Drabbles of Three, Let Them Be
Three related drabbles here, including, but not limited to: SerkisWood, Woodcest, threesome, het, adultery, naughty words for girly bits, and possibly general craptasticness.
i.
The first time Elijah sucks Andy’s cock, he does not ask permission. A rowdy night in a crowded pub has turned into a stumbling walk along familiar Wellington streets, and the conversation between them is light, drunken as their feet on the pavement. They arrive eventually at Andy’s house, trying to keep their voices down, and soon Elijah is giggling into Andy’s ear, and Andy’s breath has left him as he watches Elijah on his knees, the front porch light making his hair shine redgold at the tips. Andy shakes as he comes into a mouth that should know better.
ii.
The second time Elijah sucks Andy’s cock, Hannah is riding Elijah, moaning, her slickwet cunt drawing him in desperately as she watches Andy thrust into his mouth. Andy cannot take his eyes off them, one hand grasping the headboard, knuckles white, the other in Hannah’s hair, squeezing her tits, rubbing her clit, roaming, restless, needy. He is close when he sees Lorraine, face frozen in a look of shock, and it sends him over the edge. Andy is coming, aware of Elijah’s talented tongue, and Elijah comes too. Hannah cannot help but follow under the jealous gaze from the doorway.
iii.
The third time Andy sucks Elijah’s cock, he thinks he might be getting used to it. The shape, texture, and taste, once so utterly foreign, are ways of acquainting himself with his lover, mapping the body that fits so well and so easily under his own. Elijah is nearly there, the stutter of his hips the only language Andy needs, though he appreciates the moans and sighs and bitter, choked words nonetheless as he takes Elijah deeper into his throat. Andy’s own cock is begging for attention, a plea that will not be answered until Elijah spills into Andy’s mouth.
i.
The first time Elijah sucks Andy’s cock, he does not ask permission. A rowdy night in a crowded pub has turned into a stumbling walk along familiar Wellington streets, and the conversation between them is light, drunken as their feet on the pavement. They arrive eventually at Andy’s house, trying to keep their voices down, and soon Elijah is giggling into Andy’s ear, and Andy’s breath has left him as he watches Elijah on his knees, the front porch light making his hair shine redgold at the tips. Andy shakes as he comes into a mouth that should know better.
ii.
The second time Elijah sucks Andy’s cock, Hannah is riding Elijah, moaning, her slickwet cunt drawing him in desperately as she watches Andy thrust into his mouth. Andy cannot take his eyes off them, one hand grasping the headboard, knuckles white, the other in Hannah’s hair, squeezing her tits, rubbing her clit, roaming, restless, needy. He is close when he sees Lorraine, face frozen in a look of shock, and it sends him over the edge. Andy is coming, aware of Elijah’s talented tongue, and Elijah comes too. Hannah cannot help but follow under the jealous gaze from the doorway.
iii.
The third time Andy sucks Elijah’s cock, he thinks he might be getting used to it. The shape, texture, and taste, once so utterly foreign, are ways of acquainting himself with his lover, mapping the body that fits so well and so easily under his own. Elijah is nearly there, the stutter of his hips the only language Andy needs, though he appreciates the moans and sighs and bitter, choked words nonetheless as he takes Elijah deeper into his throat. Andy’s own cock is begging for attention, a plea that will not be answered until Elijah spills into Andy’s mouth.