Point System: 8/??
anonymous
April 8 2012, 04:04:45 UTC
It was too much. His senses were already overloaded from the excessive amount of alcohol in his system. The hot soft mouth of the human was exquisite torture. Any more and Shepard wouldn't have a chance to take the anti-histamines. He stepped back before he was pushed over the edge, freeing himself from Shepard's mouth with a pop. His erection glistened with saliva.
"It's too… that's intense," he muttered.
Shepard grinned at him.
"Take your damn pills, Shepard," Garrus demanded, pointing at the packet on the table.
Shepard leaned over and grabbed the indicated slip, popping the pills out. "Garrus Vakarian; not afraid of teeth. Point," he said, and chased them down with another swig of terrible booze.
Garrus stepped back towards the bed on shaky feet. He sat, erection painfully hard and tingling with the cool air meeting the hot saliva. Shepard came over, bottle of booze in one hand, tube of lubricant in the other. He tossed both on the bed next to Garrus as the turian reached up and gripped his hips, lining him up so he stood in front of him.
Shepard ran a hand over Garrus's mandible, then up to his cheekbone and down over his inner face, running a fingertip over the sharp row of teeth exposed by Garrus's slackened jaw.
"I see what you mean," he said, continuing the caress.
"Chicken," Garrus teased, nipping at the fingers on his lips with said teeth.
"Wanna bet?" Shepard replied, looking down at him with a challenging smirk.
Garrus looks up at him with wide eyes, then down at the human's delicate skin and sizable cock. He looked back up into his gaze. Shepard's expression never wavered, and his nostrils flared in arousal.
"You're crazy, Shepard," he drawled. But he acknowledged defeat with another swig of alcohol.
Instead of returning Shepard's oral maneuver, he grasped the lubricant and put some into his palm. He spread it smoothly up the length of Shepard's erection, stroking it with a firm grip. Shepard grinned at him and sighed with pleasure. The unfamiliar ridges and arrangement of Garrus's triadic fingers caused exciting sensations as Garrus stroked him carefully, getting acquainted.
He caressed Shepard's quad… no… he paused, stroking around the rounded protrusions. "Hhnnn," Shepard rumbled appreciatively as Garrus added his other hand to the motion, exploring further down between the human's legs. Pair, he decided, shaking his head at the oddity.
He'd never touched a human this way before, but he knew how he liked to be touched. He hoped that would be translatable.
He wrapped both hands around Shepard's erection and stroked the length of it. He twisted his hands in opposite directions to each other as he tugged. He then ran them the other way, untwisting as he pushed his hands back to Shepard's groin.
Shepard made an appreciative sound, letting a hand rise to stroke the top of Garrus's head. Idle fingers traced the lengths of his fringe as he worked his own hands firmly along Shepard's hardness. Shepard's breathing had grown tight, sucking in and out in short huffs. He rocked his head back, stroking Garrus's fringe in a positively filthy way - though he doubted the human knew that.
"Enough," Shepard murmurs, stepping to the side and sitting down next to Garrus on the bed. He presses himself close, thighs touching, bare chest against his sinewy arm. He nuzzles his face in the crook of Garrus's neck, running a hand over his chest, down his broad shoulder. Garrus strokes his waist, nuzzling his neck in return, nipping gently at his ear.
Shepard sighs in pleasure and reaches past him for the tube of lubricant. More is squeezed onto his palms and he reaches down to coat Garrus's length. He presses wet little kisses on the turian's throat as he strokes his hand over him.
The trilling growl he gets in reply goes straight to his groin.
Point System: 9/9
anonymous
April 8 2012, 04:14:12 UTC
"Time to make good on your boast, Vakarian," he teases, pushing himself back with a jab of fingers at the turian's hard chest. He crawls further up the bed, and then kneels, his back to the turian. Leaning forward on one hand, he spreads his knees. He takes the lube and places some on his hand, then reaches back and spreads it in the cleft of his backside, swirling his fingers over his tight opening until it is slick and glistening.
Garrus is mesmerized. When he looks up, he realizes Shepard is gazing back at him over his shoulder. For the first time that night, he sees the tell-tale reddening of the human's face skin. Shepard looks away, removing his blushing face from sight.
"If you tell me this also isn't something turians do, then I'm afraid that means you definitely lose," Shepard tossed over his shoulder, back tight with anxiety.
"Oh, no," Garrus rumbles, taking his cue only a beat late and sliding up behind Shepard. "This is most definitely something we do," he breathed into his ear, pressing his chest against Shepard's back. His lube-slickened erection slides along the join of Shepard's backside, and he nuzzles the human's neck, breath hot and moist on his skin.
"Good," Shepard manages, pressing back against him.
