fill: dragged from the shore [2/2]
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August 30 2011, 05:54:56 UTC
Jerry leans close and Charley strains forward-inexplicably, why, why is he doing this-for a kiss. A smirk turning his lips up, Jerry brushes his mouth over Charley’s lightly. When Charley leans forward again, Jerry deftly avoids him to duck his head and nose at Charley’s neck. He hears Jerry’s mutter of, “You are going to taste delicious,” and then sharp points are sliding into his neck.
It should hurt-shouldn’t it? No, instead it’s warmth, wonderful warmth, with just the slightest tug of pain-which, surprisingly, makes it even better. And when Jerry sucks, oh, when he sucks, Charley feels the pull of heat from his neck to his cock as if there’s a string connecting the two. He wants-he wants more.
Shakily, he lifts one leg, curls it around Jerry’s hip, and arches up into Jerry’s body. He can’t help his whimper. He needs more. He tries to fight Jerry’s grip, pulling as hard as he can, but that only makes Jerry raise his head, the heat from his bite-points throbbing in time with his pulse.
“Please,” he pants. (This is wrong, somehow, someway, this is wrong, but he pushes the feeling aside.) “Please.”
Jerry lifts his eyebrows. His smirk is slow and hot and it sends pleasure spiraling in Charley’s stomach. “Oh, you’re going to be fun, aren’t you?” he asks quietly and lets go of Charley’s hands.
Free at last, Charley curls his arms around Jerry’s broad back, leans his head back, and pulls Jerry close. Teeth sink into his neck and heat is curling through him once more. He’s watching the shadowed ceiling and riding wave after wave of pleasure until he’s digging his fingers in Jerry’s back and his toes are curling in his shoes.
When Jerry pulls back, mouth smeared with red, Charley leans forward and kisses it away. He feels slow and heavy, satiated, as he leans back against the wall. He also feels like he’s forgetting something, but that doesn’t matter; being here is so much better.
Jerry smiles and it is a dark thing. “I’m keeping you,” he says decidedly and easily hefts Charley to throw him over his shoulder. Even as the world bounces and shifts, Charley focuses on the feel of Jerry’s back under his hands, Jerry’s shoulder below his stomach, Jerry’s hands on the back of his thighs.
It should hurt-shouldn’t it? No, instead it’s warmth, wonderful warmth, with just the slightest tug of pain-which, surprisingly, makes it even better. And when Jerry sucks, oh, when he sucks, Charley feels the pull of heat from his neck to his cock as if there’s a string connecting the two. He wants-he wants more.
Shakily, he lifts one leg, curls it around Jerry’s hip, and arches up into Jerry’s body. He can’t help his whimper. He needs more. He tries to fight Jerry’s grip, pulling as hard as he can, but that only makes Jerry raise his head, the heat from his bite-points throbbing in time with his pulse.
“Please,” he pants. (This is wrong, somehow, someway, this is wrong, but he pushes the feeling aside.) “Please.”
Jerry lifts his eyebrows. His smirk is slow and hot and it sends pleasure spiraling in Charley’s stomach. “Oh, you’re going to be fun, aren’t you?” he asks quietly and lets go of Charley’s hands.
Free at last, Charley curls his arms around Jerry’s broad back, leans his head back, and pulls Jerry close. Teeth sink into his neck and heat is curling through him once more. He’s watching the shadowed ceiling and riding wave after wave of pleasure until he’s digging his fingers in Jerry’s back and his toes are curling in his shoes.
When Jerry pulls back, mouth smeared with red, Charley leans forward and kisses it away. He feels slow and heavy, satiated, as he leans back against the wall. He also feels like he’s forgetting something, but that doesn’t matter; being here is so much better.
Jerry smiles and it is a dark thing. “I’m keeping you,” he says decidedly and easily hefts Charley to throw him over his shoulder. Even as the world bounces and shifts, Charley focuses on the feel of Jerry’s back under his hands, Jerry’s shoulder below his stomach, Jerry’s hands on the back of his thighs.
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