Slick like soap, 2b of 2, NC17, Billy Rocks/Goodnight Robicheaux
Section One here http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/825875.html
By wanderingsmith and Joline
Summary: Plot? no plot here.
Section 2
Option 2: Goody gets his ride
He was *not* nineteen, for fuck’s sake! He should have more self-control than to be all but wailing from a just a few minutes of nothing but Goody’s damned *tongue* fucking him! He felt fingers press him open, slip-sliding with how wet with spit he was, yet resisting sliding *in*, and he shuddered, trying to slow his breath. It didn’t stop him from almost crashing headlong into orgasm when that soft tongue slid in, deeper than before.
“Goody! If you-” it felt *odd* when fingers and tongue left him, still open and throbbing, but almost able to breathe. He started to say more when Goody wrapped his lips around the loose skin and *sucked*.
He managed to clamp a hand at the base of his cock, making his lips shape words “Stop! If you want this, *stop*!”
Goodnight didn’t stop. Instead, he smirked around his mouthful, prying Billy’s cheeks apart with his thumbs, opening him up again. “Want you more,” he whispered into the burning hot flesh and dragged his tongue tantalizingly slow along the inside of the rim. Not deep, just enough for Billy to feel it - and he felt it clearly, judging by the way he was biting out curses in two languages as he thrashed, trying to hold back, gripping his cock so hard it had to hurt.
“Goody, I *can’t* -” Billy pulled Goody’s hair with his free hand, but it was too short to get any real leverage. But he was too close to the edge, if he didn’t stop now he’d fall. Desperately, he tried to close his legs, squeezing Goody’s shoulders between his thighs.
Goodnight retaliated by sliding in a wet finger, giving the spot inside Billy a decisive rub.
When he felt Goody’s shoulder drop out of his leg lock, Billy snarled desperately and bit his lip as hard as he could. Goody knew him too well: he expected a hard rub to send Billy over the edge. And would ignore his own need so he could lay there and feel Billy lose it around his finger. Billy focused on his bleeding lip, clamped his fingers painfully hard and flashed a dozen ugly images through his mind for the few seconds before Goody’s finger went still.
And then jerked his hips up off Goody’s mouth and his leg over Goody’s head, scrambling around before Goody got his hands under him, and sat on his lover’s ass and reached to tug his arms behind his back.
“Oh no, you don’t, nae salang, I’ve warned you about torturing me,” he grinned at the pithy swearwords being huffed through Goody’s laughter as he wriggled, rubbing them together rather than even attempting to escape, “I might not last long enough to take you with me, but you *will* get that ride.” He leaned down to growl, “And if you beg my forgiveness prettily enough, I’ll even let go your hands so you can fist yourself while I’m still inside you.”
Goodnight huffed a little. He hadn’t expected the sudden change of position - and had actually been rather looking forward to seeing Billy succumb to pleasure - but this was nice too. Still, he couldn’t help the challenge in his eyes. “Well, you know what they say, mon cher. If you have them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow. And I admit you have the stubbornness of a donkey when it comes to self-control. But…”
He wriggled a little, shooting a pointed smirk at Billy’s flushed cock that looked about to explode from the gentlest of touches. “- I doubt it’ll even be worth my time.”
Billy’s mouth dropped open at the insult for just one heartbeat as his pride snarled before his head kicked in and he started laughing, “Oh you are *asking* for it, you old swindler!” he ignored the wordless squawk at the nickname, keeping both Goody’s hands out of trouble with a solid grip as he used his teeth to undo the snap of the glove to take it off his free hand, and then reached for the little bottle of oil on the dresser.
Sitting back down on Goody’s thighs, he couldn’t help enjoying the view and briefly thinking of only slicking *himself* and sliding in, slow and tight… the abandoned sobs that being worked open with Billy’s cock brought out in Goody had quite literally made it into his dreams.
But his little stunt hadn’t put near enough of a dent in how aroused he was. He wasn’t about to prove the man right by spending on his asscheeks. …At least not today.
