More Fic For Funzies
Title: Spin The Bottle
Pairing: Richmond/Vince/Mama
Summary: This was written with Ms. saintli as an AU to our RP characters. Truly I wanted to see if I could write in Vince's voice. I was also secretly hoping that invaderwitch would join the game at the time and we could have maybe used it:P. This is rather rough because it's been sitting in google docs for a while now collecting dustlets.
Word Count: 3009
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: SLASH AND HET UP IN THIS PIECE!
Just to explain, in the RP universe Richmond (my character) is in a relationship with both Mama Zoom and Vector Peacock. Both of the girls are also together as girlfriend and girlfriend. Yes, it’s confusing. Bare with me.
Mama and Vector had decided to throw a party at their home. It had been an insane event, full of drinking, laughter, dancing and light hearted banter. Now everyone had gone home but for Vince. He still wants to chat it up and play some games of his own. His kind of games seemed centered around Richmond, and he would get Richmond to play, much to Mama’s chagrin.
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Vector had long since gone to bed when Vince suggested they play a game of spin the bottle. Mama, Richmond and Vince sit in a round on sitting room floor. Vince spins the bottle first, it’s green glass glinting in the dim light. It slowly comes to a stop, pointing directly at Mama.
Richmond cocks a brow as he watches Vince crawl on all fours towards Mama giggling form.
“A’right?” Vince questions Mama lightly, leaning forward to initiate the kiss. It starts slow and teasing at first before Mama is soon leaning back. Vince gets a little bolder and flicks his tongue out. Mama responds almost immediately, her own tongue journeying out to taste.
A loud cough from Richmond startles them both to stopping and Vince lets out a cackle as he moves to sit back on floor.
"Aw, come on Richmooond. Have another drinky." Vince moves closer to sit next to him, pushing a bottle of wine to Richmond's lips and tipping it back so he's forced to drink it. "This is just a game. Only for fun. I just gave Mama a little kiss. Here, you spin the bottle and see where it lands."
Richmond furrows his brow and takes the bottle. "Fine." He spins it rather hard and fast and it takes a good 15 seconds before it really starts slowing.
Finally the bottle rolls to a stop, pointing directly at Vince. Richmond raises an eyebrow. Vince had been flirting and touching him most of the evening, he never thought he'd be kissing him by the evenings end.
Biting his lip and twirling a strand of hair, Vince cocks and eyebrow back at Richmond. "Well then, tall dark and gruesome. Wotcha'?" Suddenly Vince scrambles into Richmond's lap like he'd been waiting to do it all night. He quickly wraps his arms around Richmond's neck to make sure he doesn't back away. "Give us a kiss then."
Richmond drink addled brain reels as he looks from Vince's slowly approaching lips up to his sparkling blue eyes. He then turns his gaze toward Mama, searching for some sort of help.
Mama arches an eyebrow, smirking. A challenge, perhaps.
Shrugging in some sort of defeat, Richmond looks back at Vince. He slips a testing hand to the small of Vince's back which elicits a shiver from the shorter man. Interesting, Richmond thinks.
Vince's nose bumps Richmond's and he whines impatiently, whispering. "Come on, Vlad the Impaler. I've been wantin' this all night."
Mama's dying to yell "KISS HIM ALREADY!", but stops herself, not wanting to ruin the moment. Her fingers dig into the carpet.
Richmond finally cocks his head a little and presses his lips to Vince's, gentle and testing. His eyes slip shut as he leans in a little, his other hand joining the first at Vince's back.
Humming at Richmond's other hand touching him, Vince wraps his legs fully around Richmond's waist. One of his hands sneaks to the back of Richmond's neck to pull the goth harder to him. Flicking his tongue out, he tempts Richmond to go that much further.
Mama licks her lips, subconsciously leaning in to watch closer. She bites her lip.
Heat rushes up Richmond's neck as he opens his mouth to allow Vince entry, tongues dancing as they meet. Richmond forgets where he is and the situation for a moment as one hand slips lower, pulling Vince by the bottom even closer, kneeding his arse lightly.
