Drabble: All Before Me Like A Dream (2/2)
Title: All Before Me Like A Dream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/David
Summary: Neal finally gets what he wanted from David.
Disclaimer: None of this is real. It's all in my head.
Author's Note: Inspired by the following pic and video (http://playingwithcake.livejournal.com/48022.html). Thanks to annie2791 for helping me every step of the way, and for the title!
Refresh your memory and read the first part: http://playingwithcake.livejournal.com/48022.html
There were no words exchanged. Just looks of understanding that it was all going to finally happen, pupils dark with want and need and anticipation. Just hands grabbing fistfuls of hair, pushing their heads closer together, just lips exploring, desperate to find the others mouth. Just bodies pushing against one another, feeling the sweaty heat rising between them both, pieces of clothing sticking to their damp skin.
It was about fucking time.
Their hands were tangled in each others clothes, trying to get them out of the way as fast as they could, belt buckles hitting the floor loudly, piling up with the rest in a corner. Finally they were feeling each other for the first time with no barriers between them. And it felt damn fucking GOOD. Their tongues were tangled in a wet mess, their mouths making little suction noises in between the heavy sighs of abandonment and grunts and growls of repressed lust finally bubbling out of their throats.
I want to taste every last fucking inch of you.
His silvery lips were on David's neck, licking and biting and sucking every last bit of the salty skin, stopping to leave marks along the other's collarbone, his hands pinning David's hips down, not allowing any movements, the sounds of the other's lust filled complaints shooting straight down to his erect cock.
Swallow me, fuck yeah, swallow me whole, please, oh fuck, please.
Neal was on his knees, his ginger hair slightly rubbing against David's belly, creating little goosebumps that he took pleasure in making disappear with warm kisses. His hands were on the other's hips, his fingers creating pressure in just the right places, the metal of his lips making this tall, hunky guy whimper, fucking whimper underneath his mouth.
Let me fuck your mouth, I'm begging you, let me fuck that fucking gorgeous mouth of yours.
Neal was smiling against the other's skin, slowly and deliberately licking David's cock from base to tip, circling the head with his tongue, enjoying the sudden feel of the other's hands in his hair, pushing his head insistently, David forcing himself down Neal's throat, the metal rings leaving cold impressions on the other's hot skin.
I've waited for this for so long. You have no fucking idea.
He sucked David's cock with fervor and abandonment, feeling the other's fingers fisting his hair, pulling and pushing and frantically moving around, quickly losing control. His tattooed hand grabbed his own cock, stroking it roughly a few times, making him growl, causing David to shove his cock deeper in his throat, burying himself as far down as he could, holding himself there while hot liquid went running out, loud curses spilling out from his lips.
Eyes closed, Neal was still swallowing it all down when he felt hands pushing him back, the cold of the floor creating this instant reaction with the warmth of his skin. He felt rather than saw swollen lips quickly sliding down his shaft, sucking him with all the desperation of someone who waited too fucking long to act on their feelings.
Holy shit, I'm coming, I can't believe I'm coming, your mouth, oh your fucking mouth.
It only took one or two minutes and he was spilling himself on David's tongue and lips and chin, his hips rising up to try and meet David's lips once more, riding this feeling for as long as he could, one more time, please oh please just one more time.
He stayed on the ground while David sat propped up against something. He wasn't sure what, nor did he care. They were both panting, sweaty, smiling. Neal finally opened his eyes and met David's. They tried, but they could not help it.
You are a fucking tease, you know that? A motherfucking sexy tease.
They grabbed each other, hugging, kissing, laughing with abandonment and this feeling of something new in their future. They tossed their clothes at each other, stealing kisses and touches and knowing looks.
It was about fucking time.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/David
Summary: Neal finally gets what he wanted from David.
Disclaimer: None of this is real. It's all in my head.
Author's Note: Inspired by the following pic and video (http://playingwithcake.livejournal.com/48022.html). Thanks to annie2791 for helping me every step of the way, and for the title!
Refresh your memory and read the first part: http://playingwithcake.livejournal.com/48022.html
There were no words exchanged. Just looks of understanding that it was all going to finally happen, pupils dark with want and need and anticipation. Just hands grabbing fistfuls of hair, pushing their heads closer together, just lips exploring, desperate to find the others mouth. Just bodies pushing against one another, feeling the sweaty heat rising between them both, pieces of clothing sticking to their damp skin.
It was about fucking time.
Their hands were tangled in each others clothes, trying to get them out of the way as fast as they could, belt buckles hitting the floor loudly, piling up with the rest in a corner. Finally they were feeling each other for the first time with no barriers between them. And it felt damn fucking GOOD. Their tongues were tangled in a wet mess, their mouths making little suction noises in between the heavy sighs of abandonment and grunts and growls of repressed lust finally bubbling out of their throats.
I want to taste every last fucking inch of you.
His silvery lips were on David's neck, licking and biting and sucking every last bit of the salty skin, stopping to leave marks along the other's collarbone, his hands pinning David's hips down, not allowing any movements, the sounds of the other's lust filled complaints shooting straight down to his erect cock.
Swallow me, fuck yeah, swallow me whole, please, oh fuck, please.
Neal was on his knees, his ginger hair slightly rubbing against David's belly, creating little goosebumps that he took pleasure in making disappear with warm kisses. His hands were on the other's hips, his fingers creating pressure in just the right places, the metal of his lips making this tall, hunky guy whimper, fucking whimper underneath his mouth.
Let me fuck your mouth, I'm begging you, let me fuck that fucking gorgeous mouth of yours.
Neal was smiling against the other's skin, slowly and deliberately licking David's cock from base to tip, circling the head with his tongue, enjoying the sudden feel of the other's hands in his hair, pushing his head insistently, David forcing himself down Neal's throat, the metal rings leaving cold impressions on the other's hot skin.
I've waited for this for so long. You have no fucking idea.
He sucked David's cock with fervor and abandonment, feeling the other's fingers fisting his hair, pulling and pushing and frantically moving around, quickly losing control. His tattooed hand grabbed his own cock, stroking it roughly a few times, making him growl, causing David to shove his cock deeper in his throat, burying himself as far down as he could, holding himself there while hot liquid went running out, loud curses spilling out from his lips.
Eyes closed, Neal was still swallowing it all down when he felt hands pushing him back, the cold of the floor creating this instant reaction with the warmth of his skin. He felt rather than saw swollen lips quickly sliding down his shaft, sucking him with all the desperation of someone who waited too fucking long to act on their feelings.
Holy shit, I'm coming, I can't believe I'm coming, your mouth, oh your fucking mouth.
It only took one or two minutes and he was spilling himself on David's tongue and lips and chin, his hips rising up to try and meet David's lips once more, riding this feeling for as long as he could, one more time, please oh please just one more time.
He stayed on the ground while David sat propped up against something. He wasn't sure what, nor did he care. They were both panting, sweaty, smiling. Neal finally opened his eyes and met David's. They tried, but they could not help it.
You are a fucking tease, you know that? A motherfucking sexy tease.
They grabbed each other, hugging, kissing, laughing with abandonment and this feeling of something new in their future. They tossed their clothes at each other, stealing kisses and touches and knowing looks.
It was about fucking time.