IT'S MICHELLE'S BIRTHDAY!! THUS, I FIC!
Title: The Currently Untitled Pornlet Because I Can't Think of Anything Power Dynamics, or, YAYYY, IT'S MICHELLE'S BIRTHDAY!!!
Pairing: Chris/Zach, ST XI RPS
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Uh, there is a lot of ass fucking?
Notes: OKAY SO. It is my darling minny150's 21st birthday, and therefore it is fic time! But because she's a whore (i mean wat? *shifty*) and didn't give me a kink to work with, I just did an old prompt of hers from the kink meme, to wit: I want Chris being a TOTAL POWER BOTTOM and trying to control the sexytiems while Zach is being an AGGRESSIVE TOP and also trying. Enter lots of squabbling about who is in control. BUT CHRIS ENDS UP WINNING AND HE BOTTOMS FROM THE TOP WHILE HOLDING ZACH DOWN/WHILE ZACH IS TIED UP.
Everything between them is a competition -- who can act the most convincingly; who can drink the most whiskey without passing out; who can speak more eloquently.
Zach should have known sex wouldn't be any different.
He holds Chris down, finally pinning his wrists to the mattress as Chris bucks and twists and moans underneath him. His eyes are dark, a thin ring of brilliant blue almost drowned out by black, his mouth open and panting as Zach looks at him, as he tightens his grip just to feel the delicate bones shift beneath his fingers.
Chris bucks beneath him. "Are you just gonna stare at me, or are you going to actually do something?" His eyes are defiant, mocking, and Zach has to lean in and claim his insolent mouth, has to bite that tempting lower lip. The kiss is hot and wet and filthy, the slick slide of Chris's tongue against his own demanding, the insistent pressure of his lips bruising, possessive. Chris is like a wildfire, hot and uncontrolled, all blazing eyes and warm, hungry mouth devouring his own.
Chris thrusts up, the damp head of his cock leaving a wet smear of precome on Zach's belly and it's so good that Zach's concentration slips for just a moment, his fingers going slack enough that Chris can yank his hands free, can grab hold of Zach's hips and flip him onto his back, caught under Chris's solid body. Zach pulls away gasping, his hands going to Chris's shoulders and gripping as Chris uses his advantage to nip Zach's adam's apple, to lick a trail from his throat to the corner of his jaw, tongue rasping on day-old stubble. Zach can only shiver and moan incoherently as Chris mouths down his chest, tongue swirling arcane patterns around his nipple, dipping delicately into his bellybutton, mouthing the sharp jut of Zach's hipbone.
"Fuck," Zach says, and hauls Chris up to claim his mouth again, to suck on his teasing tongue.
Chris hums contentedly into the kiss, hands stroking Zach's ribs, his arms, his shoulders, finally resting there and pushing down, using his weight to hold Zach still as he takes control of the kiss, chasing Zach's tongue back into his mouth, nipping Zach's bottom lip before thrusting in again hungrily, fucking Zach's mouth in rough mimicry of the motions of his hips against Zach's. Zach feels owned, strung out and drunk on pleasure, but that doesn't stop him from trying to flip Chris again, from tugging on Chris's hair until he pulls away, breathlessly moaning Zach's name.
But he still won't let Zach up. His hands and eyes, both hot and insistent, pin Zach to the mattress. He lifts up onto his knees and moves forward until his thighs take the place of his hands, forcing Zach still and pliant beneath him, his mouth just inches from the tip of Chris's cock. "Well?" Chris thrusts forward, the wet head of his cock dragging against Zach's bottom lip. "It's not going to suck itself, Zach."
Zach rolls his eyes, but his mouth is watering with the taste, the smell of Chris so close. He opens his mouth and takes Chris in, watching raptly at the way Chris's eyes flutter shut at the first delicate suck, the way his cheeks flush when Zach licks under the crown. Chris lets out a guttural moan when Zach swallows him down, hips stuttering forward before Chris can control it, and Zach almost chokes as Chris's cock is forced down his throat, so good.
Chris pulls away then, and Zach absolutely does not whimper. Chris smirks, the bastard, but since he reaches for the lube, Zach is willing to forgive him.