“Having a problem, my love?”
Billy didn’t bother answering the taunt, instead pouring some oil in the hollow at the small of his lover’s back, putting away the bottle, and dipping a couple fingers of his free hand before slipping them down and in.
Goodnight moaned shamelessly, shuddering as he relished the familiar touch and lifted his hips to present his backside more fully to Billy. He couldn’t help himself, he was horny enough for his cock to throb almost painfully; and it was just so easy to surrender himself to Billy, his words and gentleness and the trust they shared. Billy’s weight bearing down on him, the closeness of his heated body, his hands and attention focused on Goodnight like nothing else in the world existed… all of it was addictive. He’d need to be careful, or he’d spend before Billy got his cock anywhere near his greedy hole.
But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Not with the delicious drag of Billy’s fingers inside him, teasing increasingly desperate noises from him.
Billy almost got distracted enough by those pale cheeks to let go his grip on Goody’s wrists. For all Goody complained his ass was getting flat as he got older, all Billy knew was that he loved stretching his fingers around the heft of riding muscles. ..Almost as much as as he enjoyed driving his hips against it as his cock was clutched by the slick hole offered up and begging.
“Begging so pretty,” his voice slipped out tight as he watched shudders ripple down Goody’s back, “Sounds like your time’s about done.” He tightened his grip on Goody’s wrists before pulling his fingers out and through the oil before sliding three fingers in and twisting slowly. The choked wail and hard jerk of reaction made *him* twitch, but he was stubborn enough to manage to tease, however roughly, “Something you want to ask, Goodnight?”
Goodnight groaned into the mattress and shoved his ass onto Billy’s fingers as best as he could. Which was barely enough. Tingling pleasure radiated through his lower body from where the rim of his hole was slowly persuaded to open up. Not that it was needed - none of this was new, and Goodnight and his hole enjoyed the proceedings very much. But he wasn’t far enough gone to beg mindlessly yet, even though he knew how much Billy loved it. Goodnight shot him a smirk over his shoulder and tugged at his arms for the first time, testing Billy’s grip. “Ask?” he drawled lazily. “No, not a thing. Although now that I think about it…” he let his gaze slide down Billy’s body speculatively, but couldn’t see much from his position. “Have you spilled like a schoolboy while I wasn’t looking? Or -” he clenched around Billy’s fingers, gripping them tightly, “- are you finally ready to make me shout your name?”
Billy grinned through the catch in his breath at the feeling, “You’d look lovely with my seed all over those white cheeks,” he gave Goody’s wrists a quick squeeze when his lover wriggled them again, “And you’d still have to beg me to let you finish yourself.”
Goody shook with laughter under him, “Billy-”
Using the same hand he’d trailed idly through the oil, Billy had silently guided his cockhead to Goody’s twitching hole and now pushed in, changing Goody’s retort to a loud moan. He knew he’d slicked Goody enough, hungry as they both were: he moved slow but he didn’t hesitate. He’d known he really *wasn’t* going to last and he *would* love to hear his lover shout his name, or actually beg him, but a frustratingly gentle pulsing up his cock he couldn’t stop even as he pulled back with a grunt and thrust again, hard, looking for the angle to give Goody what pleasure he could, meant he really was going to leave his man unsatisfied.
“I’d rather you finish me.” Goodnight panted into the mattress, gasping whenever a slight change of angle brought Billy’s strokes closer to *that* spot. Not that having Billy’s proud cock fill him up wasn’t bliss already, so heady a feeling that Goodnight’s gasps were turning into desperate sobs more and more. His cock twitched between his belly and the mattress, heavy and pulsing and begging for attention, but held down like this he couldn’t do more than rut against the sheets a little with the force of Billy’s thrusts. God, he was so hard it hurt.
“*Billy*,” Goodnight moaned, “oh god please Billy, touch me, *please*.”