Vince whimpers a little and pulls back just a touch to bite at Richmond's lower lip before crashing his mouth back. His hips begin to move of they're on accord, rolling against the goth beneath him.
The silence is broken by Mama's deep, throaty growl. She is unable to tear her eyes away from the sight before her.
Hearing Mama’s growl, Richmond breaks the kiss. This doesn't seem to deter Vince, who merely moves his mouth lower to attack Richmond's neck with kisses and bites. "I--V--Vince..." Richmond gasps, eyes rolling back in his head as Vince's skilled mouth plunders his sensitive skin.
"Come on, Bela Lugosi. I know... feel you're well into it, yeah." Vince breathes against his neck as his mouth trails up to Richmond's ear and bites at the lobe.
Mama crawls across the floor towards the men, settling next to them. She levels her eyes with Richmond's, her brow arched. "You want him?" she asks, voice low.
"Yes, but..."
"But what?"
"You and Vector..." Richmond's eyes fall shut and he swallows hard as one of Vince's hands slips to his chest flicking a nipple through is shirt.
"Yes. Me and Vector," Mama says, moving to kneel behind him. She reaches around, sliding a hand between his legs--palming him through the rough fabric of his jeans "Speaking of, I thought you only got this hard this quick for us." Mama teases.
"Oh God." Richmond moans as he turns his head toward Vince.
"No, just Vince the prince, love." Vince giggle, kissing up Richmond's jaw and returning his lips to the other mans mouth.
Richmond bucks into Mama's hand and tightens his grip on Vince's arse, moving his other hand to join the one already there. A growl escapes deep within his chest as he feels Vince hard against his thigh. This is going farther than he 'd ever imagined it would.
Mama continues to move her hand against Richmond, easing up on the pressure. She tucks his hair behind his ear with her free hand, leaning in to whisper "What d'you want, Richmond?"
Richmond breaks the kiss and pulls back from Vince to look into the smaller mans eyes. "I--I... Vince?"
"If you fancy sommat more, I'm game. Seems Mama's keen too." Vince bites his kiss swollen lip and looks down at Richmond's crotch. "and to be honest, I fancy a go with that myself."
"Easy there, Noir." Mama warns over Richmond's shoulder, kissing up his neck. "He's mine. Don't forget that." she tightens her grip on Richmond's cock through the denim "Either of you." she says low in his ear.
Turning his head towards Mama, Richmond takes a deep breath. "What do I want? What am I aloud to do?"
"Hmmm....good question." Mama says, thinking. "I'd quite like to see you suck his cock." she drags her nails lightly over the tented denim, her other hand tangled in his tresses.
Richmond raises an eyebrow and turns to look at Vince.
Scuttling off Richmond's lap and crab crawling backward, Vince rests his back against the settee. "A'right?"
"Is it alright?" Richmond looks at Mama with furrowed brow.
Mama nods her head towards Vince "Go on."
Richmond takes a breath, then looks towards Vince. "If you're sure." he whispers mostly to himself.
"Come on then." Vince raises a perfectly manicured hand, gesturing Richmond over.
Crawling on hands and knees, Richmond stops in front of Vince. Richmond's long slim fingers grasp Vince's ankles and slowly slip up to hold Vince's knees, spreading them apart. Those same fingers then slide from Vince's knees, down his thighs and to the fastenings of his skinnies. Richmond pops the button quickly and pulls down the zip, all the while watching Vince's half lidded eyes.
Mama watches, transfixed. She's unsure if Richmond really wants this as much as he seemed to only a few moments before, but she's unable to stop the scene from unfolding before her.
Vince lift's his hips, slipping his skinnies down his arse a little and exposing his hard cock. It's not as big as Richmond's, but what mans is. "Like what you see?" Vince coos as he begins to make a show of stroking his dick for Richmond and Mama.
Slipping a hand over Vince's and stroking along with him is Richmond's response. It's been ages since he's been with a man and he hadn't realized how much he missed it until now.
Bucking up, Vince removes his hand from under Richmond's and places the goth's hand firmly around his erection. "Yeah, just like that." Vince moans breathlessly.