"Stay there," Chris says, insistent, and then slithers sinuously down Zach's body, deliberately rubbing against as much of Zach on the way down as he can. Since Chris is moving closer to his cock, Zach decides obeying is in his best interest.
But instead of a little reciprocal cock-sucking, Chris just bends down to within a few inches of Zach's cock and then stops, breathing hotly over the head of his dick, a tease, his hands pressing him down into the mattress. Zach blows out an annoyed breath and lifts his head to look at Chris, hovering tantalizingly close to his dick but just out of reach. He shifts his hips as much as he can under Chris's bruising hold. "It's not going to suck itself, Chris," he says, mocking.
Chris laughs, warm breath gusting over his cock making Zach's breath hitch before Chris finally bends down, holding Zach's eyes with his own as he licks a long, slow stripe up the underside of his cock. Zach flops back onto this pillow and Chris chuckles, the vibrations making his eyes roll back in his head in pleasure. But then he pulls back, and the wet warmth of Chris's mouth is replaced with the cool slickness of lube, mercifully bringing Zach back down from the edge. If he had gone off like a teenager, he would never hear the end of it, he was sure.
"Stay there," Chris says again, a rough whisper as he raises himself up to his knees again and, holding Zach's cock steady with one hand, sinks down in one smooth glide. He's still for a long, endless moment as he adjusts, and just before Zach starts to think about flipping them over again he moves, lifting himself up slowly, inch by excruciating inch before sinking back down again. It's so gentle, so deep that Zach's chest tightens and he reaches out to grasp Chris's hips before the next stroke. Zach's not sure when their tussling turned into this, honey-sweet and languid like a summer's afternoon, but he isn't about to complain.
Chris grabs his hands and entwines their fingers, squeezing before moving them beside Zach's head and pressing them into the pillow, never slowing his thrusts. Zach clings to Chris's hands like a life-line as he's taken in to that blissfully tight warmth over and over. Chris's head droops, as if it's too heavy to lift even as he raises and lowers himself on Zach's cock, and Zach can't breathe with how beautiful Chris is right now, hair wild from Zach's fingers, a hot red flush running from the flare of his cheekbones to his chest, cock red and glistening and bobbing with each of his slow, deliberate movements.
It can't last, of course, and soon Chris's pace quickens, his movements losing most of their finesse and gaining urgency. Zach grips onto Chris's hands and thrusts up as much as he's able, meeting each of Chris's thrusts as Chris raises his head, his eyes searching out Zach's before leaning down and claiming his mouth again, a hot sweep of tongue against his. Zach can feel it when Chris is about to come, in the fierce grip of his body, the desperate moan that vibrates through them both, the way he can't maintain the kiss and ends up panting into Zach's neck. He keeps fucking through it, short graceless thrusts as he spills over Zach's belly and chest.
He's still for a moment afterwards, damp breaths gusting across Zach's collarbone as he comes down, Zach still buried in him. "Okay?" Zach asks, squeezing Chris's fingers, still entangled with his own.
Chris nods against his neck before kissing the pulsepoint under his lips, moving away after peppering kisses along Zach's jaw. He sits up and starts moving again, gingerly, grinning at Zach when he can't help but moan Chris's name. It doesn't take long; only a few more thrusts and Zach comes deep inside Chris, eyes clenched shut and panting for a breath he can't seem to catch.
Chris slumps forward against his chest, further smearing the mess on Zach's chest, but Zach finds that for all his fastidiousness he just can't bring himself to care at the moment. Untangling his fingers from Chris's he brings them up to Chris's face, tracing the curve of his cheek, the lushness of his kiss-bitten mouth. He smiles under Zach's fingers, kissing them before taking one in his mouth, gently sucking on the tip. Zach's cock twitches hopefully inside Chris, and Chris laughs, Zach's finger slipping from his lips.
"You're insatiable." He rocks forward and back, a short movement that steals Zach's breath. "And I told you I could get you to bottom."
