Happy ~Misfire~ Fun Time - "I Don't Whine"
anonymous
July 22 2012, 10:03:51 UTC
just assume the name 'aleena' is being used, okay, this is solely for recognition's sake o/'
"What the hell do you think you're doing back there?" Wrex barked back at her, blunted teeth bared, clawed hands digging hard into the burn-scarred, metallic floor beneath him.
"What you were dying for, you idiot," Aria snapped, breathless, hands gripping the krogan's hips as her own thrust forward, embedding the thick column of energy she'd teased to life with her biotics. That impact would leave a bruise, she knew-- but the dumb bastard wasn't giving her a break. Every time she escalated her pace, every fucking time-- "Wh-- what the hell is wrong with you?" she panted. "You whine like a bitch with a skinned knee when I don't fuck you hard enough make you prolapse--"
"I don't whine," he snarled, his anger hardly obscuring the wear and tear of the fight, saying nothing of... this, "and I could easily ask you the same damn th--"
"Shut. Up."
A wrecked salarian station, a bounty on her head that was worth five times as much as the equipment they'd destroyed, and this was the thanks she got for sparing the dickhead's life-- the thanks for giving him what he wanted? Fucks sake, this krogan was insufferable. Between the exhaustion of using her biotics so steadily after a grueling fight, and the sheer amount of physical exertion she was putting into plowing his ass like she was trying to break him in half, she was ready to call the whole thing a bust if he kept complaining.
"Seriously, do you want me to do this, or don't you?"
"Maybe if you tried a little harder, it's be obvious you were doing something in the first place." He grunted, claws scraping across the floor to produce a headache-inducing shriek, catching his breath to snap out a sharp, "Should've never-- trusted an asari to do this right."
"Really," Aria said, letting her lips pull back to show her teeth in a positively feral smile. "If I wasn't doing it right, what was with that little stutter?"
"Nothing," he insisted. "It's n-- it's nothing--"
"Oh... I'm pretty sure that was something," Aria said, lending her already hoarse voice a note of intensity, nails digging hard into his thick hide, her hips slamming hard enough against his to make him jerk forward, grunting, snapping and panting like the varrens his species was so fond of keeping. "Enough to make a big, strapping warrior like you," she drawled into his concave ear; derisive; goading; short, ragged breaths hissing through clenched teeth, "start tripping over his words like some babbling, inbred pouchling."
"G-- go to hell," Wrex growled, working his jaw so hard she could almost hear his teeth scraping together.
"Right," Aria hissed, picking up her pace in spite of her fatigue. "Just keep it up, smartass-- see how much you whine when you realize you lost your shot at a reach around."
"What the hell do you think you're doing back there?" Wrex barked back at her, blunted teeth bared, clawed hands digging hard into the burn-scarred, metallic floor beneath him.
"What you were dying for, you idiot," Aria snapped, breathless, hands gripping the krogan's hips as her own thrust forward, embedding the thick column of energy she'd teased to life with her biotics. That impact would leave a bruise, she knew-- but the dumb bastard wasn't giving her a break. Every time she escalated her pace, every fucking time-- "Wh-- what the hell is wrong with you?" she panted. "You whine like a bitch with a skinned knee when I don't fuck you hard enough make you prolapse--"
"I don't whine," he snarled, his anger hardly obscuring the wear and tear of the fight, saying nothing of... this, "and I could easily ask you the same damn th--"
"Shut. Up."
A wrecked salarian station, a bounty on her head that was worth five times as much as the equipment they'd destroyed, and this was the thanks she got for sparing the dickhead's life-- the thanks for giving him what he wanted? Fucks sake, this krogan was insufferable. Between the exhaustion of using her biotics so steadily after a grueling fight, and the sheer amount of physical exertion she was putting into plowing his ass like she was trying to break him in half, she was ready to call the whole thing a bust if he kept complaining.
"Seriously, do you want me to do this, or don't you?"
"Maybe if you tried a little harder, it's be obvious you were doing something in the first place." He grunted, claws scraping across the floor to produce a headache-inducing shriek, catching his breath to snap out a sharp, "Should've never-- trusted an asari to do this right."
"Really," Aria said, letting her lips pull back to show her teeth in a positively feral smile. "If I wasn't doing it right, what was with that little stutter?"
"Nothing," he insisted. "It's n-- it's nothing--"
"Oh... I'm pretty sure that was something," Aria said, lending her already hoarse voice a note of intensity, nails digging hard into his thick hide, her hips slamming hard enough against his to make him jerk forward, grunting, snapping and panting like the varrens his species was so fond of keeping. "Enough to make a big, strapping warrior like you," she drawled into his concave ear; derisive; goading; short, ragged breaths hissing through clenched teeth, "start tripping over his words like some babbling, inbred pouchling."
"G-- go to hell," Wrex growled, working his jaw so hard she could almost hear his teeth scraping together.
"Right," Aria hissed, picking up her pace in spite of her fatigue. "Just keep it up, smartass-- see how much you whine when you realize you lost your shot at a reach around."
TO BE CONTINUED? you decide.
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And it was glorious. Please. More. Yes.
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Wrex and pegging is a big kink for me
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