deflect again–when Porter moved. He switched their positions. David had to brace himself against Porter’s shoulders when the sudden shift made him dizzy. It wasn’t 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 didn’t. He had his back to the headboard and David Shaw was sitting in his lap, looking very surprised to be there. “Porter… You don’t have to–”
Porter squeezed those thick thighs through the soft sweatpants, sliding his hands under them and then slowly lifting the other man. David’s 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.
David’s breath caught, his dick hard. “Fuck…”
Porter grinned. “You like that?”
David blushed again, his heart beating faster.
Porter realized that David might have been fucked before, but it hadn’t been like this–he might never have even imagined this or how he’d feel about it. “We enjoy our favorite way of doing things together…but we can explore other ones too if we want.”
The shifter was quiet for long seconds, a low groan escaping him when Porter brought him down again, bumping their clothed erections together.
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.
“Who are you?” 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. “Who are you?” 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 didn’t budge. In fact, she pushed her chin up. “Did Florian send you? Are you meant to negotiate or be an offering? A snack, maybe?”
She exhaled and it became a laugh. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“Then what are you doing in my forest?”
“Yours?” 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. “Why…I’m going to grandmother’s house.”
Ever was amused but he didn’t show it. He might have to kill her, and he’d 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. “Are you the woodsman or the wolf in this retelling?”
Ever stared back. Her heartbeat was steady now and there was no fear in the air. Who the fuck was she? “Which would you rather?”
She grinned, leaning even closer. “Honestly? I’d rather the wolf. I can save myself, but I can’t eat myself…” 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 didn’t deserve this.
And laying in the aftermath of sex in David’s 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. “You okay?” he asked in that deep voice.
Porter closed his eyes. No. He wasn’t okay.
He got up fast enough that the shifter wouldn’t 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.
“I’ve got to go,” he said.
David raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the briskness it seemed. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you angry?” David asked.
“I’m not,” 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. Porter’s eyes caught on that throat for a split-second, a split-second too long, and he jerked his attention away, looking for his pants.
“I thought you’d relax after we fucked but you’re still edgy, kitten.”
Porter bared teeth, not sure if it was at the continued concern or the damn nickname David had started using. Porter hadn’t 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.
“What do you mean? I wasn’t edgy.”
David laughed, that dry laugh of his that suggested they were on the verge of a fight and he wasn’t the least bit scared. “Okay. Pissy. You’ve been pissy since you walked in last night.”
“No I–” he started and then stopped, blinking at David. They were both still naked, Porter’s shirt in hand but his pants nowhere to be seen. “What do you mean, last night? I wasn’t here last night. I just…” No.
David smirked. “Good morning, kitten.”
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 during…
David’s smirk fell, seeing something on Porter’s face. “It’s okay. You can crash here.” He finally got up, stretching.
“I can’t stay,” Porter said, realizing it even before he understood it. Fuck. He’d fucked up.
“Why? Got a lunch date?” David walked into the attached bathroom, flicking on the light.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. He was so stupid. He’d had a chore from the king last night that took longer than he’d expected. The fight had been ugly and he’d lost blood before healing. He should have gone out to feed but he knew David was expecting him and if he’d gone to eat…that would have taken what time he had and he wouldn’t have made it.
“Fuck…”
“Porter,” David said from the bathroom doorway, not joking anymore. “It’s okay. What do you need? If you want space, you can have my room to yourself. I won’t bother you.”
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 didn’t want to be the sort of person that snapped at his partners just because he was upset with himself. He shouldn’t have come over, but that was already done. The sun was up and he was more or less trapped in David’s apartment until it went back down.
He could tough it out. He could sleep and just go hungry until tomorrow night. It wouldn’t be pretty with his body already running on too little, but he’d gone longer without.
“Talk to me,” 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 David’s pulse like a neighbor with their base cranked up so high that it was thrumming through the walls. “I wasn’t planning to stay the day,” he admitted.
“Obviously,” David agreed, deadpan.
Porter pinched the bridge of his nose. “I haven’t eaten.”
David smirked.
