Re: What You Need pt 2 - NC-17 - Kotetsu/BarnabynightswhisperMay 15 2011, 03:05:34 UTC
Grunting, impatient, Kotetsu pressed his knee and leg down, forcing the blonde to spread his legs a little as it moved towards the floor. The younger man arched into the friction, the sound escaping him indescribable. Kotetsu lost it. Hands ripped at clothing. Mouths never wandered far. With little warning, Kotetsu twisted the one arm he had in control; he forced the other man onto his stomach. That took some work. The blonde wasn’t going to give it up so easily.
No. He needed someone to knock him down. This wasn’t going to be fun at first. It was going to kill his pride. But it was for his own good. And Kotetsu would be a liar if he said he didn’t take great delight in the thought of finally burying himself into that tight little ass in a way that wipe off that little smirk.
It was dirty, quick, and slightly uncomfortable for both with little but their own fluids to help slick up the process. The older hero found himself paused and panting after his initial thrust, a string of curses spewing out of both. Finally the blonde forced back threatening the older man of horrible consequences should he not move. Digging his short nails into pale thighs Kotetsu pressed on.
His forehead leaned forward into arching shoulders, his teeth finding the blade as they danced out of rhythm. Kotetsu found the leaking cock between the other man’s legs for the first time since this battle had begun. The cry was desperate, something he never expected to hear. And fuck that is just enough to send him spilling into the other man. The snark that he’s met for finishing first makes Kotetsu spew venomous retorts even before his vision refocuses.
He’s out of the blonde, and has the other man back on his back in one swift movement. His mouth replaces his hand. Damn, even the guy’s dick tastes fucking prissy. How the hell he manages that, Kotetsu doesn’t know. It pisses him off. His mission is renewed and he devours the other man hungrily.
It doesn’t take long. Kotetsu swallows, absent-mindedly swiping his mouth clean with his arm. He looks up with a smirk ready to say something only to notice that the tears he had only surmised are now leaking past closed eyes.
Shit. Kotetsu scratches the back of his head with consideration. That was never a good sign.
Guilt eating him he does the first thing he thinks of. He leans down to kiss the side of Barnaby’s neck, nuzzling it slightly. Then he licks the salty trails away. Green eyes snap open as if the realization of everything that had occurred just dawned upon the blonde. Before he can open his mouth, the shards of his shirt are thrown in his face.
Grunting, impatient, Kotetsu pressed his knee and leg down, forcing the blonde to spread his legs a little as it moved towards the floor. The younger man arched into the friction, the sound escaping him indescribable. Kotetsu lost it. Hands ripped at clothing. Mouths never wandered far. With little warning, Kotetsu twisted the one arm he had in control; he forced the other man onto his stomach. That took some work. The blonde wasn’t going to give it up so easily.
No. He needed someone to knock him down. This wasn’t going to be fun at first. It was going to kill his pride. But it was for his own good. And Kotetsu would be a liar if he said he didn’t take great delight in the thought of finally burying himself into that tight little ass in a way that wipe off that little smirk.
It was dirty, quick, and slightly uncomfortable for both with little but their own fluids to help slick up the process. The older hero found himself paused and panting after his initial thrust, a string of curses spewing out of both. Finally the blonde forced back threatening the older man of horrible consequences should he not move. Digging his short nails into pale thighs Kotetsu pressed on.
His forehead leaned forward into arching shoulders, his teeth finding the blade as they danced out of rhythm. Kotetsu found the leaking cock between the other man’s legs for the first time since this battle had begun. The cry was desperate, something he never expected to hear. And fuck that is just enough to send him spilling into the other man. The snark that he’s met for finishing first makes Kotetsu spew venomous retorts even before his vision refocuses.
He’s out of the blonde, and has the other man back on his back in one swift movement. His mouth replaces his hand. Damn, even the guy’s dick tastes fucking prissy. How the hell he manages that, Kotetsu doesn’t know. It pisses him off. His mission is renewed and he devours the other man hungrily.
It doesn’t take long. Kotetsu swallows, absent-mindedly swiping his mouth clean with his arm. He looks up with a smirk ready to say something only to notice that the tears he had only surmised are now leaking past closed eyes.
Shit. Kotetsu scratches the back of his head with consideration. That was never a good sign.
Guilt eating him he does the first thing he thinks of. He leans down to kiss the side of Barnaby’s neck, nuzzling it slightly. Then he licks the salty trails away. Green eyes snap open as if the realization of everything that had occurred just dawned upon the blonde. Before he can open his mouth, the shards of his shirt are thrown in his face.
“Shower, Bunny-chan. Shower.” Kotetsu grumbles nonchalantly.
Barnaby doesn’t do pity talk. He doesn’t do pillow talk. But snark? That he could do.
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