Random Vam fic, Part VI
Disclaimer: *glares at you* Does it look like I own them? No, I think not.
Warnings: Smut!
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The restaraunt we end up going to is something like a cross between Red Lobster and Outback, or something like that. It looks perfect, since there are hardly any other people here. Ville orders a platter of seafood with a side of some sort of meat and I get a steak because I can't find anything else on the menu I recognize; I ain't eating anything I can't pronounce.
We end up spending roughly half of dinner in silence, just enjoying each others company. All this time I am thinking about what is to take place afterwards. I just hope I'll be able to satisfy him, give him what he wants.
Ville descreetly rubs a leather-clad leg against mine under the table, working up my thigh and stopping just short of my crotch. I shiver and whisper his name. "Ville..."
He smiles. "Yes, sweet?" he inquires sensually, reaching across the table and taking my hands in his, slowing stroking my knuckles.
I feel myself growing hard in my jeans. I curse myself for letting myself become so easily turned on. But hey, this is Ville, you can't blame me. Ville must have noticed me tense up, because he tightens his grip on my hands. "Bam?"
I lean across the table and whisper harshly into his ear. "I want you to fuck me."
I hear him gasp quietly. "Bam, are you sure?"
I nod silently, staring deep into those vivid green eyes and seeing the lust in them. My breath quickens. "Maybe we should...go somewhere?" I suggest breathlessly.
He smiles impishly and fixes me with a seductive stare. I can feel his gaze burning into me, and I want him more than I ever have before. "I need you now," he hisses. Without another word between us, Ville grabs my hand and pulls me away from the table and out the door, our food long forgotten on the table.
Ville leads me to a nearby hotel and hurrily checks into one of the rooms, unfortunately, one on the top floor. We take the elevator, and as we're going up, we can barely keep our hands to ourselves. By the time we've reached our floor, Ville has worked my jacket off, unbuttoned my shirt, and is now kissing my neck. When the doors open, an old couple on the other side gasp dramatically, as if they'd never seen two men making out before. Well, then again, maybe they haven't. We hurry out of the elevator, and, almost trampling the couple in the process, run down the hall to our room for the night. Ville reaches into his pocket and fumbles with the key as I lick at his collarbone, becoming more impatient by the second. He finally gets the key into the lock and the door flies open, sending the two of us sprawling out onto the floor. He reaches out with his foot and kicks the door shut. That slam must've snapped me out of whatever lust-driven mode I was in, because I become inexplicably nervous.
Ville hoists himself up onto the single bed and motions for me to join him. I sit, and he looks me in the eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asks again. "I don't want you to do something that you may regret later."
I respond with a quetion of my own: "How could I ever regret this, Ville?"
He shrugs. "Who knows? What...what if sometime down the road you change your mind about us?"
"Never. I've wanted you for too long to just change my mind. Now, let's not ruin the mood. We can talk afterwards, if you want."
I don't even have to push to get him to agree with me. He nods and then kisses me. I feel more hunger in this kiss than I have ever felt before, and I can feel the faint stirring in my jeans. I close my eyes. Everything in my mind, all the questions and doubt, disappear in this moment. I don't want to--need to--think. I only want to feel. We both quickly shed our clothes, and I find myself staring at his nude form, perfect in every way.
I feel myself being lifted, feel the softness of the bed beneath me, but I don't open my eyes. No words are exchanged between us, nothing said at all beyond my murmuring Ville's name when his mouth finally leaves mine to trace a searing path down my neck and over my collarbone. I dig my nails hard into the shifting muscles of his back as his tongue flicks across my nipple, my body tensing instantly. I let out a small sound of disappointment as his mouth leaves me.
"Look at me, Bam," he orders, his voice low and husky.
I force my eyes open. The light from the lamp on the bedside table bathes him in a warm golden glow. I find the sight mesmerizing.
He lowers his mouth to mine again, our tongues battling fiercly in our mouths. One hand is tangled in my hair, the other slides over my chest, over my belly and Heartagram tattoo, and lower still. I cry out in wordless pleasure as his hand grips my erection, touching me for the first time. I surrender completely to his rhythmic touch, and he waits until I am shifting restlessly, fingers gripping his shoulders pleadingly.
Ville stops stroking me and leans off of the bed where he fumbles for something in his jacket pocket. He sits up, clutching a tube of KY. He then moves swiftly to settle between my thighs. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asks.
I nod mutely. From this point on, I have no idea what to expect. I trust Ville, though, so I remain calm.
