SGA RPS Joe/David for the Porn Battle (NC-17)
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Guilt (Prompt: Guilt) Note: This is a "Ever Fallen in Love?" Story
Holding On (Prompt: Guilt) Note: This is a "Ever Fallen in Love?" Story Short Version
Holding On
Porn Battle III. Joe/David. Guilt. NC-17.
Disclaimer: All of this is made up.
He shouldn't do this. He knows this with his head and his heart, but still he's here more than willingly, naked, in a bed that belongs to David and his wife.
Joe doesn't ever not feel guilty about what they're doing. It's always in the back of his mind even as David does everything in his power to drive every thought away.
David's tongue is tracing lines over his body that feel both cold and hot. His neck, his shoulder, along his clavicle, to his sternum, where David's tongue dips in and Joe gives a breathless little laugh.
It feels good. Nothing feels as good as David on his skin. Not just his tongue, but his broad hands, not small and gentle like Katherine's, but able to draw pleasure from him with minute touches in a way that she hasn't been for a while now.
David's always touching him, reaching out, a tiny bump of his arm, when he walks past on the set, a brush of fingers against his hand below the table. And when they're together like this, David's hands explore, like now, when they run down Joe's sides very slowly, paving the way for David's progression down his body, holding him down, as if to make sure Joe won't run.
He has run. Several times now, he's told David that they have to stop, that it was the last time, that he cannot keep doing this to his wife. But every time he's come back, back to David and his blue eyes and his amazing tongue and his restless hands, because this is better than the guilt.
David's tongue is on one of his nipples now, drawing circles and then he's sucking it in, and Joe can feel his teeth. He wants to tell him to just do it, to go ahead and mark him as the sinner that he is. But he doesn't because he couldn't face the consequences. So he has to live with the guilt.
David's mouth moves slowly to the other side, giving the other nipple the same attention. Joe moves one hand into David's hair. David's hands are at his hips now, slowly moving towards their goal. Joe moves his legs further apart, giving David the space to do everything he wants to him.
David lets his nipple go and gives it one last lick before moving forward and kissing Joe, the same tongue tracing Joe's lips, which open up as quickly as his legs do when David puts a hand on his thigh. It's a dirty kiss, wet and raw and forbidden. Joe's hand is still firmly in David's hair, pulling him down, because no matter how wrong it is, he wants it.
David grabs Joe's dick, firmly as if he owns it and he does, not that Joe would ever tell him. Because if there is one thing that he can deny David, it's the hope that this can ever be more than a guilty pleasure. He thrusts up into David's hand and David squeezes him and draws back his head, saying, "Easy, cowboy."
Joe laughs, just a bit breathless, and then David quickly moves down his body and licks along his dick. Joe gasps as David takes him in his mouth. He starts fondling Joe's balls, while he moves his head up and down in the rhythm Joe likes best.
David's mouth feels like home and Joe almost laughs again, because when he's with David he always starts thinking such insane things. David's tongue rubs along his shaft, over his head and then the mouth is gone.
But only long enough for David to take a deep breath and give Joe a look that says 'You're mine tonight'. Without thinking Joe lifts his hips in answer and David is there to slip a pillow beneath him. Then his mouth descends on Joe again, balancing his sac on his tongue, before gently sucking on it.
Joe's sensitive there, tensing, but he trusts David and David starts to stroke his dick soothingly. Then he lifts Joe's balls with one hand, the other still moving up and down Joe's hard dick, applying gentle pressure, as David licks from Joe's balls down his perineum until he reaches his goal.
Joe whispers his name, when David's tongue runs over his hole and then pushes in.
Joe pulls his knees up and David uses his hands to give himself better access to Joe's ass. Joe groans as David darts his tongue in and out, going as deep as he can and then just firmly stroking around the edge of his hole with the tip.
It's heaven and hell and David's tongue is burning. He can feel it not just inside him, but every place on his body that it's ever been and he doesn't believe that there is a place left that David hasn't licked yet.
Joe starts to squirm beneath David, unable to stop, because as good as this is, he wants more, he wants to be filled by David, fucked, taken. And David knows, always knows, because he pulls away and in just a moment, as if by magic, his hands are slick and one finger is pushing inside Joe.
