Tiger and Bunny Anon Meme Part 1
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Fire Emblem simply laughed at this. “Oh, you naughty, naughty boy,” he teased and hell, had the guy just winked at him way too suggestively? Antonio groaned in exasperation. He supposed he should have learned years ago that Fire Emblem didn’t take “no” for an answer easily.
“But no, silly,” Fire Emblem said. “For drinks, of course. For drinks.”
“I can have those at a bar,” Antonio cut in and began walking away.
“But will you? Alone?”
Antonio still wasn’t exactly sure what about that had changed his mind. He had a pretty good idea that it might have been the way the other man had intoned “alone” with some damn mix of curiosity, pity and empathy. Fuck, Antonio thought, even just the presence of the guy was turning him into a pussy.
Nonetheless, not soon after, Antonio found himself sitting on a lavish sofa in a surprisingly tastefully decorated condo. Not that the place wasn’t still just as extravagant as its owner, but he supposed it wasn’t as bad as whatever he’d expected.
Conversation was slow starting, but the pink champagne, girly as it was, soon helped loosen their tongues. Later on, neither of them would remember what trivialities they’d been talking about anyway.
“Call me Nathan,” Fire Emblem said, glass gently tipping in his hand as he leant on Antonio, half in his lap. Antonio, though no more sober than his companion, made an attempt to wriggle away.
“Ah, ah, no,” Nathan sing-songed, moving along, too, and spilling half of his champagne on Antonio’s shirt.
“Hey,” Antonio exclaimed as the pink stain spread, cooling the skin beneath.
“Ooops, sorry,” Nathan giggled and reached to unbutton Antonio’s shirt.
“Damnit, stop that. Stop groping me,” Antonio groused, though for some reason he didn’t stop the other man in his endeavours. Later on he’d blame it on the alcohol and the warm weight of Nathan sitting in his lap, those, admittedly, alluring legs pressed against the sides of Antonio’s.
Now Antonio’s shirt was open and, very deliberately, Nathan poured the rest of the champagne from his glass onto Antonio’s chest. Antonio gasped as the cool liquid made contact and gasped even louder when Nathan bent down and extended his tongue to chase the rivulets, leaving tingling trails in its wake.
“Make me,” Nathan challenged, voice husky and inescapable.
For the third time that night Antonio pushed himself into the tight heat of the man beneath him, making both of them gasp at the first snap of hips driven by coiling want and lingering inexperience in how the other’s body would react.
Stroke for stroke they worked towards climax, towards that one point where everything went blank, where everything was forgotten but that one electrifying feeling. They rushed over the precipice and fell, coming to their senses only when they opened their eyes, exhausted and winded from hours of blurred edges, heat and pleasure.
Antonio pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress next to Nathan who was lying down, panting, a satisfied expression on his face. “Mmmh,” was the only sound Nathan made as he stretched, cat-like and settled down.
“Yeah…,” Antonio murmured, watching the other man out of the corner of his eye and slowly, Antonio realised that whatever beast had been clawing at his insides had been stilled, for now, at least.
“That was good…”
Well, it had been. And it had been this or-
Or what? Well, it had been better than breaking stuff, anyway. And, Antonio had to grudgingly admit, it had been better than going after Barnaby and decking him just for turning up and fucking up things that had been perfectly fine for years just the way they’d been.
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