Bright Eyes

[ Independent OC RP Blog for all my characters from several accounts. I don't make welcome posts or reply to welcome posts anymore. ]

[tsunderetits]

[psychotic-romeo]

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

“I fucking hate you,” he groaned, dropping his head down and looking defeated. His body tensed as hands journeyed over his spine, causing goose flesh to cover his skin when they skirted over his sensitive lower back. Pride almost completely forgotten, his effort to hold back noises proved futile. Engrossed with what Roman was doing to him, he hardly took notice that he was being crushed into the mattress. 

One of his hands gripped the duvet as he gasped, back arching further than what was comfortable. 

He hated how excited he felt when Roman shifted them, cock now pressed against his backside. Feeling like he was coming out of a haze, he blinked away some of the fog. Aspen let out a sound of irritation, both hands clawing his bedspread now as he pushed back. He was already going to feel humiliated enough tomorrow when he woke up. He would not beg. 

“No. Just do it,” the blonde tried to snap but it came out more like a whine. That didn’t count as begging right?

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

He couldn’t make himself get into the position Roman wanted on his own like a whipped bitch-- somehow it was easier to accept if he goaded the other into forcing him into it. He would still get what he wanted but didn’t sacrifice being argumentative about it. Some twisted little part of him got high off the fighting, the competition, and the rough way Roman tossed him around with little care. 

His hands flew out to catch himself before he face planted into the mattress where Roman had shoved him. Nervous tension pooled in his belly as he stilled, unsure of what Roman was doing behind him but hearing shifting fabric and the warmth of the other’s body as he hovered above. 

Something akin to a squeak came from the blonde, much to his chagrin. Cold lube and the unexpected intrusion had given him a shock. He whipped his head around to shoot daggers at Roman with his eyes, knowing it had been done just to fuck with him.

“Fucking asshole,” He barked, voice shaky. Aspen turned his face away again quickly, afraid he might be blushing-- heaven forbid. His hips shifted slightly, eager for more and the fact that he’d held back any moans was a testament to his willpower. Oh god did he want to get fucked. 

“I didn’t change my mind,” was his barely audible muttered reply. 

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

His eyes watered from the thrusts into his throat almost making him gag. Aspen surprisingly didn’t  complain after Roman pulled him back. He knew he had oral talents-- it’s not like it was difficult considering he had the same equipment and was usually pretty enthusiastic about giving pleasure. With Roman though, he’d mostly just wanted to prove a point. He just wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood, forcing Roman to back up slightly so he could pick up the discarded bottle of lube and thrust it back into the other’s hands. 

“You use that or I am going to kill you,” Aspen threatened with all seriousness to his voice, gripping Roman’s chin tightly between his thumb and index finger. His eyes blazed, heated from his desire and his anger. He let his hand travel down to squeeze Roman’s throat, maybe as a warning or maybe because he hadn’t forgotten what this did to the other. Aspen pressed forward to stand further in Roman’s space, chest to chest, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he flexed it, frustrated that he was put in this position (pun intended) but wouldn’t call it quits just because he felt like his pride was going to be bruised for it later. Instead of putting up anymore of a fuss, he leaned forward to close the gap between their mouths and kissed Roman-- almost sweetly.

Releasing the hold he had on Roman’s throat, he pushed the last of his own clothing down his hips and kicked them off to the side.

“I said I didn’t want you ordering me around. So make me,” He said with the beginnings of a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

“Oh,” he sighed, practically purring as Roman tickled his neck with kisses and stroked the neediest part of him. Unfortunately, the pace was frustratingly slow and the biting only making him quiver for more and then, to his utter dismay, it stopped entirely as the other’s hand and mouth pulled away. Aspen almost growled like a petulant child at that, having half a mind to wrench Roman’s hand back in place.

Aspen stopped himself only to consider what Roman was saying. He was torn. Aspen desperately wanted to get off and was outrageously turned on by Roman but even as tipsy as he still felt, he was a little hesitant to just enthusiastically bottom to Roman of all people. His inner monologue over the conflict lasted all of five seconds before he pushed away from his ex-roommate and crawled across the bed to rifle through the nightstand on the other side. Fuck it, you only live once.

A small tube was retrieved and he glared as he tossed it towards Roman’s chest, turning to return to where Roman knelt.