Joe groans and moves onto the finger, but then David pushes all the way in, moves around a bit and out again, coming back with two. He's blissfully quick now, preparing Joe just enough to take him, so that it won't hurt, but that he'll feel it, feel him.
Then the fingers are gone and between his legs Joe can see David lubing up his hard cock, slowly, looking at Joe because this is for him, always for him.
He guides the head of his cock to Joe's entrance and then he moves forward and Joe holds his breath, because there's only this movement, the feeling of David pushing his way inside Joe. It burns and he knows that he'll still feel it the next day, but this is what he wants.
David knows and doesn't stop, doesn't pause, going on unerringly until he's fully inside Joe, balls against his ass.
Joe releases his breath and starts to pant because now David will start fucking him, he can already feel it. David pulls Joe's calves on his shoulders knowing exactly how and where so that he can thrust in an angle that will make Joe forget where he is, who he is, everything except the lingering guilt and the feeling of that cock in his ass.
The first stroke comes, rough and hard. David doesn't go gentle, he just starts to fuck Joe, going straight for his prostate, hitting the spot over and over again.
Joe starts making noises that he still can't believe he's capable of emitting, even though David reduces him to this point every time that he sets his mind to it.
He thinks of his wife, has to, because he mustn't forget, even though the only thing in his mind is that she can never do this, can never give him the feeling he gets when he is fucked by a man, by this man.
His dick jerks with every thrust and he knows that he won't make it for long, not when David pounds into him like this. The pleasure is so exquisite and sharp and clear that he feels as if a flame burns in his body.
He's consumed by it, by the feeling of David thrusting inside him.
David's thrusts start losing their focus. The he groans Joe's name and moving his hand to Joe's dick, he comes.
Joe feels it, liquid heat deep inside him, and David still keeps thrusting, for Joe, and this and the hand jerking his cock and David filling him is enough.
He comes. David's name is on his lips, but he still tries to hold on to the guilt because he doesn't know what he'll do when he finally accepts this.
Drunk (Prompt: Drunk) Short Version
Drunk
Porn Battle III. Joe/David. Drunk. NC-17.
Disclaimer: All of this is made up.
He's probably drunk. The party is pretty much over. Most of the people are gone, someone, possibly Paul, is snoring on David's couch.
David joins him on the little corner seat, where he's sat for the last hour or so.
"Want some more," David asks, lifting up the empty bottle of beer.
"No, thanks. I should..." he trails off.
He should go. Call a taxi and get at least some rest before he can fly home to his wife and kids for the hiatus. Or maybe he does want another beer. He lifts his head, that somehow got heavier during the last hour, to look at David, who watches him, an amused smile playing on his face.
"You're so drunk," David says.
"Only a little," Joe says. Then he sticks out his tongue.
David laughs.
"I'm really okay," Joe says, slurring the words only a bit. "I still know my text. Listen." He pauses for effect. "So long, Rodney." The he starts to laugh, although some people might call it a giggle.
"So drunk," David says, shaking his head.
"Hey, what about your lines?"
And then David starts reciting, no, not just reciting, acting and it's wonderful and Joe moves close and glares at him and eventually says, "I love you, Doctor McKay," but it still doesn't work. David finishes and looks very smug.
"It's just because you're so in love with your own voice that you don't hear anyone else," Joe says.
"You're just not that distracting," and there's a challenge in David's voice.
"I so am," Joe says and David smiles again, just a bit patronizingly. Joe hates it. "Try again," he says.
And David starts once again, without a hitch and Joe puts his hand on David's crotch and David stumbles over a word, but goes on. Damn him. Joe opens the button on David's pants, pulls down the zipper and slips his hand in. David continues, even as his cock hardens in Joe's grip.
Joe probably shouldn't do this. He's married after all and putting a hand down another guy's pants might be considered cheating. And gay. But actually he's just trying to prove a point. No, really.
David finishes up again and looks at Joe, his expression far too serious for the silly game that they're playing.
"Again," Joe still says.
