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Title: Oasis
Author: Eggeh
Genre: PWP
Pairings/Characters: LukexGuy (HOH YES.)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sex drabble. Why am I obsessed with sweat? >: \
"Luke, what the hell is-augh, ow, Luke!"
"Shut the hell up, Guy." Luke's words were muffled, as his lips were currently occupied sucking every available spot of skin located on Guy's neck. He'd already unzipped Guy's jumpsuit and was currently removing it, tugging it from Guy's shoulders as the blonde yanked insistantly on his collar.
"There's people downstairs still. It'll be obvious as to what we're doing," Guy pointed out breathlessly, actions not matching his hesitant words as he dragged his fingertips down Luke's stomach and fumbled with his belt buckle.
"Fine. Let them be jealous that I'm the one with the hot blonde." Luke pulled back long enough to smirk -Guy actually blushed as he grinned back- before attacking Guy's neck anew, thumbs brushing over his nipples when he rubbed Guy's chest. The swordsman groaned and arched his back, slipping his fingers deftly past Luke's waistband in retaliation.
"Nngh," Luke gasped, tensing and closing his teeth on Guy's shoulder rather hard when fingers wrapped firmly around him. Ignoring the ensuing yelp and angry curse, Luke nestled his face in the crook of Guy's neck, shuddering slightly when the hand jerked teasingly. "Guy...don't do that to me, you ass..."
"You bit me," Guy pointed out rather unnecessarily, and withdrew his hand. Quite suddenly, he was shoved backwards and onto the bed, flopping over with his knees bent and legs dangling over the edge, toes brushing the floor, and a very incensed redhead straddling his waist. "Um, Luke-"
"Shut up, Guy." Luke lay flush atop Guy and wriggled out of his pants, tossing them to the floor and lifting himself to yank unceremoniously on the remainder of Guy's maintenance suit.
"Luke, I'm usually-"
"Not today you're not." The dying sunlight was streaming through the wooden blinds -one of them was apparently broken in half- and lighting Luke and Guy's skin gold. Sweat beaded on Luke's forehead, and his fingers slipped over Guy's hips to pull his pantlegs down, over and off of his feet, dumping the clothing next to his. Humming in approval, Guy staring warily up at him with an eyebrow raised, Luke re-straddled his thighs and leaned down to lick a droplet of sweat from its path of rolling down Guy's stomach.
Guy made a low, gutteral sound in the back of his throat, pulling a leg from underneath Luke and lifting it to hook around Luke's waist. "Rgh, fine. Just this once."
"Just this once?" Luke scooted down Guy's legs and off of the bed, kneeling at the edge and beckoning.
Guy, recognizing a very marvelous cue if he ever saw one, pushed himself up eagerly and repositioned himself with a delighted grin, shuddering when Luke's hot breath washed over him and his fingers lightly squeezed his thighs. "You heard me, just this once."
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"Sh-shit, Luke," Guy stammered, grasping the arm wrapped around his stomach and digging his nails into the flesh, hanging his head and gasping, "I lied. You can do this whenever you want to."
"Ungh," Luke responded, shaking his arm pointedly, but unable to dislodge Guy's tenacious grip. He figured it was an even trade-off, and thrust into Guy rather hard as a form of punishment. Guy shouted and reared up against Luke, whose fingers tightened and clawed at the skin stretched over his pectoral at the friction. "Guy...augh..." His forehead slipped on Guy's sweat-slicked back and his breath was hot and humid and damn it was it hot in this room.
Luke wondered why it was that his greatest revelations came to him in the middle of having sex with Guy. Perhaps because Guy took him to a place he'd never visited with another, perhaps because Guy was always so damn talkative during their little excursions -although him being literally on the other end of the stick appeared to be affecting that- or perhaps because he felt so absolutely amazing that there was no way that this was a physical body, no way he was still rooted to this planet, shackled to the surface.
God. Luke wondered if he felt this tight, and pressed his lips feverishly to Guy's shoulderblade, over and over again, fingers sliding over his chest -there was so much sweat, damn desert!- and pounded into Guy. As an afterthought, he removed the hand that had been clamped atop Guy's thigh -shit, there were five neat little bruises there now- and reached down between Guy's legs to stroke his erection.
Guy spat out a curse, gasping roughly and releasing Luke's arm to slam his fist against the headboard. Something cracked, but both participants had passed the point of caring about anyone hearing them now. At least, Luke certainly had, because this was fucking Guy, and this was fucking Guy, and this was fucking awesome. He was sure that if a blade were pressed to his throat and his assailant asked if there was anything he wished to do before his untimely and assuredly gruesome death, his response would undoubtedly be, "I would like to fuck Guy, please."
