A Deal With the Devil
anonymous
April 25 2009, 23:18:09 UTC
“Sadiq, you should totally dye your hair,” Poland panted, as he watched Turkey’s head bobbing between his thighs. “You should like, dye it and get - oh! - get it cut!”
Turkey didn’t reply. Well; his mouth was full.
Poland hands clenched in the duvet and he arched his hips forward, breathing in gasps. “And you should buff your fingernails! Oh God! Sadiq!” He tangled one hand in the messy hair that he so longed to brush and shuddered as one final enthusiastic lick sent him over the edge. He closed his eyes, but opened them again soon after as he was tackled to the bed, pinned beneath Turkey’s body.
“If ya wanna do my hair that much, what do I get in return?”
Poland’s mouth opened into a little ‘o’ of shock. He’d been begging to style Turkey’s hair for decades. Was he finally relenting? “You’d, like, let me do your hair?”
“For a price.”
“Name it.”
“Ride me.”
“Deal,” Poland said, grinning. “And no taking it back!”
Turkey shifted to let Poland wriggle out from beneath him and lay down on his back, couching his head comfortably against the pillows as he watched Poland rummaging around in his drawers for lube.
“Scented or warming?”
“Don’t care.”
Poland walked over with both bottles in his hands, looking thoughtful. “Well, I kind of like the warming one but some people get allergic. Best use the scented one. Even though it totally lies and says it smells of orange blossom - like, no, it smells of plastic.” Turkey watched with exasperation as Poland started to scrutinise the back of one bottle. “Yeah, scented is cool.” He tossed a bottle aside and flipped up the cap of the one he was still holding, squeezing out a good amount onto his palm.
Turkey watched hungrily as the hand descended onto his cock, stroking the lube on slowly.
“You know, your cock’s kind of cute.”
“What?” Turkey snapped.
“It’s like, I don’t know, it’s just like, eager, like it’s happy to see you,” Poland replied. “I think that’s enough, anyway.” He got onto the bed, on his hands and knees over Turkey’s body, trailing one finger down his stomach. “Do you promise I can do your hair?”
“Yeah!”
“Okay!”
Turkey groaned as Poland held his cock in place and slid down onto it, closing his eyes and jerking his head back into the pillows. Poland started slow, lifting himself up, thighs straining, and then lowering himself back down gently. But then, slowly, the rhythm picked up; Poland started jerking himself up and down, balancing back on his hands for support. Turkey basked in the sensation; he liked feeling someone fuck themselves on him, especially someone with as much stamina as Poland.
“I’m going to give you highlights,” Poland panted after a few silent minutes.
“Whatever!”
“And I’m going to pluck your eyebrows!”
“Alright!”
Poland listed more things he intended to inflict on Turkey, but Turkey had stopped listening. Sweating, breathing heavily, he raised one arm and bent it to cover his face, trying to cover the desperate moans slipping between his lips. “Stop talking and go faster!” He snapped eventually.
Poland did start to raise and lower himself more forcefully, but he didn’t stop talking.
“I’m going to paint your nails and stud them with - shit!- diamantes!”
And then: “God, Sadiq, you’d better be close! My wrists are totally going to give soon!”
Turkey groaned and strained his entire body upwards, driving himself all the way inside Poland and making them both moan. He came; Poland didn’t. He opened his eyes, drinking in the sight of Poland quivering and panting, still hard.
“If ya wank yerself off right now I’ll let ya wax my legs,” He offered, without thinking. Poland laughed.
“I was totally going to do that anyway,” He said. “But since you’re offering…”
Re: A Deal With the Devil
anonymous
April 27 2009, 17:46:17 UTC
I cannot fathom how something this sexy has not gotten any more reviews, because it certainly brought on the panty-changing for this anon <3 and also, the lulz over that pairing and the dynamic between them and waxing his legs and oh God, I loved this. Keep it up, authornon :)
Turkey didn’t reply. Well; his mouth was full.
Poland hands clenched in the duvet and he arched his hips forward, breathing in gasps. “And you should buff your fingernails! Oh God! Sadiq!” He tangled one hand in the messy hair that he so longed to brush and shuddered as one final enthusiastic lick sent him over the edge. He closed his eyes, but opened them again soon after as he was tackled to the bed, pinned beneath Turkey’s body.
“If ya wanna do my hair that much, what do I get in return?”
Poland’s mouth opened into a little ‘o’ of shock. He’d been begging to style Turkey’s hair for decades. Was he finally relenting? “You’d, like, let me do your hair?”
“For a price.”
“Name it.”
“Ride me.”
“Deal,” Poland said, grinning. “And no taking it back!”
Turkey shifted to let Poland wriggle out from beneath him and lay down on his back, couching his head comfortably against the pillows as he watched Poland rummaging around in his drawers for lube.
“Scented or warming?”
“Don’t care.”
Poland walked over with both bottles in his hands, looking thoughtful. “Well, I kind of like the warming one but some people get allergic. Best use the scented one. Even though it totally lies and says it smells of orange blossom - like, no, it smells of plastic.” Turkey watched with exasperation as Poland started to scrutinise the back of one bottle. “Yeah, scented is cool.” He tossed a bottle aside and flipped up the cap of the one he was still holding, squeezing out a good amount onto his palm.
Turkey watched hungrily as the hand descended onto his cock, stroking the lube on slowly.
“You know, your cock’s kind of cute.”
“What?” Turkey snapped.
“It’s like, I don’t know, it’s just like, eager, like it’s happy to see you,” Poland replied. “I think that’s enough, anyway.” He got onto the bed, on his hands and knees over Turkey’s body, trailing one finger down his stomach. “Do you promise I can do your hair?”
“Yeah!”
“Okay!”
Turkey groaned as Poland held his cock in place and slid down onto it, closing his eyes and jerking his head back into the pillows. Poland started slow, lifting himself up, thighs straining, and then lowering himself back down gently. But then, slowly, the rhythm picked up; Poland started jerking himself up and down, balancing back on his hands for support. Turkey basked in the sensation; he liked feeling someone fuck themselves on him, especially someone with as much stamina as Poland.
“I’m going to give you highlights,” Poland panted after a few silent minutes.
“Whatever!”
“And I’m going to pluck your eyebrows!”
“Alright!”
Poland listed more things he intended to inflict on Turkey, but Turkey had stopped listening. Sweating, breathing heavily, he raised one arm and bent it to cover his face, trying to cover the desperate moans slipping between his lips. “Stop talking and go faster!” He snapped eventually.
Poland did start to raise and lower himself more forcefully, but he didn’t stop talking.
“I’m going to paint your nails and stud them with - shit!- diamantes!”
And then: “God, Sadiq, you’d better be close! My wrists are totally going to give soon!”
Turkey groaned and strained his entire body upwards, driving himself all the way inside Poland and making them both moan. He came; Poland didn’t. He opened his eyes, drinking in the sight of Poland quivering and panting, still hard.
“If ya wank yerself off right now I’ll let ya wax my legs,” He offered, without thinking. Poland laughed.
“I was totally going to do that anyway,” He said. “But since you’re offering…”
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FUCK. This is hot. I kind of love you, anon.
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Now I wanna see a fic of Poland doing all that stuff to Turkey, ffft!
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“Whatever!”
“And I’m going to pluck your eyebrows!”
“Alright!”
*claps hand over mouth to quiet hysterical giggling*
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