After a moment David starts once more, every bit as emotional and right as before and Joe starts to stroke him and this time David doesn't even stumble, just goes on and Joe squeezes tight, but it's no use. So he slips down the bench, pushing away the table, noisily, but nothing stirs on the couch, so he goes on and down onto his knees and takes David's dick in his mouth.
David finishes again and Joe just makes a rolling motion with his hand, signaling David to start again and he does and Joe starts sucking and taking in more of David's hard cock.
It's been a while since he's done this, but it's like riding a bike. He takes David deeper and can feel a tiny thrust. He strokes David's shaft and then concentrates on the head for a while, rubbing the tip of his tongue on the underside, and then David really thrusts, just the head into Joe's mouth, but more than that, he calls his name, right in the middle of a line.
David stops and Joe does, too, because the game is over. He's won, he can stop now. His mouth is still around David's cock and he's looking up into those wide, blue eyes. Now that he's proven his point there really is no reason anymore to do this, no excuse. Except that it would be very impolite, now that he got David all hot and bothered. Yes, impolite and Joe's never impolite.
So he swallows David down again and David groans and puts a hand on Joe's head, gently touching him. A few more strokes and licking around the head and David warns him, but Joe doesn't stop, takes him deeper in fact. It's been too long and he wants to taste David. David comes with a moan and Joe swallows, a bit of David's semen dribbling from his mouth. When David's done, Joe lets him slip from his mouth and licks it away.
He looks at David's glazed expression and suddenly notices the tightness of his own pants. He opens them, takes out his dick and starts jerking himself off.
David's hand joins his around his dick, making Joe stop. "Are you drunk enough to fuck me?"
Joe just looks at him for a long time. He starts thrusting into David's hand, but still doesn't answer immediately. He looks at David and sees something in his eyes, something quiet and deep.
"Yeah," he says and he's telling himself it's the truth while he follows David into his bedroom.
Like the first time (Prompt: Freedom)
Stimulation (Prompt: Stimulation) Short Version
Stimulation
Porn Battle III. Joe/David. Stimulation. NC-17.
Disclaimer: All of this is made up.
Joe is standing in front of the wall, naked. He's not leaning against it, not yet. David is coming up behind him. He can feel his warmth, hear his breathing, but he's not touching Joe. Then he comes even closer and Joe feels the hot air as David exhales on his back.
"I want to fuck you," David says into his ear and Joe shudders and his blood starts running to his dick.
David's voice can do this to him, when it's as low as it's now. Joe is glad that David is not using it against him. He can't afford to walk around the set hard from something David whispered in his ear. Especially not now that he's given in and they're actually doing this.
He feels the lightest of touches on his shoulder. He doesn't even know if it's David's lips or his fingertips. His eyes are closed. Another feather light touch just above his waist and then on his arm. David caresses him, here and there, everywhere and nowhere and the fleetingness of his touches just stokes the fire in Joe.
He knows what's coming and when David trails one finger down his spine, he tenses in anticipation, but David stops just as he reaches Joe's ass. "David," Joe whispers and David kisses his neck and comes closer, arms enfolding Joe from behind. Joe can feel David's dick against his ass and thrusts back a bit.
"We have time," David says and starts to nibble on Joe's earlobe, while his hands play with Joe's nipples. Joe reaches back with one arm and strokes David's hair, while the other finds David's ass and pulls him closer. "I said, we have time," David says more firmly and lightly bites Joe's shoulder.
"Don't," Joe says automatically.
"Say it happened during shooting," comes David's automatic response.
Joe is sorry he said anything. He didn't want to ruin the mood, but David seems forgiving. He kisses his shoulder where he bit Joe and trails one hand down Joe's chest until he reaches Joe's dick and grips it.
"Better?" David asks as he starts stroking and Joe just nods. He leans back into David and turns his face to look at him. David looks back intensely and Joe feels as if David could look inside Joe and just see everything. David closes the space between them and kisses Joe, gently, carefully. When he draws back he's smiling.
"Don't go anywhere," he says and then the hand around his cock and the warmth behind him is gone and Joe takes a deep breath to prepare for what's to come.
