Bent Part 8
Title: Bent
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, Vince’s anger issues continue but no violence, graphic sex, language
Summary: Howard and Vince have sex.
It was like a game. A really frustrating game. He would get Howard moaning and bucking his hips and looking desperate for a shag and then, without warning, Howard would clam up and look embarrassed. Vince’s task was to make Howard forget to be Howard long enough to squeeze in a fuck before they went back to themselves. If there had been a chance of Howard making a move before, Vince was pretty sure he’d fucked that up by talking about how much he hated being a bottom. The genderswap apparently took away Vince’s ability to stroke Howard’s ego. He’d spent years trying to give Howard every indication he was dying for his cock only to ruin it with some needless honesty.
“Relax, Howard. If it feels good, just go with it.” It was meant to be soothing, but it sounded like an order.
“I’m trying,” Howard replied as he rubbed his forehead. “I just keep thinking.”
Vince kissed Howard long and hard as he worked three fingers in and out of his arse. Howard bucked and twitched when Vince touched his prostate. Howard promised he liked it, but his reaction looked a little bit like he was being electrocuted.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“You want some more?” Vince whispered.
“Um… yes.”
“That is not a good answer,” Vince snapped. “You’re supposed to be building me up, telling me how much you want my big cock, not saying, ‘Um…’ That’s not helping my confidence, now, is it?”
Howard bit his lip and looked embarrassed. “I do want… that. I’ll be honest, the big cock is making me a bit nervous. A medium cock would be a little less intimidating…”
Vince laughed and gave Howard another kiss, and felt Howard relax straight away. From the first time they met, Vince knew that laughter was the key to making Howard relax and allow Vince to get close. His surging testosterone had made him forget the basics of dealing with Howard. Years of study out the window because his dick had taken over his brain.
“It’s not that big,” Vince promised between kisses.
Howard gave Vince’s crotch a quick feel.
“I beg to differ, sir” Howard said with an exaggerated worry that barely masked his real nerves. Then he whispered, “I don’t want to let you down.”
The vulnerability in Howard’s confession tapped into the primal vein that Vince was trying desperately to suppress. It made him want to take Howard and show him how good it could be. He wanted to fuck Howard senseless and make it so good that Howard never thought of another man again. Or another woman. Vince wanted to bury himself in Howard’s body and in his heart.
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he murmured in Howard’s ear. It wasn’t quite what he wanted to say, but Howard shuddered at his words and Vince couldn’t wait any longer. It wasn’t going to be as romantic as Howard wanted or deserved, but it would be better than what Vince was used to and that had to count for something.
Vince quickly put on a condom while Howard watched with as wide-eyed a gaze as his little peepers could manage.
“I’ll make it good for you, Howard. Don’t worry. I’ll stop if you want me to.”
Howard nodded and looked comically worried as Vince positioned himself between his long legs.
“I do love you, Howard.” Vince couldn’t meet Howard’s eyes. “I’m not good at showing it, but…”
Vince lost his train of thought as Howard gave him a tight hug and whispered, “Thank you.”
Howard was tense, but Vince moved slowly, pausing every time Howard winced and waiting for him to relax again.
“You feel so good, Howard,” Vince murmured as ran his hand over his friend’s body. “Does it feel good, Howard? Tell me.”
Howard croaked out a weak, “Yes,” but he was still clearly too much in his own head.
Vince pulled out slowly and was pleased by Howard’s disappointed whimper, but he had not intention of leaving him disappointed for long. He took Howard’s half erect cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes before putting it in his mouth. Howard immediately grabbed the sleeping bag beneath him in a white knuckle grip.
Vince slipped two fingers back inside of Howard as he sucked his cock. It was less than a minute before Howard was pushing at his shoulders and asking him to stop.