Porter threw a pillow at the shifter but he caught it easily. “I lost some blood earlier and then I didn’t go out to feed so… I’m going to be an asshole until I get out of here.”
David’s expression was unreadable for a stretch of seconds before his eyes widened a little. “Christ, are you hangry?”
Porter got up. “Fuck off.” He found his underwear and pulled them on.
David leaned against the wall. “Don’t you have a blood bank or something?”
“Such luxuries are reserved for the weak…and the princelings,” he scoffed, finally locating his pants, not that he could get out of here now. “I feed myself.” Maybe he could take a walk through the building… chances are he’d find someone willing.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you feed yourself?”
Porter looked at David and tried not to look at the bed. He failed.
David’s eyes widened. “Are you stupid? You came here to fuck instead of feeding?”
Porter could have said something poetic about feeding his varied thirsts, but he couldn’t be poetic with David’s pulse practically against his teeth. “I thought I’d have time to go after.”
“How? Where would that fucking time come from?” He was really upset, brow creased. “How long can you go without feeding? What’s going to happen?”
It was jarring to see his reaction. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it definitely wasn’t this. “I’m not going to go feral, or anything,” he reassured, flashing a smile with teeth. “I promise not to try to kill you and your neighbors.”
David pulled on a pair of sweats. “That’s not what I asked.”
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. “I’m not going to die. I’m just… running on empty.” He waved a hand around the words like it wasn’t right but it was good enough. “Headache and…edgy.” Edgy was a nice way of putting it, he knew.
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 wasn’t something he couldn’t 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 wasn’t saying anything and looked up, surprised to find the other man just watching him. He still had that crease in his brow. “How much do you need?”
Porter blinked and then raised an eyebrow. “Why? You have bloodbags stashed in your fridge, lover?”
David didn’t 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. “Really?”
David frowned. “If you try to kill me…”
Porter’s grin dropped. “I wouldn’t.”
David didn’t look entirely convinced.
Porter would have taken offense if he wasn’t so hungry. He held up his hand. “I swear I won’t.” He dragged his finger over his heart in two slashes. “Cross my heart and hope to die…”
David rolled his eyes. “You’re already dead,” 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 shifter’s strong pulse under his palm. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”
David huffed a laugh, his pulse beating just a little faster. “Don’t try to trick me into something I’m already agreeing to, kitten…” He kissed him.
It was enough to make Porter’s thoughts blank, his senses full of that contact and David’s 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 David’s lower lip, scraping it with teeth but not breaking skin.
David jerked back a little, bearing his own teeth in playful warning. “If we’re going to do this…” 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.
“Behind me,” 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, he’d have a great remark for that… “If that’s how you like it,” he said, settling against the headboard and enjoying the new position. He gripped David’s 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.
“I told you…” David said, voice low and steady, not betraying the rising beat of his heart. “If you bite me, I’ll bite you back. This is the best way to keep that from happening.”
Porter’s hands paused. He’d been enjoying this, and then those words sank in. And the earlier trepidation. “Davey…” 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 didn’t 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. “Do you think this is going to hurt?”
The shifter turned his head to look at him, eyebrow raised. “I can take it, Porter. You’re not the first vamp to bite me.”
Porter felt a jolt of something ugly at that–at the idea of someone else running hands and teeth against his skin.
David smirked, leaning his mouth closer to Porter’s. “But you’re the first one I’m not going to rip apart for it.”
Porter would usually have enjoyed the threat of violence but this was leaving a bad taste. He traced one of the scars on David’s 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 violent…he 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?
“Kitten?” David leaned back against him.
Porter jarred back to himself, hands back to wandering skin and head dipping to drop another kiss against David’s shoulder–not missing the way the big guy tensed but didn’t pull away. “I would never hurt you,” he whispered against skin, devastated by how true it was when it escaped him.
“Porter… You need blood, so just–”
Porter sucked at the side of David’s throat, making his breath catch. He hummed against his pulse. “I’m going to bite you, but it’s not what you think it’s going to be,” he kissed higher, licking and already tasting him through his skin. He moaned softly, arms around him, chest flush to his back. “It’s not going to hurt. And you’ll never have to fight me off.”
