You get psuedo not-porn with my apologies because I can't actually write porn but I love you enough to try? ALSO I NEED THAT SONG
Uh. NSFW.
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"Chief..."
Dante didn't usually sleep in anything at all, mostly due to the fact that even a half-demon of his caliber couldn't slide back into tight leather pants when his body was still covered in sweat. But hey, who in the right mind got dressed after sex anyway? Even Dante knew that would ruin the mood.
But occasionally he did sleep with his pants on, which could only mean he hadn't gotten laid the night before. And if that was the case, sure, he could strip himself. But the truth was he left them on hoping that he would wake to someone taking them off. And as of late that meant a certain grizzled, monosyllabic spy-type guy.
Lips spread and curled, grinning wide and oh so relaxed, as Dante shifted his hips upward into the hand that was running along the length of his cock. The touch wasn't gentle, the skin against his was calloused, and there wasn't even spit or sweat or precome to make to pull smoother. Just how he liked it.
It went that way, with Snake characteristically silent, and Dante talking enough for both of them. He was very reactive, despite being half asleep. Dante thrusted and moaned, all the while grinning, sometimes laughing and never particularly quiet. So by the time he came, he was fully awake, if not half coherent.
It wasn't until Dante was lying back on the couch he'd fallen asleep on the night previously, breathing deeply while sweat dried on his face and stomach, that Snake finally spoke.
"Dante..."
Dante opened one eye, and managed to look cocky despite being disheveled with his back on a ratty couch and his pants half around his thighs. "Yeah, Chief?"
And Snake had to grin. It should've been an embarrassing situation. Catching someone in this position, moaning your name with their own hands down their pants. But somehow, Snake didn't think Dante was the one that had been 'caught'. "You could've just come up stairs if you wanted to see me."
"Probably," Dante agreed, not moving from his reclined, three-quarters naked position. He brought a finger up to his mouth and licked away the off-white substance, almost appearing thoughtful, "When'd you come in, anyway?"
"When you started screaming," Snake supplied, factual as ever. And since any half-done job was prone to bother him, he kneeled, then bent over the couch and began to help Dante the rest of the way out of his pants. With his mouth.
"I guess I could've got you down here some other way," Dante agreed, and waited until he fully stripped before dragging Snake onto the couch by his dogtags. "But I liked my plan, it was a real blast."
Uh. NSFW.
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"Chief..."
Dante didn't usually sleep in anything at all, mostly due to the fact that even a half-demon of his caliber couldn't slide back into tight leather pants when his body was still covered in sweat. But hey, who in the right mind got dressed after sex anyway? Even Dante knew that would ruin the mood.
But occasionally he did sleep with his pants on, which could only mean he hadn't gotten laid the night before. And if that was the case, sure, he could strip himself. But the truth was he left them on hoping that he would wake to someone taking them off. And as of late that meant a certain grizzled, monosyllabic spy-type guy.
Lips spread and curled, grinning wide and oh so relaxed, as Dante shifted his hips upward into the hand that was running along the length of his cock. The touch wasn't gentle, the skin against his was calloused, and there wasn't even spit or sweat or precome to make to pull smoother. Just how he liked it.
It went that way, with Snake characteristically silent, and Dante talking enough for both of them. He was very reactive, despite being half asleep. Dante thrusted and moaned, all the while grinning, sometimes laughing and never particularly quiet. So by the time he came, he was fully awake, if not half coherent.
It wasn't until Dante was lying back on the couch he'd fallen asleep on the night previously, breathing deeply while sweat dried on his face and stomach, that Snake finally spoke.
"Dante..."
Dante opened one eye, and managed to look cocky despite being disheveled with his back on a ratty couch and his pants half around his thighs. "Yeah, Chief?"
And Snake had to grin. It should've been an embarrassing situation. Catching someone in this position, moaning your name with their own hands down their pants. But somehow, Snake didn't think Dante was the one that had been 'caught'. "You could've just come up stairs if you wanted to see me."
"Probably," Dante agreed, not moving from his reclined, three-quarters naked position. He brought a finger up to his mouth and licked away the off-white substance, almost appearing thoughtful, "When'd you come in, anyway?"
"When you started screaming," Snake supplied, factual as ever. And since any half-done job was prone to bother him, he kneeled, then bent over the couch and began to help Dante the rest of the way out of his pants. With his mouth.
"I guess I could've got you down here some other way," Dante agreed, and waited until he fully stripped before dragging Snake onto the couch by his dogtags. "But I liked my plan, it was a real blast."
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Also UNF, and if I can figure out where I put it last, I'll get you the MP3.
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And yes, what. Like you're surprised.
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