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Entry tags:
TLR: Expectations
Fandom: The Last Remnant
Main characters: David, Rush
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: David/Rush
Contains: Sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: David is surprisingly impatient.
"Always thought you'd be one to take it slow," Rush gasps. David props himself up for a moment, and his eyes are dark and hot.
"I want you too much," he says, and yeah, Rush can get that, because David's hands on his body are burning him up, too much and not enough and please, Dave, please. He arches up under David's hands -- and fuck, Dave's not even touching his cock yet -- begging with the catch of his breath, the curve of his spine, his open gasping mouth. Dave kisses him again, nothing like he'd thought it would be with him, wet and hot and not decorous at all, there's nothing of protocol and dignity and --
"Please," he gasps into it, clutches at Dave's back, trails his hands down, squeezes his ass and catches his groan in his mouth. "Dave -- "
"Anything," David says, and Rush thinks of a thousand stories of rashly granted boons, a thousand reasons Dave must know not to be so cavalier with himself and all that he is.
"Want you to fuck me," Rush says, despite that, suddenly greedy for Dave. He finds this perfect spot to bite just at the hinge of Dave's jaw, and Dave makes an amazing sound. "And then I'll fuck you, afterwards," he adds, because he knows that once is never gonna be enough. He delights in David's quick intake of breath, the deepening and roughening of his voice.
"Anything," he says, again. He pulls back, though, and it's kinda hard for Rush to let him go, even when he knows that Dave is just gonna grab oil or whatever and come right back. He'd be happy with anything, pretty much, he realises, as long as he got to hold Dave close and rut against him and push his hands into his hair and be kissed by him, over and over.
"C'mon," he says, spreading his legs, letting Dave settle between them. He grins up at him. "I'm not going to be patient."
"Nor am I," Dave promises, and when did he get his fingers slick? -- and oh, oh. He pushes two in at once, and that's okay: Rush feels himself stretching around Dave's fingers, but it's all good, it's just perfect. It figures Dave would know exactly how far to go, exactly what to do -- exactly how to crook his fingers inside of Rush, too, apparently. He can't breathe, almost, because he's so focused on the feel of David's fingers inside him, weighted down by David's eyes on him.
"Come on, come on," he says again, and David twists his fingers, pushes deeper, and god, how is this gonna feel? It's not like he's a total virgin or anything -- he's done this before -- and yet this is completely different, because it's Dave. He props himself up, enough that he can look David over: the lean strength of him; the sharp line of his collarbone, which Rush wants to bite; his nipples taut and just, Rush has to touch; and the noise he makes when Rush does that, vibrating in his throat -- and Dave's cock, so hard, slick at the tip, and Rush has to touch it, rubbing his fingers over the tip and watching him shudder.
"Rush," David says, broken.
Rush grins up at him, pulls away a little -- licks the taste of Dave's cock from his fingers, because he can, and because there's nothing of Dave that he does not want.
"I need to -- "
"Yeah, yeah," Rush says, before David can get the words at: they can talk some other time, but not now, not when the whole of him is aching for David's closeness. He drags him closer, and David pulls his fingers out.
"I'll go slowly," he says, but Rush shakes his head.
"Do it, now, just -- "
And David does. He sinks into him slow, yes, but not too slow: not agonising. He just works his cock in nice and deep, and Rush shakes under him and holds him, and Dave kisses words of reassurance into his mouth. He's done it before, yeah, but it was really nothing like this, because this is Dave, looking wild and wrecked and needing him so badly.
Before Rush can even ask, David moves again, rocking into him slow and deep at first, slow and easy. He kisses him over and over again, wet and open, so perfect. Rush runs his hands over Dave's back, over his shoulders, kisses and bites at his mouth. It's all good, all of it, and even better when Dave really starts to move. They fit just right together, and it's easy to find a rhythm -- Rush gets a leg around Dave, for leverage, and arches up against him as Dave slams in deep all of a sudden, shocking a cry from him that means nothing but good.
It doesn't last any time at all, but that's good with Rush, too: he thinks he'd go mad from too much of this. Dave's trying to hold back, his eyes squeezed shut, and knowing that -- yeah, Rush is there, and it's great, it's dizzying and huge and he's pretty sure the earth shakes because wow. And then David is coming inside him, which is even better, and the way he says Rush's name is -- yeah.
"You can sleep in the wet spot," he tells David, once he's caught his breath, which takes a long time. Dave seems to be half-drowsing against his shoulder, languid and heavy, and Rush has no problem with that. He rouses though, looking up at Rush with narrowed eyes, and yeah, that's sexy.
