[Drabbles] Craddle You in the Palm of Me.
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The bits of porn I've written so far (yes, I know I was complaining about writing to much porn, so? It's obvious the answer is do porn until I'm sore numb.)
And of course all these bits are porny.
FMA(anime), Russel/Fletcher.
"Fletcher, stop it," Russel hissed, throat too dry. He felt his brother shift on top of him and forced his hands to stay still, to not move Fletcher just a little lower to get some friction. "You can't... this..."
"I just want you, brother," Fletcher said, and despite the darkness Russel could almost swear he saw his brother blinking to try and rid his eyes of tears, his voice hurt, and the guilt bit inside him angrily because he was hurting his brother.
Fletcher shifted, the curve of his ass almost pressing against his cock in such a way that the sheets between them were almost useless. Russel shuddered, felt when Fletcher moved again, deliberate now, when his little brother pressed his lips against his neck, shivering.
"Russ..." Fletcher moaned. Russel hated himself a little, but he finally moved his hands to touch his brother's skin.
FMA(anime), Russel/Fletcher.
"Careful there," Russ says, hands smoothing over his thighs. Fletcher can see he's straining for control now, his body tense, eyes wide.
Fletcher smiles a little, thighs trembling with the effort to hold his own weight.
"I know," he murmurs, a hand holding Russ' cock to steady it, feeling the blunt press of it against his hole before he lowers himself. He bites his lip to stop a whimper at the press of it, keeping completely quiet as he hears Russ' startled moan.
Everything gets better once Russ is completely inside him and Fletcher feels the way his brother's thighs tremble and his brother gasps for air.
FMA(anime), Fletcher/Russel.
"R-Russ..." Fletcher moans, hands tight over his hips. Russel tries to relax as much as he possibly can, knowing that Fletcher is not going to last long, not when it's the first time they switch. "I-I c-can't..."
He takes another deep breath before moving his hand underneath him, curling fingers around his cock and stroking himself hard and fast.
"You can, Fletcher. Now, breath," He hears Fletcher gasping for breath and he moans. "There? Now, fuck me."
Tales of Symphonia. Lloyd/Colette.
She's so tight. So warm, so... Lloyd forces his body to stay still when he hears Colette making a small sound once he's completely inside her, trembling, all senses alert and just waiting.
"Colette?" Even his voice is trembling. Her eyes are closed. Something cold settles in his stomach.
"I'm fine," a small smile. She opens her eyes and they seem liquid and Lloyd worries, is he hurting her? Is this too much? Should he... Colette moves, shifts, wraps her legs around his waist and-- oh. "Please, Lloyd..."
He swallows, trying to focus his eyes, waiting for her to tell him what she wants. Her hair is spread, moonlight making it silver over the cheap fabric of the pillows, the skin of her breasts ivory and soft, so soft. Colette touches his face, hands a mix between rough and soft.
"It's okay. I'm okay," Colette whispers and she pulls his head down, brushes her lips against his and Lloyd shivers again. "You can move now."
Tales of Symphonia. Regal/Zelos.
This is wrong, Regal thinks, mouth open around a gasp as he feels Zelos licking at the underside of his cock, his hand curled around the base of it to stroke.
It's a terrible bad idea. Regal knows this. This won't make him miss Alicia any less, and it's certainly not going to help Zelos to try and pretend he doesn't want someone else.
It's a terrible idea, but Zelos' mouth is so wet, so warm as his tongue craddles his cock, cheeks hollowed around it and the soft of his hair teasing the warm skin of his thighs and it's been so long since the last time he indulged into any kind of pleasure, and perhaps this is not-completely-bad if it's not for him, if it's just something that the Chosen needs rather than what he needs.
Zelos swallows his release once he comes, wiping his lips with a thumb. He gives him a grin, but before Regal finds his voice, Zelos moves back to his bed.
The bits of porn I've written so far (yes, I know I was complaining about writing to much porn, so? It's obvious the answer is do porn until I'm sore numb.)
And of course all these bits are porny.
FMA(anime), Russel/Fletcher.
"Fletcher, stop it," Russel hissed, throat too dry. He felt his brother shift on top of him and forced his hands to stay still, to not move Fletcher just a little lower to get some friction. "You can't... this..."
"I just want you, brother," Fletcher said, and despite the darkness Russel could almost swear he saw his brother blinking to try and rid his eyes of tears, his voice hurt, and the guilt bit inside him angrily because he was hurting his brother.
Fletcher shifted, the curve of his ass almost pressing against his cock in such a way that the sheets between them were almost useless. Russel shuddered, felt when Fletcher moved again, deliberate now, when his little brother pressed his lips against his neck, shivering.
"Russ..." Fletcher moaned. Russel hated himself a little, but he finally moved his hands to touch his brother's skin.
FMA(anime), Russel/Fletcher.
"Careful there," Russ says, hands smoothing over his thighs. Fletcher can see he's straining for control now, his body tense, eyes wide.
Fletcher smiles a little, thighs trembling with the effort to hold his own weight.
"I know," he murmurs, a hand holding Russ' cock to steady it, feeling the blunt press of it against his hole before he lowers himself. He bites his lip to stop a whimper at the press of it, keeping completely quiet as he hears Russ' startled moan.
Everything gets better once Russ is completely inside him and Fletcher feels the way his brother's thighs tremble and his brother gasps for air.
FMA(anime), Fletcher/Russel.
"R-Russ..." Fletcher moans, hands tight over his hips. Russel tries to relax as much as he possibly can, knowing that Fletcher is not going to last long, not when it's the first time they switch. "I-I c-can't..."
He takes another deep breath before moving his hand underneath him, curling fingers around his cock and stroking himself hard and fast.
"You can, Fletcher. Now, breath," He hears Fletcher gasping for breath and he moans. "There? Now, fuck me."
Tales of Symphonia. Lloyd/Colette.
She's so tight. So warm, so... Lloyd forces his body to stay still when he hears Colette making a small sound once he's completely inside her, trembling, all senses alert and just waiting.
"Colette?" Even his voice is trembling. Her eyes are closed. Something cold settles in his stomach.
"I'm fine," a small smile. She opens her eyes and they seem liquid and Lloyd worries, is he hurting her? Is this too much? Should he... Colette moves, shifts, wraps her legs around his waist and-- oh. "Please, Lloyd..."
He swallows, trying to focus his eyes, waiting for her to tell him what she wants. Her hair is spread, moonlight making it silver over the cheap fabric of the pillows, the skin of her breasts ivory and soft, so soft. Colette touches his face, hands a mix between rough and soft.
"It's okay. I'm okay," Colette whispers and she pulls his head down, brushes her lips against his and Lloyd shivers again. "You can move now."
Tales of Symphonia. Regal/Zelos.
This is wrong, Regal thinks, mouth open around a gasp as he feels Zelos licking at the underside of his cock, his hand curled around the base of it to stroke.
It's a terrible bad idea. Regal knows this. This won't make him miss Alicia any less, and it's certainly not going to help Zelos to try and pretend he doesn't want someone else.
It's a terrible idea, but Zelos' mouth is so wet, so warm as his tongue craddles his cock, cheeks hollowed around it and the soft of his hair teasing the warm skin of his thighs and it's been so long since the last time he indulged into any kind of pleasure, and perhaps this is not-completely-bad if it's not for him, if it's just something that the Chosen needs rather than what he needs.
Zelos swallows his release once he comes, wiping his lips with a thumb. He gives him a grin, but before Regal finds his voice, Zelos moves back to his bed.