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.
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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