“What’s wrong?” Vince asked. Howard’s response made him nervous and his nerves quickly started to turn into anger. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”
Howard tensed up like he was afraid of Vince, which only fueled his anger.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Howard,” he demanded. He tried to fight back his anger, but he hated being treated like an animal. It seemed that the second he stopped being sweet and dopey, everyone saw him as some kind of monster.
“I was just, you know…”
“I don’t know, Howard. Tell me.”
“I was almost there.”
“You’re supposed to come, Howard. That’s what this is all about,” Vince sighed. Howard’s erection was already fading, so Vince gave him a few gentle strokes.
“I know, but…” Howard paused as though he expected Vince to finish his thought. “I want it to be during…”
Vince smiled at Howard’s awkwardness and his sappiness. He was much easier to enter the second time, and once Vince found the right angle, Howard dug his fingers into Vince’s shoulders and gasped Vince’s name once before he came. Vince tried to take his time, to enjoy the tight grip on his cock, the smell of sweat and semen and the shocked look on Howard’s face, but he couldn’t fight the urge for long. He gave Howard a devouring kiss with far too much tongue and teeth before he came.
He collapsed on top of Howard, panting and sweating and suddenly filled with shame and self-doubt. He buried his face in Howard’s chest and tried to get his feelings under control.
“Vince?”
“Yeah?” Vince mumbled into Howard’s chest. He’d never been so close to Howard’s freckles. His chest was like a starry sky.
“That was… really nice.”
“Nice?” Vince couldn’t help but laugh at Howard’s choice of words.
“It was amazing,” Howard replied. Vince didn’t have to look at him to see he was smiling. “Does that ‘build you up’ enough? Your big cock was amazing. Everything was… Thank you, Vince.”
Vince sighed into Howard’s chest as his senses were assaulted with a million conflicted feelings. It was good to know those feelings were still there under all the anger and lust.
“Cheers,” was the only reply that came to mind.
Howard stroked Vince’s hair gently.
“Are you all right, Vince? You’re shaking? What’s wrong?”
Howard’s voice was so gentle and kind, Vince was undone. He couldn’t cry, so he just kept shaking while Howard held him tight.
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, Vince’s anger issues continue but no violence, graphic sex, language
Summary: Howard and Vince have sex.
It was like a game. A really frustrating game. He would get Howard moaning and bucking his hips and looking desperate for a shag and then, without warning, Howard would clam up and look embarrassed. Vince’s task was to make Howard forget to be Howard long enough to squeeze in a fuck before they went back to themselves. If there had been a chance of Howard making a move before, Vince was pretty sure he’d fucked that up by talking about how much he hated being a bottom. The genderswap apparently took away Vince’s ability to stroke Howard’s ego. He’d spent years trying to give Howard every indication he was dying for his cock only to ruin it with some needless honesty.
“Relax, Howard. If it feels good, just go with it.” It was meant to be soothing, but it sounded like an order.
“I’m trying,” Howard replied as he rubbed his forehead. “I just keep thinking.”
Vince kissed Howard long and hard as he worked three fingers in and out of his arse. Howard bucked and twitched when Vince touched his prostate. Howard promised he liked it, but his reaction looked a little bit like he was being electrocuted.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“You want some more?” Vince whispered.
“Um… yes.”
“That is not a good answer,” Vince snapped. “You’re supposed to be building me up, telling me how much you want my big cock, not saying, ‘Um…’ That’s not helping my confidence, now, is it?”
Howard bit his lip and looked embarrassed. “I do want… that. I’ll be honest, the big cock is making me a bit nervous. A medium cock would be a little less intimidating…”
Vince laughed and gave Howard another kiss, and felt Howard relax straight away. From the first time they met, Vince knew that laughter was the key to making Howard relax and allow Vince to get close. His surging testosterone had made him forget the basics of dealing with Howard. Years of study out the window because his dick had taken over his brain.
“It’s not that big,” Vince promised between kisses.
Howard gave Vince’s crotch a quick feel.
“I beg to differ, sir” Howard said with an exaggerated worry that barely masked his real nerves. Then he whispered, “I don’t want to let you down.”
