Lick, NC-17
Title: Lick
Author: abstract_whisk
Words/Time: 758/thirty minutes
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Body shots
Notes: The continued tales of Yuri and Trent, who came from these stories. Up to mischief as always.
If it had been anyone else, they might have been worried about the sharpness of the teeth so near in proximity to a certain artery. As it was, Trent didn't care. He swallowed a moan as Yuri licked up his collarbone, sweeping salt crystals from the skin in one deft movement. Yuri paused, pursing his lips against the side of Trent's neck and Trent could feel him smile at the jeers of the surrounding crowd.
Someone said something above Trent- not anything he could make out with his eyes closed and blood rushing in his ears. He guessed it was the guy holding the shot, waiting to pour it for Yuri, because at that moment Yuri pulled away, sliding a hand down Trent's shoulder to his bicep in order to balance himself. Trent adjusted his stance, shifting the hand against the wall to stop himself from falling over at the added weight, and was startled by the sudden cold trickle across his abs.
He didn't want to look- didn't want to see the way Yuri was lapping up the alcohol, sucking it from the plane of Trent's torso. It would be too much. He was already hard, showing a bulge in his jeans to the entire collected crowd. Yuri was such a tease. It was probably the revenge for dragging him out to this party anyway.
Fingers skittered across his arm again as Yuri leaned up, a glint in his eye as he bit down on the lime held between his teeth. Trent couldn't help but watch his throat work as he swallowed, the smirk of his lips, knowing as a stray hand brushed across the button of Trent's jeans- not quite a grope, for there wasn't any pressure, but a subtle acknowledgment of Trent's current state.
Taking the lime from his lips, Trent hoped earnestly that smirk was an indication that they would be fucking soon. Like, as soon as they managed to get into private.
(A small part of his mind would have been fine with not even waiting that long. Yuri looked pretty damn fuckable, and Trent was sure he wasn't in any better of a state.)
"Nice," Yuri announced with a smile, his voice soft under the cheers of the crowd. He offered Trent a hand to get him firmly back on both feet again, and leaned in to kiss him, tasting of rum and lime. When Yuri pulled away, Trent felt a little more in his own mind. He noticed the wetness rimming the top of his jeans, drink that had managed to escape Yuri's questing tongue.
"You missed some," Trent whispered, trying to firmly ignore the hungry stares of those around them. "Now my jeans are all wet."
"Mm," Yuri acknowledged, without concern. He turned to the man who had poured the drink, ignoring Trent completely. "He'd like to do some more. I'm sure you can find some takers...?"
"Yuri, I'm not letting all these people lick me!" His boyfriend smiled innocently and shrugged at the drink pourer. He took Trent's hand and swept his shirt from the floor, leading the way to the door. Trent cottoned on. "You just wanted to leave."
"Your jeans are all wet," Yuri said. "I'm sure you want to get out of them."
"It was all a scam," Trent concluded, disappointed. He folded his arms, put upon. "Here I thought you were enjoying yourself." It hurt a little bit that Yuri would go through such lengths just to have an excuse to make them leave. He could have just said something.
Yuri just stopped and gave him that look like he was an idiot.
"I licked you in public and now you think it's a scam because I want to get you out of your clothes in a more private setting?"
Oh. Trent brightened, and Yuri pulled him forward with an eyeroll and a laugh.
"You've gotta have more faith in me, love," he announced. Trent could feel just how much Yuri had enjoyed himself, pressed up tight against him, blocking the doorway. His boyfriend leaned in, licking that same spot on his collarbone and trailing his tongue up. He whispered in Trent's ear. "Gonna take you home and lick you all over. I wouldn't let anyone else do that to you- not even for alcohol."
Trent could do little more than hum in agreement, sneaking kisses to the Yuri's face as he spoke. The hands on his hips tugged him closer, one drifting in to brush once again across his crotch.
"Home?" Yuri asked.
"Home."
Author: abstract_whisk
Words/Time: 758/thirty minutes
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Body shots
Notes: The continued tales of Yuri and Trent, who came from these stories. Up to mischief as always.
If it had been anyone else, they might have been worried about the sharpness of the teeth so near in proximity to a certain artery. As it was, Trent didn't care. He swallowed a moan as Yuri licked up his collarbone, sweeping salt crystals from the skin in one deft movement. Yuri paused, pursing his lips against the side of Trent's neck and Trent could feel him smile at the jeers of the surrounding crowd.
Someone said something above Trent- not anything he could make out with his eyes closed and blood rushing in his ears. He guessed it was the guy holding the shot, waiting to pour it for Yuri, because at that moment Yuri pulled away, sliding a hand down Trent's shoulder to his bicep in order to balance himself. Trent adjusted his stance, shifting the hand against the wall to stop himself from falling over at the added weight, and was startled by the sudden cold trickle across his abs.
He didn't want to look- didn't want to see the way Yuri was lapping up the alcohol, sucking it from the plane of Trent's torso. It would be too much. He was already hard, showing a bulge in his jeans to the entire collected crowd. Yuri was such a tease. It was probably the revenge for dragging him out to this party anyway.
Fingers skittered across his arm again as Yuri leaned up, a glint in his eye as he bit down on the lime held between his teeth. Trent couldn't help but watch his throat work as he swallowed, the smirk of his lips, knowing as a stray hand brushed across the button of Trent's jeans- not quite a grope, for there wasn't any pressure, but a subtle acknowledgment of Trent's current state.
Taking the lime from his lips, Trent hoped earnestly that smirk was an indication that they would be fucking soon. Like, as soon as they managed to get into private.
(A small part of his mind would have been fine with not even waiting that long. Yuri looked pretty damn fuckable, and Trent was sure he wasn't in any better of a state.)
"Nice," Yuri announced with a smile, his voice soft under the cheers of the crowd. He offered Trent a hand to get him firmly back on both feet again, and leaned in to kiss him, tasting of rum and lime. When Yuri pulled away, Trent felt a little more in his own mind. He noticed the wetness rimming the top of his jeans, drink that had managed to escape Yuri's questing tongue.
"You missed some," Trent whispered, trying to firmly ignore the hungry stares of those around them. "Now my jeans are all wet."
"Mm," Yuri acknowledged, without concern. He turned to the man who had poured the drink, ignoring Trent completely. "He'd like to do some more. I'm sure you can find some takers...?"
"Yuri, I'm not letting all these people lick me!" His boyfriend smiled innocently and shrugged at the drink pourer. He took Trent's hand and swept his shirt from the floor, leading the way to the door. Trent cottoned on. "You just wanted to leave."
"Your jeans are all wet," Yuri said. "I'm sure you want to get out of them."
"It was all a scam," Trent concluded, disappointed. He folded his arms, put upon. "Here I thought you were enjoying yourself." It hurt a little bit that Yuri would go through such lengths just to have an excuse to make them leave. He could have just said something.
Yuri just stopped and gave him that look like he was an idiot.
"I licked you in public and now you think it's a scam because I want to get you out of your clothes in a more private setting?"
Oh. Trent brightened, and Yuri pulled him forward with an eyeroll and a laugh.
"You've gotta have more faith in me, love," he announced. Trent could feel just how much Yuri had enjoyed himself, pressed up tight against him, blocking the doorway. His boyfriend leaned in, licking that same spot on his collarbone and trailing his tongue up. He whispered in Trent's ear. "Gonna take you home and lick you all over. I wouldn't let anyone else do that to you- not even for alcohol."
Trent could do little more than hum in agreement, sneaking kisses to the Yuri's face as he spoke. The hands on his hips tugged him closer, one drifting in to brush once again across his crotch.
"Home?" Yuri asked.
"Home."