Now I'm Getting Touched All the Time
Title: Now I'm Getting Touched All the Time
Fandom: Hockey
Pairing: Marc Savard/Vladimir Sobotka
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Gender!swap
Word Count: 1,350
Summary: Sequel to They Want to Watch, To Watch Each Other Eat.
Notes: c_s_c_d started her own AU of this AU. This follows my own path, not hers. Thanks to hockeysaurus for inspiring this as well as be an awesome beta. Title stolen from a line in Regina Spektor's "Dance Anthem of the 80s" which is on my Marc Savard playlist for some reason. heh.
Marc wakes up feeling off. He rubs at his eyes, and groans before he can understand what's going on. One moment he's dreaming about Zee yelling at him during a practice and Pie goofing off and then the next he's got lightning shooting up his spine. He looks down, blinking as he sees Vladimir's head near his crotch. Grinning, he's suddenly wide awake and fully alert.
Then Vladimir looks up at him, and Marc chokes on his next breath. Vlado's eyes are surprisingly soft, his features subdued in a way Marc's only seen once. He tugs at Vlado's hair, his fingers tangling in the silken strands as he pulls Vlado's mouth up. Vlado just smirks at him, his lips slightly pointier than normal.
“You're a fucking girl again," Marc whispers, afraid to raise his voice for fear he'll find he's dreaming still.
"It would appear so, yes," Vlado tells him, laughing in a too-feminine voice as he grins up at Marc. "You like, no?"
"Not to give you a complex or anything, because I fucking love you normally with your dick and your stubble and your sharp angles, but yeah...I like," Marc answers quickly, his dick twitching at the thought of burying himself inside Vlado again.
“This shouldn’t keep happening,” Vlado tells him, pouting even harder as he squeezes the base of Marc’s dick. Marc raises his hips, doing his best not to lose control. He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath, determined to make the most of this fucked up situation.
“Look,” Marc says, laughing as he sits up and stares at Vlado. “I’m not about to look a gift pussy in the mouth. Come here,” he says, still laughing as Vlado glares at him. Only he’s cuter than normal, and it’s killing Marc as he tries to take him seriously.
Marc pushes Vlado down until he’s sprawled out on the mattress, his head by the foot of the bed. “I love you all the time,” Marc starts, afraid he’ll put Vlado off with his enthusiasm, “but I have a soft spot for going down on girls. Let me?” he asks, even though he’s sure Vlado isn’t going to turn him down now.
“And I love your mouth on me, no matter what’s going on,” Vlado says, his voice higher and breathier than usual. It hits Marc right in his chest, and his breath hitches as he slides down and settles between Vlado’s thighs.
Marc spreads Vlado, inhaling deeply, taking everything in. He never thought he’d give this up, never thought he’d shack up with someone with a dick instead of this. But here he is now, somehow getting rewarded for what he wants. He’s not going to stop to question why it’s happening, no matter what kind of nonsense Paille keeps spouting at him. He’s just going to live it up until it stops happening.
Because if Marc can have Vlado in both forms? He wins.
Vlado is already pawing at him, his hands cupping Marc's head as he sinks down and runs his tongue between Vlado's thighs. He's dripping already, clearly turned on from whatever he had been doing before Marc woke up. It's enough to make Marc shiver, making him thrust against the mattress in an effort to get himself off. But then he remembers how good it felt to be inside Vlado last time, how wet and hot and utterly life-changing it was. So he curbs his instinct and lifts his hips, avoiding the urge to grind down into the bed. Instead, he laps at Vlado, pressing his tongue flat against his clit and grinning when Vlado cries out and bucks his hips.
"Marc...I, fuck," Vlado growls, fading out as he arches his back and gasps. Marc grins into his pussy, smirking as he licks harder, working a finger inside of Vlado. This earns him a shout, causing Vlado to shake and writhe under him, coming undone as he clamps down on Marc's fingers. Marc continues to fuck him through the orgasm, lapping at his clit and drawing it out as much as he can.
Vlado's entire body is shaking, his back flying off the mattress and his thighs trembling as Marc continues to eat him out. He flicks his tongue roughly across Vlado's clit as he pumps him through orgasm and Vlado cries out, his voice shuddery as he clamps down around Marc's fingers. When the bucking stops, Marc kisses each of Vlado's thighs and then lifts himself up on his elbows, smirking widely up at him. Vlado looks entirely blissed out, his eyes glazed over and his mouth bright pink from where he's been chewing on it.
"How do you..." Marc starts, trailing off as Vlado starts panting orders at him.
"Hard," Vlado spits out, writhing beneath Marc as he continues, "Fast and hard and fuck...I don't care. Just need you in me. Now!" He whines, growling in his chest as he paws at Marc and arches up against him. Marc nods sharply and dips down to kiss Vlado one more time before flipping him over and pulling him up onto his hands and knees. Marc drapes himself on top on Vlado, nipping at the tight skin between his shoulder blades before lining up and pushing inside.
