#sintrick

[covetsd]

@sintrick​   >   assassin all but growls deep in his throat as he pushes fox back against the bed and swiftly straddles vulpes' hips - grinding down against him as animalistic noises grow more and more desperate. does he know fox has a thing for his voice? probably. more than likely. hands take fox's own, places them flat against bare torso - chest shuddering beneath the contact. "fox--fox please.... i need you--"

the mere drop of tone had been setting fox’s nerve’s alight for ages now, recognising it and immediately stoking the flames within his gut, sending goosebumps across his skin. mercury’s voice had always sounded nice to fox, a nice pitch with a raspy quality to it that made it distinctive. but used to growl at him like that when mercury was aroused ? it never failed to become intoxicating. that had been one of vulpes’ first impressions of him, that mercury fucked like he fought — hard and aggressive, but this state had so much more nuance to it now that he knew the wolf was capable of more. some part of mercury was a born fighter, and that was present in the way he loved too, the way he needed to be clawed into and desired in the only way fox knew how ; unequivocally. it sent a shiver up his spine thinking about how easily that particular growl could make fox’s willpower turn to mush, how once upon a time dropping that tone amidst beacon’s hallowed halls meant shoving mercury up against the nearest available broom closet.

hands placed upon torso immediately curled and raked down mercury’s chest in a fierce scratch, scarred lips quirking as hands naturally fell to his hips. he tilted his head up enough to catch mercury’s bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it playfully.   ‘   what was that, whirlwind ?   ’   teasing quip took on antagonistic nature, irritating smugness coating words as fox held his hips down and ground up, hardening length apparent even through their layers of fabric.   ‘   didn’t quite hear ya the first time.   ’   now he was just being obnoxious, but could you blame him ? the plea tasted bittersweet on ex - assassin’s mouth, like burnt honeycomb on lips starved for it. with swift movements vulpes flipped them over, now hovering over mercury and delving to the hollow of his neck to suck and bite. hands now intertwined with wolf’s own raised to pin them near his head.   ‘   need t’ be more specific, baby   —   want me to eat you out so good you forget how to talk ? curl my fingers into you ‘til you’re arching, begging for it ?   ’   a knee slid between mercury’s legs, fox’s voice uttered to flesh like the most hedonistic prayer.   ‘   —   or make you writhe on my cock ‘til the only thing you remember is my name ?   ’

[sintsgi]

@sintrick / @godtricks​​    »    lips and teeth drag over collarbones and down felid's sternum as assassin's hands hold her hips in scarred fingers as he oh so slowly drops to his knees and drags underwear down her thighs as he falls. sharp hues flicker up to watch her face before the assassin leans in and drags tongue - tongue bar and all - between heated folds of flesh with a hum in his throat.

      for  how  engrossed  in  her  scroll  blake  had  been  mere  minutes  before   ,   it ‘ s  very  quickly  tossed  to  the  side  the  moment  mercury  decides  otherwise.  eyes  have  been  locked  on  various  mission  boards  for  hours   ,  mindlessly  flipping  through  various  emails  in  regards  to  processed  missions   &.   well  done  messages  for  her  services.  it ‘ s  easy  to  block  everything  out   &.   focus  on  the  radio  static  in  her  head   ,   but  ah    ,   how  it  is  also  effortless  for  her  attention  to  be  redirected  in  a  mere  instant.  lithe  frame  melds  to  mercury ‘ s  without  second  thought   &.   she  can  already  feel  breathing  becoming  more  laboured   &.   audible  from  his  touch.  his  hands  on  her  waist  are  cold   ,   warming  on  contact  with  her  skin  but  not  without  dragging  a  low  groan  under  breath  in  the  process.  she  remembers  how  he  was  once  bullet  casings   &.   black  ice   ,   so  touch  averse  that  nightshade  never  dreamed  to  expect  this  out  of  him  now   :  when  their  lives  are  a  little  more  kind   &.  when  their  fangs  are  no  longer  poised  at  each  other ‘ s  throats  on  the  god  forsaken  threads  of  clashing  fates.  the  shared  happiness  that  they  deserve  all  safe  in  the  palms  of  their  hands.  

      huff   ,   pant.  blue  -  gold  eyes  watch  the  assassin ‘ s  very  move   ,   locking  eyes  with  him  as  scarred  digits  weave  into  gunmetal  strands  the  lower  mercury  descends   ,   taking  dark  purple  fabrics  with  him  without  a  care   &.   replacing  them  with  the  warmth  of  his  tongue.  felid ‘ s  back  arches  against  the  back  of  their  motel  couch   ,   eager  breaths   &.   flushed  cheeks  prompting  eyes  to  flutter  shut  as  the  scroll  in  her  hand  drops  to  the  floor  with  a  clatter.   ❝ mercury  . . . ❞  she  coos  in  a  tone  parroting  burnt  honeycomb   ,   voice  soon  trailing  off  into  a  gasp  as  warm  metal  of  his  tongue  ring  circles  around  her  clit   ,   lapping  ‘ round  welcoming  heat   &.   coaxing  languid  bucks  of  hips  each  time  a  particularly  cheeky  suck  sends  her  closer   &.   closer  to  an  edge  she ‘ s  certain  won ‘ t  catch  her  fall  in  the  end.  blake  won ‘ t  last  long  like  this   ,   not  when  her  boyfriend  is  practically  reciting  crude  poetry  between  her  legs.  how  cruel.

