Force (Or How Kris and Adam Ended Up Spending Their Free Day)
Title: Force (Or How Kris and Adam Ended Up Spending Their Free Day)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Drabble, now with sex!
Warnings: teasing, rutting, boys rubbing all over each other, toppy!Kris, manhandling (Kris doesn't lift heavy crap all day for nothing!)
Notes: My gift for everyone who had to wait forever for me to get a dang chapter out. :/ I swear I wasn't being lazy, life was just being stupid. Hopefully with a long break from work I can get some the next part out in... a lot more reasonable time.
Part of You're Guaranteed to Run This Town (Punk!Kris AU)
Kris smirked down at Adam, shifting his hips until Adam could feel the hot, hard line through his boxers. He licked his lips at the darker spot there, lifting his hand to trace his thumb over the damp spot, watching and feeling Kris shudder around him.
“Fucker...” Kris muttered, before he dove in, licking and sucking at Adam's throat, ripping moans out of him when one of his big, warm hands reached down to cup him through his own boxers. His hips twitched up as Kris curled his long fingers in and around. He dropped his head back against the cushions and panted as Kris stroked his hand up, and then down, grinding the heel of his palm against the sensitive skin under the head.
“Oh god, baby, stop.” He moaned after that continued for several moments. He was already riding the edge. “I'm gonna come...”
Kris grinned impishly then pulled his hand away, stroking it up Adam's stomach as he moved his mouth to a nipple. Adam groaned, curling his fingers into Kris' hips and smiling to himself when he felt Kris rock into him, choking back his own small sound.
Adam looked up when Kris pulled back suddenly, then gasped. Kris was staring down at him, pupils blown wide and mouth swollen, dropped open as he panted. The younger man let out a small growl, before he twisted them around, until Adam was pressed into the couch long ways, and Kris was scrambling back over his legs, grabbing his boxers and practically ripping them off and away.
He quickly stripped out of his own and crawled back on to straddling Adam's hips. He dropped down, panting breaths bathing Adam's throat and collarbone with heat as he rolled his hips forward. Sparks of pleasure zinged up his spine and he arched up, following them. Kris' fingers dug into the cushions around his head, then he rocked back, thrusting forward again with a quick snap of his hips.
Kris' thrusts came steady, growing harder and harder with each one, until they were both rocking forward and back against the cushions, the material heating more and more against his back. Half-lidded pupil-blown brown eyes looked up at him, before soft, pink-red lips curled and Kris surged forward, pressing their mouths together hard. The kiss was rough, like the thrusts that were slowly losing their rhythm as they both got closer and closer to the edge.
With a moan that Kris hungrily swallowed down, Adam spilled between them, slicking the way for Kris who followed only a few quick snaps of his hips later.
They both heaved out breaths when Kris collapsed on top of him, their cum sticking tacky between them. “Fuck.” Kris blurted.
“Mmng.” Adam agreed, curling an arm around Kris' waist as they came down.
Eventually Kris shifted, face scrunching up from the mess between them. Then he grinned and looked up to Adam. “Race you to the shower?”
Adam arched a brow, then scooped Kris up in both arms, ignoring his cries as he ran them both upstairs. Where he pressed kisses where ever he could under the shower spray while they washed each other up, giggling between presses of lips.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Drabble, now with sex!
Warnings: teasing, rutting, boys rubbing all over each other, toppy!Kris, manhandling (Kris doesn't lift heavy crap all day for nothing!)
Notes: My gift for everyone who had to wait forever for me to get a dang chapter out. :/ I swear I wasn't being lazy, life was just being stupid. Hopefully with a long break from work I can get some the next part out in... a lot more reasonable time.
Part of You're Guaranteed to Run This Town (Punk!Kris AU)
Kris smirked down at Adam, shifting his hips until Adam could feel the hot, hard line through his boxers. He licked his lips at the darker spot there, lifting his hand to trace his thumb over the damp spot, watching and feeling Kris shudder around him.
“Fucker...” Kris muttered, before he dove in, licking and sucking at Adam's throat, ripping moans out of him when one of his big, warm hands reached down to cup him through his own boxers. His hips twitched up as Kris curled his long fingers in and around. He dropped his head back against the cushions and panted as Kris stroked his hand up, and then down, grinding the heel of his palm against the sensitive skin under the head.
“Oh god, baby, stop.” He moaned after that continued for several moments. He was already riding the edge. “I'm gonna come...”
Kris grinned impishly then pulled his hand away, stroking it up Adam's stomach as he moved his mouth to a nipple. Adam groaned, curling his fingers into Kris' hips and smiling to himself when he felt Kris rock into him, choking back his own small sound.
Adam looked up when Kris pulled back suddenly, then gasped. Kris was staring down at him, pupils blown wide and mouth swollen, dropped open as he panted. The younger man let out a small growl, before he twisted them around, until Adam was pressed into the couch long ways, and Kris was scrambling back over his legs, grabbing his boxers and practically ripping them off and away.
He quickly stripped out of his own and crawled back on to straddling Adam's hips. He dropped down, panting breaths bathing Adam's throat and collarbone with heat as he rolled his hips forward. Sparks of pleasure zinged up his spine and he arched up, following them. Kris' fingers dug into the cushions around his head, then he rocked back, thrusting forward again with a quick snap of his hips.
Kris' thrusts came steady, growing harder and harder with each one, until they were both rocking forward and back against the cushions, the material heating more and more against his back. Half-lidded pupil-blown brown eyes looked up at him, before soft, pink-red lips curled and Kris surged forward, pressing their mouths together hard. The kiss was rough, like the thrusts that were slowly losing their rhythm as they both got closer and closer to the edge.
With a moan that Kris hungrily swallowed down, Adam spilled between them, slicking the way for Kris who followed only a few quick snaps of his hips later.
They both heaved out breaths when Kris collapsed on top of him, their cum sticking tacky between them. “Fuck.” Kris blurted.
“Mmng.” Adam agreed, curling an arm around Kris' waist as they came down.
Eventually Kris shifted, face scrunching up from the mess between them. Then he grinned and looked up to Adam. “Race you to the shower?”
Adam arched a brow, then scooped Kris up in both arms, ignoring his cries as he ran them both upstairs. Where he pressed kisses where ever he could under the shower spray while they washed each other up, giggling between presses of lips.