TLR: Rules of the Game
Fandom: The Last Remnant
Main characters: David, Rush, Torgal
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Rush/David
Contains: Bit of domination, rimming, sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: There are only two rules, for now.
Notes: It's Porn Battle time again!
Okay, so, from what he knows of sovani customs, Torgal would freak out if he caught them like this. For a value of 'freak out' that would ensure Rush didn't actually survive the experience. David is on his knees, his head slightly bowed, waiting, so Rush clears his throat a little. "First rule," he says, and yeah, his mouth is a little dry, "is that you've got to be quiet, Dave. Can you do that? For me?"
Dave nods, just once, quick and certain. Maybe it's occurred to him, too.
"Okay," Rush says, and then, just testing, "Good." And Dave shivers, which -- Rush cups his cheek and brushes his thumb over his cheekbone, buying himself time to think. "Second rule, you're gonna have to tell me if you don't like something. I'm not exactly experienced at this. All you have to do is say 'stop', okay?"
Dave nods again. A shiver runs down Rush's spine when Dave shuffles closer, still on his knees, rests his forehead against Rush's hip. It's -- so much trust, and Rush's heart aches, knowing that David can't do this with anyone else. Can't let go. Wants to, finally, with him.
"I'm gonna take care of you," he promises. The look David gives him, up from under his eyelashes, says that he knows, but Rush doesn't let himself bask in that. He pulls away, leaving Dave bereft -- waits a beat, two, lets the pause stretch out, lets the anticipation seep into his bones. "Okay," he says, finally. "Go get on the bed."
And David does, just like that. He shrugs out of his coat on the way, which Rush allows, because it gets him a better look at David's body, muscle and bone under skin, the fine lines of him. Even in a makeshift camp along the way to Baaluk to chase up some rumour or other, there's a proper bed, too, which is convenient, and the rich colour of the sheets looks good against Dave's skin.
Rush clears his throat. "Yeah, get undressed for me." Because, hey, it's what they both want, right?
He stays put while David obeys him, watching as he loosens buckles and straps, shedding his clothes and leaving them in a heap by the side of the bed. Some people look vulnerable naked: not David. He's lean and strong and perfect, his skin lightly tanned all over -- Rush itches to ask about that, unable to quite picture David sunbathing in the nude, as appealing as that sounds, but now is so not the time -- and yeah, Rush itches to touch, but he does know, on occasion, when waiting counts for more.
"Rush," David says, softly, and Rush shakes his head.
"Stay put," he says. "I wanna look at you," and there it is, Dave's shiver, and a flush too, light over his cheekbones. He grins. "Do you know what I wanna do to you?"
David shakes his head. Which is just how Rush wants it, really. He goes over to the bed, leans down to kiss Dave -- keeps it teasingly light, grinning more when David makes a noise in the back of his throat, something desperate, already.
"Get on your hands and knees," he says, and steps back, watching Dave do that, the movement of his shoulder blades under skin, the almost cat-like arch of his back. He can't just watch for long, though, and he just has to climb up on the bed behind Dave, run his hands over his back -- run his hands all over him, actually. He squeezes his ass gently, because, c'mon, who wouldn't? -- and Dave makes this great little sound in his throat, again. "Ssh," he says, reminding him, and ducks down behind him, real quick, not giving himself time to think or David time to figure out what he's doing. He licks over Dave's entrance, pushing just a little, and David shudders all over. Rush can see his hands clenching in the sheets.
"Rush," he says again, unsteadily.
Rush slaps his hip -- just lightly, but he gasps again. He doesn't need any more than that for a reminder, though, and besides, he has more interesting things to do, flicking his tongue over Dave's entrance again and again, until he's shaking and making those little noises constantly -- and then he pushes in. And, okay, he can't get very far inside David like this, but it seems like it's enough: David is very much out of breath, at least, and biting back full-blown moans now.