[covetsd]

@sintrick​   ›   "tell me--" the words are gasped against fox's skin as assassin clings to vulpes' hips, sharpened canines brushing 'gainst pulse point - back arching and body reacting to every shift of fox above him. "tell me--that again--say it again--"   ›   unscripted.

oh   ?   he hadn’t noticed that when he was still in beacon. he’d been coming to that realisation a lot lately, that the way mercury behaved in comparison to the smarmy, antisocial shit he’d been as a “ haven student ” had affected all aspects of his life. it had been hard for someone so intrinsically honest like fox to understand, this burden of living a constant lie. he’d come to realise that even tousled in the sheets like this mercury had been a completely different person, even if he had had those seconds of clarity, a few relieving moments without a mask. fox had been noticing it break away, bit by careful bit, the more time they spent together. it was different, having those feelings out in the open. mercury’s confession hadn’t technically been returned yet, but it was hard not to think of the looming emotions, the sheer daunting nature of the statement “ i love you ” when the wolf was like this, someone so naturally guarded in a moment of trusting vulnerability, just for him. it excited fox in more ways than he could fathom.

teasing and frustratingly spiteful as fox could be, he had always been a pleaser, pausing languid thrusts to place his free hand against mercury’s neck, not quite squeezing but just enough to feel his pulse in turn. the way he growled out mercury’s name had been in low, raspy octaves in the shape of a smile against lover’s flesh.   ‘   love the way you beg,   baby.   ’   another roll of hips, pleasure arching like lightning down his spine. the skin where mercury had lain canines sparked, making fox falter and groan, retaliating by upping pace. freeing mercury’s neck, fox shifted weight so that one could grip to mercury’s hips with almost bruising urgency, torquing hips and growling into wolven neck.   ‘   keep talkin’.   love feelin’ the way you writhe all desperate on my cock,   listenin’ to that pretty voice stutter ‘n’ moan.   ’   he could feel the way mercury’s body reacts, was always taking note of the every reaction to his words, his sounds, his actions. the hand on mercury’s hip rose up to lay over chest, heartbeat, and he wondered how he hadn’t noticed before, how fucking good sex was without that imaginary barrier between them, clear as day when he could feel mercury arch that beautifully.

‘   good boy.   ’

[covetsd]

@sintrick​   >   watches fox through his fringe as tongue is lathed against heated length, ensuring that the metal bar there drags along the underside of fox's cock as hands hold hips in place beneath him.

how fox indulged in pleasures had once been considered hedonistic, at least, enough so to prompt a good - humoured eye roll from teammates. fox barely crossed the threshold from one night stands to friends with benefits. he didn’t date, and he most definitely didn’t fall in love. it wasn’t as if he wasn’t open to the idea by any means, but the right person never came along, hadn’t taken the time to invest in him. for so long he’d just been a temporary pleasure, and he’d been fine with that. sleeping with mercury once the wolf had been open to the idea of something that wasn’t rough, and fast, and impersonal was a taste of something different. mercury kept coming back for more, and fox, naturally, had kept giving. that was a facet of him that never changed ; the want to be wanted, to be needed, to be someone’s safe space and to be relied upon. mercury, who needed no one, but wanted fox made him feel special. for someone so starved for the adoration, he’d eaten it up. fox gave, and gave, and gave, and that had been enough.

this was new territory they were exploring. vulpes wasn’t used to being spoiled, being focused on. it had always been mutual get offs or fox had taken the reigns, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. his body quaked some, as it always did to some degree when mercury touched him, feeling that familiar aura pulse against his own. breath laboured and heavy cut to a sharp gasping noise as he felt the warm muscle lave over hardened length, shuddery moan cutting through the air of the bedroom. eyes closed and crown of head ground into the pillows as he threw it head back, heels digging into tousled blankets when the sensation of metal on flesh induced the bucking of hips, refuted entirely by mercury’s hands.   ‘   baby   —   ’   endearment fell from fox’s lips without meaning to, as did so many other half formed thoughts halted by the slide of his tongue on vulpes’ cock. a hand moved down to mercury’s hair, running through and lightly clenching into the roots, trembling grip making apparent how thoroughly fox was enjoying himself.   ‘   p - please, mercury.   ’   panted groan, slight strangle of vocals, something akin to a breathy whine.    ‘   that feels so fucking good.   ’