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Title: Revel (Sequel to Glance and Scream, Part 3 of..idk)
Author: slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17 ;)
Pairing: Sidney/Alex
Disclaimer: If I owned them, this would be on video, not in print.
Dedicated to
_goldenroad_ 'cause I've just decided she is my amazingly perverted soul sister, hehe.
Yes, I have brought you all some lovely Crovechkin smut! I know, I know..you love me :)
Glance
Scream
You can see his Adam's apple bob as he gulps, obviously more than a little turned on by your immediate compliance. Especially if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by.
You want to smirk at that, but your mouth can't seem to close from where it's gaping at him, his fingers, so skilled with a hockey stick, swiftly and easily removing his clothes, every inch of skin shown to your greedy eyes making it harder and harder for you to catch your breath as it leaves you.
He's not shy, no, not at all, not nearly as bashful as you are. As he walks away from you into his bathroom, you're guessing to grab supplies, he throws a wink over his shoulder at you, guessing correctly that your eyes are glued to his flexing ass. Your mouth is dry, your lips cracking as you can't seem to moisten them.
Jesus, how lucky are you?
He returns quickly, sauntering over to you to press his hands onto your shoulders until you're lying on your back on his bed. His bed. You swallow, still trying to wet your throat enough to speak, even if you really probably couldn't anyway. His fingers, coated in a slippery, scentless gel, move slowly down to your entrance, pressing against the little pucker for a second and drawing an involuntary gasp from your lips.
You hope he doesn't realize this is your first time, or that it is for a reason. Subconsciously, you've always longed for him to be the one who was your first. Even if you were said to be rivals or simply civil, you've always wanted him.
It seems he either doesn't realize or doesn't care, though, because not a moment later, his finger slips inside you. You tense automatically against the intrusion, not used to having things down there, except maybe your own digits a time or two. It's not painful yet, not yet, just uncomfortable and a little weird.
You try to relax; he simply cannot know you've never done this before, no matter how much effort it takes, you cannot let him stop. That thought is all your mind holds on to when he adds one more finger and crooks them to brush something deep inside you that makes your hips arch sharply off the bed and your breath start to come in whimpering moans, no you mustn't ever let him stop.
He scissors and stretches your passage with those wicked fingers, still pushing his nails against your gland every while and watching with a smile your reaction, his eyes beautifully darkening when a moan of "Alexx.." drops from your parted lips.
By the time he's added the third finger, you're getting rather impatient. Though knowing it will hurt, you want that gorgeous member your eyes are devouring inside you, and you're unwilling to wait a minute longer. "Please, now," you pant, eyes opening to plead with his, and he nods, jaw tense, body tight with a need you never knew he felt. He wraps himself in a latex, then gently strokes your hips as he slips inside you, inch by inch until your ass is pressed against his groin and both your eyes are closing at the sheer ecstasy of it all.
"God, Sidney..", he moans, and you suddenly realize that's the first time he's moaned; the sound is like heaven to your ears, and though your backside is throbbing insistently, almost screaming at you to stay still, for the sake of hearing another of those lovely sounds, you pull yourself slowly away and push back, causing his cock to slide in and out of you once. He groans your name again, and again, as you start to undulate your hips in earnest, pulling as many of his noises of pleasure as you can.
Shifting once to see if you can make him go louder, your eyes roll back in your head as you make a loud noise between a scream and moan; if you thought fingers felt good against that spot, you were naive. His head against that spot repeatedly draws a scream from your lips of his name and you can see it's definitely affecting him.
He grabs your hips, leaving slight bruises, and takes control of the pace, pulling your ass to slam against his groin over and over again, drilling your prostate with little mercy and sending sharp spikes of pleasure through you, your body jerking involuntarily as your mouth refuses to stay quiet, moans and whimpers of his name falling from it endlessly.
He moves one hand from your hip, one big, yet slender hand that's entirely too skillful at turning you into a puddle of lust and ecstasy, and wraps those fingers around your cock that's been slapping between your stomachs.
You revel in his harsh, rough, yet somehow reverent touch, unable to keep your eyes open as you're overwhelmed by it all, positively shouting his name with little thought to keeping silent; you can't imagine why he needed to tell you to scream and moan. It's not as though you could have helped it anyway.
He braces himself with his knees and starts to use his strength to pound you as hard as he's able to, your ass actually leaving the bed and falling back rapidly, as he races to bring you both to completion. This is why you've always wanted him; with his power and skill, you knew he'd be an amazing lover, and he's proven your speculations to be understatements of how great he really can be.
