Rating: MNote: Bruce Skell belongs to lexilisciousSummery:They met in messy kiss; teeth knocking again teethand hands clawing at the fabrics and layers of cloths that werein the way of skin on skin contact. Shirts were thrown in differentdirections, without a care, and jeans shed. The first touch of skinto skin had them wanting more.
They met in messy kiss; teeth knocking again teeth and hands clawing at the fabrics and layers of cloths that were in the way of skin on skin contact. Shirts were thrown in different directions, without a care, and jeans shed. The first touch of skin to skin had them wanting more. More friction, more kisses, more everything.
Xander slicked up his fingers, it wasn’t often he topped, and carefully slid a finger in, waiting a beat or two before starting to stretch him out. He peppered the skin in front of him with kisses, stopping to bite and nib whenever the impulse struck.
Satisfied with how wrecked they were he pulled away, taking in the sight of trembling legs, nails shifting between blunt nails and claws, eyes flashing between human and iridescent. With a tender smile he thursted in, not stopped until he’d bottomed out; lips claiming his, swallowing down each and every gasp, groan and moan. His tongue slid between their lips, mimicking his hips. Claw’s pricked as Xadner’s skin, a warning to steed up. But wasn’t what he wanted and that’s what tonight was all about. What he wanted.
Moving down the expanse of skin offered to him - a rare thing really - he nipped lightly, eyes flicking up to make sure it was alright. Meeting no resistance he bit harder and harder until he caused a reaction.
Picking up speed, and using Bruce’s hips as perch, his hips slammed back into Bruce, rocking them back against the headboard with each and every thrust.
Claws raked down his back, marking him and growls filled the room, Xander matching every single one of them. Pulling Bruce full against him, he rolled and re-situated them until Bruce was facing his, legs on either side, one hand digging into Xander’s shoulder, the other braced against the wall.
Xander groaned, a hand coming to tangle in Bruce’s curly hair, slamming their lips together, his free hand drifted down between then and wrapped a hand around Bruce and stroked.
Tearing their lips apart, Bruce hunched forward, biting his own arm, fangs piercing the skin. Xander moaned at the sight, hips faltering briefly, trying to match the brutal pace of rising and falling Bruce was setting.
It didn’t take much more between the hand on Bruce’s cock stroking him for all he was worth and the way he tightened around Xander with each thrust up had both boys at their wits end and coming undone. Bruce came first, Xander’s name pulled from his mouth as he growled out his completion. Xander followed soon after crying out Bruce’s name.