Zach rolls his eyes, Chris cackling above him, and then uses his distraction to flip them over, settling himself firmly on top as Chris's laughter turns into a gasp. "We'll see who's really the bottom in this relationship," Zach says, and leans down for a kiss.
Pairing: Chris/Zach, ST XI RPS
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Uh, there is a lot of ass fucking?
Notes: OKAY SO. It is my darling minny150's 21st birthday, and therefore it is fic time! But because she's a whore (i mean wat? *shifty*) and didn't give me a kink to work with, I just did an old prompt of hers from the kink meme, to wit: I want Chris being a TOTAL POWER BOTTOM and trying to control the sexytiems while Zach is being an AGGRESSIVE TOP and also trying. Enter lots of squabbling about who is in control. BUT CHRIS ENDS UP WINNING AND HE BOTTOMS FROM THE TOP WHILE HOLDING ZACH DOWN/WHILE ZACH IS TIED UP.
Everything between them is a competition -- who can act the most convincingly; who can drink the most whiskey without passing out; who can speak more eloquently.
Zach should have known sex wouldn't be any different.
He holds Chris down, finally pinning his wrists to the mattress as Chris bucks and twists and moans underneath him. His eyes are dark, a thin ring of brilliant blue almost drowned out by black, his mouth open and panting as Zach looks at him, as he tightens his grip just to feel the delicate bones shift beneath his fingers.
Chris bucks beneath him. "Are you just gonna stare at me, or are you going to actually do something?" His eyes are defiant, mocking, and Zach has to lean in and claim his insolent mouth, has to bite that tempting lower lip. The kiss is hot and wet and filthy, the slick slide of Chris's tongue against his own demanding, the insistent pressure of his lips bruising, possessive. Chris is like a wildfire, hot and uncontrolled, all blazing eyes and warm, hungry mouth devouring his own.
Chris thrusts up, the damp head of his cock leaving a wet smear of precome on Zach's belly and it's so good that Zach's concentration slips for just a moment, his fingers going slack enough that Chris can yank his hands free, can grab hold of Zach's hips and flip him onto his back, caught under Chris's solid body. Zach pulls away gasping, his hands going to Chris's shoulders and gripping as Chris uses his advantage to nip Zach's adam's apple, to lick a trail from his throat to the corner of his jaw, tongue rasping on day-old stubble. Zach can only shiver and moan incoherently as Chris mouths down his chest, tongue swirling arcane patterns around his nipple, dipping delicately into his bellybutton, mouthing the sharp jut of Zach's hipbone.
"Fuck," Zach says, and hauls Chris up to claim his mouth again, to suck on his teasing tongue.
Chris hums contentedly into the kiss, hands stroking Zach's ribs, his arms, his shoulders, finally resting there and pushing down, using his weight to hold Zach still as he takes control of the kiss, chasing Zach's tongue back into his mouth, nipping Zach's bottom lip before thrusting in again hungrily, fucking Zach's mouth in rough mimicry of the motions of his hips against Zach's. Zach feels owned, strung out and drunk on pleasure, but that doesn't stop him from trying to flip Chris again, from tugging on Chris's hair until he pulls away, breathlessly moaning Zach's name.
But he still won't let Zach up. His hands and eyes, both hot and insistent, pin Zach to the mattress. He lifts up onto his knees and moves forward until his thighs take the place of his hands, forcing Zach still and pliant beneath him, his mouth just inches from the tip of Chris's cock. "Well?" Chris thrusts forward, the wet head of his cock dragging against Zach's bottom lip. "It's not going to suck itself, Zach."
Zach rolls his eyes, but his mouth is watering with the taste, the smell of Chris so close. He opens his mouth and takes Chris in, watching raptly at the way Chris's eyes flutter shut at the first delicate suck, the way his cheeks flush when Zach licks under the crown. Chris lets out a guttural moan when Zach swallows him down, hips stuttering forward before Chris can control it, and Zach almost chokes as Chris's cock is forced down his throat, so good.
Chris pulls away then, and Zach absolutely does not whimper. Chris smirks, the bastard, but since he reaches for the lube, Zach is willing to forgive him.