As he gives his all to push you to the edge and bring himself over as well, every muscle tightens in your body and you scream, "FUCK, ALEX!", spurting over his pumping hand and your still somewhat touching stomachs. He starts to move just a slight bit faster, if that's even possible, and only has to thrust a few more times before he's filling the latex inside you with an almost whimpering moan of your nickname, Sid.
You stay in a state of euphoria for quite some time, him softening inside you and your orgasm still rippling through you, both of your hips still moving a little to ride it out.
Then with a crash, you come back to reality, and you almost want to cry.
Why? Because it's over. Because you somehow know that after you leave his room tonight, you won't be coming back, at least not for this. Alex isn't a monogamous type of guy and you know this; he'd much prefer to sample everything the world has to offer him, and he has his choice of the finest with his dashing looks and wicked charm.
You almost wish he hadn't invited you here, to do this, because after knowing how good it can be with Alex, you're surely ruined for anyone else.
You feel him pull out and watch in a daze of hopelessness as he ties and trashes the condom, getting up to walk into the bathroom again, this time for a cloth to clean himself with. He comes out with another for you and hands it to you. Your fingers tingle as they touch his, still, even after what you've just done.
You wipe yourself of your come and hand it back to him, nodding your thanks. He takes it back into the bath and drops it somewhere you can't see, then strides again into the room to pick up his boxers and slide them onto his hips. You've done the same while watching him and are walking out of the bedroom to go find the rest of your clothes when he grabs you by the waist and pulls you to him, taking your lips in a soft, chaste kiss that speaks of something you've never dared hope for.
"You're not dressing, are you?", he says as you separate, his brow furrowing in confusion, and you bite back a silly grin of pure happiness, shaking your head once.
He grins, pulling you by your hips to lay with him, and as you face each other, pushing a still sweaty curl of your hair behind your ear and letting his hand linger on your cheek as your eyes meet.
He kisses you again, even more sweetly, and pulls you so you're laying half on top of him, dragging the soft hotel blanket on top of your bodies and kissing you on the forehead. "Sleep now, Sid, I'm tired."
You nod where your face is against his chest. "G'night, Alex," you whisper and he says the same.
As you drift off to sleep, the silly grin finally shows itself in the dark. Perhaps he wants you for more than just tonight. Perhaps it's not over.
***
*bows* I did promise you some smut fairly soon, didn't I? :)
Comment and lemme know if I did it right ♥
Author: slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17 ;)
Pairing: Sidney/Alex
Disclaimer: If I owned them, this would be on video, not in print.
Dedicated to
_goldenroad_ 'cause I've just decided she is my amazingly perverted soul sister, hehe.
Yes, I have brought you all some lovely Crovechkin smut! I know, I know..you love me :)
Glance
Scream
You can see his Adam's apple bob as he gulps, obviously more than a little turned on by your immediate compliance. Especially if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by.
You want to smirk at that, but your mouth can't seem to close from where it's gaping at him, his fingers, so skilled with a hockey stick, swiftly and easily removing his clothes, every inch of skin shown to your greedy eyes making it harder and harder for you to catch your breath as it leaves you.
He's not shy, no, not at all, not nearly as bashful as you are. As he walks away from you into his bathroom, you're guessing to grab supplies, he throws a wink over his shoulder at you, guessing correctly that your eyes are glued to his flexing ass. Your mouth is dry, your lips cracking as you can't seem to moisten them.
Jesus, how lucky are you?
He returns quickly, sauntering over to you to press his hands onto your shoulders until you're lying on your back on his bed. His bed. You swallow, still trying to wet your throat enough to speak, even if you really probably couldn't anyway. His fingers, coated in a slippery, scentless gel, move slowly down to your entrance, pressing against the little pucker for a second and drawing an involuntary gasp from your lips.
You hope he doesn't realize this is your first time, or that it is for a reason. Subconsciously, you've always longed for him to be the one who was your first. Even if you were said to be rivals or simply civil, you've always wanted him.
It seems he either doesn't realize or doesn't care, though, because not a moment later, his finger slips inside you. You tense automatically against the intrusion, not used to having things down there, except maybe your own digits a time or two. It's not painful yet, not yet, just uncomfortable and a little weird.
You try to relax; he simply cannot know you've never done this before, no matter how much effort it takes, you cannot let him stop. That thought is all your mind holds on to when he adds one more finger and crooks them to brush something deep inside you that makes your hips arch sharply off the bed and your breath start to come in whimpering moans, no you mustn't ever let him stop.
He scissors and stretches your passage with those wicked fingers, still pushing his nails against your gland every while and watching with a smile your reaction, his eyes beautifully darkening when a moan of "Alexx.." drops from your parted lips.