He pulls back a little, and he's not sure who's more disappointed, actually. "Need oil," he says. "Be right back." He scrambles off the bed and goes for his supplies, picking up the first vaguely viscuous fluid he can find that won't sting or something, and then scrambles back onto the bed. Dave's still shaking, so he puts his hands on his back for a minute to steady him. "Hey, hey," he soothes, and Dave nods: still okay, then.
So okay, Rush should maybe stretch this out even more, but baby steps, right? He wants to take David apart in the best possible way, piece by piece, but that'd be frightening all at once, especially for someone as tightly controlled as Dave is. He's never done this before, but he can figure that much out for himself, at least. He gets oil on his fingers and taps Dave's hip lightly.
"Get on your back," he says, softly, and yeah, it's never going to get old, how Dave immediately moves to obey, or the play of his muscles under his skin. That's pretty much always gonna be captivating, and Rush says that as someone whose attention span is -- ooh, look, what's that?
It's far too easy to slide one finger into Dave, already relaxed and eager, clenching down just a little when he twists his fingers. So he puts another one in, watching Dave's face the whole time, for the bite of his lip, for the slight scrunch of his eyebrows that means pain. But there's nothing, just eager need, even when Rush sinks his fingers in as deep as he can.
"Do you do this to yourself?" he asks, suddenly, and Dave's nod seems almost surprised out of him. Rush groans, and yeah, that's it. "You ready? Don't wanna rush it, but... I kinda do wanna rush it. Would you like that?"
"I... yes," Dave says, and damn, his voice. The hesitation isn't a real hesitation, either, just breathless need, surprise, a sharp spike of desire. Which is great.
"Okay," Rush says, "okay, yeah," but he's not stupid, so he adds some extra slick to his fingers and pushes them deep one more time, slicks his cock as well, before he presses close and presses in. Dave's body vibrates with his moan, but he muffles it, obedient, and Rush bites back a groan of his own as he settles in deep. He means to take it slow, he really does, but he can't help rocking his hips a little. Dave feels so damn good, and he's not resisting at all -- if anything, he's rocking into it, and the expression on his face... But, just to make sure -- "Okay?"
"Rush, yes," Dave hisses, arching his back. But he's stilled, giving back control. "Please."
"Like I could say no to you," Rush says, and kisses wherever he can reach -- the inside of Dave's knee, it turns out, and he bites there too, just gently, because he can. He kinda wants to lean down and kiss Dave's mouth, but he likes the leverage he's got here, too, letting him pull out and push back inside in one quick smooth movement. Dave puts his hand over his own mouth, biting at the fleshy part of the palm, still keeping himself quiet, just like Rush told him to. Which, damn, again.
It's good, it's really really good, and any plans Rush had about teasing or at least going slow are lost in the heat of Dave's body, the tightness of him, and the way he moans when he can't quite hold it back, the sounds dragged out of him jagged and sharp and good. He'd thought this wouldn't be good enough, intense enough, but Dave is all his right now, obedient to him, and there's no way he has any vestige of control, not with the sounds that he's muffling with his palm.
Still -- Rush thrusts deep and wraps a hand around David's cock, wanting to give him more, give him everything. Except that's it for Dave, apparently, and he's arching his back and coming, helplessly, his hand slipping from a mouth and a cry falling out of it. Rush bends close and kisses him quickly, grinding into him deep and sweet, feeling Dave tighten up around him, around his cock, digging his fingers into the skin of his back. It's so good, and Rush comes right after, pushing in deep and muffling his own deep groan in Dave's mouth.
"Lord David?" Torgal asks, outside, and Rush nearly jumps out of his skin. Dave keeps his arms around him tightly, though, and somehow he can actually still talk, his voice only a little rough -- as if with sleep, not quite as fucked out as Rush had hoped.
"Everything's fine, Torgal. You need to rest, too."
"Yes, Lord David," the sovani says, but Rush doesn't relax until he hears the muffled sound of Torgal entering his own tent. He eases up a little, and oh -- Dave is smiling, no, almost grinning, flushed and sweaty with wisps of his hair clinging to his forehead, curling just a little.
