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Daniels/Silik in 225 words, probably NC-17. That enough fucking for you? XD I so bad.bethosJuly 21 2004, 22:51:29 UTC
Daniels ran his hands over the rough patterned skin of his lover’s face. “You’re not going to win, you know.”
Silik grinned and, for answer, ran his tongue lightly along Daniels’s collarbone, his fingers sliding for the fasteners on Daniels’s trousers. “Thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk business,” he growled softly into smooth flesh of his lover’s neck.
“You’re still not going to win.”
Silik chuckled, his voice rough with arousal. “Won you, didn’t I?”
“No, *I* won.” Daniels gripped Silik firmly by both arms and stared fiercely into his face. “I want to fuck you.”
“What do you think I was - ”
“No. *I* want to fuck *you*.”
“Oh - wait - ” Silik started to protest, but Daniels was ripping his clothes off. He shoved him against the wall, loosing his cock from its fabric prison with the other hand, and hissed in his ear. “I’m going to win. My side. Not yours,” he said, tracing the pattern of scales down his lover’s neck with his tongue. He pressed Silik against the wall with his half-naked body, squirting lube on his hand and thrusting
“Business,” Silik hissed.
Daniels’s only answer was to start fucking him, one hand bracing himself against the wall and the other reaching around his waist to jerk him off. He fucked him helpless, fucked him into the wall.
Silik grinned and, for answer, ran his tongue lightly along Daniels’s collarbone, his fingers sliding for the fasteners on Daniels’s trousers. “Thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk business,” he growled softly into smooth flesh of his lover’s neck.
“You’re still not going to win.”
Silik chuckled, his voice rough with arousal. “Won you, didn’t I?”
“No, *I* won.” Daniels gripped Silik firmly by both arms and stared fiercely into his face. “I want to fuck you.”
“What do you think I was - ”
“No. *I* want to fuck *you*.”
“Oh - wait - ” Silik started to protest, but Daniels was ripping his clothes off. He shoved him against the wall, loosing his cock from its fabric prison with the other hand, and hissed in his ear. “I’m going to win. My side. Not yours,” he said, tracing the pattern of scales down his lover’s neck with his tongue. He pressed Silik against the wall with his half-naked body, squirting lube on his hand and thrusting
“Business,” Silik hissed.
Daniels’s only answer was to start fucking him, one hand bracing himself against the wall and the other reaching around his waist to jerk him off. He fucked him helpless, fucked him into the wall.
Silik gasped, “*Fuck*.”
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