Basic French - Part 2
Title: Basic French - Part 2
Pairing: Howard/Vince (Howince)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,967~
Summary: After their, eventful, flight to Paris Vince and Howard arrive at their hotel. Bags are discarded at the door; the unpacking can wait.
Warnings: Beautiful slash for your viewing pleasure.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mighty Boosh. If only.
A/N: The long awaited second part to our fic with the same title just minus the ‘Part 2’. Hope we didn’t leave you hanging, because y’know, we have readers…cough. Anyways, enjoy the slash you dirty fools! Hope you enjoy :)
Basic French - Part 1
Basic French - Part 2
Eagerly stepping into the cold mid-afternoon air of France, Vince and Howard hailed the closest taxi. Howard attempted to give the man the location of their hotel in French but the poor fellow just looked bemused at him before Vince jumped in and repeated the statement in English, giving the man a complete understanding of where he was to head to. The entire drive Howard had the smallest suspicion that Vince was going to try something in the taxi but to his content surprise he did not even smirk at him or show a knowing glint in his eye of what they both knew was going to be the entirety of their holiday. Vince was instead looking out the window to watch all the passing buildings and local residents whiz past and fly behind them to disappear into the distance.
The taxi swerved and slowed down to a halt; they had arrived. They looked at each other and smiled before turning back to beam at the small luxury that would be their lodgings. The driver opened the boot to retrieve their bags which stirred them to hop out of the car and assist the man and watch as he reversed and sped away down the small street.
Howard turned to Vince with an eager smile, "Shall we?"
Bags were immediately discarded beyond the door to their room. Howard going to the balcony to inspect the view that they had earned and Vince being Vince flopped down on the bed, ebony waves spanning around his excited features. Using the other foot he slipped both boots off, Howard turning around on hearing the familiar thud of a Cuban heel followed by another. He entered the room, walking closer to Vince who was now propped up on his elbows with his hair falling behind slim shoulders. That smirk Howard had been waiting for all afternoon was suddenly back, he mirrored this expression as one knee sank into the mattress beside Vince's hip and he leant down to press their lips together. A hand snaked its way around the back of Howard's neck, pulling him closer and intensifying the kiss but still keeping it gentle. He moved his other leg to straddle Vince, pushing him down and lying over his form that was slowly entwining itself around his own.
Breaking away, Howard trailed soft kisses along Vince's prominent jaw and down to his collarbone, flicking his tongue out and over the protruding bones and hearing a soft moan draw itself from Vince's parted lips. Vince's hand was already moving up and under Howard's shirt, Howard complied and let the garment be unbuttoned and stripped from his chest, seeing the sparkle in those blue eyes grow as he pulled the bottom of Vince's shirt up to expose pale skin and he tugged it over his head.
Vince leant up to meet Howard in a messy kiss, tongues exploring what they already knew so well. Keeping close, Howard's hands found their way to Vince's belt; undoing the buckle, button and zip. He slid them down and over socked feet, discarding them on the floor next to his boots. Howard stood to quickly remove the remainder of his own clothing, leaving himself completely naked with Vince still fashioning his Y-fronts.
Trailing kisses up bare thighs Howard spoke, "You were such a good boy on the plane," Lifting his head to look at Vince, "keeping your end of the deal."
Vince's chest was heaving shaky breaths, a hand rested on his stomach, "Yeah…" he breathed as teasing lips were softly pressed against his aching cock.
"So I'm going to keep mine."
Making his way back up to be face to face with his flushed lover.
Eyes darting all over Howard's features and widening on hearing words that had never before left his lips, "So tell me how you want it." He said with a slight smirk and dampening of the lips. Vince drew in another shaky breath before attempting to answer this newfound request.
"Hard and slow."
"Anything else my dear?" Howard raised an eyebrow.
"You decide."
A devilish grin spreading across his face, "It would be my pleasure."
Howard wasted no time in removing Vince's underwear, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor, his hand slowly curling around aroused flesh and hearing that low familiar moan rupture through Vince's throat. He squeezed him gently, teasingly, and moved his hand over him no more than twice. Vince whined in protest at the loss of contact but quickly swallowed this when pursed lips grazed over his hardened nipple, a tongue flicking out to swirl over the small bud.