David relaxed slowly into him, dragging a deep breath and nodding once. He dropped his head to the side, onto Porter’s shoulder, offering him his throat.
Porter did not deserve that trust and he knew it wasn’t something David handed out easily either. So why had he given it to him? What had he ever done to deserve it?
His throat burned with hunger and his chest burned with the need to live up to this moment.
He wasn’t sure he’d 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 David’s blood. It was enough that a younger vampire would have lost themself in it–would have gotten greedy–but 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 David’s ass.
David’s hands grabbed at his arm. If he pulled, Porter would have stopped and let him go. But he didn’t pull, he just held on.
“F-fuck…” 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. He’d never felt this good in his entire life, and he wasn’t 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, it’s still usually leaning toward the feminine side — but i don’t place any blame!!! it’s hard to write sex scenes gender neutrally, and you can’t 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 David’s 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 him…
They were in a hotel room, with the impossibly poofy covers and giant pillows.
It was the first time they’d gone away anywhere together and they were definitely a fan.
David’s 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. “You’re a hazard to good sleep,” he mumbled into their skin.
They hummed agreement, but didn’t stop. “So…kick me out of bed,” Darlin suggested, knowing he never would.
David’s 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.
Darlin’s breath caught and the rhythm of their hips stuttered.
He kissed the back of their neck, fully awake now. “What do you want to do today?” he asked, type A personality to the core.
Darlin grinned, closing their eyes and rocking their hips between his hand and his hard on. “I’m doing it…”
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. He’d finished the cover up and they loved it, loved the way he’d used his style by softened the edges to match the work they’d 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 they’d 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.
“I hear the spa upstairs has a pool on th-the roof,” they said conversationally, his tongue tracing a tattoo on their inner thigh.
He rumbled something close to agreement against. “I could do a pool.”
“You could do me in a pool…”
David grinned and turned the attention of his mouth from their thigh to their sex.
Darlin arched, head pressing back into the pillow. “Fuuuuck…”
-
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 met–the day Darlin walked into his shop with their head down and hoodie up. His whole life had changed that day and he hadn’t even known it.
“Dav-Davey…” they gasped, writhing. “More…” 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 slowly–so slowly that their grip in his hair tightened and their sounds pitched. “Fuck! Yes… Just… fuck… more,” they whined.
He had to lift his head to get a look at them now, enjoying this level of frustration. “How much more, Darlin?”
They gasped air, body squeezing down on his finger. “Another.”
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. “More… Davey…” 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. They’d done plenty of stuff together but not quite that. Oral sex, hand stuff, and an incredible amount of grinding, but not this. “Really?”
Darlin shivered, their body clenching on his fingers involuntarily. “Unless you don’t want to?”
David groaned, moving his fingers in and out. He nudged his chin up toward the bedside table. “Grab the lube and a condom.”
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.
Darlin’s whining sharpened. “Fuck! I-I meant… I want you…” they tried to string words.
He smiled, purposely not understanding now. Adding a third finger to stretch them.
They gasped, arching.
“This is me,” he pointed out.
They whined, legs twitching. “You know what I mean…”
“Do I?” he asked, still fingering them.
Darlin clicked their teeth. “You. I want you. I want your cock inside of me. I want you to pound me into this fucking mattress.”
His rhythm stuttered, his dick jumping at the words and the image conjured. “Shit…” 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. “You sure?” he asked, mostly teasing but also checking in.
Their whine was almost a snarl. “If you think you’re going to make me beg again…”
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 couldn’t 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.
“You feel so fucking good…” he panted into their neck.
They groaned, shuddering under him. “Your piercing…” they started, still catching their breath.
He raised an eyebrow, worried for a second.
“Good. Really good,” they said. “When you push all the way, it flicks…” they struggled to explain, too blissed out.
David kissed them. It definitely wasn’t going to be hard to burn a few hours together before the rest of the group arrived…
-
“Asher’s on his way,” Sweetheart called from the mainroom.
Milo was at his station, gloves on and his last client of the day in the chair. “Ten minutes,” he called back.
The guy, Michael, smiled. “Am I making you late for something? I can come back,” he offered.
