Smut
It's very sudden.
One moment Dan's on the couch and Rorschach is across from him on the recliner, then bam! Rorschach's on top of him, one rock hard arm holding down his hips.
"Gah! Rorschach what the fuck!"
"Talking too much Daniel. Quiet now."
The smaller man's free hand is unbuckling his belt with a quick flick of a thumb, and then deftly undoing Dan's pants one-handed. With a sick feeling clenching his gut, Dan wonders how many times the other man has done this.
"No! Stop! What are you doing?"
"Repayment." Is Rorschach's mild reply, and as Dan's shirt is ruched up , his breath ghosts over his exposed stomach. Dan's underwear is being shoved down as well, one thumb in the hollow between his leg and his sex idly caressing under the tugged down corner.
Daniel swears. "Fuck! Stop! What on earth do you need to repay me for?"
"If do not know, quiet. Accept. Difficult as is." Rorschach's voice is in an even lower register than usual, one masked cheekbone slides along Daniel's sex and the front of his underwear. Rorschach pulls Daniel's belt out from under its belt loops, then uses it to knock the lamp down, belt buckle hitting the base hard enough to shatter as the whole mess falls on the floor.
Nite Owl, ironically perhaps, could not see that well in the dark. His eyes don’t adjust quickly enough in the light to get free; what he does get is Rorschach's elbow hard in the soft flesh between hip and genitalia as he flails. He is panting, scared out of his mind and vaguely aroused. Something is rubbing his wrists, and belatedly through the shock he realizes it was Rorschach using his own belt to draw his arms back, tying his wrists together, long sleeved shirt preventing chafe from the rough leather as it binds him.
There is a gentle rustling, and an increased smell of musk, sweat and grime reaching Daniel's nose. The scent distracts him while his hands are held just above his head, elbows bent, one hand holding them there by the belt. Dazed, he belatedly realizes it was the sound of Rorschach's mask coming off, as he feels bare lips and cheek, all angles and raw edges rasping on his ribs, his hips.
A tongue is tracing each indentation of rib bared, and he can’t connect the thought to his partner. He shudders. "Rorschach," he whispers. The tongue tracing him stops its exploration of his hip bone.
"Daniel. Will not struggle?"
"I want to see your face."
A short growl is what Dan got in response. "No. Take what is given. Better this way." Lips are ghosting over his burgeoning erection through the fabric of his slightly sticky underwear. The hand holding his hands down is pressing firmly, mercilessly, gloved. Daniel squirms, shivers. He wonders if Rorschach is going to remove anything else.
Abruptly, he feels something cold, thin, and a few inches long on his skin. "Ack! What? What are you doing!"
"Need you to know I have it. Letter opener, Daniel. On coffee table. Am going to cut clothes off now. Punishment for not behaving. Will repair clothes later. Stay still or get hurt." Rorschach's voice is nearly disinterested, but there is more than a hint of warning in it.
Incredibly aroused, Daniel hardens to almost painful levels and could not help squirming a small amount as his partner makes two quick strokes down his legs, severing the stitches holding his pants and underwear seams together. Dan shivers all over and starts to pant. Where Dan squirmed, small amounts of blood are trickling. Rorschach licks it off leisurely, muttering. "Warned you. Careless."
There is the scrape of stubble and the rush of cool air as the front of his clothing is yanked down past his thighs, a hand grazing his arousal on the way down. The hand is still pinning his hands down, and he is now in urgent need of release. Rorschach is partially straddling his thigh, and he could feel the branding of the other man's sex on his body like an iron hot from the fire.
"Rorschach!" he gasps as the smaller vigilante takes his length most of the way into his mouth, small rumblings pretty close to humming making him buck and see stars behind his eyes.
"Rorschach I need this so bad... please don't stop." The wonderful wet and friction is slowly, painstakingly sliding off of his cock.
"No fighting, Daniel?"
"No. No fighting."