Howard presented Vince with two fingers which he entered into his mouth, suckling on the digits. He removed the fingers from his mouth, a soft pop sounding and Howard's hand now moved further around Vince, tracing tormenting swirls over the tight ring of his tight entrance; making his back arch and hips lift in attempt to gain more touch. At first Howard ceased movement but then agreed to the demand and slipped the first digit inside him and Vince sunk into the intruder. Twisting and sliding his lone finger in and out slowly, Howard heard soft gasping moans fill the air.
Once again a sudden loss of touch and whimper of frustration, Vince looked at Howard concerned as to why he was doing this to him; even though he had asked for it.
"Stand up. Bend over."
Now he knew why.
Vince stood and positioned himself over the side of the bed, exposing his back half fully to Howard. Swiftly, Howard's chest pressed up against damp skin and two digits entered him and he bucked forward into the side of the mattress. Quickly and roughly Howard fingered Vince, his other hand pushing him down against the bed. Stretching him with scissored movements, curling fingers inside Vince to make him shake from the almost precious contact with his sweet spot.
Howard's movement stopped as he bent further over the smaller man whose form was pressed forcefully and painfully into the side of the bed, he couldn't wait for Vince. He didn't want to.
"Ready?"
Gasping in enough breath to respond throughout the exhale Vince spoke, "I've been ready for hours."
Not wasting any more time, Howard removed his fingers, receiving a gasp from Vince before he spat into his hand, coated his cock and shoved his length roughly inside to earn himself the throaty moan he always loved hearing escape from the confines of Vince's perfect lips.
"Fuck me hard, Howard. Don't hold back." Vince somehow managed to speak.
"Wasn't planning to."
Howard gripped Vince's hips, knowing that the bruises would be there by morning, and began a quick and aggressive rhythm between them; pulling out almost fully before slamming back into Vince to hear him cry out in that oh-so-perfect way with each forceful impact. Each quick pull out received an almost just as quick and far more rough return, making Vince shake and moan each time Howard rammed into that perfect place inside of him he knew so well. Noticing Vince's struggle to hold himself up - legs almost collapsing under him- Howard thrust harder and faster, grabbing around Vince's chest to pull him closer.
Letting his head fall back against Howard's shoulder, Vince's haggard breaths and grasping moans were now closer and hoarser against Howard's ear. His hand ran over and across Vince's chest; exploring ribs and teasing nipples. Vince's hands shot to Howard's thighs, gripping them tightly.
"Fuck."
Suddenly Howard pulled out, pushing Vince down further then deciding better of it and flipping him onto the bed and his back. Opening his legs and looking up, Vince bit his lip nervously, anticipating Howard's next move. Moving over Vince, Howard wasted no time in entering him, this time drawing out the sensation; slow and deep with Vince writhing beneath him. Whimpering and gripping the sheets in white-knuckled fists.
Lifting his hips to meet Howard, Vince arched and pushed his head back into the cushioning of the mattress, whining a 'Harder' with tightly shut eyes. Howard complied and grabbed Vince's legs, placing them over each of his shoulders and gaining him a more satisfying angle as he sped up.
"Mmmyeah..." Howard shifted himself only that tiny bit more to where he knew he could get that short - but intoxicating - sound to escape Vince.
"Oh." And there it was.
Howard groaned in response, the sound coming from deep within his throat. Vince was squirming as much as he could with restricted movement, legs shaking against Howard, eyes tight and mouth gaping a silent scream. Each of Howard's thrusts had moved them further and further up the bed, now almost ramming the top of Vince's skull into the head board. Vince released a hand from the strangled sheets and gripped the headboard.
Suddenly not wanting it to be over just yet Vince managed to form something along the lines of a sentence through gasping moans and use of a dried tongue, "Fuck, Howard - I'm gonna - if you, uh, don't..." thankfully Howard understood and slowed down, pulling out again to sit on the edge of the bed. Vince scrambled over to straddle him and quickly capture his mouth in a messy kiss of teeth and tongue. Squeezing Vince's bare arse and bringing him closer to himself, Howard moaned into his mouth and attempted a nip at a tongue before he found his neck accosted with flicks of his wanted victim and small nips of teeth, sending a shiver travelling up his spine. Eager hands travelling down and across his torso, Howard found Vince begging for him.
