Drabble request!
Well, Snow, I don't think this is quite what you wanted, but... Angel/Gunn for sweptawaybayou. High on the angst people. She asked for "angel/anyone/slick hot sex" so that should give you all a warning too. Almost 400 words.
Happy Birthday
Fingers, palm, heel of a hand slipped over his shoulder, stuttering against sweaty skin as they moved. Not so controlled tonight.
The minute he’d walked in from the streets that night, Angel had grabbed him, pinned him against the wall. No warning. Damn vampire had frickin’ known. How the hell did he do that?
Barely the sound of a zipper and it seemed like Angel was sliding home, Gunn’s body accepting his thick, solid length without even realizing he’d be stretched and readied, slick cool on his thighs.
“Angel, fuck,” Gunn groaned, mind going blank, forgetting why he’d been back in the old neighborhood, his arms, hands flat against the wall. Sandwiched against the wall, ground against the wall until he felt like he might be turning into the musty wallpaper beneath his nose. He tried to push away from the wall, push back, give something, but the big behemoth of a body sliding against him, trapping him gave him no quarter. Plastered all over Gunn’s back and wasn’t giving up anytime soon.
“Angel, shit, let me-”
She would have been fifteen.
“No.”
There’s a steady bump, bump, bump of Gunn’s belt hitting the wall, his cock jerking in time with the noise and Angel was breathing against his shoulder, his neck. Shit.
“I wanna just-”
“Let me,” was the order in Gunn’s ear as he felt hands slithering over his chest, wrapping so tight and strong around his cock.
Gunn bucked and tried to push back, give Angel as good as Gunn was getting.
If only I’d-
One hand gripped his hips even tighter, the other stroked faster, the slap, slap, slap of flesh still sounding as Angel thrust even harder. “Let go,” was the whisper in his ear as Angel gave one strong thrust, mouth sucking hard at Gunn’s throat.
Why couldn’t I save her?
Gunn tasted the tears before he realized he was coming. His body crumpled, and they both slid to the floor.
“It wasn’t your fault. You can’t take care of everyone,” Angel murmured, folding his big body around Gunn’s rumpled, messy one, curling them both together against the wall. “I’ve got you,” was all Gunn heard as he leaned against Angel’s solid chest and closed his eyes.
Happy Birthday
Fingers, palm, heel of a hand slipped over his shoulder, stuttering against sweaty skin as they moved. Not so controlled tonight.
The minute he’d walked in from the streets that night, Angel had grabbed him, pinned him against the wall. No warning. Damn vampire had frickin’ known. How the hell did he do that?
Barely the sound of a zipper and it seemed like Angel was sliding home, Gunn’s body accepting his thick, solid length without even realizing he’d be stretched and readied, slick cool on his thighs.
“Angel, fuck,” Gunn groaned, mind going blank, forgetting why he’d been back in the old neighborhood, his arms, hands flat against the wall. Sandwiched against the wall, ground against the wall until he felt like he might be turning into the musty wallpaper beneath his nose. He tried to push away from the wall, push back, give something, but the big behemoth of a body sliding against him, trapping him gave him no quarter. Plastered all over Gunn’s back and wasn’t giving up anytime soon.
“Angel, shit, let me-”
She would have been fifteen.
“No.”
There’s a steady bump, bump, bump of Gunn’s belt hitting the wall, his cock jerking in time with the noise and Angel was breathing against his shoulder, his neck. Shit.
“I wanna just-”
“Let me,” was the order in Gunn’s ear as he felt hands slithering over his chest, wrapping so tight and strong around his cock.
Gunn bucked and tried to push back, give Angel as good as Gunn was getting.
If only I’d-
One hand gripped his hips even tighter, the other stroked faster, the slap, slap, slap of flesh still sounding as Angel thrust even harder. “Let go,” was the whisper in his ear as Angel gave one strong thrust, mouth sucking hard at Gunn’s throat.
Why couldn’t I save her?
Gunn tasted the tears before he realized he was coming. His body crumpled, and they both slid to the floor.
“It wasn’t your fault. You can’t take care of everyone,” Angel murmured, folding his big body around Gunn’s rumpled, messy one, curling them both together against the wall. “I’ve got you,” was all Gunn heard as he leaned against Angel’s solid chest and closed his eyes.