Rorschach hurms, a small pleased sound, and then his arm is pinning down Dan's hip while his hand on that side splayed on his hip. Rorschach resumes his work, curly hair nearly black in the pre-dawn moonlight, his mouth gentle while his left hand came up to grip Dan's prick, stroking in a grueling rhythm. The leather is hot, worn soft and flexible. Rorschach's lips are thin, not lush, and his chin bumps into Daniel's pubic mound and the hair there from time to time. The slow rub of the other man's arousal on his leg was driving him crazy.
Nite Owl wonders at how Rorschach knows exactly the way he likes it. Is this something Rorschach does in his spare time? Sucking people off? Or is it something more sinister, like he’d been watching times Daniel had been touching himself after patrol, after getting under the comforters in the early morning? He guesses he'll never know.
"Thinking too much, Daniel. Stop," Rorschach growls, and it sends chills up and down his spine. Fingers dig into his hip and teeth graze, toying with his foreskin. Dan whimpers, high pitched and needy. It doesn’t take much more for him to come, hips bucking wildly; nearly throwing Rorschach off of him as the other man sucks his cock greedily, getting every drop while his fingers draw more blood, raking his thighs and hips.
A sweaty glove brushes the hair away from his perspiring forehead, and Daniel closes his eyes and sighs. The hand comes up over across his eyes, a makeshift blindfold. Rorschach moves up his body, and slowly drips the semen in his mouth into Daniel's mouth with his tongue. Small droplets of the fluid mixed with saliva keep coming as Rorschach's tongue gently brushes back and forth across his lips and tongue. They seal mouths in a fit of passion and feed it back and forth to each-other for a short while until the emission is gone. Dan is half-hard again, and incredibly tired.
Dawn is breaking; Rorschach turns his back on Daniel and quickly pulls his mask back on. His head is shunting to the side as he gingerly undoes the makeshift bonds of Daniel's hands.
Daniel rubs at his wrists and stretches before bringing them back down to his sides. "Whatever I did, I should do it more often," he smiles at Rorschach.
"No. Too much already." Rorschach is indulgently pushing a hand down gently on his own crotch.
"Oh," Dan mutters, looking down shyly "You know, if you'd like help... I think we could work something out sometime."
However the other man is already gone. The last sight he sees before closing his eyes is a flap of brown coat disappearing before his front door shuts.
One moment Dan's on the couch and Rorschach is across from him on the recliner, then bam! Rorschach's on top of him, one rock hard arm holding down his hips.
"Gah! Rorschach what the fuck!"
"Talking too much Daniel. Quiet now."
The smaller man's free hand is unbuckling his belt with a quick flick of a thumb, and then deftly undoing Dan's pants one-handed. With a sick feeling clenching his gut, Dan wonders how many times the other man has done this.
"No! Stop! What are you doing?"
"Repayment." Is Rorschach's mild reply, and as Dan's shirt is ruched up , his breath ghosts over his exposed stomach. Dan's underwear is being shoved down as well, one thumb in the hollow between his leg and his sex idly caressing under the tugged down corner.
Daniel swears. "Fuck! Stop! What on earth do you need to repay me for?"
"If do not know, quiet. Accept. Difficult as is." Rorschach's voice is in an even lower register than usual, one masked cheekbone slides along Daniel's sex and the front of his underwear. Rorschach pulls Daniel's belt out from under its belt loops, then uses it to knock the lamp down, belt buckle hitting the base hard enough to shatter as the whole mess falls on the floor.
Nite Owl, ironically perhaps, could not see that well in the dark. His eyes don’t adjust quickly enough in the light to get free; what he does get is Rorschach's elbow hard in the soft flesh between hip and genitalia as he flails. He is panting, scared out of his mind and vaguely aroused. Something is rubbing his wrists, and belatedly through the shock he realizes it was Rorschach using his own belt to draw his arms back, tying his wrists together, long sleeved shirt preventing chafe from the rough leather as it binds him.
There is a gentle rustling, and an increased smell of musk, sweat and grime reaching Daniel's nose. The scent distracts him while his hands are held just above his head, elbows bent, one hand holding them there by the belt. Dazed, he belatedly realizes it was the sound of Rorschach's mask coming off, as he feels bare lips and cheek, all angles and raw edges rasping on his ribs, his hips.
A tongue is tracing each indentation of rib bared, and he can’t connect the thought to his partner. He shudders. "Rorschach," he whispers. The tongue tracing him stops its exploration of his hip bone.