Vlado is so incredibly wet, just dripping for him as he slides inside of him. Marc grunts and slams his hips, rocking into Vlado as he cries out beneath him. He wants to go slow, but his body is on edge and he can't control himself. Marc starts pumping his hips, thrusting inside of Vlado's hot wet heat. Vlado is crying out, his body shaking as Marc pounds into him. He wasn't this rough last time, but Vlado doesn't seem to mind. He's tugging at the sheets, hands fisted in them as Marc works in and out of his body.
Marc licks his lips, tasting Vlado's juices on his tongue. All he can smell is Vlado, all he can feel is the tight heat of Vlado's pussy as he drives into it. He grips onto Vlado's hips, noticing how full they are now. The soft curves do Vlado justice, and Marc can't help squeezing tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. This eggs Vlado on, making him cry out and shove back against Marc.
Marc's shaking now, his thighs tightening as he slams into Vlado. He's losing it, can't possibly last long with the combination of the feel of Vlado around him and the delicious noises bubbling out of his mouth. Vlado's whining now, keening as Marc works him over. Marc's hip stutter, and he knows he's close to losing it. He reaches around and works a hand between Vlado's thighs, his fingers slipping over his clit. He's not gentle, rubbing hard as Vlado continues to whimper for him. Marc loves it, loves knowing that his hands and his body as making Vlado fall apart like this.
"Marc, oh fuck," Vlado moans out, his voice mostly air. Marc leans down, plastering himself across Vlado's back, and nips at the back of his neck. Vlado cries out, his body going tight as he comes. Marc works his fingers over Vlado's clit, coaxing him through his orgasm. It's too much for him, too tight as Vlado's clamping down around his dick. Marc sinks his teeth into the nape of Vlado's neck and comes, emptying himself inside of Vlado. His hips keep moving, their bodies rocking together as they both fall through orgasm. Finally Marc can't take it anymore and his knees give out, collapsing on top of Vlado and pressing him into the mattress. He's still inside of him, Vlado's body spasming around him as aftershocks rack them both.
Marc's entirely too old for this. He sighs against Vlado's hair, breathing him in as they lie there. He knows he should move, knows he should pull out and clean them up before they both give in and pass out. But mostly, he just wants to lie here and stay in the moment. So he does.
Fandom: Hockey
Pairing: Marc Savard/Vladimir Sobotka
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Gender!swap
Word Count: 1,350
Summary: Sequel to They Want to Watch, To Watch Each Other Eat.
Notes: c_s_c_d started her own AU of this AU. This follows my own path, not hers. Thanks to hockeysaurus for inspiring this as well as be an awesome beta. Title stolen from a line in Regina Spektor's "Dance Anthem of the 80s" which is on my Marc Savard playlist for some reason. heh.
Marc wakes up feeling off. He rubs at his eyes, and groans before he can understand what's going on. One moment he's dreaming about Zee yelling at him during a practice and Pie goofing off and then the next he's got lightning shooting up his spine. He looks down, blinking as he sees Vladimir's head near his crotch. Grinning, he's suddenly wide awake and fully alert.
Then Vladimir looks up at him, and Marc chokes on his next breath. Vlado's eyes are surprisingly soft, his features subdued in a way Marc's only seen once. He tugs at Vlado's hair, his fingers tangling in the silken strands as he pulls Vlado's mouth up. Vlado just smirks at him, his lips slightly pointier than normal.
“You're a fucking girl again," Marc whispers, afraid to raise his voice for fear he'll find he's dreaming still.
"It would appear so, yes," Vlado tells him, laughing in a too-feminine voice as he grins up at Marc. "You like, no?"
"Not to give you a complex or anything, because I fucking love you normally with your dick and your stubble and your sharp angles, but yeah...I like," Marc answers quickly, his dick twitching at the thought of burying himself inside Vlado again.
“This shouldn’t keep happening,” Vlado tells him, pouting even harder as he squeezes the base of Marc’s dick. Marc raises his hips, doing his best not to lose control. He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath, determined to make the most of this fucked up situation.
“Look,” Marc says, laughing as he sits up and stares at Vlado. “I’m not about to look a gift pussy in the mouth. Come here,” he says, still laughing as Vlado glares at him. Only he’s cuter than normal, and it’s killing Marc as he tries to take him seriously.
Marc pushes Vlado down until he’s sprawled out on the mattress, his head by the foot of the bed. “I love you all the time,” Marc starts, afraid he’ll put Vlado off with his enthusiasm, “but I have a soft spot for going down on girls. Let me?” he asks, even though he’s sure Vlado isn’t going to turn him down now.