Richmond licks his lips and lowers his body to lay on is stomach. He blows a cooling breath over Vince’s cock as he continues to stroke him, inhaling through his nose to take in Vince’s fruity yet musky scent.
Vince gasps and slips a hand into Richmond’s tresses, urging him to go further. “Please... need more.”
Mama stands, walking to the armchair where she can get a better view. She sits down lightly in the center of the cushion, crossing her legs and reaching for the cigarettes on the coffee table. She lights one up, watching Richmond intently with glassy eyes.
Tongue flicking out, Richmond lightly licks the tip of Vince’s cock. The salty tang, though not tasted in a while, is very familiar to him. “Mmmm,” escapes Richmond’s mouth as his lips envelope Vince’s cock, sinking down as far as he can. His hand still grasps the base as his free hand moves to stroke Vince’s balls.
“Yeah... keep goin’.” Vince keens out as he throws his head back against the settee, hips bucking into Richmond’s hot wet mouth.
With one hand, Mama hitches her skirt up--the other hand still holding her cigarette loosely between two fingers. She uncrosses her legs, spreading them just enough to snake a hand between them under her knickers--a finger circling her clit lightly as she takes a drag from her cigarette.
Stroking Vince with one hand, Richmond’s head bobs up and down to follow it. His other hand slips lower, rubbing lightly at his perineum before slipping further down. Richmond’s index finger follows the crease of Vince’s arse and quickly finds the puckered hole, circling it lightly.
“Please...” Vince sobs out, pulling at Richmond’s hair roughly. “More.”
Removing his hand completely from Vince’s cock, Richmond sinks his mouth down to the base, tongue laving at the under side. He immediately brings his mouth back up, almost removing it from the rigid member completely before going back down. Richmond repeats this move over and over, moving faster and faster. The finger at Vince’s arse taps then pushing at the hole, easing it’s way inside.
“Don’t stop... F-uck!” Vince cries out. “S’good. Won’t hold out much longer.”
Looking up into Vince’s lust drunk eyes, Richmond continues to bob his mouth up and down, obscene sucking noising emanating from his swollen lips. Richmond shoves his finger deeper inside Vince, crooking it to find the smaller man’s prostate.
Vince’s yelps and begins to shake, “YES! Just there! Right there!”
Richmond’s finger begins to stroke Vince inside as his mouth moves steadily faster. He begins a steady hum as he sucks, causing even more sensation.
It’s all entirely too much. Vince finally loses control, clutching Richmond’s head down against himself as he fucks the goth’s mouth. With a strangled cry, Vince comes down Richmond’s throat, whimpering and panting as he rides it out.
“Bravo...” Mama says sarcastically from the armchair, fingers still working against her flesh. She takes another pull on her cigarette, arching an eyebrow at Richmond.
Richmond removes his mouth from Vince and pulls himself up into a kneeling position. He wipes his lips with the back of his sleeve and looks sheepishly at Mama.
Mama sits silently, regarding him casually as she stubs out her cigarette. She stands, retreating to the bedroom for a few moments before reemerging with a condom. She drops it on the carpet before him, crossing her arms across her chest. “Tell me what you want.”
Furrowing his brow, Richmond looks from Mama to Vince and back again. “I--I... What?”
“Bugger me if you like.” Vince pipes in. “Only fair, innit’.”
Richmond turns his head and looks pointedly at Vince. “I think you should leave.”
“What? I thought...” Vince crosses his arms and pouts.
“You’ve gotten what you wanted. I think you need to leave.” Richmond repeats a little lower.
“Fine! suit yourself.” Vince huffs as he yanks his skinnies back up. “Would have liked you to bum but whatever.” he mumbles. With that final word, Vince stands on wobbly legs and walks quickly out of the sitting room. The front door slams in seconds to signal his hasty retreat.
“He couldn’t have handled you, anyway.” Mama mumbles, sinking to her knees. She unbuttons her blouse, casting it to the side. It lands on the coffee table as she peels her skirt down and off, throwing it in the opposite direction. Mama lays back, her body on displayed before him. “I’m waiting.” she sighs.