Luke pumped Guy and Guy shouted, hand snapping out to grasp the top of the headboard, and the ominous creaking indicated that the feeble plywood composing it would break soon and Luke debated drawing Guy's hand back; that idea was swiftly disposed of, as Guy would just cling to his hand instead, and Guy was really strong and would probably crush his bones into nothing.
It might have been the fact that Guy had been irritated with him all day -oh how Luke loved angry sex- or it could have been the fact that he'd unzipped his maintenance suit in an effort to stay somewhat cool in this hellish desert, but when Luke had recieved a glance with just a glimmer of his, "I am ready to screw now," looks, Luke had all but dragged the group into the oasis, booked the rooms and forced Guy up here. The last time they'd had sex when less than pleased with each other, Luke had been on the receiving end -which was usually the case anyways. But not today. Oh no. It was payback, it was sweet and it was the best moment of Luke's short, impressionable life so far.
"Augh," Guy groaned beneath him, "rgh!" Luke marveled at how Guy could take it and still somehow come off as a man in the situation; at least, he knew that he whimpered and gasped like some girl, a fact that always embarassed him. Guy had reassured him several times that it didn't make him any less of a man to be bottom, but Luke still wished that he didn't simper so much during sex.
Oh well. Guy was spectacular, anyways.
"Luke," Guy ground out, and drew blood in the form of little crescent shapes on Luke's arm, "I'm still kind of pissed at you."
"Even better," Luke gasped, and slammed into Guy, shuddering from the force of his climax when Guy shouted and closed around him. In an effort to keep it, that place, keep that feeling Luke thrust a couple times -albeit a little half-heartedly- and bowed over Guy's back, wilting and gasping and inhaling humid salt from the persperation rolling down Guy's spine. "H-how the hell are you still up?" he asked wearily, noticing that Guy hadn't collapsed like he usually did.
"You weren't that great," Guy scoffed, and yelped when Luke bit his shoulder. "Ow! Ha ha, I'm joking. I'm not mad at you anymore, either." He winced slightly when Luke pulled out, and settled on his stomach on the bed, arms spread out and panting happily into the pillows. Luke sat on the edge of the mattress, using the sheet to wipe his hand and glaring at the little red half-moons on his arm.
"You're such a brute, Guy," he muttered, turning the tiny wounds this way and that, flinging the sheet to the floor and stretching out beside his lover, admiring the copper hue the sun had set into his skin. It looked good against his hair, which had brightened to a white-blond from all the sun.
"Sorry," Guy murmured, eyelids at half-mast. Luke held his arm in front of his face and he kissed it, chuckling. "But I think I made up for it." He shifted his weight and grimaced. "Ow."
"Now you know how I feel."
Title: By Name
Author: Eggeh
Genre: PWP
Pairings/Characters: JadexPeony
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'Nother sex drabble. First time for me writing one with JadexPeony! :D
"We've got to stop meeting like this."
"I would appreciate it if you'd leave the puns at the door, Your Majesty," Jade muttered, using far too much of his patience in beginning slowly to have any left over to tolerate any of Peony's insufferable lip. He punctuated the title of royalty with a particularly pointed thrust that made the blonde emperor squirm.
"AH!! Okay, okay, I'll stop." Peony's leg curled around Jade's slim waist, and he gripped the Necromancer's forearms tightly, breath catching in his throat. "Jade, why won't you take that promotion?"
"Because." His words were clipped, but his movements were most certainly not. Jade shifted his weight and drove into Peony with a newfound force, pulling a strangled shout from the monarch's lips.
"Y-you're not shutting me up that-ah! Ah! There, there!" And Peony forgot his own resolve to find out why Jade shied from the stepladder to the upper ranks because he was far too busy getting screwed for silly things like career and obligation and responsibility to get in the way. Jade apparently was pleased with his success, and let Peony know of his gratefulness by wrapping his fingers around him. "S-sweet Score and Lorelei, Jade," Peony gasped, and a hand slid up Jade's arm to sling around his neck.
"Rgh," Jade responded elegantly, and moved his hands to wrap around Peony's slick-with-sweat back.
"Jade, just say it," Peony panted, nails digging into Jade's back as he approached his peak. "Just o-once, don't be such an-ah!" Peony jerked, and clenched around Jade, who drew him tightly to himself, gasping into his shoulder and trembling fiercely as he came as well. Moments passed, and Peony sank into Jade's arms sleepily, smiling that drowsy, relaxed smile of someone who had just had a very good lay.
"I must get back to work, Your Majesty," Jade told him, and gently eased Peony back down onto the bed, moving to pull his clothing back on and running a hand through his hair in a pathetic attempt to straighten it. Glancing over his shoulder, Jade added vaguely, "Sleep well, Peony," before striding confidently through the door, hands firmly entrenched within his pockets.
Though it was somewhat odd, Peony found himself laughing hysterically into his pillow. Never again did he ask Jade to call him by name.