“You know what to do with that, yeah?” Whether he was referring to the lube or Roman’s cock was left up to interpretation. Aspen had no idea how much experience his ex-roommate might have in this area either way. He licked his lips, gaze dropping low on Roman. Leaning back, Aspen draped his legs off the side of the mattress on either side of Roman and leaned back on his elbows to look back up at the other expectantly.

[thegrimmgod]

Eyes widened in shock. He hadn’t expected to end up in this position, but it wasn’t exactly unpleasant... not that Aspen would voice that thought aloud.

Without replying to Roman, opting to just roll his eyes as a response, he flicked his tongue out over the head pressing against his mouth. Aspen smirked at the amount of precum and popped his mouth open, taking the shaft halfway as he sucked and swirled his tongue. He wasn’t going to bother with teasing, as eager as he was to get to the main course. Slow wasn’t something Roman probably did anyway.

He “hmm’d” to himself as he took the other’s cock deeper into his mouth, his own hand traveling south to stroke himself through the last bit of clothing he was wearing. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him; he’d wanted his mouth all over Roman since they’d chatted at the bar and he was getting his wish. Maybe not exactly how he’d imagined it...

Aspen considered himself pretty equally attracted to men and women but when it came to Roman, everything seemed to be a turn on. Even arguing managed to get him hot and bothered. If they weren’t fucking in the next five minutes he’d probably cry. Kidding. Maybe.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

“Oh,” he sighed, practically purring as Roman tickled his neck with kisses and stroked the neediest part of him. Unfortunately, the pace was frustratingly slow and the biting only making him quiver for more and then, to his utter dismay, it stopped entirely as the other’s hand and mouth pulled away. Aspen almost growled like a petulant child at that, having half a mind to wrench Roman’s hand back in place.

Aspen stopped himself only to consider what Roman was saying. He was torn. Aspen desperately wanted to get off and was outrageously turned on by Roman but even as tipsy as he still felt, he was a little hesitant to just enthusiastically bottom to Roman of all people. His inner monologue over the conflict lasted all of five seconds before he pushed away from his ex-roommate and crawled across the bed to rifle through the nightstand on the other side. Fuck it, you only live once.

A small tube was retrieved and he glared as he tossed it towards Roman’s chest, turning to return to where Roman knelt.

“You know what to do with that, yeah?” Whether he was referring to the lube or Roman’s cock was left up to interpretation. Aspen had no idea how much experience his ex-roommate might have in this area either way. He licked his lips, gaze dropping low on Roman. Leaning back, Aspen draped his legs off the side of the mattress on either side of Roman and leaned back on his elbows to look back up at the other expectantly.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[wohltonend]

Callous hands hung at his side as Roman watched the other with hunger. Mixed-matched hues kept themselves locked on Aspen’s own, half lidden and full of ill-intent. He knew Aspen had a pride. A cute one, that didn’t hold up strong most days, but a pride nonetheless and it just tickled Roman silly to watch the other preform in such a manner. Roman wouldn’t admit it just how much Aspen absolutely ruined him in the most carnal of manners.

“Is there a problem?” Roman’s tone snaked between a purr and a command.

Not once did he break eye contact, even as he removed his shirt completely, un-belted his jeans, and shoved Aspen onto to the bed. There was an odd air that surrounded Roman in that moment as is stood at the edge. It was less angry than every moment that had moved him prior. Almost as if he were… Admiring Asp—

“—Take your fucking pants off.”

It was a short lived moment.

Alcohol never made a decent man of Roman. No decent man would watch with such a hostile stare, not as one removed everything but their briefs, only to continue watching as they palmed their own cock. His chest heaved slightly, his claw clenching with both relief and strain. His member pressed against his well-fitting boxer-briefs to reveal just how painfully hard he was. Poor Aspen…

[thegrimmgod]

Aspen fell back with an oomph, bouncing only slightly on his plush mattress (he had paid handsomely for restful sleep). He didn’t immediately react to Roman’s command and ground his teeth as his temper flared for a moment. He didnt like to be told what to do— by Roman, at least.