By the time he's added the third finger, you're getting rather impatient. Though knowing it will hurt, you want that gorgeous member your eyes are devouring inside you, and you're unwilling to wait a minute longer. "Please, now," you pant, eyes opening to plead with his, and he nods, jaw tense, body tight with a need you never knew he felt. He wraps himself in a latex, then gently strokes your hips as he slips inside you, inch by inch until your ass is pressed against his groin and both your eyes are closing at the sheer ecstasy of it all.
"God, Sidney..", he moans, and you suddenly realize that's the first time he's moaned; the sound is like heaven to your ears, and though your backside is throbbing insistently, almost screaming at you to stay still, for the sake of hearing another of those lovely sounds, you pull yourself slowly away and push back, causing his cock to slide in and out of you once. He groans your name again, and again, as you start to undulate your hips in earnest, pulling as many of his noises of pleasure as you can.
Shifting once to see if you can make him go louder, your eyes roll back in your head as you make a loud noise between a scream and moan; if you thought fingers felt good against that spot, you were naive. His head against that spot repeatedly draws a scream from your lips of his name and you can see it's definitely affecting him.
He grabs your hips, leaving slight bruises, and takes control of the pace, pulling your ass to slam against his groin over and over again, drilling your prostate with little mercy and sending sharp spikes of pleasure through you, your body jerking involuntarily as your mouth refuses to stay quiet, moans and whimpers of his name falling from it endlessly.
He moves one hand from your hip, one big, yet slender hand that's entirely too skillful at turning you into a puddle of lust and ecstasy, and wraps those fingers around your cock that's been slapping between your stomachs.
You revel in his harsh, rough, yet somehow reverent touch, unable to keep your eyes open as you're overwhelmed by it all, positively shouting his name with little thought to keeping silent; you can't imagine why he needed to tell you to scream and moan. It's not as though you could have helped it anyway.
He braces himself with his knees and starts to use his strength to pound you as hard as he's able to, your ass actually leaving the bed and falling back rapidly, as he races to bring you both to completion. This is why you've always wanted him; with his power and skill, you knew he'd be an amazing lover, and he's proven your speculations to be understatements of how great he really can be.
As he gives his all to push you to the edge and bring himself over as well, every muscle tightens in your body and you scream, "FUCK, ALEX!", spurting over his pumping hand and your still somewhat touching stomachs. He starts to move just a slight bit faster, if that's even possible, and only has to thrust a few more times before he's filling the latex inside you with an almost whimpering moan of your nickname, Sid.
You stay in a state of euphoria for quite some time, him softening inside you and your orgasm still rippling through you, both of your hips still moving a little to ride it out.
Then with a crash, you come back to reality, and you almost want to cry.
Why? Because it's over. Because you somehow know that after you leave his room tonight, you won't be coming back, at least not for this. Alex isn't a monogamous type of guy and you know this; he'd much prefer to sample everything the world has to offer him, and he has his choice of the finest with his dashing looks and wicked charm.
You almost wish he hadn't invited you here, to do this, because after knowing how good it can be with Alex, you're surely ruined for anyone else.
You feel him pull out and watch in a daze of hopelessness as he ties and trashes the condom, getting up to walk into the bathroom again, this time for a cloth to clean himself with. He comes out with another for you and hands it to you. Your fingers tingle as they touch his, still, even after what you've just done.
You wipe yourself of your come and hand it back to him, nodding your thanks. He takes it back into the bath and drops it somewhere you can't see, then strides again into the room to pick up his boxers and slide them onto his hips. You've done the same while watching him and are walking out of the bedroom to go find the rest of your clothes when he grabs you by the waist and pulls you to him, taking your lips in a soft, chaste kiss that speaks of something you've never dared hope for.
"You're not dressing, are you?", he says as you separate, his brow furrowing in confusion, and you bite back a silly grin of pure happiness, shaking your head once.
He grins, pulling you by your hips to lay with him, and as you face each other, pushing a still sweaty curl of your hair behind your ear and letting his hand linger on your cheek as your eyes meet.
He kisses you again, even more sweetly, and pulls you so you're laying half on top of him, dragging the soft hotel blanket on top of your bodies and kissing you on the forehead. "Sleep now, Sid, I'm tired."
You nod where your face is against his chest. "G'night, Alex," you whisper and he says the same.
As you drift off to sleep, the silly grin finally shows itself in the dark. Perhaps he wants you for more than just tonight. Perhaps it's not over.
***
*bows* I did promise you some smut fairly soon, didn't I? :)
Comment and lemme know if I did it right ♥