When David returns he kisses the nape of Joe's neck. Joe shudders, then his ass cheeks are pulled apart by slick fingers and he widens his stance and thrusts out his ass. He still doesn't lean on the wall. David will tell him when he should, or he'll know when he can't stand up on his own.
David prepares him slowly, his lips moving below Joe's neck as tiny distraction against the welcome invasion to his body. David's fingers pull out and he nudges his cock against Joe's hole. He moves his head forward a bit, cheek against Joe's back and Joe understands, leans forward and braces his forearms against the wall.
He moans when David pushes in, one long steady thrust until he's fully settled inside Joe. His breathing quickens against Joe's back. Then he starts moving and Joe answers each thrust with one of his own. David's hands are on his hips and he leans on Joe as he fucks him.
Joe turns his face and they kiss, more deeply now, tongues moving against each other. David's thrusts speed up and one hand moves from Joe's hip around to his cock and starts stroking him in time with his thrusts. Joe moans and moves back, letting his head fall back onto David's shoulder. David licks his neck.
He's pounding into Joe now, fucking him hard and working his hand up and down Joe's dick. Joe feels surrounded by David. He moves his head again for another kiss, because he wants to feel him in his mouth, too, and David complies as always, pushing his tongue in and Joe jerks helplessly. When David's other hand finds his nipple and starts rubbing, the stimulation all around and inside him is too much and he shudders and comes in several spurts.
David pushes him forward against the wall again, which is just as well, because Joe doesn't think he can stand on his own. Then David grabs his hips, one hand slick with Joe's come and pounds several times until his hips stutter and with one last hard thrust he comes, too.
He leans forward on Joe's back and after a while pulls out of Joe. Joe turns around, leaning against the wall, because he's still a little weak on his legs and watches as David disposes of the condom and brings back a washcloth. He comes back cleaning his hands and then runs the cloth over Joe's dick, stomach and hip.
He carries away the cloth and when he comes back out of the bath room he watches Joe for a moment. Then he comes close and kisses him for a long while, before pulling him to the bed. Joe follows with a small smile playing on his lips.
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Guilt (Prompt: Guilt) Note: This is a "Ever Fallen in Love?" Story
Holding On (Prompt: Guilt) Note: This is a "Ever Fallen in Love?" Story Short Version
Holding On
Porn Battle III. Joe/David. Guilt. NC-17.
Disclaimer: All of this is made up.
He shouldn't do this. He knows this with his head and his heart, but still he's here more than willingly, naked, in a bed that belongs to David and his wife.
Joe doesn't ever not feel guilty about what they're doing. It's always in the back of his mind even as David does everything in his power to drive every thought away.
David's tongue is tracing lines over his body that feel both cold and hot. His neck, his shoulder, along his clavicle, to his sternum, where David's tongue dips in and Joe gives a breathless little laugh.
It feels good. Nothing feels as good as David on his skin. Not just his tongue, but his broad hands, not small and gentle like Katherine's, but able to draw pleasure from him with minute touches in a way that she hasn't been for a while now.
David's always touching him, reaching out, a tiny bump of his arm, when he walks past on the set, a brush of fingers against his hand below the table. And when they're together like this, David's hands explore, like now, when they run down Joe's sides very slowly, paving the way for David's progression down his body, holding him down, as if to make sure Joe won't run.
He has run. Several times now, he's told David that they have to stop, that it was the last time, that he cannot keep doing this to his wife. But every time he's come back, back to David and his blue eyes and his amazing tongue and his restless hands, because this is better than the guilt.
David's tongue is on one of his nipples now, drawing circles and then he's sucking it in, and Joe can feel his teeth. He wants to tell him to just do it, to go ahead and mark him as the sinner that he is. But he doesn't because he couldn't face the consequences. So he has to live with the guilt.
David's mouth moves slowly to the other side, giving the other nipple the same attention. Joe moves one hand into David's hair. David's hands are at his hips now, slowly moving towards their goal. Joe moves his legs further apart, giving David the space to do everything he wants to him.