Richmond stands up and removes his trousers and shirt, throwing both items to join Mama’s on the table. He then lowers himself back down, crawling over Mama’s body, kissing her exposed skin as he travels up. Looking into her eyes, he sighs, “Are you sure you want this after...”
“After what?” Mama asks, cocking an eyebrow.
“After what I’ve done.”
“I told you to do what you did, didn’t I?”
“Yes but... we were caught up in the moment. Vince is persuasive.”
“Alright. Either fuck me or don’t. Just tell me which we’re doing ‘cause I’m starting to get tired.”
Mama obviously seems on edge but Richmond is hard and hurting from the prolonged sex play. He reaches back and grasps Mama’s knee, pulling her leg over his waist. He lines up quickly and thrusts inside, moaning at the sensation.
“C’mon,” Mama snarls “Make it hurt and make it quick.”
Lowering his head to Mama’s neck, Richmond bites down hard at the tendon there. He pushes himself roughly inside her, fucking like a jack hammer, making it hurt like she wants.
Mama moans, writhing beneath him as she wedges a hand between them, putting pressure on her clit. “C’mon Richmond” she growls through gritted teeth, her other leg thrown over his waist now, ankles locked.
Richmond thrusts harder, knowing it’s hurting Mama because it’s hurting him as well. He begins biting down Mama’s neck, traveling to her shoulder, blue and purple marks raising almost as soon as his mouth moves away. Tears prick his eyes as he pushes and nips, this isn’t right, he thinks to himself, but unable to stop.
Mama’s body goes lax against the carpet, her expression unreadable. “I’m not gonna come tonight, so do hurry up.” she sighs, staring up at the ceiling.
Whimpering, Richmond removes his mouth from Mama’s skin. With a few more rough thrusts, he’s coming inside her, hips stuttering to a stop as he looks down at Mama’s cold face. “I--I’m sorry.” he pants out. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Mama sighs, gently pushing him off her to stand “I’m cleaning myself up and going to bed. I suggest you do the same.”
Richmond moves to standing as well, looking around the room and feeling utterly lost. He walks to the bathroom and grabs his tooth brush and tooth paste. He prepares and brushes his teeth, all the while his minds I playing back exactly what he had done in front of the women he loves. Richmond spits into the sink with disgust, turning on the taps and rinsing his mouth out over and over, trying to remove Vince’s taste.
Mama appears in the doorway of the bathroom, wearing a snug fitting tank top and a pair of Richmond’s pajama bottoms rolled up at the waist. “You almost done?” she asks softly, her eyes sad.
Shoulders slumped, Richmond nods, reaching out a hand to touch Mama’s arm but thinking better of it and letting the hand drop. He presses himself to the wall and slips past her, trying not to touch, feeling he doesn’t deserve it. Richmond heads for the bed, crawling in quickly and scooting to the middle so as not to disturb Vector, curling into the smallest ball he can muster. He pulls his arms over his face, covering his eyes from everything but the images running through his mind.
Mama slips in beside Richmond, eying the shape of his back bent around itself. He looks like a crumpled ball of paper. She scoots closer, wrapping herself around him, silent and solid at his back.
“I’m sorry.” Richmond whispers.
“You didn’t do anything.” Mama says, her voice flat.
“I feel as though I’ve done something very wrong. I know you said it was alright, but it isn’t. I just... I love you and I feel I’ve hurt us.”
“Richmond, let’s just go to sleep.” Mama sighs, tucking her face into the crook of his neck.
Turning to face Mama, Richmond curls his body around her, situating her face back against his neck. He holds tightly to her, as though if he were to let go she’d fly away. “I love you.” he whispers as his fingers cling ever tighter to Mama’s back and neck.
Mama doesn’t answer--her over exhausted mind and body already done for the night.
Richmond’s mind, wanting to finally shut down, proceeds to do so. Despite his want to think on this evening his brain will have none of it. With a soft sigh, Richmond lets go and succumbs to fitful slumber.
