Bites [Vassalord, Rayflo/Charley, PG-13]
Title: Bites
Author: sparkism
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: minor swearing, blood
Word Count: 611
Summary: Charley just wants to read his book in peace, but Rayflo has other ideas.
Prompt: Nov 3 - Vassalord, Charles/Rayflo: sensitive places
“Damn, Cherry, for someone who’s so embarrassed all the time, you sure have no qualms about biting hard,” Rayflo grumbled, rubbing a sore spot on his arm.
Charley didn’t look up from his book. “Don’t call me Cherry,” he responded tonelessly, mainly out of habit. It was clear by now that Rayflo was never, ever going to stop doing so.
Rayflo let out an exaggerated sigh, sitting down heavily on the couch beside Charley, rustling the pages of the large volume of text in Charley’s lap. He rested his chin on the blond’s shoulder, peering down at the book he was reading.
“Have you nothing better to do?” Charley asked, pursing his lips, but Rayflo just grinned at him.
“I’m totally drained,” he complained, smirking. “You only have yourself to blame.”
“You have an entire house to lounge about in,” Charley replied, completely unsympathetic. “Go whine elsewhere.”
“Don’t feel like it.” Still grinning, Rayflo shifted over on the couch so he was nearly on top of the other man and nipped at Charley’s ear with his teeth. Charley looked very put out, if only because Rayflo’s knee was on top of his book. Noticing this lack of reaction, Rayflo frowned.
“What’s up with you, huh? Something die in your breakfast cereal today?” he muttered, running a hand through his mussed up hair. To Rayflo’s delight, Charley pushed his knee off the book and closed it at last.
“If you absolutely must know,” Charley answered, unamused, “I am dead tired, and unlike you, I’m not lying about it. I refuse to waste time playing with you.”
“Aw, is little Cherry finally growing up?” Rayflo pouted, throwing an arm around Charley’s shoulders. “Doesn’t want to play with the other kids anymore?”
“Master…” Charley trailed off, sighing as Rayflo took this pause as a sign to continue sucking gently on the blond’s ear. Blushing faintly, he awkwardly pried Rayflo away from his face.
“Now there’s the Cherry we know and love,” Rayflo laughed, grinning again. “Mr. Sensitive.”
Charley didn’t even bother arguing anymore. “If I let you stay here will you be quiet and stop bothering me?”
Nuzzling Charley’s neck, Rayflo replied, “Why, does this bother you?”
Charley shrugged, knocking his shoulder up against Rayflo’s chin. The dark-haired man grimaced, pulling back in annoyance.
“You almost made me bite my tongue.” He scowled.
“Better yours than mine,” Charley said, casually opening his book again. It was because of this that he didn’t see the devilish grin that appeared on Rayflo’s face.
“Cherry, say ‘ah,’” he ordered offhandedly.
Charley looked up, perplexed, but the “Why?” never left his mouth as Rayflo leaned over and kissed him fiercely. Charley started and attempted to shove Rayflo away, but it was a futile effort; the latter’s tongue was running through his mouth, his teeth pressing against Charley’s lips, his hand tugging at short blond hair, when suddenly -
“Ow!” Charley gasped, finally succeeding in putting space between him and Rayflo. “You bit my tongue!”
“You asked for it,” Rayflo told him cheerfully, wiping blood from his lips. In all honesty, he hadn’t meant to bite that hard, but he’d ended up getting a little…carried away. Charley just gaped at him, clearly aggravated.
“So,” Rayflo continued, waggling his eyebrows in a suggestive, cartoonish way, “which do you like better, the ear or the tongue?”
He got a textbook smashed into his face for his effort. By the time he could see again properly Charley had left the room. With an upset snort, he glanced down at what Charley had been reading and consoled himself with the fact that since Charley read really boring books, he probably secretly appreciated the distractions.
Author: sparkism
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: minor swearing, blood
Word Count: 611
Summary: Charley just wants to read his book in peace, but Rayflo has other ideas.
Prompt: Nov 3 - Vassalord, Charles/Rayflo: sensitive places
“Damn, Cherry, for someone who’s so embarrassed all the time, you sure have no qualms about biting hard,” Rayflo grumbled, rubbing a sore spot on his arm.
Charley didn’t look up from his book. “Don’t call me Cherry,” he responded tonelessly, mainly out of habit. It was clear by now that Rayflo was never, ever going to stop doing so.
Rayflo let out an exaggerated sigh, sitting down heavily on the couch beside Charley, rustling the pages of the large volume of text in Charley’s lap. He rested his chin on the blond’s shoulder, peering down at the book he was reading.
“Have you nothing better to do?” Charley asked, pursing his lips, but Rayflo just grinned at him.
“I’m totally drained,” he complained, smirking. “You only have yourself to blame.”
“You have an entire house to lounge about in,” Charley replied, completely unsympathetic. “Go whine elsewhere.”
“Don’t feel like it.” Still grinning, Rayflo shifted over on the couch so he was nearly on top of the other man and nipped at Charley’s ear with his teeth. Charley looked very put out, if only because Rayflo’s knee was on top of his book. Noticing this lack of reaction, Rayflo frowned.
“What’s up with you, huh? Something die in your breakfast cereal today?” he muttered, running a hand through his mussed up hair. To Rayflo’s delight, Charley pushed his knee off the book and closed it at last.
“If you absolutely must know,” Charley answered, unamused, “I am dead tired, and unlike you, I’m not lying about it. I refuse to waste time playing with you.”
“Aw, is little Cherry finally growing up?” Rayflo pouted, throwing an arm around Charley’s shoulders. “Doesn’t want to play with the other kids anymore?”
“Master…” Charley trailed off, sighing as Rayflo took this pause as a sign to continue sucking gently on the blond’s ear. Blushing faintly, he awkwardly pried Rayflo away from his face.
“Now there’s the Cherry we know and love,” Rayflo laughed, grinning again. “Mr. Sensitive.”
Charley didn’t even bother arguing anymore. “If I let you stay here will you be quiet and stop bothering me?”
Nuzzling Charley’s neck, Rayflo replied, “Why, does this bother you?”
Charley shrugged, knocking his shoulder up against Rayflo’s chin. The dark-haired man grimaced, pulling back in annoyance.
“You almost made me bite my tongue.” He scowled.
“Better yours than mine,” Charley said, casually opening his book again. It was because of this that he didn’t see the devilish grin that appeared on Rayflo’s face.
“Cherry, say ‘ah,’” he ordered offhandedly.
Charley looked up, perplexed, but the “Why?” never left his mouth as Rayflo leaned over and kissed him fiercely. Charley started and attempted to shove Rayflo away, but it was a futile effort; the latter’s tongue was running through his mouth, his teeth pressing against Charley’s lips, his hand tugging at short blond hair, when suddenly -
“Ow!” Charley gasped, finally succeeding in putting space between him and Rayflo. “You bit my tongue!”
“You asked for it,” Rayflo told him cheerfully, wiping blood from his lips. In all honesty, he hadn’t meant to bite that hard, but he’d ended up getting a little…carried away. Charley just gaped at him, clearly aggravated.
“So,” Rayflo continued, waggling his eyebrows in a suggestive, cartoonish way, “which do you like better, the ear or the tongue?”
He got a textbook smashed into his face for his effort. By the time he could see again properly Charley had left the room. With an upset snort, he glanced down at what Charley had been reading and consoled himself with the fact that since Charley read really boring books, he probably secretly appreciated the distractions.