O HAI GAIZ HAVE MOAR PRONZ.
So, um, in the same RP as before, I have picked up Antoine D'Coolette, and he and Scourge are already USTing all over the place. They had themselves a little argument over, if Antoine did in fact swing that way, who would be the one topping. Well, this is my answer to that. |D Rated at least R, but is pretty vague, really. Plus, well, it's SCOURGE. That should say enough right there. XD
P.S. As always, too lazy to go over it before posting. |D
*
Fuckin’ hotel, he thought.
It was the only way to explain why he was pressed against the wall, tangled up in his own jacket while the damned frog kissed him senseless. Any moment now, he thought, coyote boy is going to pull back and flail like mad.
But that’s not what happened.
Intense blue eyes met his as fingertips brushed down his back. The coyote licked his lips and whispered in accented English, “Let us see if what I heard is true, your Highness…”
Before he could ask what the fuck he meant by that, manicured nails dragged up his tail and back down along the underside, drawing a sharp cry from the green hedgehog. The coyote chuckled in his ear and murmured, “I think I did it wrong; that was not nearly schoolgirlish enough. Let me try again…”
He tried to beat back the blush he knew was spreading across his face. Damn it, the fuckin’ frog should be the one against the wall, helpless and blushing echidna red as he showed him just who was king around here, instead of… this. Instead of being pulled into another fierce kiss, one hand holding fast to his quills as surprisingly skilled fingers worked his tail. Instead of him moaning into the coyote’s mouth and arching against him.
Although, a part of him said, this wasn’t all that bad either.
He let out a little whimper as the coyote pulled back. “F-fuck, Frenchy…” he breathed.
The coyote found a pointed green ear and trapped it between his lips as his free hand trailed down over peach fur and scarred flesh. “Do you want more, mon ami?” he murmured around the ear.
He shivered as the hand reached its goal and thrust against it. “Y… yeah…”
“Say please,” the coyote replied, running his tongue along the edge of the ear.
The green hedgehog swallowed a growl and mumbled, “… please, dammit.”
The coyote laughed, then whispered, “Non.”
“Non?” he repeated dumbly.
“Non,” the coyote repeated with a nod. With that, he began to walk away. “Au revoir, ‘King Scourge’~”
“Wha-WHAT?!?” the green hedgehog roared, fighting hard to disentangle himself from his jacket. “No, you get the fuck back here! I ain’t done with you yet!”
“But I am done with you,” the coyote said. He smiled brightly and waved at him as the elevator doors started closing in front of him. “Good day~”
“YOU FRENCH PIECE OF AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!” Scourge screamed, knowing full well the bastard was laughing at him all the up the elevator. One day, oh, one day, he will get that damned coyote back for this indignity and then, then he will hail to the mother-fucking king!
P.S. As always, too lazy to go over it before posting. |D
*
Fuckin’ hotel, he thought.
It was the only way to explain why he was pressed against the wall, tangled up in his own jacket while the damned frog kissed him senseless. Any moment now, he thought, coyote boy is going to pull back and flail like mad.
But that’s not what happened.
Intense blue eyes met his as fingertips brushed down his back. The coyote licked his lips and whispered in accented English, “Let us see if what I heard is true, your Highness…”
Before he could ask what the fuck he meant by that, manicured nails dragged up his tail and back down along the underside, drawing a sharp cry from the green hedgehog. The coyote chuckled in his ear and murmured, “I think I did it wrong; that was not nearly schoolgirlish enough. Let me try again…”
He tried to beat back the blush he knew was spreading across his face. Damn it, the fuckin’ frog should be the one against the wall, helpless and blushing echidna red as he showed him just who was king around here, instead of… this. Instead of being pulled into another fierce kiss, one hand holding fast to his quills as surprisingly skilled fingers worked his tail. Instead of him moaning into the coyote’s mouth and arching against him.
Although, a part of him said, this wasn’t all that bad either.
He let out a little whimper as the coyote pulled back. “F-fuck, Frenchy…” he breathed.
The coyote found a pointed green ear and trapped it between his lips as his free hand trailed down over peach fur and scarred flesh. “Do you want more, mon ami?” he murmured around the ear.
He shivered as the hand reached its goal and thrust against it. “Y… yeah…”
“Say please,” the coyote replied, running his tongue along the edge of the ear.
The green hedgehog swallowed a growl and mumbled, “… please, dammit.”
The coyote laughed, then whispered, “Non.”
“Non?” he repeated dumbly.
“Non,” the coyote repeated with a nod. With that, he began to walk away. “Au revoir, ‘King Scourge’~”
“Wha-WHAT?!?” the green hedgehog roared, fighting hard to disentangle himself from his jacket. “No, you get the fuck back here! I ain’t done with you yet!”
“But I am done with you,” the coyote said. He smiled brightly and waved at him as the elevator doors started closing in front of him. “Good day~”
“YOU FRENCH PIECE OF AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!” Scourge screamed, knowing full well the bastard was laughing at him all the up the elevator. One day, oh, one day, he will get that damned coyote back for this indignity and then, then he will hail to the mother-fucking king!