Pairing: Richmond/Vince/Mama
Summary: This was written with Ms. saintli as an AU to our RP characters. Truly I wanted to see if I could write in Vince's voice. I was also secretly hoping that invaderwitch would join the game at the time and we could have maybe used it:P. This is rather rough because it's been sitting in google docs for a while now collecting dustlets.
Word Count: 3009
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: SLASH AND HET UP IN THIS PIECE!
Just to explain, in the RP universe Richmond (my character) is in a relationship with both Mama Zoom and Vector Peacock. Both of the girls are also together as girlfriend and girlfriend. Yes, it’s confusing. Bare with me.
Mama and Vector had decided to throw a party at their home. It had been an insane event, full of drinking, laughter, dancing and light hearted banter. Now everyone had gone home but for Vince. He still wants to chat it up and play some games of his own. His kind of games seemed centered around Richmond, and he would get Richmond to play, much to Mama’s chagrin.
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Vector had long since gone to bed when Vince suggested they play a game of spin the bottle. Mama, Richmond and Vince sit in a round on sitting room floor. Vince spins the bottle first, it’s green glass glinting in the dim light. It slowly comes to a stop, pointing directly at Mama.
Richmond cocks a brow as he watches Vince crawl on all fours towards Mama giggling form.
“A’right?” Vince questions Mama lightly, leaning forward to initiate the kiss. It starts slow and teasing at first before Mama is soon leaning back. Vince gets a little bolder and flicks his tongue out. Mama responds almost immediately, her own tongue journeying out to taste.
A loud cough from Richmond startles them both to stopping and Vince lets out a cackle as he moves to sit back on floor.
"Aw, come on Richmooond. Have another drinky." Vince moves closer to sit next to him, pushing a bottle of wine to Richmond's lips and tipping it back so he's forced to drink it. "This is just a game. Only for fun. I just gave Mama a little kiss. Here, you spin the bottle and see where it lands."
Richmond furrows his brow and takes the bottle. "Fine." He spins it rather hard and fast and it takes a good 15 seconds before it really starts slowing.
Finally the bottle rolls to a stop, pointing directly at Vince. Richmond raises an eyebrow. Vince had been flirting and touching him most of the evening, he never thought he'd be kissing him by the evenings end.
Biting his lip and twirling a strand of hair, Vince cocks and eyebrow back at Richmond. "Well then, tall dark and gruesome. Wotcha'?" Suddenly Vince scrambles into Richmond's lap like he'd been waiting to do it all night. He quickly wraps his arms around Richmond's neck to make sure he doesn't back away. "Give us a kiss then."
Richmond drink addled brain reels as he looks from Vince's slowly approaching lips up to his sparkling blue eyes. He then turns his gaze toward Mama, searching for some sort of help.
Mama arches an eyebrow, smirking. A challenge, perhaps.
Shrugging in some sort of defeat, Richmond looks back at Vince. He slips a testing hand to the small of Vince's back which elicits a shiver from the shorter man. Interesting, Richmond thinks.
Vince's nose bumps Richmond's and he whines impatiently, whispering. "Come on, Vlad the Impaler. I've been wantin' this all night."
Mama's dying to yell "KISS HIM ALREADY!", but stops herself, not wanting to ruin the moment. Her fingers dig into the carpet.
Richmond finally cocks his head a little and presses his lips to Vince's, gentle and testing. His eyes slip shut as he leans in a little, his other hand joining the first at Vince's back.
Humming at Richmond's other hand touching him, Vince wraps his legs fully around Richmond's waist. One of his hands sneaks to the back of Richmond's neck to pull the goth harder to him. Flicking his tongue out, he tempts Richmond to go that much further.
Mama licks her lips, subconsciously leaning in to watch closer. She bites her lip.
Heat rushes up Richmond's neck as he opens his mouth to allow Vince entry, tongues dancing as they meet. Richmond forgets where he is and the situation for a moment as one hand slips lower, pulling Vince by the bottom even closer, kneeding his arse lightly.