"Please..."
He lifted Vince from the hips and positioned himself once more and let the other man sink down slowly, drawled moans from both filled the humid air. His hands found Vince's arse once more and squeezed both cheeks harshly, leaning forward to whisper, "Lean back."
Vince didn't argue and he let each hand drop behind him for support as he slowly lowered himself backwards. Howard steadily started moving his hips, thrusting himself inside Vince but not deep enough to create any response greater than a wanting whimper of frustration. Pulling Vince's hips closer to himself he told him to relax and sure enough he felt the smaller man loosen beneath him. Howard gently pressed into his prostate, seeing Vince's concentrated expression let go and drawing a low moan from dry lips.
"More." Vince whimpered, trying his best not give out under his arms regardless of the fact that Howard's thighs were supporting him. Howard doesn't listen and instead continues to draw needing gasps from Vince until he himself can't hold out much longer.
"Vince… I'm -"
No need to say more as he was cut off by Vince's sudden cry and incoherent babbling with his body shaking against Howard and releasing onto him. Hearing, seeing and feeling so much come from his lover, Howard was sent over and he too became a victim in the smaller mans hold, sending himself rushing through him in a wave of pleasure.
Eventually realising their current position was still held, Howard pulled Vince back up and lifted him up from the hips to stand before he collapsed back down onto the mattress and his back. Seeing this as a good option, Howard followed and he leant back to lay himself next to Vince who had a content smile spread across his features.
Vince turned his head to look at him, "Howard?"
Howard kept his eyes closed and his head turned upwards towards the ceiling, "Mmm?"
"I love you." He confessed, knowing Howard already knew this, and shuffled closer to drape himself over him.
Howard arms welcomed Vince and he pulled him close to whisper softly, "Love you too, little man."
Pairing: Howard/Vince (Howince)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,967~
Summary: After their, eventful, flight to Paris Vince and Howard arrive at their hotel. Bags are discarded at the door; the unpacking can wait.
Warnings: Beautiful slash for your viewing pleasure.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mighty Boosh. If only.
A/N: The long awaited second part to our fic with the same title just minus the ‘Part 2’. Hope we didn’t leave you hanging, because y’know, we have readers…cough. Anyways, enjoy the slash you dirty fools! Hope you enjoy :)
Basic French - Part 1
Basic French - Part 2
Eagerly stepping into the cold mid-afternoon air of France, Vince and Howard hailed the closest taxi. Howard attempted to give the man the location of their hotel in French but the poor fellow just looked bemused at him before Vince jumped in and repeated the statement in English, giving the man a complete understanding of where he was to head to. The entire drive Howard had the smallest suspicion that Vince was going to try something in the taxi but to his content surprise he did not even smirk at him or show a knowing glint in his eye of what they both knew was going to be the entirety of their holiday. Vince was instead looking out the window to watch all the passing buildings and local residents whiz past and fly behind them to disappear into the distance.
The taxi swerved and slowed down to a halt; they had arrived. They looked at each other and smiled before turning back to beam at the small luxury that would be their lodgings. The driver opened the boot to retrieve their bags which stirred them to hop out of the car and assist the man and watch as he reversed and sped away down the small street.
Howard turned to Vince with an eager smile, "Shall we?"
Bags were immediately discarded beyond the door to their room. Howard going to the balcony to inspect the view that they had earned and Vince being Vince flopped down on the bed, ebony waves spanning around his excited features. Using the other foot he slipped both boots off, Howard turning around on hearing the familiar thud of a Cuban heel followed by another. He entered the room, walking closer to Vince who was now propped up on his elbows with his hair falling behind slim shoulders. That smirk Howard had been waiting for all afternoon was suddenly back, he mirrored this expression as one knee sank into the mattress beside Vince's hip and he leant down to press their lips together. A hand snaked its way around the back of Howard's neck, pulling him closer and intensifying the kiss but still keeping it gentle. He moved his other leg to straddle Vince, pushing him down and lying over his form that was slowly entwining itself around his own.