Garrus slips a hand down between them to stroke and explore the tight skin of Shepard's opening. He slides a finger inside him, slick with lubricant and sweat. He pumps it forward, sinking deeper into him. Shepard groans, his head falling forward, the muscles in his back rippling. Garrus removes his finger but replaces it with the peaked head of his cock, slipping it slowly past the taut ring of muscle.
"Yes," Shepard moans, "Garrus, yes."
Garrus lets a low sound of pleasure reverberate through his chest as he inches forward, sinking himself deeply into Shepard's body.
The first thrusts are slow and gentle, adjusting to each others' bodies. Their voices mingle in low gasps and purring rumbles as they slide together.
Then heat is all they can think about. Garrus digs his fingers into Shepard's hips, pulling him tight against his own. He drags back slowly, then slams himself home. Shepard arches against him, tightening his legs tangled with the turian's. Garrus's strength is enough to keep him propped up on his knees, arched back as the turian lifts his hips into him. The position is unfamiliar to the human, but is wracking his body with overwhelming pleasure. He feels completely opened, heart rocketing in his chest, drunk in a literal as well as figurative sense.
Garrus closes a hand around Shepard's cock, stroking it hard. Shepard cries out wordlessly, reaches back and clutches tightly muscled thighs. The noises reverberating from Garrus' throat are raw and sensual. Shepard is cursing incoherently as the turian's unfamiliar hand moves over his erection at a frenetic pace.
He is shaking, gasping for breath as he comes, spilling himself into Garrus' hand and over his thighs. He does not stop thrusting himself back on Garrus' length as he bows against the turian's chest, head lolling back onto his shoulder. Garrus bites down hard on Shepard's shoulder, hips slamming up in one last thrust before he spasms, clutching Shepard to him as he orgasms, with a cry wild and open throated as only alcohol enables.
They collapse together onto tangled sheets. They don't bother rolling apart - they're both too drunk and exhausted to manage the task of disentangling their limbs at this point.
"Wha… wait," Shepard mumbles.
"Hmm," Garrus simply grumbles, wrapping the arm around his waist even tighter.
"I have to…"
Shepard keeps fumbling with one hand around the bed till it bumps into the bottle of alcohol.
"Point," he says, taking one final sip. "You win."
The last thing he hears before drifting off into oblivion is the resonant sound of Garrus' purring chuckle.
Re: Point System: 9/9
anonymous
April 8 2012, 13:39:02 UTC
Oh my, that was incredible. I was a little hesitant at first, because of them being drunk and all, but hnnnngggg it's unbelievably hot. So hot. Hotter than a million stars.
Re: Point System: 8/??
anonymous
April 11 2012, 02:27:41 UTC
I have learned a new word. It's called vorephillia.
I also have learned that I indeed have a limit and that is it. I mean, I think it's awesome when "vore" happens in horror, but...no, not aroused by it.
"It's too… that's intense," he muttered.
Shepard grinned at him.
"Take your damn pills, Shepard," Garrus demanded, pointing at the packet on the table.
Shepard leaned over and grabbed the indicated slip, popping the pills out.
"Garrus Vakarian; not afraid of teeth. Point," he said, and chased them down with another swig of terrible booze.
Garrus stepped back towards the bed on shaky feet. He sat, erection painfully hard and tingling with the cool air meeting the hot saliva. Shepard came over, bottle of booze in one hand, tube of lubricant in the other. He tossed both on the bed next to Garrus as the turian reached up and gripped his hips, lining him up so he stood in front of him.
Shepard ran a hand over Garrus's mandible, then up to his cheekbone and down over his inner face, running a fingertip over the sharp row of teeth exposed by Garrus's slackened jaw.
"I see what you mean," he said, continuing the caress.
"Chicken," Garrus teased, nipping at the fingers on his lips with said teeth.
"Wanna bet?" Shepard replied, looking down at him with a challenging smirk.
Garrus looks up at him with wide eyes, then down at the human's delicate skin and sizable cock. He looked back up into his gaze. Shepard's expression never wavered, and his nostrils flared in arousal.
"You're crazy, Shepard," he drawled. But he acknowledged defeat with another swig of alcohol.
Instead of returning Shepard's oral maneuver, he grasped the lubricant and put some into his palm. He spread it smoothly up the length of Shepard's erection, stroking it with a firm grip. Shepard grinned at him and sighed with pleasure. The unfamiliar ridges and arrangement of Garrus's triadic fingers caused exciting sensations as Garrus stroked him carefully, getting acquainted.
He caressed Shepard's quad… no… he paused, stroking around the rounded protrusions.
"Hhnnn," Shepard rumbled appreciatively as Garrus added his other hand to the motion, exploring further down between the human's legs.
Pair, he decided, shaking his head at the oddity.