Author: Eggeh
Genre: PWP
Pairings/Characters: LukexGuy (HOH YES.)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sex drabble. Why am I obsessed with sweat? >: \
"Luke, what the hell is-augh, ow, Luke!"
"Shut the hell up, Guy." Luke's words were muffled, as his lips were currently occupied sucking every available spot of skin located on Guy's neck. He'd already unzipped Guy's jumpsuit and was currently removing it, tugging it from Guy's shoulders as the blonde yanked insistantly on his collar.
"There's people downstairs still. It'll be obvious as to what we're doing," Guy pointed out breathlessly, actions not matching his hesitant words as he dragged his fingertips down Luke's stomach and fumbled with his belt buckle.
"Fine. Let them be jealous that I'm the one with the hot blonde." Luke pulled back long enough to smirk -Guy actually blushed as he grinned back- before attacking Guy's neck anew, thumbs brushing over his nipples when he rubbed Guy's chest. The swordsman groaned and arched his back, slipping his fingers deftly past Luke's waistband in retaliation.
"Nngh," Luke gasped, tensing and closing his teeth on Guy's shoulder rather hard when fingers wrapped firmly around him. Ignoring the ensuing yelp and angry curse, Luke nestled his face in the crook of Guy's neck, shuddering slightly when the hand jerked teasingly. "Guy...don't do that to me, you ass..."
"You bit me," Guy pointed out rather unnecessarily, and withdrew his hand. Quite suddenly, he was shoved backwards and onto the bed, flopping over with his knees bent and legs dangling over the edge, toes brushing the floor, and a very incensed redhead straddling his waist. "Um, Luke-"
"Shut up, Guy." Luke lay flush atop Guy and wriggled out of his pants, tossing them to the floor and lifting himself to yank unceremoniously on the remainder of Guy's maintenance suit.
"Luke, I'm usually-"
"Not today you're not." The dying sunlight was streaming through the wooden blinds -one of them was apparently broken in half- and lighting Luke and Guy's skin gold. Sweat beaded on Luke's forehead, and his fingers slipped over Guy's hips to pull his pantlegs down, over and off of his feet, dumping the clothing next to his. Humming in approval, Guy staring warily up at him with an eyebrow raised, Luke re-straddled his thighs and leaned down to lick a droplet of sweat from its path of rolling down Guy's stomach.
Guy made a low, gutteral sound in the back of his throat, pulling a leg from underneath Luke and lifting it to hook around Luke's waist. "Rgh, fine. Just this once."
"Just this once?" Luke scooted down Guy's legs and off of the bed, kneeling at the edge and beckoning.
Guy, recognizing a very marvelous cue if he ever saw one, pushed himself up eagerly and repositioned himself with a delighted grin, shuddering when Luke's hot breath washed over him and his fingers lightly squeezed his thighs. "You heard me, just this once."
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"Sh-shit, Luke," Guy stammered, grasping the arm wrapped around his stomach and digging his nails into the flesh, hanging his head and gasping, "I lied. You can do this whenever you want to."
"Ungh," Luke responded, shaking his arm pointedly, but unable to dislodge Guy's tenacious grip. He figured it was an even trade-off, and thrust into Guy rather hard as a form of punishment. Guy shouted and reared up against Luke, whose fingers tightened and clawed at the skin stretched over his pectoral at the friction. "Guy...augh..." His forehead slipped on Guy's sweat-slicked back and his breath was hot and humid and damn it was it hot in this room.
Luke wondered why it was that his greatest revelations came to him in the middle of having sex with Guy. Perhaps because Guy took him to a place he'd never visited with another, perhaps because Guy was always so damn talkative during their little excursions -although him being literally on the other end of the stick appeared to be affecting that- or perhaps because he felt so absolutely amazing that there was no way that this was a physical body, no way he was still rooted to this planet, shackled to the surface.
God. Luke wondered if he felt this tight, and pressed his lips feverishly to Guy's shoulderblade, over and over again, fingers sliding over his chest -there was so much sweat, damn desert!- and pounded into Guy. As an afterthought, he removed the hand that had been clamped atop Guy's thigh -shit, there were five neat little bruises there now- and reached down between Guy's legs to stroke his erection.
Guy spat out a curse, gasping roughly and releasing Luke's arm to slam his fist against the headboard. Something cracked, but both participants had passed the point of caring about anyone hearing them now. At least, Luke certainly had, because this was fucking Guy, and this was fucking Guy, and this was fucking awesome. He was sure that if a blade were pressed to his throat and his assailant asked if there was anything he wished to do before his untimely and assuredly gruesome death, his response would undoubtedly be, "I would like to fuck Guy, please."