The vulnerability in Howard’s confession tapped into the primal vein that Vince was trying desperately to suppress. It made him want to take Howard and show him how good it could be. He wanted to fuck Howard senseless and make it so good that Howard never thought of another man again. Or another woman. Vince wanted to bury himself in Howard’s body and in his heart.
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he murmured in Howard’s ear. It wasn’t quite what he wanted to say, but Howard shuddered at his words and Vince couldn’t wait any longer. It wasn’t going to be as romantic as Howard wanted or deserved, but it would be better than what Vince was used to and that had to count for something.
Vince quickly put on a condom while Howard watched with as wide-eyed a gaze as his little peepers could manage.
“I’ll make it good for you, Howard. Don’t worry. I’ll stop if you want me to.”
Howard nodded and looked comically worried as Vince positioned himself between his long legs.
“I do love you, Howard.” Vince couldn’t meet Howard’s eyes. “I’m not good at showing it, but…”
Vince lost his train of thought as Howard gave him a tight hug and whispered, “Thank you.”
Howard was tense, but Vince moved slowly, pausing every time Howard winced and waiting for him to relax again.
“You feel so good, Howard,” Vince murmured as ran his hand over his friend’s body. “Does it feel good, Howard? Tell me.”
Howard croaked out a weak, “Yes,” but he was still clearly too much in his own head.
Vince pulled out slowly and was pleased by Howard’s disappointed whimper, but he had not intention of leaving him disappointed for long. He took Howard’s half erect cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes before putting it in his mouth. Howard immediately grabbed the sleeping bag beneath him in a white knuckle grip.
Vince slipped two fingers back inside of Howard as he sucked his cock. It was less than a minute before Howard was pushing at his shoulders and asking him to stop.
“What’s wrong?” Vince asked. Howard’s response made him nervous and his nerves quickly started to turn into anger. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”
Howard tensed up like he was afraid of Vince, which only fueled his anger.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Howard,” he demanded. He tried to fight back his anger, but he hated being treated like an animal. It seemed that the second he stopped being sweet and dopey, everyone saw him as some kind of monster.
“I was just, you know…”
“I don’t know, Howard. Tell me.”
“I was almost there.”
“You’re supposed to come, Howard. That’s what this is all about,” Vince sighed. Howard’s erection was already fading, so Vince gave him a few gentle strokes.
“I know, but…” Howard paused as though he expected Vince to finish his thought. “I want it to be during…”
Vince smiled at Howard’s awkwardness and his sappiness. He was much easier to enter the second time, and once Vince found the right angle, Howard dug his fingers into Vince’s shoulders and gasped Vince’s name once before he came. Vince tried to take his time, to enjoy the tight grip on his cock, the smell of sweat and semen and the shocked look on Howard’s face, but he couldn’t fight the urge for long. He gave Howard a devouring kiss with far too much tongue and teeth before he came.
He collapsed on top of Howard, panting and sweating and suddenly filled with shame and self-doubt. He buried his face in Howard’s chest and tried to get his feelings under control.
“Vince?”
“Yeah?” Vince mumbled into Howard’s chest. He’d never been so close to Howard’s freckles. His chest was like a starry sky.
“That was… really nice.”
“Nice?” Vince couldn’t help but laugh at Howard’s choice of words.
“It was amazing,” Howard replied. Vince didn’t have to look at him to see he was smiling. “Does that ‘build you up’ enough? Your big cock was amazing. Everything was… Thank you, Vince.”
Vince sighed into Howard’s chest as his senses were assaulted with a million conflicted feelings. It was good to know those feelings were still there under all the anger and lust.
“Cheers,” was the only reply that came to mind.
Howard stroked Vince’s hair gently.
“Are you all right, Vince? You’re shaking? What’s wrong?”
Howard’s voice was so gentle and kind, Vince was undone. He couldn’t cry, so he just kept shaking while Howard held him tight.