FIC: When One Thing Led to Another
Title: When One Thing Led to Another
Author: thekayla
Character/Pairing: Ahzrukhal, Charon; Ahzrukhal/Charon
Rating: NC-17
Charon sat down on the edge of Ahzrukhal's bed with great reluctance. The Ghoul in question was sprawled out on it behind Charon, salacious grin plastered on his face. His hand slid around Charon's waist and squeezed hard enough for Charon to get the unspoken order to come closer. Fists clenched in his lap, Charon obeyed, slipping closer to Ahzrukhal's chest until his lower back was pressed against it and Ahzrukhal released his waist.
Ahzrukhal's hand slid from Charon's waist to his lap and Charon closed his eyes in irritation. As if blowjobs under the bar counter hadn't been enough, Ahzrukhal wanted sex too? Inwardly, Charon shuddered. He'd never been asked for sex under orders before in all of his one hundred years, and it was typical that the first employer to order it was the most deplorable one.
Now sitting up behind Charon, Ahzrukhal's free hand glided over Charon's chest, searching for the snaps and buckles to release his armor. His other hand was occupied undoing Charon's belt and the buttons to his pants before slipping inside and under the boxers beneath. With his mouth at Charon's neck, breath whispering along the skin in between light nips and gentle sucking; his hand stroking Charon's growing erection fondly; and his own erection digging under Charon's loosened armor, Charon was hard-pressed to keep a pleased groan at bay.
He bit what remained of his lip until he could taste copper.
But Ahzrukhal was yanking his chest armor off and tossing it aside, leaving his chest now exposed to his employer's machinations.
“Charon,” Ahzrukhal whispered, his hand traveling under Charon's shirt to tease his nipples, “be a good boy and lay on your stomach for dear old Ahzrukhal.” Ahzrukhal released him long enough to allow Charon to comply before yanking Charon's pants and underwear down to his knees. Ahzrukhal tapped Charon's exposed thigh lightly, and Charon bit his lip harder as his employer suddenly yanked Charon's waist up and forced Charon onto his knees. A hand slipped around and grasped Charon's erection-hard-before beginning a smooth rhythm.
Ahzrukhal's other hand gripped Charon's waist before his employer slipped inside without warning, immediately thrusting in a rhythm to match his stroking of Charon's cock.
Charon spat blood on the sheets as he finally released a surprised hiss.
“Don't hide that you like it, Charon,” Ahzrukhal purred. “Relax and enjoy it.”
Charon decided that was as good enough an order as any and let himself fall victim to Ahzrukhal's touch.
Author: thekayla
Character/Pairing: Ahzrukhal, Charon; Ahzrukhal/Charon
Rating: NC-17
Charon sat down on the edge of Ahzrukhal's bed with great reluctance. The Ghoul in question was sprawled out on it behind Charon, salacious grin plastered on his face. His hand slid around Charon's waist and squeezed hard enough for Charon to get the unspoken order to come closer. Fists clenched in his lap, Charon obeyed, slipping closer to Ahzrukhal's chest until his lower back was pressed against it and Ahzrukhal released his waist.
Ahzrukhal's hand slid from Charon's waist to his lap and Charon closed his eyes in irritation. As if blowjobs under the bar counter hadn't been enough, Ahzrukhal wanted sex too? Inwardly, Charon shuddered. He'd never been asked for sex under orders before in all of his one hundred years, and it was typical that the first employer to order it was the most deplorable one.
Now sitting up behind Charon, Ahzrukhal's free hand glided over Charon's chest, searching for the snaps and buckles to release his armor. His other hand was occupied undoing Charon's belt and the buttons to his pants before slipping inside and under the boxers beneath. With his mouth at Charon's neck, breath whispering along the skin in between light nips and gentle sucking; his hand stroking Charon's growing erection fondly; and his own erection digging under Charon's loosened armor, Charon was hard-pressed to keep a pleased groan at bay.
He bit what remained of his lip until he could taste copper.
But Ahzrukhal was yanking his chest armor off and tossing it aside, leaving his chest now exposed to his employer's machinations.
“Charon,” Ahzrukhal whispered, his hand traveling under Charon's shirt to tease his nipples, “be a good boy and lay on your stomach for dear old Ahzrukhal.” Ahzrukhal released him long enough to allow Charon to comply before yanking Charon's pants and underwear down to his knees. Ahzrukhal tapped Charon's exposed thigh lightly, and Charon bit his lip harder as his employer suddenly yanked Charon's waist up and forced Charon onto his knees. A hand slipped around and grasped Charon's erection-hard-before beginning a smooth rhythm.
Ahzrukhal's other hand gripped Charon's waist before his employer slipped inside without warning, immediately thrusting in a rhythm to match his stroking of Charon's cock.
Charon spat blood on the sheets as he finally released a surprised hiss.
“Don't hide that you like it, Charon,” Ahzrukhal purred. “Relax and enjoy it.”
Charon decided that was as good enough an order as any and let himself fall victim to Ahzrukhal's touch.