This was the best idea ever, Rush decides, right then and there.
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Main characters: David, Rush, Torgal
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Rush/David
Contains: Bit of domination, rimming, sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: There are only two rules, for now.
Notes: It's Porn Battle time again!
Okay, so, from what he knows of sovani customs, Torgal would freak out if he caught them like this. For a value of 'freak out' that would ensure Rush didn't actually survive the experience. David is on his knees, his head slightly bowed, waiting, so Rush clears his throat a little. "First rule," he says, and yeah, his mouth is a little dry, "is that you've got to be quiet, Dave. Can you do that? For me?"
Dave nods, just once, quick and certain. Maybe it's occurred to him, too.
"Okay," Rush says, and then, just testing, "Good." And Dave shivers, which -- Rush cups his cheek and brushes his thumb over his cheekbone, buying himself time to think. "Second rule, you're gonna have to tell me if you don't like something. I'm not exactly experienced at this. All you have to do is say 'stop', okay?"
Dave nods again. A shiver runs down Rush's spine when Dave shuffles closer, still on his knees, rests his forehead against Rush's hip. It's -- so much trust, and Rush's heart aches, knowing that David can't do this with anyone else. Can't let go. Wants to, finally, with him.
"I'm gonna take care of you," he promises. The look David gives him, up from under his eyelashes, says that he knows, but Rush doesn't let himself bask in that. He pulls away, leaving Dave bereft -- waits a beat, two, lets the pause stretch out, lets the anticipation seep into his bones. "Okay," he says, finally. "Go get on the bed."
And David does, just like that. He shrugs out of his coat on the way, which Rush allows, because it gets him a better look at David's body, muscle and bone under skin, the fine lines of him. Even in a makeshift camp along the way to Baaluk to chase up some rumour or other, there's a proper bed, too, which is convenient, and the rich colour of the sheets looks good against Dave's skin.
Rush clears his throat. "Yeah, get undressed for me." Because, hey, it's what they both want, right?
He stays put while David obeys him, watching as he loosens buckles and straps, shedding his clothes and leaving them in a heap by the side of the bed. Some people look vulnerable naked: not David. He's lean and strong and perfect, his skin lightly tanned all over -- Rush itches to ask about that, unable to quite picture David sunbathing in the nude, as appealing as that sounds, but now is so not the time -- and yeah, Rush itches to touch, but he does know, on occasion, when waiting counts for more.
"Rush," David says, softly, and Rush shakes his head.
"Stay put," he says. "I wanna look at you," and there it is, Dave's shiver, and a flush too, light over his cheekbones. He grins. "Do you know what I wanna do to you?"
David shakes his head. Which is just how Rush wants it, really. He goes over to the bed, leans down to kiss Dave -- keeps it teasingly light, grinning more when David makes a noise in the back of his throat, something desperate, already.
"Get on your hands and knees," he says, and steps back, watching Dave do that, the movement of his shoulder blades under skin, the almost cat-like arch of his back. He can't just watch for long, though, and he just has to climb up on the bed behind Dave, run his hands over his back -- run his hands all over him, actually. He squeezes his ass gently, because, c'mon, who wouldn't? -- and Dave makes this great little sound in his throat, again. "Ssh," he says, reminding him, and ducks down behind him, real quick, not giving himself time to think or David time to figure out what he's doing. He licks over Dave's entrance, pushing just a little, and David shudders all over. Rush can see his hands clenching in the sheets.
"Rush," he says again, unsteadily.
Rush slaps his hip -- just lightly, but he gasps again. He doesn't need any more than that for a reminder, though, and besides, he has more interesting things to do, flicking his tongue over Dave's entrance again and again, until he's shaking and making those little noises constantly -- and then he pushes in. And, okay, he can't get very far inside David like this, but it seems like it's enough: David is very much out of breath, at least, and biting back full-blown moans now.