"Who says we're done?"
Main characters: David, Rush
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: David/Rush
Contains: Sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: David is surprisingly impatient.
"Always thought you'd be one to take it slow," Rush gasps. David props himself up for a moment, and his eyes are dark and hot.
"I want you too much," he says, and yeah, Rush can get that, because David's hands on his body are burning him up, too much and not enough and please, Dave, please. He arches up under David's hands -- and fuck, Dave's not even touching his cock yet -- begging with the catch of his breath, the curve of his spine, his open gasping mouth. Dave kisses him again, nothing like he'd thought it would be with him, wet and hot and not decorous at all, there's nothing of protocol and dignity and --
"Please," he gasps into it, clutches at Dave's back, trails his hands down, squeezes his ass and catches his groan in his mouth. "Dave -- "
"Anything," David says, and Rush thinks of a thousand stories of rashly granted boons, a thousand reasons Dave must know not to be so cavalier with himself and all that he is.
"Want you to fuck me," Rush says, despite that, suddenly greedy for Dave. He finds this perfect spot to bite just at the hinge of Dave's jaw, and Dave makes an amazing sound. "And then I'll fuck you, afterwards," he adds, because he knows that once is never gonna be enough. He delights in David's quick intake of breath, the deepening and roughening of his voice.
"Anything," he says, again. He pulls back, though, and it's kinda hard for Rush to let him go, even when he knows that Dave is just gonna grab oil or whatever and come right back. He'd be happy with anything, pretty much, he realises, as long as he got to hold Dave close and rut against him and push his hands into his hair and be kissed by him, over and over.
"C'mon," he says, spreading his legs, letting Dave settle between them. He grins up at him. "I'm not going to be patient."
"Nor am I," Dave promises, and when did he get his fingers slick? -- and oh, oh. He pushes two in at once, and that's okay: Rush feels himself stretching around Dave's fingers, but it's all good, it's just perfect. It figures Dave would know exactly how far to go, exactly what to do -- exactly how to crook his fingers inside of Rush, too, apparently. He can't breathe, almost, because he's so focused on the feel of David's fingers inside him, weighted down by David's eyes on him.
"Come on, come on," he says again, and David twists his fingers, pushes deeper, and god, how is this gonna feel? It's not like he's a total virgin or anything -- he's done this before -- and yet this is completely different, because it's Dave. He props himself up, enough that he can look David over: the lean strength of him; the sharp line of his collarbone, which Rush wants to bite; his nipples taut and just, Rush has to touch; and the noise he makes when Rush does that, vibrating in his throat -- and Dave's cock, so hard, slick at the tip, and Rush has to touch it, rubbing his fingers over the tip and watching him shudder.
"Rush," David says, broken.
Rush grins up at him, pulls away a little -- licks the taste of Dave's cock from his fingers, because he can, and because there's nothing of Dave that he does not want.
"I need to -- "
"Yeah, yeah," Rush says, before David can get the words at: they can talk some other time, but not now, not when the whole of him is aching for David's closeness. He drags him closer, and David pulls his fingers out.
"I'll go slowly," he says, but Rush shakes his head.
"Do it, now, just -- "
And David does. He sinks into him slow, yes, but not too slow: not agonising. He just works his cock in nice and deep, and Rush shakes under him and holds him, and Dave kisses words of reassurance into his mouth. He's done it before, yeah, but it was really nothing like this, because this is Dave, looking wild and wrecked and needing him so badly.
Before Rush can even ask, David moves again, rocking into him slow and deep at first, slow and easy. He kisses him over and over again, wet and open, so perfect. Rush runs his hands over Dave's back, over his shoulders, kisses and bites at his mouth. It's all good, all of it, and even better when Dave really starts to move. They fit just right together, and it's easy to find a rhythm -- Rush gets a leg around Dave, for leverage, and arches up against him as Dave slams in deep all of a sudden, shocking a cry from him that means nothing but good.
It doesn't last any time at all, but that's good with Rush, too: he thinks he'd go mad from too much of this. Dave's trying to hold back, his eyes squeezed shut, and knowing that -- yeah, Rush is there, and it's great, it's dizzying and huge and he's pretty sure the earth shakes because wow. And then David is coming inside him, which is even better, and the way he says Rush's name is -- yeah.
"You can sleep in the wet spot," he tells David, once he's caught his breath, which takes a long time. Dave seems to be half-drowsing against his shoulder, languid and heavy, and Rush has no problem with that. He rouses though, looking up at Rush with narrowed eyes, and yeah, that's sexy.
"Who says we're done?"
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