sweet sweet innocence.
Title: Sweet Sweet Innocence.
Pairing: Ryan Getzlaf/Corey Perry. {Ducks}
Rating: R
Corey's POV.
A/N: Wrote this the other day. Someone remind me not to write at 3 in the morning again... -edit- I love when my cuts have nothing to do with the story. xP
I walked into our room in the hotel, threw my bag on the floor, and sprung into his arms. I didn't know being sober could feel this good. Or maybe it was the win? Maybe it was the man I was crushing beneath me.
"Core!" He tried to yell at me.
I jumped back down to the floor and smiled a big grin at him. I must have looked like a little kid. He tried to smile back, but grimaced slightly as he did so.
I scowled at him.
"Did you take the painkillers they gave you?"
"You're my painkiller."
"No. I'm your pain giver." I corrected, winking. "But honestly man, go take that shit. It'll make you feel better."
"I do feel better though, you're here."
"Oh shut up and go do it Getz. You can be so fucking stubborn."
"Fuck you!" He yelled at me, walking into the bathroom. I heard him rummaging through paper bags. He shook something and I heard pills clang together. He popped the lid, walked out to me, hand holding three. He shoved it down his throat, without water, and smirked at me.
"I don't think you're supposed to take that many..."
"You didn't stop me."
"Ryan goddamn, shuddup and get on the bed."
He attacked the bed, causing it to bounce up and down beneath his weight. I pounced on top of him and ripped off his shirt.
He pulverised the inside of my mouth with his tongue and bit hard on mine. I fidgeted on top of him as the pain shot within me. God Ry, not so fucking hard, shit. My hands forced him back to the bed, my crotch moved over his and I could feel his boner coming on. Does he get fucking sastisfaction by making peoples tongues bleed? Honestly...
His eyes glowed off the light, for some reason it felt to me like they had a sinister gleam about them. I tilted my head at him but before I could speculate anymore, his hands reached down to my dick and stroked it.
I couldn't stop it coming and I couldn't stop him. The closer and closer his mouth got to my cock, the more I moaned, the faster he moved his hands. By the time he realized my pants were still on, I had a full on hard on. He quickly undid the zipper and rolled down my pants to the point where he had enough space to work his mouth to my dick. He placed one hand in the center of my lower abdomen, the other to the left side of my cock (his right side). He licked his lips and firmly rolled them on me.
His tongue went back and forth over the tip of my boner, ignoring my moans. He moved both hands from their places and formed an "o" around the start of my cock. He slid his hands slowly up the shaft and still licking, made me send the most beautiful cum into his waiting mouth.
He leaned back a little, looked into my deep, blue eyes and shallowed it down in one gulp. A second later he was back to working me, my back arching and a howl emitting from my mouth. He placed his thumbs on the tip and climbed his fingers up and down me once more. His mouth returned and immediatly got splashed with a second wave of the white, creamy liquid. This time, it gets all over his face and yet, he savours every taste, still wiping it off. It hit him good.
I don't know how much longer I can stand kneeling above him, he's practically made me cum out my body weight, so it's no surprise to my when my knees give out from beneath me and my head hits into his stomach.
His arms wrapped around my weak shoulders and his heart purred into my ear. My head rises and falls with his chest and the beating of his heart. The motion and thumping shuts my eyes and turns off my brain to the outside world.
I sleep.
Pairing: Ryan Getzlaf/Corey Perry. {Ducks}
Rating: R
Corey's POV.
A/N: Wrote this the other day. Someone remind me not to write at 3 in the morning again... -edit- I love when my cuts have nothing to do with the story. xP
I walked into our room in the hotel, threw my bag on the floor, and sprung into his arms. I didn't know being sober could feel this good. Or maybe it was the win? Maybe it was the man I was crushing beneath me.
"Core!" He tried to yell at me.
I jumped back down to the floor and smiled a big grin at him. I must have looked like a little kid. He tried to smile back, but grimaced slightly as he did so.
I scowled at him.
"Did you take the painkillers they gave you?"
"You're my painkiller."
"No. I'm your pain giver." I corrected, winking. "But honestly man, go take that shit. It'll make you feel better."
"I do feel better though, you're here."
"Oh shut up and go do it Getz. You can be so fucking stubborn."
"Fuck you!" He yelled at me, walking into the bathroom. I heard him rummaging through paper bags. He shook something and I heard pills clang together. He popped the lid, walked out to me, hand holding three. He shoved it down his throat, without water, and smirked at me.
"I don't think you're supposed to take that many..."
"You didn't stop me."
"Ryan goddamn, shuddup and get on the bed."
He attacked the bed, causing it to bounce up and down beneath his weight. I pounced on top of him and ripped off his shirt.
He pulverised the inside of my mouth with his tongue and bit hard on mine. I fidgeted on top of him as the pain shot within me. God Ry, not so fucking hard, shit. My hands forced him back to the bed, my crotch moved over his and I could feel his boner coming on. Does he get fucking sastisfaction by making peoples tongues bleed? Honestly...
His eyes glowed off the light, for some reason it felt to me like they had a sinister gleam about them. I tilted my head at him but before I could speculate anymore, his hands reached down to my dick and stroked it.
I couldn't stop it coming and I couldn't stop him. The closer and closer his mouth got to my cock, the more I moaned, the faster he moved his hands. By the time he realized my pants were still on, I had a full on hard on. He quickly undid the zipper and rolled down my pants to the point where he had enough space to work his mouth to my dick. He placed one hand in the center of my lower abdomen, the other to the left side of my cock (his right side). He licked his lips and firmly rolled them on me.
His tongue went back and forth over the tip of my boner, ignoring my moans. He moved both hands from their places and formed an "o" around the start of my cock. He slid his hands slowly up the shaft and still licking, made me send the most beautiful cum into his waiting mouth.
He leaned back a little, looked into my deep, blue eyes and shallowed it down in one gulp. A second later he was back to working me, my back arching and a howl emitting from my mouth. He placed his thumbs on the tip and climbed his fingers up and down me once more. His mouth returned and immediatly got splashed with a second wave of the white, creamy liquid. This time, it gets all over his face and yet, he savours every taste, still wiping it off. It hit him good.
I don't know how much longer I can stand kneeling above him, he's practically made me cum out my body weight, so it's no surprise to my when my knees give out from beneath me and my head hits into his stomach.
His arms wrapped around my weak shoulders and his heart purred into my ear. My head rises and falls with his chest and the beating of his heart. The motion and thumping shuts my eyes and turns off my brain to the outside world.
I sleep.