He uncaps the tube and squeezes some of the gel out onto his fingers. He lowers his hand, and the next sensation I feel is completely unexpected; It is the sensation of one of Ville's slick fingers inside of me. I wince at his new feeling. He waits for a moment, then adds a second finger, moving them slowly in an out of me. A third finger is added to the others, bending and stretching. Just as I am begining to have second thoughts about this, his fingers strike a certain spot deep inside of me and I bite my lip hard to keep from moaning aloud.
"Don't hold back, sweetheart. This is an old hotel; the walls are thick."
Ville removes his fingers from my body and I groan from the loss.
He squeezes more lube onto his hand and lowers his hands to his own cock and caresses himself, one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. He positions himself at my enterance.
"I love you," he whispers.
I don't get a chance to reply as he pushes slowly inside of me. Even though he's taken the precautions to keep himself from hurting me, it's still painful.
"It--it hurts, Ville..." I manage to get out, my voice cracking a little.
"I know, baby, I know, but it'll be okay in a minute," replies.
For a minute he doesn't move, giving my body a chance to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of me. Ville studies my face, looking for signs of discomfort. Finding them, he asks, "A-are you alright, Bam?"
I take a shuddering breath. "Don't worry about me...just...just go..."
I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist and he begins thrusting, slowly, so as not to hurt me. All of my discomfort is lost, however, when he snakes a hand between my legs and wraps his fingers around my throbbing cock.
"Ah, fuck..."
He pumps me in time with his thrust, which are becoming progressivly faster, deeper. Then, he hits that spot deep within me, sending a white-hot jolt throughout my entire body. I whimper.
"V-Ville...harder..." I need to feel that pleasure again.
Ville obliges, angling his thrusts so they strike my prostate each time. This time, I can't keep quiet. By now, everybody on our floor knows exactly what's going on in our room. Not that I give a fuck, mind you.
Panting, I dig my nails into his shoulders, possibly drawing blood, so close to the edge.
"Ville...I--I'm gonna cum..."
Instead of slowing down, he tightens his grip on my cock and strokes me faster. The world seems to be exploading around me as I release. Ville cums seconds later with a loud cry and then collapses heavily onto me, breathing heavily. We stay this way for a while, waiting for our breathing to return to normal. He rolls off of me sluggishly and snuggles up next to me.
When I can finally speak again, I say, "Dear god. That was...wow..." I can't even find words to descibe it.
Ville grins and pecks me on the cheek. "Just shut up and sleep, sweetheart."
So I shut my eyes and do just that.
**End Part VI**
Warnings: Smut!
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The restaraunt we end up going to is something like a cross between Red Lobster and Outback, or something like that. It looks perfect, since there are hardly any other people here. Ville orders a platter of seafood with a side of some sort of meat and I get a steak because I can't find anything else on the menu I recognize; I ain't eating anything I can't pronounce.
We end up spending roughly half of dinner in silence, just enjoying each others company. All this time I am thinking about what is to take place afterwards. I just hope I'll be able to satisfy him, give him what he wants.
Ville descreetly rubs a leather-clad leg against mine under the table, working up my thigh and stopping just short of my crotch. I shiver and whisper his name. "Ville..."
He smiles. "Yes, sweet?" he inquires sensually, reaching across the table and taking my hands in his, slowing stroking my knuckles.
I feel myself growing hard in my jeans. I curse myself for letting myself become so easily turned on. But hey, this is Ville, you can't blame me. Ville must have noticed me tense up, because he tightens his grip on my hands. "Bam?"
I lean across the table and whisper harshly into his ear. "I want you to fuck me."
I hear him gasp quietly. "Bam, are you sure?"
I nod silently, staring deep into those vivid green eyes and seeing the lust in them. My breath quickens. "Maybe we should...go somewhere?" I suggest breathlessly.
He smiles impishly and fixes me with a seductive stare. I can feel his gaze burning into me, and I want him more than I ever have before. "I need you now," he hisses. Without another word between us, Ville grabs my hand and pulls me away from the table and out the door, our food long forgotten on the table.
Ville leads me to a nearby hotel and hurrily checks into one of the rooms, unfortunately, one on the top floor. We take the elevator, and as we're going up, we can barely keep our hands to ourselves. By the time we've reached our floor, Ville has worked my jacket off, unbuttoned my shirt, and is now kissing my neck. When the doors open, an old couple on the other side gasp dramatically, as if they'd never seen two men making out before. Well, then again, maybe they haven't. We hurry out of the elevator, and, almost trampling the couple in the process, run down the hall to our room for the night. Ville reaches into his pocket and fumbles with the key as I lick at his collarbone, becoming more impatient by the second. He finally gets the key into the lock and the door flies open, sending the two of us sprawling out onto the floor. He reaches out with his foot and kicks the door shut. That slam must've snapped me out of whatever lust-driven mode I was in, because I become inexplicably nervous.