Vince whimpers a little and pulls back just a touch to bite at Richmond's lower lip before crashing his mouth back. His hips begin to move of they're on accord, rolling against the goth beneath him.
The silence is broken by Mama's deep, throaty growl. She is unable to tear her eyes away from the sight before her.
Hearing Mama’s growl, Richmond breaks the kiss. This doesn't seem to deter Vince, who merely moves his mouth lower to attack Richmond's neck with kisses and bites. "I--V--Vince..." Richmond gasps, eyes rolling back in his head as Vince's skilled mouth plunders his sensitive skin.
"Come on, Bela Lugosi. I know... feel you're well into it, yeah." Vince breathes against his neck as his mouth trails up to Richmond's ear and bites at the lobe.
Mama crawls across the floor towards the men, settling next to them. She levels her eyes with Richmond's, her brow arched. "You want him?" she asks, voice low.
"Yes, but..."
"But what?"
"You and Vector..." Richmond's eyes fall shut and he swallows hard as one of Vince's hands slips to his chest flicking a nipple through is shirt.
"Yes. Me and Vector," Mama says, moving to kneel behind him. She reaches around, sliding a hand between his legs--palming him through the rough fabric of his jeans "Speaking of, I thought you only got this hard this quick for us." Mama teases.
"Oh God." Richmond moans as he turns his head toward Vince.
"No, just Vince the prince, love." Vince giggle, kissing up Richmond's jaw and returning his lips to the other mans mouth.
Richmond bucks into Mama's hand and tightens his grip on Vince's arse, moving his other hand to join the one already there. A growl escapes deep within his chest as he feels Vince hard against his thigh. This is going farther than he 'd ever imagined it would.
Mama continues to move her hand against Richmond, easing up on the pressure. She tucks his hair behind his ear with her free hand, leaning in to whisper "What d'you want, Richmond?"
Richmond breaks the kiss and pulls back from Vince to look into the smaller mans eyes. "I--I... Vince?"
"If you fancy sommat more, I'm game. Seems Mama's keen too." Vince bites his kiss swollen lip and looks down at Richmond's crotch. "and to be honest, I fancy a go with that myself."
"Easy there, Noir." Mama warns over Richmond's shoulder, kissing up his neck. "He's mine. Don't forget that." she tightens her grip on Richmond's cock through the denim "Either of you." she says low in his ear.
Turning his head towards Mama, Richmond takes a deep breath. "What do I want? What am I aloud to do?"
"Hmmm....good question." Mama says, thinking. "I'd quite like to see you suck his cock." she drags her nails lightly over the tented denim, her other hand tangled in his tresses.
Richmond raises an eyebrow and turns to look at Vince.
Scuttling off Richmond's lap and crab crawling backward, Vince rests his back against the settee. "A'right?"
"Is it alright?" Richmond looks at Mama with furrowed brow.
Mama nods her head towards Vince "Go on."
Richmond takes a breath, then looks towards Vince. "If you're sure." he whispers mostly to himself.
"Come on then." Vince raises a perfectly manicured hand, gesturing Richmond over.
Crawling on hands and knees, Richmond stops in front of Vince. Richmond's long slim fingers grasp Vince's ankles and slowly slip up to hold Vince's knees, spreading them apart. Those same fingers then slide from Vince's knees, down his thighs and to the fastenings of his skinnies. Richmond pops the button quickly and pulls down the zip, all the while watching Vince's half lidded eyes.
Mama watches, transfixed. She's unsure if Richmond really wants this as much as he seemed to only a few moments before, but she's unable to stop the scene from unfolding before her.
Vince lift's his hips, slipping his skinnies down his arse a little and exposing his hard cock. It's not as big as Richmond's, but what mans is. "Like what you see?" Vince coos as he begins to make a show of stroking his dick for Richmond and Mama.
Slipping a hand over Vince's and stroking along with him is Richmond's response. It's been ages since he's been with a man and he hadn't realized how much he missed it until now.
Bucking up, Vince removes his hand from under Richmond's and places the goth's hand firmly around his erection. "Yeah, just like that." Vince moans breathlessly.
