"Your Joy is my Low" - The Losers - Roque/Clay - R - Urgency for sexsuper_seme04October 19 2011, 18:20:31 UTC
(XD As usual, Roque is angry and this is movie!verse.)
It's not that he hates Clay.
He just hates how much he cares about him.
It's a sad, crippling, pathetic creature that needs to be taken out back then put out of its misery, but Roque keeps on sneaking out to feed it scraps.
Clay raises an eyebrow at the bruising grip that Roque has on his arm, but doesn't say anything until they're in his room and the door is locked.
"Well, you have my attention," he says with an amused expression.
Roque ignores him and the first thing that he takes off is his knives.
All five of them.
He uses each second it takes to calm himself, but it's not enough.
Nothing is enough anymore.
He takes off his shoes then suddenly hurls them at the wall and Clay seems confused by the outburst then grunts in surprise as he's shoved down onto the bed.
"Oh, you could have just said-"
Roque straddles him and presses against Clay's ribs in warning then grinds against him until he gets the friction that he wants.
It's not that he hates Clay.
He just hates himself more.
Clay tries to flip them over like the dumb, selfish bastard that his is, but Roque just rides out the movement with his hips then makes an angry, desperate sound.
Their hands fumble as they try to take their pants off at the same time, but they manage.
Clay scrambles for the lube, but Roque grabs his hand then squeezes.
"Did you already...?"
When Roque nods stiffly, Clay moans.
"I get to watch. Next time, I get to watch because you never let me watch," he snarls.
Instead of arguing, Roque just puts two fingers in Clay's mouth then sinks back on his cock with a low, satisfied sound.
With his fingers still in Clay's mouth, he uses his other hand to brace himself then he fucks himself on Clay's cock until he's panting and biting his lip.
Clay's whine is muffled, but his fingers dig into Roque's hips hard enough to make him hiss.
It's not that he hates Clay.
He just hates how much he cares about him.
It's a sad, crippling, pathetic creature that needs to be taken out back then put out of its misery, but Roque keeps on sneaking out to feed it scraps.
Clay raises an eyebrow at the bruising grip that Roque has on his arm, but doesn't say anything until they're in his room and the door is locked.
"Well, you have my attention," he says with an amused expression.
Roque ignores him and the first thing that he takes off is his knives.
All five of them.
He uses each second it takes to calm himself, but it's not enough.
Nothing is enough anymore.
He takes off his shoes then suddenly hurls them at the wall and Clay seems confused by the outburst then grunts in surprise as he's shoved down onto the bed.
"Oh, you could have just said-"
Roque straddles him and presses against Clay's ribs in warning then grinds against him until he gets the friction that he wants.
It's not that he hates Clay.
He just hates himself more.
Clay tries to flip them over like the dumb, selfish bastard that his is, but Roque just rides out the movement with his hips then makes an angry, desperate sound.
Their hands fumble as they try to take their pants off at the same time, but they manage.
Clay scrambles for the lube, but Roque grabs his hand then squeezes.
"Did you already...?"
When Roque nods stiffly, Clay moans.
"I get to watch. Next time, I get to watch because you never let me watch," he snarls.
Instead of arguing, Roque just puts two fingers in Clay's mouth then sinks back on his cock with a low, satisfied sound.
With his fingers still in Clay's mouth, he uses his other hand to brace himself then he fucks himself on Clay's cock until he's panting and biting his lip.
Clay's whine is muffled, but his fingers dig into Roque's hips hard enough to make him hiss.
This is what he wanted, this is what he needs.
Silence and sensation and grudgingly, Clay.
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