He'd never touched a human this way before, but he knew how he liked to be touched. He hoped that would be translatable.
He wrapped both hands around Shepard's erection and stroked the length of it. He twisted his hands in opposite directions to each other as he tugged. He then ran them the other way, untwisting as he pushed his hands back to Shepard's groin.
Shepard made an appreciative sound, letting a hand rise to stroke the top of Garrus's head. Idle fingers traced the lengths of his fringe as he worked his own hands firmly along Shepard's hardness. Shepard's breathing had grown tight, sucking in and out in short huffs. He rocked his head back, stroking Garrus's fringe in a positively filthy way - though he doubted the human knew that.
"Enough," Shepard murmurs, stepping to the side and sitting down next to Garrus on the bed. He presses himself close, thighs touching, bare chest against his sinewy arm. He nuzzles his face in the crook of Garrus's neck, running a hand over his chest, down his broad shoulder. Garrus strokes his waist, nuzzling his neck in return, nipping gently at his ear.
Shepard sighs in pleasure and reaches past him for the tube of lubricant. More is squeezed onto his palms and he reaches down to coat Garrus's length. He presses wet little kisses on the turian's throat as he strokes his hand over him.
The trilling growl he gets in reply goes straight to his groin.
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He crawls further up the bed, and then kneels, his back to the turian. Leaning forward on one hand, he spreads his knees. He takes the lube and places some on his hand, then reaches back and spreads it in the cleft of his backside, swirling his fingers over his tight opening until it is slick and glistening.
Garrus is mesmerized. When he looks up, he realizes Shepard is gazing back at him over his shoulder. For the first time that night, he sees the tell-tale reddening of the human's face skin. Shepard looks away, removing his blushing face from sight.
"If you tell me this also isn't something turians do, then I'm afraid that means you definitely lose," Shepard tossed over his shoulder, back tight with anxiety.
"Oh, no," Garrus rumbles, taking his cue only a beat late and sliding up behind Shepard.
"This is most definitely something we do," he breathed into his ear, pressing his chest against Shepard's back.
His lube-slickened erection slides along the join of Shepard's backside, and he nuzzles the human's neck, breath hot and moist on his skin.
"Good," Shepard manages, pressing back against him.
Garrus slips a hand down between them to stroke and explore the tight skin of Shepard's opening. He slides a finger inside him, slick with lubricant and sweat. He pumps it forward, sinking deeper into him. Shepard groans, his head falling forward, the muscles in his back rippling.
Garrus removes his finger but replaces it with the peaked head of his cock, slipping it slowly past the taut ring of muscle.
"Yes," Shepard moans, "Garrus, yes."
Garrus lets a low sound of pleasure reverberate through his chest as he inches forward, sinking himself deeply into Shepard's body.
The first thrusts are slow and gentle, adjusting to each others' bodies. Their voices mingle in low gasps and purring rumbles as they slide together.
Then heat is all they can think about. Garrus digs his fingers into Shepard's hips, pulling him tight against his own. He drags back slowly, then slams himself home. Shepard arches against him, tightening his legs tangled with the turian's. Garrus's strength is enough to keep him propped up on his knees, arched back as the turian lifts his hips into him. The position is unfamiliar to the human, but is wracking his body with overwhelming pleasure. He feels completely opened, heart rocketing in his chest, drunk in a literal as well as figurative sense.
Garrus closes a hand around Shepard's cock, stroking it hard. Shepard cries out wordlessly, reaches back and clutches tightly muscled thighs. The noises reverberating from Garrus' throat are raw and sensual. Shepard is cursing incoherently as the turian's unfamiliar hand moves over his erection at a frenetic pace.
He is shaking, gasping for breath as he comes, spilling himself into Garrus' hand and over his thighs. He does not stop thrusting himself back on Garrus' length as he bows against the turian's chest, head lolling back onto his shoulder.
Garrus bites down hard on Shepard's shoulder, hips slamming up in one last thrust before he spasms, clutching Shepard to him as he orgasms, with a cry wild and open throated as only alcohol enables.
They collapse together onto tangled sheets. They don't bother rolling apart - they're both too drunk and exhausted to manage the task of disentangling their limbs at this point.
"Wha… wait," Shepard mumbles.
"Hmm," Garrus simply grumbles, wrapping the arm around his waist even tighter.
"I have to…"
Shepard keeps fumbling with one hand around the bed till it bumps into the bottle of alcohol.
"Point," he says, taking one final sip. "You win."
The last thing he hears before drifting off into oblivion is the resonant sound of Garrus' purring chuckle.
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I also have learned that I indeed have a limit and that is it. I mean, I think it's awesome when "vore" happens in horror, but...no, not aroused by it.
Huh. I have a limit.
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it happens to the best of us ;)
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