Luke pumped Guy and Guy shouted, hand snapping out to grasp the top of the headboard, and the ominous creaking indicated that the feeble plywood composing it would break soon and Luke debated drawing Guy's hand back; that idea was swiftly disposed of, as Guy would just cling to his hand instead, and Guy was really strong and would probably crush his bones into nothing.
It might have been the fact that Guy had been irritated with him all day -oh how Luke loved angry sex- or it could have been the fact that he'd unzipped his maintenance suit in an effort to stay somewhat cool in this hellish desert, but when Luke had recieved a glance with just a glimmer of his, "I am ready to screw now," looks, Luke had all but dragged the group into the oasis, booked the rooms and forced Guy up here. The last time they'd had sex when less than pleased with each other, Luke had been on the receiving end -which was usually the case anyways. But not today. Oh no. It was payback, it was sweet and it was the best moment of Luke's short, impressionable life so far.
"Augh," Guy groaned beneath him, "rgh!" Luke marveled at how Guy could take it and still somehow come off as a man in the situation; at least, he knew that he whimpered and gasped like some girl, a fact that always embarassed him. Guy had reassured him several times that it didn't make him any less of a man to be bottom, but Luke still wished that he didn't simper so much during sex.
Oh well. Guy was spectacular, anyways.
"Luke," Guy ground out, and drew blood in the form of little crescent shapes on Luke's arm, "I'm still kind of pissed at you."
"Even better," Luke gasped, and slammed into Guy, shuddering from the force of his climax when Guy shouted and closed around him. In an effort to keep it, that place, keep that feeling Luke thrust a couple times -albeit a little half-heartedly- and bowed over Guy's back, wilting and gasping and inhaling humid salt from the persperation rolling down Guy's spine. "H-how the hell are you still up?" he asked wearily, noticing that Guy hadn't collapsed like he usually did.
"You weren't that great," Guy scoffed, and yelped when Luke bit his shoulder. "Ow! Ha ha, I'm joking. I'm not mad at you anymore, either." He winced slightly when Luke pulled out, and settled on his stomach on the bed, arms spread out and panting happily into the pillows. Luke sat on the edge of the mattress, using the sheet to wipe his hand and glaring at the little red half-moons on his arm.
"You're such a brute, Guy," he muttered, turning the tiny wounds this way and that, flinging the sheet to the floor and stretching out beside his lover, admiring the copper hue the sun had set into his skin. It looked good against his hair, which had brightened to a white-blond from all the sun.
"Sorry," Guy murmured, eyelids at half-mast. Luke held his arm in front of his face and he kissed it, chuckling. "But I think I made up for it." He shifted his weight and grimaced. "Ow."
"Now you know how I feel."
Title: By Name
Author: Eggeh
Genre: PWP
Pairings/Characters: JadexPeony
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'Nother sex drabble. First time for me writing one with JadexPeony! :D
"We've got to stop meeting like this."
"I would appreciate it if you'd leave the puns at the door, Your Majesty," Jade muttered, using far too much of his patience in beginning slowly to have any left over to tolerate any of Peony's insufferable lip. He punctuated the title of royalty with a particularly pointed thrust that made the blonde emperor squirm.
"AH!! Okay, okay, I'll stop." Peony's leg curled around Jade's slim waist, and he gripped the Necromancer's forearms tightly, breath catching in his throat. "Jade, why won't you take that promotion?"
"Because." His words were clipped, but his movements were most certainly not. Jade shifted his weight and drove into Peony with a newfound force, pulling a strangled shout from the monarch's lips.
"Y-you're not shutting me up that-ah! Ah! There, there!" And Peony forgot his own resolve to find out why Jade shied from the stepladder to the upper ranks because he was far too busy getting screwed for silly things like career and obligation and responsibility to get in the way. Jade apparently was pleased with his success, and let Peony know of his gratefulness by wrapping his fingers around him. "S-sweet Score and Lorelei, Jade," Peony gasped, and a hand slid up Jade's arm to sling around his neck.
"Rgh," Jade responded elegantly, and moved his hands to wrap around Peony's slick-with-sweat back.
"Jade, just say it," Peony panted, nails digging into Jade's back as he approached his peak. "Just o-once, don't be such an-ah!" Peony jerked, and clenched around Jade, who drew him tightly to himself, gasping into his shoulder and trembling fiercely as he came as well. Moments passed, and Peony sank into Jade's arms sleepily, smiling that drowsy, relaxed smile of someone who had just had a very good lay.
"I must get back to work, Your Majesty," Jade told him, and gently eased Peony back down onto the bed, moving to pull his clothing back on and running a hand through his hair in a pathetic attempt to straighten it. Glancing over his shoulder, Jade added vaguely, "Sleep well, Peony," before striding confidently through the door, hands firmly entrenched within his pockets.
Though it was somewhat odd, Peony found himself laughing hysterically into his pillow. Never again did he ask Jade to call him by name.