David lets his nipple go and gives it one last lick before moving forward and kissing Joe, the same tongue tracing Joe's lips, which open up as quickly as his legs do when David puts a hand on his thigh. It's a dirty kiss, wet and raw and forbidden. Joe's hand is still firmly in David's hair, pulling him down, because no matter how wrong it is, he wants it.
David grabs Joe's dick, firmly as if he owns it and he does, not that Joe would ever tell him. Because if there is one thing that he can deny David, it's the hope that this can ever be more than a guilty pleasure. He thrusts up into David's hand and David squeezes him and draws back his head, saying, "Easy, cowboy."
Joe laughs, just a bit breathless, and then David quickly moves down his body and licks along his dick. Joe gasps as David takes him in his mouth. He starts fondling Joe's balls, while he moves his head up and down in the rhythm Joe likes best.
David's mouth feels like home and Joe almost laughs again, because when he's with David he always starts thinking such insane things. David's tongue rubs along his shaft, over his head and then the mouth is gone.
But only long enough for David to take a deep breath and give Joe a look that says 'You're mine tonight'. Without thinking Joe lifts his hips in answer and David is there to slip a pillow beneath him. Then his mouth descends on Joe again, balancing his sac on his tongue, before gently sucking on it.
Joe's sensitive there, tensing, but he trusts David and David starts to stroke his dick soothingly. Then he lifts Joe's balls with one hand, the other still moving up and down Joe's hard dick, applying gentle pressure, as David licks from Joe's balls down his perineum until he reaches his goal.
Joe whispers his name, when David's tongue runs over his hole and then pushes in.
Joe pulls his knees up and David uses his hands to give himself better access to Joe's ass. Joe groans as David darts his tongue in and out, going as deep as he can and then just firmly stroking around the edge of his hole with the tip.
It's heaven and hell and David's tongue is burning. He can feel it not just inside him, but every place on his body that it's ever been and he doesn't believe that there is a place left that David hasn't licked yet.
Joe starts to squirm beneath David, unable to stop, because as good as this is, he wants more, he wants to be filled by David, fucked, taken. And David knows, always knows, because he pulls away and in just a moment, as if by magic, his hands are slick and one finger is pushing inside Joe.
Joe groans and moves onto the finger, but then David pushes all the way in, moves around a bit and out again, coming back with two. He's blissfully quick now, preparing Joe just enough to take him, so that it won't hurt, but that he'll feel it, feel him.
Then the fingers are gone and between his legs Joe can see David lubing up his hard cock, slowly, looking at Joe because this is for him, always for him.
He guides the head of his cock to Joe's entrance and then he moves forward and Joe holds his breath, because there's only this movement, the feeling of David pushing his way inside Joe. It burns and he knows that he'll still feel it the next day, but this is what he wants.
David knows and doesn't stop, doesn't pause, going on unerringly until he's fully inside Joe, balls against his ass.
Joe releases his breath and starts to pant because now David will start fucking him, he can already feel it. David pulls Joe's calves on his shoulders knowing exactly how and where so that he can thrust in an angle that will make Joe forget where he is, who he is, everything except the lingering guilt and the feeling of that cock in his ass.
The first stroke comes, rough and hard. David doesn't go gentle, he just starts to fuck Joe, going straight for his prostate, hitting the spot over and over again.
Joe starts making noises that he still can't believe he's capable of emitting, even though David reduces him to this point every time that he sets his mind to it.
He thinks of his wife, has to, because he mustn't forget, even though the only thing in his mind is that she can never do this, can never give him the feeling he gets when he is fucked by a man, by this man.
His dick jerks with every thrust and he knows that he won't make it for long, not when David pounds into him like this. The pleasure is so exquisite and sharp and clear that he feels as if a flame burns in his body.
He's consumed by it, by the feeling of David thrusting inside him.
David's thrusts start losing their focus. The he groans Joe's name and moving his hand to Joe's dick, he comes.
Joe feels it, liquid heat deep inside him, and David still keeps thrusting, for Joe, and this and the hand jerking his cock and David filling him is enough.
He comes. David's name is on his lips, but he still tries to hold on to the guilt because he doesn't know what he'll do when he finally accepts this.