Breaking away, Howard trailed soft kisses along Vince's prominent jaw and down to his collarbone, flicking his tongue out and over the protruding bones and hearing a soft moan draw itself from Vince's parted lips. Vince's hand was already moving up and under Howard's shirt, Howard complied and let the garment be unbuttoned and stripped from his chest, seeing the sparkle in those blue eyes grow as he pulled the bottom of Vince's shirt up to expose pale skin and he tugged it over his head.
Vince leant up to meet Howard in a messy kiss, tongues exploring what they already knew so well. Keeping close, Howard's hands found their way to Vince's belt; undoing the buckle, button and zip. He slid them down and over socked feet, discarding them on the floor next to his boots. Howard stood to quickly remove the remainder of his own clothing, leaving himself completely naked with Vince still fashioning his Y-fronts.
Trailing kisses up bare thighs Howard spoke, "You were such a good boy on the plane," Lifting his head to look at Vince, "keeping your end of the deal."
Vince's chest was heaving shaky breaths, a hand rested on his stomach, "Yeah…" he breathed as teasing lips were softly pressed against his aching cock.
"So I'm going to keep mine."
Making his way back up to be face to face with his flushed lover.
Eyes darting all over Howard's features and widening on hearing words that had never before left his lips, "So tell me how you want it." He said with a slight smirk and dampening of the lips. Vince drew in another shaky breath before attempting to answer this newfound request.
"Hard and slow."
"Anything else my dear?" Howard raised an eyebrow.
"You decide."
A devilish grin spreading across his face, "It would be my pleasure."
Howard wasted no time in removing Vince's underwear, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor, his hand slowly curling around aroused flesh and hearing that low familiar moan rupture through Vince's throat. He squeezed him gently, teasingly, and moved his hand over him no more than twice. Vince whined in protest at the loss of contact but quickly swallowed this when pursed lips grazed over his hardened nipple, a tongue flicking out to swirl over the small bud.
Howard presented Vince with two fingers which he entered into his mouth, suckling on the digits. He removed the fingers from his mouth, a soft pop sounding and Howard's hand now moved further around Vince, tracing tormenting swirls over the tight ring of his tight entrance; making his back arch and hips lift in attempt to gain more touch. At first Howard ceased movement but then agreed to the demand and slipped the first digit inside him and Vince sunk into the intruder. Twisting and sliding his lone finger in and out slowly, Howard heard soft gasping moans fill the air.
Once again a sudden loss of touch and whimper of frustration, Vince looked at Howard concerned as to why he was doing this to him; even though he had asked for it.
"Stand up. Bend over."
Now he knew why.
Vince stood and positioned himself over the side of the bed, exposing his back half fully to Howard. Swiftly, Howard's chest pressed up against damp skin and two digits entered him and he bucked forward into the side of the mattress. Quickly and roughly Howard fingered Vince, his other hand pushing him down against the bed. Stretching him with scissored movements, curling fingers inside Vince to make him shake from the almost precious contact with his sweet spot.
Howard's movement stopped as he bent further over the smaller man whose form was pressed forcefully and painfully into the side of the bed, he couldn't wait for Vince. He didn't want to.
"Ready?"
Gasping in enough breath to respond throughout the exhale Vince spoke, "I've been ready for hours."
Not wasting any more time, Howard removed his fingers, receiving a gasp from Vince before he spat into his hand, coated his cock and shoved his length roughly inside to earn himself the throaty moan he always loved hearing escape from the confines of Vince's perfect lips.
"Fuck me hard, Howard. Don't hold back." Vince somehow managed to speak.
"Wasn't planning to."
Howard gripped Vince's hips, knowing that the bruises would be there by morning, and began a quick and aggressive rhythm between them; pulling out almost fully before slamming back into Vince to hear him cry out in that oh-so-perfect way with each forceful impact. Each quick pull out received an almost just as quick and far more rough return, making Vince shake and moan each time Howard rammed into that perfect place inside of him he knew so well. Noticing Vince's struggle to hold himself up - legs almost collapsing under him- Howard thrust harder and faster, grabbing around Vince's chest to pull him closer.