He pulls back a little, and he's not sure who's more disappointed, actually. "Need oil," he says. "Be right back." He scrambles off the bed and goes for his supplies, picking up the first vaguely viscuous fluid he can find that won't sting or something, and then scrambles back onto the bed. Dave's still shaking, so he puts his hands on his back for a minute to steady him. "Hey, hey," he soothes, and Dave nods: still okay, then.
So okay, Rush should maybe stretch this out even more, but baby steps, right? He wants to take David apart in the best possible way, piece by piece, but that'd be frightening all at once, especially for someone as tightly controlled as Dave is. He's never done this before, but he can figure that much out for himself, at least. He gets oil on his fingers and taps Dave's hip lightly.
"Get on your back," he says, softly, and yeah, it's never going to get old, how Dave immediately moves to obey, or the play of his muscles under his skin. That's pretty much always gonna be captivating, and Rush says that as someone whose attention span is -- ooh, look, what's that?
It's far too easy to slide one finger into Dave, already relaxed and eager, clenching down just a little when he twists his fingers. So he puts another one in, watching Dave's face the whole time, for the bite of his lip, for the slight scrunch of his eyebrows that means pain. But there's nothing, just eager need, even when Rush sinks his fingers in as deep as he can.
"Do you do this to yourself?" he asks, suddenly, and Dave's nod seems almost surprised out of him. Rush groans, and yeah, that's it. "You ready? Don't wanna rush it, but... I kinda do wanna rush it. Would you like that?"
"I... yes," Dave says, and damn, his voice. The hesitation isn't a real hesitation, either, just breathless need, surprise, a sharp spike of desire. Which is great.
"Okay," Rush says, "okay, yeah," but he's not stupid, so he adds some extra slick to his fingers and pushes them deep one more time, slicks his cock as well, before he presses close and presses in. Dave's body vibrates with his moan, but he muffles it, obedient, and Rush bites back a groan of his own as he settles in deep. He means to take it slow, he really does, but he can't help rocking his hips a little. Dave feels so damn good, and he's not resisting at all -- if anything, he's rocking into it, and the expression on his face... But, just to make sure -- "Okay?"
"Rush, yes," Dave hisses, arching his back. But he's stilled, giving back control. "Please."
"Like I could say no to you," Rush says, and kisses wherever he can reach -- the inside of Dave's knee, it turns out, and he bites there too, just gently, because he can. He kinda wants to lean down and kiss Dave's mouth, but he likes the leverage he's got here, too, letting him pull out and push back inside in one quick smooth movement. Dave puts his hand over his own mouth, biting at the fleshy part of the palm, still keeping himself quiet, just like Rush told him to. Which, damn, again.
It's good, it's really really good, and any plans Rush had about teasing or at least going slow are lost in the heat of Dave's body, the tightness of him, and the way he moans when he can't quite hold it back, the sounds dragged out of him jagged and sharp and good. He'd thought this wouldn't be good enough, intense enough, but Dave is all his right now, obedient to him, and there's no way he has any vestige of control, not with the sounds that he's muffling with his palm.
Still -- Rush thrusts deep and wraps a hand around David's cock, wanting to give him more, give him everything. Except that's it for Dave, apparently, and he's arching his back and coming, helplessly, his hand slipping from a mouth and a cry falling out of it. Rush bends close and kisses him quickly, grinding into him deep and sweet, feeling Dave tighten up around him, around his cock, digging his fingers into the skin of his back. It's so good, and Rush comes right after, pushing in deep and muffling his own deep groan in Dave's mouth.
"Lord David?" Torgal asks, outside, and Rush nearly jumps out of his skin. Dave keeps his arms around him tightly, though, and somehow he can actually still talk, his voice only a little rough -- as if with sleep, not quite as fucked out as Rush had hoped.
"Everything's fine, Torgal. You need to rest, too."
"Yes, Lord David," the sovani says, but Rush doesn't relax until he hears the muffled sound of Torgal entering his own tent. He eases up a little, and oh -- Dave is smiling, no, almost grinning, flushed and sweaty with wisps of his hair clinging to his forehead, curling just a little.
This was the best idea ever, Rush decides, right then and there.
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