Richmond licks his lips and lowers his body to lay on is stomach. He blows a cooling breath over Vince’s cock as he continues to stroke him, inhaling through his nose to take in Vince’s fruity yet musky scent.
Vince gasps and slips a hand into Richmond’s tresses, urging him to go further. “Please... need more.”
Mama stands, walking to the armchair where she can get a better view. She sits down lightly in the center of the cushion, crossing her legs and reaching for the cigarettes on the coffee table. She lights one up, watching Richmond intently with glassy eyes.
Tongue flicking out, Richmond lightly licks the tip of Vince’s cock. The salty tang, though not tasted in a while, is very familiar to him. “Mmmm,” escapes Richmond’s mouth as his lips envelope Vince’s cock, sinking down as far as he can. His hand still grasps the base as his free hand moves to stroke Vince’s balls.
“Yeah... keep goin’.” Vince keens out as he throws his head back against the settee, hips bucking into Richmond’s hot wet mouth.
With one hand, Mama hitches her skirt up--the other hand still holding her cigarette loosely between two fingers. She uncrosses her legs, spreading them just enough to snake a hand between them under her knickers--a finger circling her clit lightly as she takes a drag from her cigarette.
Stroking Vince with one hand, Richmond’s head bobs up and down to follow it. His other hand slips lower, rubbing lightly at his perineum before slipping further down. Richmond’s index finger follows the crease of Vince’s arse and quickly finds the puckered hole, circling it lightly.
“Please...” Vince sobs out, pulling at Richmond’s hair roughly. “More.”
Removing his hand completely from Vince’s cock, Richmond sinks his mouth down to the base, tongue laving at the under side. He immediately brings his mouth back up, almost removing it from the rigid member completely before going back down. Richmond repeats this move over and over, moving faster and faster. The finger at Vince’s arse taps then pushing at the hole, easing it’s way inside.
“Don’t stop... F-uck!” Vince cries out. “S’good. Won’t hold out much longer.”
Looking up into Vince’s lust drunk eyes, Richmond continues to bob his mouth up and down, obscene sucking noising emanating from his swollen lips. Richmond shoves his finger deeper inside Vince, crooking it to find the smaller man’s prostate.
Vince’s yelps and begins to shake, “YES! Just there! Right there!”
Richmond’s finger begins to stroke Vince inside as his mouth moves steadily faster. He begins a steady hum as he sucks, causing even more sensation.
It’s all entirely too much. Vince finally loses control, clutching Richmond’s head down against himself as he fucks the goth’s mouth. With a strangled cry, Vince comes down Richmond’s throat, whimpering and panting as he rides it out.
“Bravo...” Mama says sarcastically from the armchair, fingers still working against her flesh. She takes another pull on her cigarette, arching an eyebrow at Richmond.
Richmond removes his mouth from Vince and pulls himself up into a kneeling position. He wipes his lips with the back of his sleeve and looks sheepishly at Mama.
Mama sits silently, regarding him casually as she stubs out her cigarette. She stands, retreating to the bedroom for a few moments before reemerging with a condom. She drops it on the carpet before him, crossing her arms across her chest. “Tell me what you want.”
Furrowing his brow, Richmond looks from Mama to Vince and back again. “I--I... What?”
“Bugger me if you like.” Vince pipes in. “Only fair, innit’.”
Richmond turns his head and looks pointedly at Vince. “I think you should leave.”
“What? I thought...” Vince crosses his arms and pouts.
“You’ve gotten what you wanted. I think you need to leave.” Richmond repeats a little lower.
“Fine! suit yourself.” Vince huffs as he yanks his skinnies back up. “Would have liked you to bum but whatever.” he mumbles. With that final word, Vince stands on wobbly legs and walks quickly out of the sitting room. The front door slams in seconds to signal his hasty retreat.
“He couldn’t have handled you, anyway.” Mama mumbles, sinking to her knees. She unbuttons her blouse, casting it to the side. It lands on the coffee table as she peels her skirt down and off, throwing it in the opposite direction. Mama lays back, her body on displayed before him. “I’m waiting.” she sighs.