Milo smiled and shook his head, opening the sterile packed needle for the piercing. “Not at all, man. This won’t take long.” The client even brought his own piece for the piercing. He had enough ink to suggest he wouldn’t be squeemish about it.
“Kind of early to be closed on a Saturday,” he mused. “Vacation?”
Milo swabbed the spot they’d agreed on on his lip. “I guess. We’re going to the hockey game. The drive is a little over an hour but we’re making a day out of it.”
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.
“Perfect,” the client smiled.
Milo smiled back, but it felt forced. He wasn’t 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. “Thanks for getting it done for me. Have a great time at the game,” the client said.
Milo thanked him, told him something similar, but still walked him out.
He wasn’t 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 didn’t want it.
“You okay?” Sweets asked, eyebrow raised.
Milo scratched his head but nodded. “Yeah.” He huffed a laugh. “Yeah.”
“He’s probably hungry,” Asher prompted from the other room. “Let’s fucking GO!”
Milo rolled his eyes but grabbed his jacket. “I’m driving.”
“The fuck you are…” Sweetheart argued holding up his keys.
Milo laughed for real this time and snagged his keys from them. “You always end up in an argument with Ash and trying to turn around in your seat. So let’s just skip the part where you’re in the driver’s seat this time!”
-
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 met–not 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 drowning…well, he had never been going to go down alone.
When they met, they already had so many friends in common that it was like they’d met before. He’d seen their grin first, gleaming teeth and that snug piercing on one side. They were dripping wet from the storm like they’d just jumped into a pool. Once inside the tattoo parlor, they stripped off their hoodie and wrung it out–their 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 he’d let himself get comfortable in their relationship. It was passionate, volatile, and perfect. And then Misfit had fucked it up. They’d ruined everything good the two of them had going on. But he’d had a couple years to think about it. To really think about everything he should have done.
It hadn’t occurred to him back then that his Misfit would actually press charges. The two of them fought–it was what they did. It was their fault for pushing it so far that time.
It didn’t 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 weren’t the same now, he knew that. He’d broken them that night. He’d used his teeth to rip away their smile.
Quinn flicked his tongue against his new piercing–thier piercing. It had always been his though, hadn’t it? How many times had he kissed it? Licked it? Nibbled it? It was inevitable that he’d 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 roommate’s room. Smaller and looking like no one had been there in a while.
The bathroom was tidy.
And the other room…
He dragged the covers off the bed slowly, like he’d unveil something, his mind wandering.
Quinn knelt on the mattress and leaned forward, hands to the sheets, sliding up like he’d 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. “Asher said you would make pancakes!”
“Waffles,” Asher corrected. “I said waffles.”
David did not miss the fact that Asher was also a little drunk.
“Do you want help with them?” Gavin offered, leaning against the doorway.
David shook his head. He’d wrangled these two before. He had it down to a science by now. “Not unless you want waffles.”
“Waffles!” 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. He’d never known Gavin to be particularly serious about relationships, definitely not monogamous, and he really wasn’t sure Huxley would be okay being something casual. But he didn’t know. It wasn’t something they ever talked about.
Huxley smiled. “I think we’re good. You guys have a good night. Give me a call if you need help though?” he said, worried, reminding David that he lived in the same building, just a floor above.
David nodded. “Will do. Have fun.”
Huxley blushed a little but Gavin smiled and caught his hand, drawing him toward the stairs.
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“Sorry we didn’t stay at the party for long, dude,” Huxley said.
Gavin laughed a little, grabbing the door to the stairwell. “I think it was plenty eventful, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” he said, walking through the door and heading up the stairs, one hand still fingerlocked with Gavin’s. “I can’t believe Darlin fell through a table…”
“The paramedic was hot though,” Gavin offered the bright side.
Huxley smiled. “I think Darlin was into him.”
“You think? If they were coming onto him any harder, I think it would have been a crime.”
Huxley laughed, catching the door to his floor and holding it for Gavin this time. “Do you want to come in? We can watch something or…I can get you something to drink? Or…Did you want to go back to the party?”