"Daniel. Will not struggle?"
"I want to see your face."
A short growl is what Dan got in response. "No. Take what is given. Better this way." Lips are ghosting over his burgeoning erection through the fabric of his slightly sticky underwear. The hand holding his hands down is pressing firmly, mercilessly, gloved. Daniel squirms, shivers. He wonders if Rorschach is going to remove anything else.
Abruptly, he feels something cold, thin, and a few inches long on his skin. "Ack! What? What are you doing!"
"Need you to know I have it. Letter opener, Daniel. On coffee table. Am going to cut clothes off now. Punishment for not behaving. Will repair clothes later. Stay still or get hurt." Rorschach's voice is nearly disinterested, but there is more than a hint of warning in it.
Incredibly aroused, Daniel hardens to almost painful levels and could not help squirming a small amount as his partner makes two quick strokes down his legs, severing the stitches holding his pants and underwear seams together. Dan shivers all over and starts to pant. Where Dan squirmed, small amounts of blood are trickling. Rorschach licks it off leisurely, muttering. "Warned you. Careless."
There is the scrape of stubble and the rush of cool air as the front of his clothing is yanked down past his thighs, a hand grazing his arousal on the way down. The hand is still pinning his hands down, and he is now in urgent need of release. Rorschach is partially straddling his thigh, and he could feel the branding of the other man's sex on his body like an iron hot from the fire.
"Rorschach!" he gasps as the smaller vigilante takes his length most of the way into his mouth, small rumblings pretty close to humming making him buck and see stars behind his eyes.
"Rorschach I need this so bad... please don't stop." The wonderful wet and friction is slowly, painstakingly sliding off of his cock.
"No fighting, Daniel?"
"No. No fighting."
Rorschach hurms, a small pleased sound, and then his arm is pinning down Dan's hip while his hand on that side splayed on his hip. Rorschach resumes his work, curly hair nearly black in the pre-dawn moonlight, his mouth gentle while his left hand came up to grip Dan's prick, stroking in a grueling rhythm. The leather is hot, worn soft and flexible. Rorschach's lips are thin, not lush, and his chin bumps into Daniel's pubic mound and the hair there from time to time. The slow rub of the other man's arousal on his leg was driving him crazy.
Nite Owl wonders at how Rorschach knows exactly the way he likes it. Is this something Rorschach does in his spare time? Sucking people off? Or is it something more sinister, like he’d been watching times Daniel had been touching himself after patrol, after getting under the comforters in the early morning? He guesses he'll never know.
"Thinking too much, Daniel. Stop," Rorschach growls, and it sends chills up and down his spine. Fingers dig into his hip and teeth graze, toying with his foreskin. Dan whimpers, high pitched and needy. It doesn’t take much more for him to come, hips bucking wildly; nearly throwing Rorschach off of him as the other man sucks his cock greedily, getting every drop while his fingers draw more blood, raking his thighs and hips.
A sweaty glove brushes the hair away from his perspiring forehead, and Daniel closes his eyes and sighs. The hand comes up over across his eyes, a makeshift blindfold. Rorschach moves up his body, and slowly drips the semen in his mouth into Daniel's mouth with his tongue. Small droplets of the fluid mixed with saliva keep coming as Rorschach's tongue gently brushes back and forth across his lips and tongue. They seal mouths in a fit of passion and feed it back and forth to each-other for a short while until the emission is gone. Dan is half-hard again, and incredibly tired.
Dawn is breaking; Rorschach turns his back on Daniel and quickly pulls his mask back on. His head is shunting to the side as he gingerly undoes the makeshift bonds of Daniel's hands.
Daniel rubs at his wrists and stretches before bringing them back down to his sides. "Whatever I did, I should do it more often," he smiles at Rorschach.
"No. Too much already." Rorschach is indulgently pushing a hand down gently on his own crotch.
"Oh," Dan mutters, looking down shyly "You know, if you'd like help... I think we could work something out sometime."
However the other man is already gone. The last sight he sees before closing his eyes is a flap of brown coat disappearing before his front door shuts.