Richmond stands up and removes his trousers and shirt, throwing both items to join Mama’s on the table. He then lowers himself back down, crawling over Mama’s body, kissing her exposed skin as he travels up. Looking into her eyes, he sighs, “Are you sure you want this after...”
“After what?” Mama asks, cocking an eyebrow.
“After what I’ve done.”
“I told you to do what you did, didn’t I?”
“Yes but... we were caught up in the moment. Vince is persuasive.”
“Alright. Either fuck me or don’t. Just tell me which we’re doing ‘cause I’m starting to get tired.”
Mama obviously seems on edge but Richmond is hard and hurting from the prolonged sex play. He reaches back and grasps Mama’s knee, pulling her leg over his waist. He lines up quickly and thrusts inside, moaning at the sensation.
“C’mon,” Mama snarls “Make it hurt and make it quick.”
Lowering his head to Mama’s neck, Richmond bites down hard at the tendon there. He pushes himself roughly inside her, fucking like a jack hammer, making it hurt like she wants.
Mama moans, writhing beneath him as she wedges a hand between them, putting pressure on her clit. “C’mon Richmond” she growls through gritted teeth, her other leg thrown over his waist now, ankles locked.
Richmond thrusts harder, knowing it’s hurting Mama because it’s hurting him as well. He begins biting down Mama’s neck, traveling to her shoulder, blue and purple marks raising almost as soon as his mouth moves away. Tears prick his eyes as he pushes and nips, this isn’t right, he thinks to himself, but unable to stop.
Mama’s body goes lax against the carpet, her expression unreadable. “I’m not gonna come tonight, so do hurry up.” she sighs, staring up at the ceiling.
Whimpering, Richmond removes his mouth from Mama’s skin. With a few more rough thrusts, he’s coming inside her, hips stuttering to a stop as he looks down at Mama’s cold face. “I--I’m sorry.” he pants out. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Mama sighs, gently pushing him off her to stand “I’m cleaning myself up and going to bed. I suggest you do the same.”
Richmond moves to standing as well, looking around the room and feeling utterly lost. He walks to the bathroom and grabs his tooth brush and tooth paste. He prepares and brushes his teeth, all the while his minds I playing back exactly what he had done in front of the women he loves. Richmond spits into the sink with disgust, turning on the taps and rinsing his mouth out over and over, trying to remove Vince’s taste.
Mama appears in the doorway of the bathroom, wearing a snug fitting tank top and a pair of Richmond’s pajama bottoms rolled up at the waist. “You almost done?” she asks softly, her eyes sad.
Shoulders slumped, Richmond nods, reaching out a hand to touch Mama’s arm but thinking better of it and letting the hand drop. He presses himself to the wall and slips past her, trying not to touch, feeling he doesn’t deserve it. Richmond heads for the bed, crawling in quickly and scooting to the middle so as not to disturb Vector, curling into the smallest ball he can muster. He pulls his arms over his face, covering his eyes from everything but the images running through his mind.
Mama slips in beside Richmond, eying the shape of his back bent around itself. He looks like a crumpled ball of paper. She scoots closer, wrapping herself around him, silent and solid at his back.
“I’m sorry.” Richmond whispers.
“You didn’t do anything.” Mama says, her voice flat.
“I feel as though I’ve done something very wrong. I know you said it was alright, but it isn’t. I just... I love you and I feel I’ve hurt us.”
“Richmond, let’s just go to sleep.” Mama sighs, tucking her face into the crook of his neck.
Turning to face Mama, Richmond curls his body around her, situating her face back against his neck. He holds tightly to her, as though if he were to let go she’d fly away. “I love you.” he whispers as his fingers cling ever tighter to Mama’s back and neck.
Mama doesn’t answer--her over exhausted mind and body already done for the night.
Richmond’s mind, wanting to finally shut down, proceeds to do so. Despite his want to think on this evening his brain will have none of it. With a soft sigh, Richmond lets go and succumbs to fitful slumber.