“And I love your mouth on me, no matter what’s going on,” Vlado says, his voice higher and breathier than usual. It hits Marc right in his chest, and his breath hitches as he slides down and settles between Vlado’s thighs.
Marc spreads Vlado, inhaling deeply, taking everything in. He never thought he’d give this up, never thought he’d shack up with someone with a dick instead of this. But here he is now, somehow getting rewarded for what he wants. He’s not going to stop to question why it’s happening, no matter what kind of nonsense Paille keeps spouting at him. He’s just going to live it up until it stops happening.
Because if Marc can have Vlado in both forms? He wins.
Vlado is already pawing at him, his hands cupping Marc's head as he sinks down and runs his tongue between Vlado's thighs. He's dripping already, clearly turned on from whatever he had been doing before Marc woke up. It's enough to make Marc shiver, making him thrust against the mattress in an effort to get himself off. But then he remembers how good it felt to be inside Vlado last time, how wet and hot and utterly life-changing it was. So he curbs his instinct and lifts his hips, avoiding the urge to grind down into the bed. Instead, he laps at Vlado, pressing his tongue flat against his clit and grinning when Vlado cries out and bucks his hips.
"Marc...I, fuck," Vlado growls, fading out as he arches his back and gasps. Marc grins into his pussy, smirking as he licks harder, working a finger inside of Vlado. This earns him a shout, causing Vlado to shake and writhe under him, coming undone as he clamps down on Marc's fingers. Marc continues to fuck him through the orgasm, lapping at his clit and drawing it out as much as he can.
Vlado's entire body is shaking, his back flying off the mattress and his thighs trembling as Marc continues to eat him out. He flicks his tongue roughly across Vlado's clit as he pumps him through orgasm and Vlado cries out, his voice shuddery as he clamps down around Marc's fingers. When the bucking stops, Marc kisses each of Vlado's thighs and then lifts himself up on his elbows, smirking widely up at him. Vlado looks entirely blissed out, his eyes glazed over and his mouth bright pink from where he's been chewing on it.
"How do you..." Marc starts, trailing off as Vlado starts panting orders at him.
"Hard," Vlado spits out, writhing beneath Marc as he continues, "Fast and hard and fuck...I don't care. Just need you in me. Now!" He whines, growling in his chest as he paws at Marc and arches up against him. Marc nods sharply and dips down to kiss Vlado one more time before flipping him over and pulling him up onto his hands and knees. Marc drapes himself on top on Vlado, nipping at the tight skin between his shoulder blades before lining up and pushing inside.
Vlado is so incredibly wet, just dripping for him as he slides inside of him. Marc grunts and slams his hips, rocking into Vlado as he cries out beneath him. He wants to go slow, but his body is on edge and he can't control himself. Marc starts pumping his hips, thrusting inside of Vlado's hot wet heat. Vlado is crying out, his body shaking as Marc pounds into him. He wasn't this rough last time, but Vlado doesn't seem to mind. He's tugging at the sheets, hands fisted in them as Marc works in and out of his body.
Marc licks his lips, tasting Vlado's juices on his tongue. All he can smell is Vlado, all he can feel is the tight heat of Vlado's pussy as he drives into it. He grips onto Vlado's hips, noticing how full they are now. The soft curves do Vlado justice, and Marc can't help squeezing tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. This eggs Vlado on, making him cry out and shove back against Marc.
Marc's shaking now, his thighs tightening as he slams into Vlado. He's losing it, can't possibly last long with the combination of the feel of Vlado around him and the delicious noises bubbling out of his mouth. Vlado's whining now, keening as Marc works him over. Marc's hip stutter, and he knows he's close to losing it. He reaches around and works a hand between Vlado's thighs, his fingers slipping over his clit. He's not gentle, rubbing hard as Vlado continues to whimper for him. Marc loves it, loves knowing that his hands and his body as making Vlado fall apart like this.
"Marc, oh fuck," Vlado moans out, his voice mostly air. Marc leans down, plastering himself across Vlado's back, and nips at the back of his neck. Vlado cries out, his body going tight as he comes. Marc works his fingers over Vlado's clit, coaxing him through his orgasm. It's too much for him, too tight as Vlado's clamping down around his dick. Marc sinks his teeth into the nape of Vlado's neck and comes, emptying himself inside of Vlado. His hips keep moving, their bodies rocking together as they both fall through orgasm. Finally Marc can't take it anymore and his knees give out, collapsing on top of Vlado and pressing him into the mattress. He's still inside of him, Vlado's body spasming around him as aftershocks rack them both.
Marc's entirely too old for this. He sighs against Vlado's hair, breathing him in as they lie there. He knows he should move, knows he should pull out and clean them up before they both give in and pass out. But mostly, he just wants to lie here and stay in the moment. So he does.