~*~ Andy’s hands are tied up with Sid’s belt, twisted leather that will leave chainlink patterns around his wrists he won’t be able to explain without blushing and finding something else to look at.
“Put it in.” he says, straining against the belt, unsure of who he is because he’s sure he’s not capable of sounding this helpless. Sid’s fingers are in his ass and he’s biting his neck, stroking down his chest, letting Andy’s dick brush his skin whenever he repositions himself atop him. His cock feathers against Sid’s sweat sheened at random intervals, sometimes ghosting across, sometimes pressed hard up against so that his hips twitch out of instinct, searching for something to thrust into.
“You’re such an asshole.” he breathes, making Sid laugh and spread his fingers
“Did you just curse at me, Didi?” he pulls back and Andy lifts his head to watch him, watch him slide the condom on while never breaking eye contact, “Hope I’m not having a bad influence on you.” His hand wraps around Andy’s ankle, “Maybe we should stop.”
He doesn’t but that doesn’t keep Andy’s mouth from opening and words from spilling out, four letter words that quicken Sid’s entry into him, bringing the teasing rubs and drifting fingers to a halt. He’s in him and it’s wet but Sid‘s never been one to make things easy. The thin frame of the bed rocks with their movements and Andy nails curl into his fist as he tries to tell him to slow down to relax his grip or he’s going to come, going to-
“Davis.” Sid groans, upper body boneless as he focuses all his strength on pumping into Andy
“No,” the other pants, “my name, call me…”
He breaks off and Sid thrusts until he’s there too, fingers leaving ankle to push himself up, undo the belt and press an open mouthed kiss to the other’s ear, whispers his name breathlessly into his ear over and over until it blurs together into a breeze against Andy’s neck.
Andy turns his head and kisses him, hauls him atop so his legs are straddling Andy’s waist and he doesn’t have to do anything but lie there with his hands still on either side of the pillow while Sid’s tongue dips into his mouth, lazily taking control of the moment.
~*~ Later, after Sid has woken up to Andy’s mussed hair sticking out from the blanket draped along his waistline he thinks of how flexible Andy is; how the marks feel beneath his tongue and things that could be broken in and new at the same time.
Andy’s hands are tied up with Sid’s belt, twisted leather that will leave chainlink patterns around his wrists he won’t be able to explain without blushing and finding something else to look at.
“Put it in.” he says, straining against the belt, unsure of who he is because he’s sure he’s not capable of sounding this helpless. Sid’s fingers are in his ass and he’s biting his neck, stroking down his chest, letting Andy’s dick brush his skin whenever he repositions himself atop him. His cock feathers against Sid’s sweat sheened at random intervals, sometimes ghosting across, sometimes pressed hard up against so that his hips twitch out of instinct, searching for something to thrust into.
“You’re such an asshole.” he breathes, making Sid laugh and spread his fingers
“Did you just curse at me, Didi?” he pulls back and Andy lifts his head to watch him, watch him slide the condom on while never breaking eye contact, “Hope I’m not having a bad influence on you.” His hand wraps around Andy’s ankle, “Maybe we should stop.”
He doesn’t but that doesn’t keep Andy’s mouth from opening and words from spilling out, four letter words that quicken Sid’s entry into him, bringing the teasing rubs and drifting fingers to a halt. He’s in him and it’s wet but Sid‘s never been one to make things easy. The thin frame of the bed rocks with their movements and Andy nails curl into his fist as he tries to tell him to slow down to relax his grip or he’s going to come, going to-
“Davis.” Sid groans, upper body boneless as he focuses all his strength on pumping into Andy
“No,” the other pants, “my name, call me…”
He breaks off and Sid thrusts until he’s there too, fingers leaving ankle to push himself up, undo the belt and press an open mouthed kiss to the other’s ear, whispers his name breathlessly into his ear over and over until it blurs together into a breeze against Andy’s neck.
Andy turns his head and kisses him, hauls him atop so his legs are straddling Andy’s waist and he doesn’t have to do anything but lie there with his hands still on either side of the pillow while Sid’s tongue dips into his mouth, lazily taking control of the moment.
~*~
Later, after Sid has woken up to Andy’s mussed hair sticking out from the blanket draped along his waistline he thinks of how flexible Andy is; how the marks feel beneath his tongue and things that could be broken in and new at the same time.
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