Oct 15, 2016
Inktober 7.
@aspidrun ‘s boi Kv.
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Inktober 7.
@aspidrun ‘s boi Kv.
@aspidrun ‘s Dealer. Think twice before you play with them !
My favourite Trash couple. <3 KV belongs to : @aspidrun Marni : @crow-call
Streams are just like my japanese animes. @aspidrun’s KV and my Henry.
A quick vignette for @aspidrun and @skizoh, set in the business AU.
Lazarus sips his drink, focus on the stage. The bass rattles the floor beneath, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and on the stage the dancers writhe to the beat. His arousal lays half-hard on his thigh, covered by the thin fabric of his dress pants. The whiskey leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and a calmness in his head, and he watches, gaze never parting from the tall man prostrated before him.
KV winks at him, sinking low, thighs spread. The bulge in his underwear is obvious in the flashing lights, the sparkle of the silver catching with each movement. One hand grips the pole behind him, pulling the muscles of his torso taught, his dark skin slick with sweat. The other slides along his leg, directing Lazarus’s attention to the strained erection barely hidden away.
Then he’s straightening his body, slowly, deliberately, making each second last ages. His heels clack audibly above the music, and he hops off the stage, landing close enough for Lazarus to smell the perfume wafting off him.
“You want something special?” Lazarus can’t hear him so much as see his lips move, a crooked smile curving up the side of his face. He nods, wordlessly, patting his lap in silent invitation.
The last of the whiskey drained, he drops the tumbler off the side of the couch. It shatters on impact with the tile floor, spreading glass that crunches under KV’s boots. The pink boa tickles his neck as KV climbs onto him, rocking their hips together before ducking his head low, connecting their mouths. Tongues come together. He groans and digs his nails into KV’s bare sides, lets the pressure turn to pain, hopes bruises will be visible tomorrow.
KV kisses Lazarus’s cheek, his jaw, planting a trail of wetness until he’s less than an inch away from Lazarus’s ear. Hot breath steams across his cheek.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you? Little,” he punctuates their height difference with a chuckle, “Russian man wants to stick his cock up a pretty bird’s ass, or am I wrong? Maybe it’s you who wants to be fucked, huh, darling? Is that it?”
Neither man makes any move to leave the chair. Lazarus keeps digging into KV until he can feel the indent of skin under his soothing fingers, and KV keeps thrusting against him, moaning as their bodies come into contact.
It’s good enough for now, the way they pulse together. He has no desire to leave. His hands slide to the small of KV’s back, and they kiss as the night grows to day.
okay, so I collected all of the “dumpster fire” silly sketches... I did not expect I have this much....
KV belongs to- @aspidrun
Marni- @crow-call
Bonus...
sorry about the long post.....
@aspidrun replied to your post : I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE CONSEQUENCES OF...
no risk no reward amirite
your DAMN right friend B))))
sooo...What's about Lazarus and Kv ?