Letting his head fall back against Howard's shoulder, Vince's haggard breaths and grasping moans were now closer and hoarser against Howard's ear. His hand ran over and across Vince's chest; exploring ribs and teasing nipples. Vince's hands shot to Howard's thighs, gripping them tightly.
"Fuck."
Suddenly Howard pulled out, pushing Vince down further then deciding better of it and flipping him onto the bed and his back. Opening his legs and looking up, Vince bit his lip nervously, anticipating Howard's next move. Moving over Vince, Howard wasted no time in entering him, this time drawing out the sensation; slow and deep with Vince writhing beneath him. Whimpering and gripping the sheets in white-knuckled fists.
Lifting his hips to meet Howard, Vince arched and pushed his head back into the cushioning of the mattress, whining a 'Harder' with tightly shut eyes. Howard complied and grabbed Vince's legs, placing them over each of his shoulders and gaining him a more satisfying angle as he sped up.
"Mmmyeah..." Howard shifted himself only that tiny bit more to where he knew he could get that short - but intoxicating - sound to escape Vince.
"Oh." And there it was.
Howard groaned in response, the sound coming from deep within his throat. Vince was squirming as much as he could with restricted movement, legs shaking against Howard, eyes tight and mouth gaping a silent scream. Each of Howard's thrusts had moved them further and further up the bed, now almost ramming the top of Vince's skull into the head board. Vince released a hand from the strangled sheets and gripped the headboard.
Suddenly not wanting it to be over just yet Vince managed to form something along the lines of a sentence through gasping moans and use of a dried tongue, "Fuck, Howard - I'm gonna - if you, uh, don't..." thankfully Howard understood and slowed down, pulling out again to sit on the edge of the bed. Vince scrambled over to straddle him and quickly capture his mouth in a messy kiss of teeth and tongue. Squeezing Vince's bare arse and bringing him closer to himself, Howard moaned into his mouth and attempted a nip at a tongue before he found his neck accosted with flicks of his wanted victim and small nips of teeth, sending a shiver travelling up his spine. Eager hands travelling down and across his torso, Howard found Vince begging for him.
"Please..."
He lifted Vince from the hips and positioned himself once more and let the other man sink down slowly, drawled moans from both filled the humid air. His hands found Vince's arse once more and squeezed both cheeks harshly, leaning forward to whisper, "Lean back."
Vince didn't argue and he let each hand drop behind him for support as he slowly lowered himself backwards. Howard steadily started moving his hips, thrusting himself inside Vince but not deep enough to create any response greater than a wanting whimper of frustration. Pulling Vince's hips closer to himself he told him to relax and sure enough he felt the smaller man loosen beneath him. Howard gently pressed into his prostate, seeing Vince's concentrated expression let go and drawing a low moan from dry lips.
"More." Vince whimpered, trying his best not give out under his arms regardless of the fact that Howard's thighs were supporting him. Howard doesn't listen and instead continues to draw needing gasps from Vince until he himself can't hold out much longer.
"Vince… I'm -"
No need to say more as he was cut off by Vince's sudden cry and incoherent babbling with his body shaking against Howard and releasing onto him. Hearing, seeing and feeling so much come from his lover, Howard was sent over and he too became a victim in the smaller mans hold, sending himself rushing through him in a wave of pleasure.
Eventually realising their current position was still held, Howard pulled Vince back up and lifted him up from the hips to stand before he collapsed back down onto the mattress and his back. Seeing this as a good option, Howard followed and he leant back to lay himself next to Vince who had a content smile spread across his features.
Vince turned his head to look at him, "Howard?"
Howard kept his eyes closed and his head turned upwards towards the ceiling, "Mmm?"
"I love you." He confessed, knowing Howard already knew this, and shuffled closer to drape himself over him.
Howard arms welcomed Vince and he pulled him close to whisper softly, "Love you too, little man."