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. “I do not want to go back to the party,” he assured, reaching out to tuck some stray strands of Huxley’s hair behind his ear, making the other guy catch his breath and almost drop his keys. Gavin smiled. “Unless you do?”
Huxley was definitely blushing a little when he shook his head this time. “Nope.” 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 wasn’t easy. He had a lot of thoughts about what to do next… “Sunshine…” He should start that conversation he’d 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 Gavin’s eyes and Gavin’s mouth.
“Can I kiss you?”
Gavin marvelled at how Huxley asked, like there was a world where Gavin would actually say no. “Yes,” he nodded, smiling up at him. “Always yes.”
Huxley smiled back, biting the edge of his lip for a second in a way that sent a jolt right down Gavin’s spine. They should have that important talk. They should have it before, right? Gavin had been thinking about this for days…weeks… 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 talking…so maybe this was better?
The kiss started slow, soft, questioning and escalated quickly. Gavin slid a hand into the back of Huxley’s hair, gripping gently to pull him harder into that kiss, to angle in a way that had him sliding his tongue deep into Huxley’s 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 couldn’t quite convince himself to break the kiss. Huxley’s 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 Huxley’s before breaking contact to backpedal into the apartment. He took his shirt off before Hux could ask if he’d done anything wrong. He hadn’t. He definitely hadn’t. 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, they’d 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 didn’t 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. “Look at you… fucking look at you…” Gavin purred between kisses, gasping when Huxley moved his mouth to his neck, sucking and kissing.
Before Gavin could make the next move–could decide what that move was–Huxley 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.
Gavin’s hand was still in his hair, his back hitting the wall with a gasp when Huxley continued to suck through the fabric. “Oh shit… Yes… Fuck, yes, Sunshine.”
Huxley groaned against him. “I want to taste you,” he admitted on his breath. “I want you down my throat…”
Gavin almost came, holding his breath and gripping Huxley’s hair a little harder. He wasn’t usually the one on edge like this. He definitely wasn’t usually the one coming first. He liked to wait. He liked to drag out his own pleasure and compound his partner’s. But here he was, shaking and completely out of control. And yet, Huxley was waiting–waiting for him to tell him to do it.
“Show me,” 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 Huxley’s 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 Huxley’s 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.
“Fuck… Yes. Keep going. Your mouth feels so good,” he encouraged, mind reeling. Huxley was very good at this… Why had he expected him not to know what he was doing? “Can you take more, Sunshine?” He still had a hand in Huxley’s hair but he wasn’t guiding, just gripping.
Huxley moaned and pushed deeper, swallowing around him, taking him into his throat.
Gavin hissed at the tightness but nodded. “You’re amazing. Your mouth is so hot. Yeah, look at me…” 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 Huxley’s mouth off of him and tackled him onto the floor of the hallway, kissing him like his life depended on it–or at least, his sanity. He wasn’t sure he’d 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 Huxley’s 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 Gavin’s thighs but not grabbing or moving him. He was leaving all the control in Gavin’s 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 hadn’t 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. “Oh…Is… Is it too mu–” 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 Huxley’s hips, that heavy cock brushing his throat.
“Oh…” Huxley exhaled. “Oh.”
Gavin smiled when he slid a little lower, settling between those thick thighs. “I’m going to make you come, Sunflower.”
Huxley’s 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 Huxley’s 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 Gavin’s. “Wh-What… Is it okay?” he asked, so exposed.
Gavin shivered, pressing his own cock hard against the floor under him as if that would keep it in check. “Perfect, so fucking perfect…” He smiled, turning his cheek into that lifted thigh and biting softly. Huxley groaned, shivering again. “Can I…” he stroked a finger down, past balls and farther back, until he brushed Huxley’s ass. “Just one finger?”
Huxley’s breath caught, his eyes flaring and his gaze dragging down to Gavin’s hardon. His mouth quirked and Gavin’s mind shot right back to the memory of those lips on his skin, that tongue on his cock. He twitched. The smirk grew and Huxley’s gaze came back up to meet his. “You’re gonna need more than one, man…”
Gavin groaned, having to press his eyes shut for a second just to hold composure. It seemed like every assumption he’d 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 Huxley’s 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.
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