Drunk (Prompt: Drunk) Short Version
Drunk
Porn Battle III. Joe/David. Drunk. NC-17.
Disclaimer: All of this is made up.
He's probably drunk. The party is pretty much over. Most of the people are gone, someone, possibly Paul, is snoring on David's couch.
David joins him on the little corner seat, where he's sat for the last hour or so.
"Want some more," David asks, lifting up the empty bottle of beer.
"No, thanks. I should..." he trails off.
He should go. Call a taxi and get at least some rest before he can fly home to his wife and kids for the hiatus. Or maybe he does want another beer. He lifts his head, that somehow got heavier during the last hour, to look at David, who watches him, an amused smile playing on his face.
"You're so drunk," David says.
"Only a little," Joe says. Then he sticks out his tongue.
David laughs.
"I'm really okay," Joe says, slurring the words only a bit. "I still know my text. Listen." He pauses for effect. "So long, Rodney." The he starts to laugh, although some people might call it a giggle.
"So drunk," David says, shaking his head.
"Hey, what about your lines?"
And then David starts reciting, no, not just reciting, acting and it's wonderful and Joe moves close and glares at him and eventually says, "I love you, Doctor McKay," but it still doesn't work. David finishes and looks very smug.
"It's just because you're so in love with your own voice that you don't hear anyone else," Joe says.
"You're just not that distracting," and there's a challenge in David's voice.
"I so am," Joe says and David smiles again, just a bit patronizingly. Joe hates it. "Try again," he says.
And David starts once again, without a hitch and Joe puts his hand on David's crotch and David stumbles over a word, but goes on. Damn him. Joe opens the button on David's pants, pulls down the zipper and slips his hand in. David continues, even as his cock hardens in Joe's grip.
Joe probably shouldn't do this. He's married after all and putting a hand down another guy's pants might be considered cheating. And gay. But actually he's just trying to prove a point. No, really.
David finishes up again and looks at Joe, his expression far too serious for the silly game that they're playing.
"Again," Joe still says.
After a moment David starts once more, every bit as emotional and right as before and Joe starts to stroke him and this time David doesn't even stumble, just goes on and Joe squeezes tight, but it's no use. So he slips down the bench, pushing away the table, noisily, but nothing stirs on the couch, so he goes on and down onto his knees and takes David's dick in his mouth.
David finishes again and Joe just makes a rolling motion with his hand, signaling David to start again and he does and Joe starts sucking and taking in more of David's hard cock.
It's been a while since he's done this, but it's like riding a bike. He takes David deeper and can feel a tiny thrust. He strokes David's shaft and then concentrates on the head for a while, rubbing the tip of his tongue on the underside, and then David really thrusts, just the head into Joe's mouth, but more than that, he calls his name, right in the middle of a line.
David stops and Joe does, too, because the game is over. He's won, he can stop now. His mouth is still around David's cock and he's looking up into those wide, blue eyes. Now that he's proven his point there really is no reason anymore to do this, no excuse. Except that it would be very impolite, now that he got David all hot and bothered. Yes, impolite and Joe's never impolite.
So he swallows David down again and David groans and puts a hand on Joe's head, gently touching him. A few more strokes and licking around the head and David warns him, but Joe doesn't stop, takes him deeper in fact. It's been too long and he wants to taste David. David comes with a moan and Joe swallows, a bit of David's semen dribbling from his mouth. When David's done, Joe lets him slip from his mouth and licks it away.
He looks at David's glazed expression and suddenly notices the tightness of his own pants. He opens them, takes out his dick and starts jerking himself off.
David's hand joins his around his dick, making Joe stop. "Are you drunk enough to fuck me?"
Joe just looks at him for a long time. He starts thrusting into David's hand, but still doesn't answer immediately. He looks at David and sees something in his eyes, something quiet and deep.
"Yeah," he says and he's telling himself it's the truth while he follows David into his bedroom.
Like the first time (Prompt: Freedom)
Stimulation (Prompt: Stimulation) Short Version
Stimulation
Porn Battle III. Joe/David. Stimulation. NC-17.
Disclaimer: All of this is made up.