"Stay there," Chris says, insistent, and then slithers sinuously down Zach's body, deliberately rubbing against as much of Zach on the way down as he can. Since Chris is moving closer to his cock, Zach decides obeying is in his best interest.
But instead of a little reciprocal cock-sucking, Chris just bends down to within a few inches of Zach's cock and then stops, breathing hotly over the head of his dick, a tease, his hands pressing him down into the mattress. Zach blows out an annoyed breath and lifts his head to look at Chris, hovering tantalizingly close to his dick but just out of reach. He shifts his hips as much as he can under Chris's bruising hold. "It's not going to suck itself, Chris," he says, mocking.
Chris laughs, warm breath gusting over his cock making Zach's breath hitch before Chris finally bends down, holding Zach's eyes with his own as he licks a long, slow stripe up the underside of his cock. Zach flops back onto this pillow and Chris chuckles, the vibrations making his eyes roll back in his head in pleasure. But then he pulls back, and the wet warmth of Chris's mouth is replaced with the cool slickness of lube, mercifully bringing Zach back down from the edge. If he had gone off like a teenager, he would never hear the end of it, he was sure.
"Stay there," Chris says again, a rough whisper as he raises himself up to his knees again and, holding Zach's cock steady with one hand, sinks down in one smooth glide. He's still for a long, endless moment as he adjusts, and just before Zach starts to think about flipping them over again he moves, lifting himself up slowly, inch by excruciating inch before sinking back down again. It's so gentle, so deep that Zach's chest tightens and he reaches out to grasp Chris's hips before the next stroke. Zach's not sure when their tussling turned into this, honey-sweet and languid like a summer's afternoon, but he isn't about to complain.
Chris grabs his hands and entwines their fingers, squeezing before moving them beside Zach's head and pressing them into the pillow, never slowing his thrusts. Zach clings to Chris's hands like a life-line as he's taken in to that blissfully tight warmth over and over. Chris's head droops, as if it's too heavy to lift even as he raises and lowers himself on Zach's cock, and Zach can't breathe with how beautiful Chris is right now, hair wild from Zach's fingers, a hot red flush running from the flare of his cheekbones to his chest, cock red and glistening and bobbing with each of his slow, deliberate movements.
It can't last, of course, and soon Chris's pace quickens, his movements losing most of their finesse and gaining urgency. Zach grips onto Chris's hands and thrusts up as much as he's able, meeting each of Chris's thrusts as Chris raises his head, his eyes searching out Zach's before leaning down and claiming his mouth again, a hot sweep of tongue against his. Zach can feel it when Chris is about to come, in the fierce grip of his body, the desperate moan that vibrates through them both, the way he can't maintain the kiss and ends up panting into Zach's neck. He keeps fucking through it, short graceless thrusts as he spills over Zach's belly and chest.
He's still for a moment afterwards, damp breaths gusting across Zach's collarbone as he comes down, Zach still buried in him. "Okay?" Zach asks, squeezing Chris's fingers, still entangled with his own.
Chris nods against his neck before kissing the pulsepoint under his lips, moving away after peppering kisses along Zach's jaw. He sits up and starts moving again, gingerly, grinning at Zach when he can't help but moan Chris's name. It doesn't take long; only a few more thrusts and Zach comes deep inside Chris, eyes clenched shut and panting for a breath he can't seem to catch.
Chris slumps forward against his chest, further smearing the mess on Zach's chest, but Zach finds that for all his fastidiousness he just can't bring himself to care at the moment. Untangling his fingers from Chris's he brings them up to Chris's face, tracing the curve of his cheek, the lushness of his kiss-bitten mouth. He smiles under Zach's fingers, kissing them before taking one in his mouth, gently sucking on the tip. Zach's cock twitches hopefully inside Chris, and Chris laughs, Zach's finger slipping from his lips.
"You're insatiable." He rocks forward and back, a short movement that steals Zach's breath. "And I told you I could get you to bottom."
Zach rolls his eyes, Chris cackling above him, and then uses his distraction to flip them over, settling himself firmly on top as Chris's laughter turns into a gasp. "We'll see who's really the bottom in this relationship," Zach says, and leans down for a kiss.