Sucking it up though, Aspen tugged his own shirt off and tossed it behind him, only meeting Roman’s eyes when he started to wiggle out of his jeans and pushed them off and onto the floor. He *may* have made a bit of a show of it, taking his time to lift his hips up as the fabric uncovered the real prize. If there was any part of him to be admired it would be his legs. He ran almost every morning and biked some weekends when the weather was nice. The result were tan, lean legs and an ass you could bounce a coin off of.

Aspen hooked those legs around Roman’s waist and pulled. Now within arms reach, he leaned forward to grab the back of the raven’s neck, bringing his head down for a searing kiss.

“Don’t give me orders,” He growled against Roman’s mouth, bruising already bruised lips with a bite.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

“I want to fuck,” Aspen offered as a response. He wasn’t about to say yes to that question. He was close to panting now, his breath hitching anytime Roman’s hands tightened on his body. He, too, clearly wanted this but that didn’t mean he’d stoop to saying ever-so-sweetly “yes, Roman, I want you to fuck me, any where you want, however you want”. He had his pride.

With great reluctance, Aspen shook himself out of Roman’s grasp and gripped the other boy’s hands. He walked backwards toward his bedroom, pulling his sexy raven-haired cargo along. Upon entering the threshold, he tugged Roman closer and proceeded to begin de-clothing his guest. Chilly hands pushed underneath Roman’s shirt to remove it and the path his hands trailed over the other’s stomach and chest was followed by a few kisses.

“Holy fuck you’re…” smoking hot? Built like you could lift me with a pinky finger? This Roman was not the same skinny kid he’d known before. He wasn’t sure if he was turned on or scared. His hands kept trailing over Roman’s abs absentmindedly as he appreciated the other’s physique.

Instead of finishing his thought, he just groaned, cursing again under his breath and pulling Roman farther into the room.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

Breath hiked, both from the pain of having his arm twisted behind him and from the pleasure the same act brought. From his new position, Aspen was rendered unable to do much besides react. Another wave of blissful anger roll through him after that thought. 

His free hand splayed out on the wall he had been so ungracefully shoved against. He tested Roman’s hold on him, pulling slightly against the hand gripping him, but Roman had become ripped over the years since they’d last seen each other and it was apparent. Aspen wasn’t weak by any means. He frequented the gym and stayed active but in terms of strength, the retired emo had him beat. 

“I haven’t decided yet,” He snapped, defaulting to anger whenever he was cornered by the other-- in this instance, quite literally. Roman was assaulting all of his senses and now he was caged in with no recourse. Aspen would be an idiot though if he didn’t recognize what was pressing against his ass and his temper simmered slightly with the knowledge that Roman was as aroused as he was.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

Hands gripped at Roman’s hips, fingernails digging in where they found purchase in the flesh beneath the raven’s shirt. Aspen pulled so their bodies would press closer. He’d “allow” himself to be pushed up against a wall for now, Roman had all but locked him in anyways. 

He put his strength into the kiss, biting the soft skin of Roman’s lips but not breaking skin. The hands clutching the other’s waist were released and moved upwards over abdominal muscles. He teasingly left them to rest on Roman’s throat but ended their journey by snaking them through black locks and holding firm. He pulled roughly, enough to make his neck arch back. Aspen made a pleased rumble in the back of his throat as he descended, sucking and biting at Roman’s pulse and the exposed skin at his collar.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

Aspen’s heart rate picked up the longer their stare down lasting, neither one wanting to close that last little bit of space. “Want” was a poor choice of words. Neither one was willing to be the first to cave. But Aspen wanted it bad. He clenched his teeth, growing angry at Roman’s stubbornness or his own, he wasn’t sure.

The emotion made him straighten abruptly to regain that bit of height back and he pushed at Roman’s shoulders hard to force his back against the front door they’d just entered from. No more stupid small talk.

Finally he closed the space, a self-satisfied smile on his lips as his met Roman’s in a bruising kiss. Aspen had caved, sure, but that didn’t make him the “loser.” He was coming out on top now.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

“I do,” Aspen breathed, tensing as Roman hovered behind him.Their interactions throughout the night stayed surprisingly pleasant for the most part and he’d be a total airhead if he had missed the flirting. But it was Roman. Nothing was going to come of that. 

Right?

Aspen turned around without stepping back so that the space between them didn’t widen. Without his shoes on, he suddenly felt dwarfed, though their difference in height was fairly minimal otherwise. It took a lot of willpower not to straighten up to regain the half inch his soles had provided previously.

