Pornography. Really.
May as well end National Quote Your Own Fic Day on a pornographic note.
DB/TJT NC-17.
All porn. No plot. Zero. Zip. Zilch.
Hung on him like a cross or a rock or some massive hulking thing that rises out of my subconscious. Nails dug into muscle and his cock bouncing off my cheek as he curves over me, lowering his hips because I’m scoring his ass cheeks with my fingertips and pulling him hard with every twist of his hand.
My hips are gonna snap out of their sockets and I don’t care because they’ll be looser then and I can take more of him.
I let go of his ass because it’s just not working and grab a fistful of cock, pull him down with it and he yells around my dick and comes down hard on it with blunt teeth. White shock explodes behind my eyes as my hips fly up from the mattress and I’m pushing up into the sharp stone of his fist and it hurts and burns and fades into bliss in less time than it took for me to scream. Easier now, throbbing around that punch, molding blood and tissue and slick unseen skin to his palm, fingers and thumb like they belong inside me.
The change of air around my dick chills the wetness there and I can’t see anything but feel something brush my swollen flesh, light and cool and warm at once. Soft whispers echo in the humid cavern between our bodies punctuated by gentle pulses of David’s tongue and lips on my flesh.
“didn’t mean … goddamn … never …hurt you ….”
Open my mouth wide and get that gorgeous, red hot muscle in it and suck that heat and bright metallic sweetness that tastes like the underside of a well-worn silver chain that’s lived against his skin for days on end or the inner ridge of wedding band that warms the tendons it rests on. Breathe and swallow and open wider still, take him deep enough to feel his balls on my spread lips radiating blast-furnace heat, fine little hairs tickling my nose.
Slide him from the big picture to the details and back again; deep throat and lick and trace and score and deep throat again and godfuckingdamn if he’s not my twin now, following the dance, swallow suck pull, lick swallow suck pull and I fall into the rhythm and lift up and back. Slide my hand from his hip, skim it over my nipple and pull and tug and pinch in time with David’s mouth on my cock and his fist in my ass and my mouth on his cock...
We ride the wave of our pleasure like dancing infinity. Alpha omega, no beginning, no end.
Yeah, I am a total comment whore today. But I'm a happy one.
DB/TJT NC-17.
All porn. No plot. Zero. Zip. Zilch.
Hung on him like a cross or a rock or some massive hulking thing that rises out of my subconscious. Nails dug into muscle and his cock bouncing off my cheek as he curves over me, lowering his hips because I’m scoring his ass cheeks with my fingertips and pulling him hard with every twist of his hand.
My hips are gonna snap out of their sockets and I don’t care because they’ll be looser then and I can take more of him.
I let go of his ass because it’s just not working and grab a fistful of cock, pull him down with it and he yells around my dick and comes down hard on it with blunt teeth. White shock explodes behind my eyes as my hips fly up from the mattress and I’m pushing up into the sharp stone of his fist and it hurts and burns and fades into bliss in less time than it took for me to scream. Easier now, throbbing around that punch, molding blood and tissue and slick unseen skin to his palm, fingers and thumb like they belong inside me.
The change of air around my dick chills the wetness there and I can’t see anything but feel something brush my swollen flesh, light and cool and warm at once. Soft whispers echo in the humid cavern between our bodies punctuated by gentle pulses of David’s tongue and lips on my flesh.
“didn’t mean … goddamn … never …hurt you ….”
Open my mouth wide and get that gorgeous, red hot muscle in it and suck that heat and bright metallic sweetness that tastes like the underside of a well-worn silver chain that’s lived against his skin for days on end or the inner ridge of wedding band that warms the tendons it rests on. Breathe and swallow and open wider still, take him deep enough to feel his balls on my spread lips radiating blast-furnace heat, fine little hairs tickling my nose.
Slide him from the big picture to the details and back again; deep throat and lick and trace and score and deep throat again and godfuckingdamn if he’s not my twin now, following the dance, swallow suck pull, lick swallow suck pull and I fall into the rhythm and lift up and back. Slide my hand from his hip, skim it over my nipple and pull and tug and pinch in time with David’s mouth on my cock and his fist in my ass and my mouth on his cock...
We ride the wave of our pleasure like dancing infinity. Alpha omega, no beginning, no end.
Yeah, I am a total comment whore today. But I'm a happy one.