Ville hoists himself up onto the single bed and motions for me to join him. I sit, and he looks me in the eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asks again. "I don't want you to do something that you may regret later."
I respond with a quetion of my own: "How could I ever regret this, Ville?"
He shrugs. "Who knows? What...what if sometime down the road you change your mind about us?"
"Never. I've wanted you for too long to just change my mind. Now, let's not ruin the mood. We can talk afterwards, if you want."
I don't even have to push to get him to agree with me. He nods and then kisses me. I feel more hunger in this kiss than I have ever felt before, and I can feel the faint stirring in my jeans. I close my eyes. Everything in my mind, all the questions and doubt, disappear in this moment. I don't want to--need to--think. I only want to feel. We both quickly shed our clothes, and I find myself staring at his nude form, perfect in every way.
I feel myself being lifted, feel the softness of the bed beneath me, but I don't open my eyes. No words are exchanged between us, nothing said at all beyond my murmuring Ville's name when his mouth finally leaves mine to trace a searing path down my neck and over my collarbone. I dig my nails hard into the shifting muscles of his back as his tongue flicks across my nipple, my body tensing instantly. I let out a small sound of disappointment as his mouth leaves me.
"Look at me, Bam," he orders, his voice low and husky.
I force my eyes open. The light from the lamp on the bedside table bathes him in a warm golden glow. I find the sight mesmerizing.
He lowers his mouth to mine again, our tongues battling fiercly in our mouths. One hand is tangled in my hair, the other slides over my chest, over my belly and Heartagram tattoo, and lower still. I cry out in wordless pleasure as his hand grips my erection, touching me for the first time. I surrender completely to his rhythmic touch, and he waits until I am shifting restlessly, fingers gripping his shoulders pleadingly.
Ville stops stroking me and leans off of the bed where he fumbles for something in his jacket pocket. He sits up, clutching a tube of KY. He then moves swiftly to settle between my thighs. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asks.
I nod mutely. From this point on, I have no idea what to expect. I trust Ville, though, so I remain calm.
He uncaps the tube and squeezes some of the gel out onto his fingers. He lowers his hand, and the next sensation I feel is completely unexpected; It is the sensation of one of Ville's slick fingers inside of me. I wince at his new feeling. He waits for a moment, then adds a second finger, moving them slowly in an out of me. A third finger is added to the others, bending and stretching. Just as I am begining to have second thoughts about this, his fingers strike a certain spot deep inside of me and I bite my lip hard to keep from moaning aloud.
"Don't hold back, sweetheart. This is an old hotel; the walls are thick."
Ville removes his fingers from my body and I groan from the loss.
He squeezes more lube onto his hand and lowers his hands to his own cock and caresses himself, one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. He positions himself at my enterance.
"I love you," he whispers.
I don't get a chance to reply as he pushes slowly inside of me. Even though he's taken the precautions to keep himself from hurting me, it's still painful.
"It--it hurts, Ville..." I manage to get out, my voice cracking a little.
"I know, baby, I know, but it'll be okay in a minute," replies.
For a minute he doesn't move, giving my body a chance to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of me. Ville studies my face, looking for signs of discomfort. Finding them, he asks, "A-are you alright, Bam?"
I take a shuddering breath. "Don't worry about me...just...just go..."
I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist and he begins thrusting, slowly, so as not to hurt me. All of my discomfort is lost, however, when he snakes a hand between my legs and wraps his fingers around my throbbing cock.
"Ah, fuck..."
He pumps me in time with his thrust, which are becoming progressivly faster, deeper. Then, he hits that spot deep within me, sending a white-hot jolt throughout my entire body. I whimper.
"V-Ville...harder..." I need to feel that pleasure again.
Ville obliges, angling his thrusts so they strike my prostate each time. This time, I can't keep quiet. By now, everybody on our floor knows exactly what's going on in our room. Not that I give a fuck, mind you.
Panting, I dig my nails into his shoulders, possibly drawing blood, so close to the edge.
"Ville...I--I'm gonna cum..."
Instead of slowing down, he tightens his grip on my cock and strokes me faster. The world seems to be exploading around me as I release. Ville cums seconds later with a loud cry and then collapses heavily onto me, breathing heavily. We stay this way for a while, waiting for our breathing to return to normal. He rolls off of me sluggishly and snuggles up next to me.
When I can finally speak again, I say, "Dear god. That was...wow..." I can't even find words to descibe it.
Ville grins and pecks me on the cheek. "Just shut up and sleep, sweetheart."
So I shut my eyes and do just that.
**End Part VI**