Let's go boar hunting!
Title: Hunters
Pairing: Sawyer/Desmond
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Author's notes: English is not my first language.
Summary: Boar hunting was what Sawyer said, but he meant something else...
Dedication: For Faith again :P not that I mind writing this ;)
Sawyer called it boar hunting when he invited Desmond to come with him. It was, of course, the perfect excuse to get to spend some time together in the jungle without people wondering what was really going on.
The minute Sawyer had pointed him into the direction of the caves Desmond knew what was about to happen. The naughty look on Sawyer’s face while he opened the zipper of his jeans had made him hard instantly.
He slowly cups Sawyer’s balls while Sawyer takes his shaft in his hand. They both sigh at the feel of each others member and standing this close it’s actually just a mixture of hands and dicks down there. For a few seconds they kiss, slightly embarrassed, but everything is too good to feel negative about it. This is just lust, Sawyer thinks, nothing wrong with that.
Desmond starts moaning when Sawyer starts to jerk him off faster. Slowly the big man goes down on his knees and takes Desmond’s length in entirely. He sucks his cock like it’s ice cream. His warm, wet mouth makes Desmond moan even more, the sound echoing in the hollow caves. Sawyer surprises him when he inserts one finger in his anus. It’s a pleasant surprise and Desmond suddenly realizes he wants more.
”Fuck me brotha!” he moans.
It’s something Sawyer was waiting, hoping for. Every time he takes a look at Desmond's ass he wonders how it will feel to fuck him there.
He takes his own cock in his hand while Desmond leans forward against a rock, spreading his legs, exposing himself for Sawyer. With his own and Desmond’s pre-cum on the tip of his cock it’s easy for Sawyer to enter him and they both moan out loud at the first thrust. Sawyer is big and hard, still growing inside of Desmond. He holds Desmond’s waist as he starts thrusting deeper. Tiny drops of sweat are pouring down, from Sawyer’s chest to Desmond’s back, from Desmond’s chest to the floor. Sawyer’s right hand finds Desmond’s erection and he starts jerking him off again.
Their sounds are animalistic, every second of their hot fuck they start moaning and groaning louder. Desmond releases one hand to jerk himself off too now. On his throbbing cock they play with each others fingers. The closed area they create around the shaft it is perfect to thrust in. In the rhythm of Sawyer’s thrusts inside of him Desmond starts thrusting in their hands. Sawyer’s hand is big and masculine, his touch fierce and skilled. With his thumb he caresses the tip of Desmond’s cock, using the natural lube Desmond provides.
They just fuck, consume each other in the cave, a supposedly cool place but right now it’s just hot.
Sawyer notices the breathing of the man under him is getting heavier; it’s the breathing of a man approaching his orgasm. Slowly he keeps thrusting, filling Desmond from behind as he jerks him off the way he would jerk himself at this point; fast and rough. Desmond’s body starts trembling slightly under him as he feels his hot semen spurting over his hand.
”Oh brotha” Desmond moans. He tries to catch his breath but Sawyer doesn’t give him the chance. Immediately after Desmond’s orgasm he focuses on himself again, fucking Desmond with passion. The heat alone that is surrounding his cock can make him come at this point. He takes a deep breath before he surrenders himself to the sensation that is going through his body. The last deep thrust leaves Desmond filled with his semen completely.
They return to camp without a boar, yet they’re not unsatisfied at all.
Pairing: Sawyer/Desmond
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Author's notes: English is not my first language.
Summary: Boar hunting was what Sawyer said, but he meant something else...
Dedication: For Faith again :P not that I mind writing this ;)
Sawyer called it boar hunting when he invited Desmond to come with him. It was, of course, the perfect excuse to get to spend some time together in the jungle without people wondering what was really going on.
The minute Sawyer had pointed him into the direction of the caves Desmond knew what was about to happen. The naughty look on Sawyer’s face while he opened the zipper of his jeans had made him hard instantly.
He slowly cups Sawyer’s balls while Sawyer takes his shaft in his hand. They both sigh at the feel of each others member and standing this close it’s actually just a mixture of hands and dicks down there. For a few seconds they kiss, slightly embarrassed, but everything is too good to feel negative about it. This is just lust, Sawyer thinks, nothing wrong with that.
Desmond starts moaning when Sawyer starts to jerk him off faster. Slowly the big man goes down on his knees and takes Desmond’s length in entirely. He sucks his cock like it’s ice cream. His warm, wet mouth makes Desmond moan even more, the sound echoing in the hollow caves. Sawyer surprises him when he inserts one finger in his anus. It’s a pleasant surprise and Desmond suddenly realizes he wants more.
”Fuck me brotha!” he moans.
It’s something Sawyer was waiting, hoping for. Every time he takes a look at Desmond's ass he wonders how it will feel to fuck him there.
He takes his own cock in his hand while Desmond leans forward against a rock, spreading his legs, exposing himself for Sawyer. With his own and Desmond’s pre-cum on the tip of his cock it’s easy for Sawyer to enter him and they both moan out loud at the first thrust. Sawyer is big and hard, still growing inside of Desmond. He holds Desmond’s waist as he starts thrusting deeper. Tiny drops of sweat are pouring down, from Sawyer’s chest to Desmond’s back, from Desmond’s chest to the floor. Sawyer’s right hand finds Desmond’s erection and he starts jerking him off again.
Their sounds are animalistic, every second of their hot fuck they start moaning and groaning louder. Desmond releases one hand to jerk himself off too now. On his throbbing cock they play with each others fingers. The closed area they create around the shaft it is perfect to thrust in. In the rhythm of Sawyer’s thrusts inside of him Desmond starts thrusting in their hands. Sawyer’s hand is big and masculine, his touch fierce and skilled. With his thumb he caresses the tip of Desmond’s cock, using the natural lube Desmond provides.
They just fuck, consume each other in the cave, a supposedly cool place but right now it’s just hot.
Sawyer notices the breathing of the man under him is getting heavier; it’s the breathing of a man approaching his orgasm. Slowly he keeps thrusting, filling Desmond from behind as he jerks him off the way he would jerk himself at this point; fast and rough. Desmond’s body starts trembling slightly under him as he feels his hot semen spurting over his hand.
”Oh brotha” Desmond moans. He tries to catch his breath but Sawyer doesn’t give him the chance. Immediately after Desmond’s orgasm he focuses on himself again, fucking Desmond with passion. The heat alone that is surrounding his cock can make him come at this point. He takes a deep breath before he surrenders himself to the sensation that is going through his body. The last deep thrust leaves Desmond filled with his semen completely.
They return to camp without a boar, yet they’re not unsatisfied at all.