Joe is standing in front of the wall, naked. He's not leaning against it, not yet. David is coming up behind him. He can feel his warmth, hear his breathing, but he's not touching Joe. Then he comes even closer and Joe feels the hot air as David exhales on his back.
"I want to fuck you," David says into his ear and Joe shudders and his blood starts running to his dick.
David's voice can do this to him, when it's as low as it's now. Joe is glad that David is not using it against him. He can't afford to walk around the set hard from something David whispered in his ear. Especially not now that he's given in and they're actually doing this.
He feels the lightest of touches on his shoulder. He doesn't even know if it's David's lips or his fingertips. His eyes are closed. Another feather light touch just above his waist and then on his arm. David caresses him, here and there, everywhere and nowhere and the fleetingness of his touches just stokes the fire in Joe.
He knows what's coming and when David trails one finger down his spine, he tenses in anticipation, but David stops just as he reaches Joe's ass. "David," Joe whispers and David kisses his neck and comes closer, arms enfolding Joe from behind. Joe can feel David's dick against his ass and thrusts back a bit.
"We have time," David says and starts to nibble on Joe's earlobe, while his hands play with Joe's nipples. Joe reaches back with one arm and strokes David's hair, while the other finds David's ass and pulls him closer. "I said, we have time," David says more firmly and lightly bites Joe's shoulder.
"Don't," Joe says automatically.
"Say it happened during shooting," comes David's automatic response.
Joe is sorry he said anything. He didn't want to ruin the mood, but David seems forgiving. He kisses his shoulder where he bit Joe and trails one hand down Joe's chest until he reaches Joe's dick and grips it.
"Better?" David asks as he starts stroking and Joe just nods. He leans back into David and turns his face to look at him. David looks back intensely and Joe feels as if David could look inside Joe and just see everything. David closes the space between them and kisses Joe, gently, carefully. When he draws back he's smiling.
"Don't go anywhere," he says and then the hand around his cock and the warmth behind him is gone and Joe takes a deep breath to prepare for what's to come.
When David returns he kisses the nape of Joe's neck. Joe shudders, then his ass cheeks are pulled apart by slick fingers and he widens his stance and thrusts out his ass. He still doesn't lean on the wall. David will tell him when he should, or he'll know when he can't stand up on his own.
David prepares him slowly, his lips moving below Joe's neck as tiny distraction against the welcome invasion to his body. David's fingers pull out and he nudges his cock against Joe's hole. He moves his head forward a bit, cheek against Joe's back and Joe understands, leans forward and braces his forearms against the wall.
He moans when David pushes in, one long steady thrust until he's fully settled inside Joe. His breathing quickens against Joe's back. Then he starts moving and Joe answers each thrust with one of his own. David's hands are on his hips and he leans on Joe as he fucks him.
Joe turns his face and they kiss, more deeply now, tongues moving against each other. David's thrusts speed up and one hand moves from Joe's hip around to his cock and starts stroking him in time with his thrusts. Joe moans and moves back, letting his head fall back onto David's shoulder. David licks his neck.
He's pounding into Joe now, fucking him hard and working his hand up and down Joe's dick. Joe feels surrounded by David. He moves his head again for another kiss, because he wants to feel him in his mouth, too, and David complies as always, pushing his tongue in and Joe jerks helplessly. When David's other hand finds his nipple and starts rubbing, the stimulation all around and inside him is too much and he shudders and comes in several spurts.
David pushes him forward against the wall again, which is just as well, because Joe doesn't think he can stand on his own. Then David grabs his hips, one hand slick with Joe's come and pounds several times until his hips stutter and with one last hard thrust he comes, too.
He leans forward on Joe's back and after a while pulls out of Joe. Joe turns around, leaning against the wall, because he's still a little weak on his legs and watches as David disposes of the condom and brings back a washcloth. He comes back cleaning his hands and then runs the cloth over Joe's dick, stomach and hip.
He carries away the cloth and when he comes back out of the bath room he watches Joe for a moment. Then he comes close and kisses him for a long while, before pulling him to the bed. Joe follows with a small smile playing on his lips.
Thank you so much lovelokest for all the Joe/David prompts!