“Do you need a tour?” Much to his chagrin, Aspen’s voice came out shaky. His eyes moved to the to peer at the living room they were standing at the edge of. It was a two bedroom, one bath house so its not like there was much that could be shown anyway.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

“I hold my own just fine, but keep talking and I’ll purposely puke on your lap just to spite you,” He snapped, but the threat was empty. He felt pleasantly warm now, only a little disoriented, and could have probably taken a nap if it wasn’t for the sudden movement of the vehicle.

Aspen sat quietly for the ride, gripping his seat only whenever he felt like they were flirting with Death—which wasn’t as often as he expected. Closer to his home, he perked up, pointing out the turns and telling Roman to just park in the driveway. He jumped out of his seat, remembering to grab his phone before he exited, and walked up the path to his front door.

Keys jangled as he removed them from his pocket and unlocked the door, but he paused before pushing it open.

“Don’t pet the cat,” Aspen warned gravely. Warm air hit him as he gave the other entrance to his house. He kicked his shoes off and pushed them aside. No shoes in the house wasn’t a rule he made guests follow but he liked cleaned floors so he usually would.

“Welcome, I guess.” He gestured to the space. It occurred to him that he didn’t remember inviting Roman here, but here the other stood anyways.

Pancakes the cat was blessedly absent. For now.

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

Aspen grunted as his fully grown, adult body was hoisted onto another man’s shoulder unexpectedly. This was new. At this point in his stupor everything was mostly just funny though so where he’d usually get mad and start kicking Roman to set him down, he just laughed.

“Lightweight and light weight I guess,” He joked about how easily Roman had lifted him. His new position in the air did nothing for his nausea however and he was grateful when his body hit the seat.

“If ya don’t want me to vomit you shouldn’t be swingin’ me around. I’ll pay for jack shit if you’re the one responsible.” He laid there where he’d landed for a few blissful seconds before lifting himself into a seated position.

Aspen turned his head to Roman, blinking slowly as he considered the daunting task of giving directions. Instead of answering right away he unlocked his phone and navigated to Google Maps, clicking the address labeled as Home and handing it to Roman.

“There. Make haste, driver,” Aspen said in the most regal of tones. “And you may continue to refer to me as royal highness. I like it.”

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

Aspen’s rambling (because let’s admit it, Aspen was the more chatty one between the two) was briefly interrupted by the hand on his thigh. Roman’s hand. On. His. Thigh.

He didn’t remember what he’d just said. His entire nervous system seemed to zero in on the contact between them and his inner dialogue was just the constant repetition of “what the fuck.” He took the shot robotically, standing up with Roman as if he was preprogrammed to.

“See it?” See what? He blinked, mouth slightly agape as he tried to remember what they’d been talking about. “My house?”

what the fuck what the fu--

“Sure. My house. Us. Seeing it.” Aspen followed like a fucking dog after Roman. That stupid smile but especially that stupid wink was doing unholy things to Aspen’s psyche. But the teasing remark registered, bringing him back somewhat to reality. “What are you gonna do, kill me? Or worse, make a mess...”

He stumbled, nearly having another meeting between his face and some pavement, but steadied himself by grabbing Roman’s arm.

“Shit, sorry. I think I had a lot to drink,” He laughed, forehead pressing into the raven’s shoulder to stop some of the spinning he was feeling. “Drive and I’ll point the way? I think I can do that.”

[thegrimmgod]

for lack of a better title

[thegrimmgod]

The hair combing and knee knocking was throwing Aspen off, so was their whole meeting altogether, but especially the occasional smiling and chuckling that Roman was delivering. Drunk Aspen was beginning to form a conspiracy theory that his ex roommate’s body had been taken over by a creature unknown.

Not really, but that seemed more likely than Roman actually being friendly toward him for an extended period of time. Where was the fighting? He was almost disappointed. 

“I moved not too long after..” They had stopped living together. He didn’t want it to seem like the end of their lease had spurred him into leaving. “It was like three years ago, I dunnoooo. Only lasted like six months.”

Aspen shrugged, planting his feet on the metal bar at perfect foot-resting level attached to the stool Roman sat on.

“I’m renting a house. No more annoying upstairs neighbors.”