“Yessss,” the string of low explosions of pleasure that had started took on a harder, more satisfying edge at the earnest begging and Billy forgot he’d been holding something, moaning as he dropped that hand next to Goody’s ear to hold his weight as he pressed his chest to his lover’s back, slamming his hips hard and fast as he felt Goody’s ass getting slick with the seed he was slowly jerking into him, getting delirious with hearing Goody’s voice going ever higher as his other hand managed to get between the creaking bed and Goody’s cock to squeeze.
Goodnight groaned as Billy’s hand around his cock tightened, heat blazing through him as he listened to the slick sounds of their fucking, feeling Billy’s cum wet his balls and inner thighs. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Goodnight moaned into the sheets, turning his face to nuzzle Billy’s hand. He could feel his orgasm building inside him, pulled to the surface by Billy’s talented fingers, and he pushed eagerly into it, rocking his hips as pleasure prickled on his skin. But it wasn’t enough.
“Please, Billy,” Goodnight begged, open-mouthed and panting. “Please, please, please…”
Billy shivered helplessly, “That’s it, keep begging me, Goody” with a grip at Goody’s waist and another on his shoulders to keep them together, he jerked himself to his knees, Goody in his lap with his head thrown back over Billy’s shoulder as Billy thrust his hips up hard, while he was still stiff enough, “Spread open and begging, beautiful. Open your mouth,” Keeping his gloved hand gripping Goody’s waist against his thrusts, he pushed his free hand at Goody’s mouth, unsurprised at the eager moan before that skilled tongue was quickly sucking saliva over his palm. A few passes and he dropped his hand to fist around Goody’s cock, setting up a tight, ruthlessly fast rhythm.
“Billy, Billy, Billy, please,” Goodnight whined, hips jerking frantically, greedy for every little bit of friction. He could feel Billy soften inside him, more cum leaking out, slicking the glide of their bodies. He could smell it now, too - the heavy, sweaty scent of sex, like spice on his tongue, or maybe that was Billy’s hand, Billy. Billy inside him, around him, everywhere. The whole world seemed to consist of nothing but him and Billy, together on a bed, and yet it still seemed full, stuffed to the brim. Too much. Too much, Billy, it’s too much, I can’t… he didn’t realize he was babbling until Billy shushed him. “So beautiful, Goody… so good.”
Billy’s thumb flicked the tip of Goody’s cock and his hand squeezed hard for half a second of pressure and wet slide, and his lover gasped and cried out, spilling over Billy’s fingers.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Give me everything, nae salang. Let me have it all, Goody.” The repeated clench of Goody’s ass tried to push his cock out even as it started to get painfully sensitive and Billy didn’t hold back the moan burning his throat at listening to Goody’s slowly fading cries, at feeling his desperate use of Billy’s body to fuck himself through ecstasy.
Goodnight finally relaxed, his body collapsing against Billy bonelessly as he turned his head and pressed his lips dazedly to Billy’s throat, “Worth every second, cher.”
Snorting at the lazy words, Billy took a last stroke at Goody’s almost-soft cock before pulling away his now-filthy hand. He stared at the milky streaks covering his fingers, a smirk growing on his lips, then turned his head to look at Goody. He was still awake, but his eyes were closed as Billy brought his hand up and touched his index gently to Goody’s bottom lip before speaking quietly, “Do I have to put my glove back on for you to lick me clean?”
Goodnight chuckled, slowly opening his eyes. “Not at all, cher, but let me lie down first. Old bones and all…,” he mumbled sleepily, sliding from Billy’s lap as he said it. He took Billy’s wrist to pull him along, and it took a bit of maneuvering but he finally had Billy on top of him, face to face, their sweat-slick chests pressed together and an ankle hooked over Billy’s knee. He looked beautiful like this, with the pleasure they had shared still shining in his eyes and a soft smile he probably wasn’t even aware of on his lips. Goodnight couldn’t help but take the moment to steal a kiss, soft and long.
“Now, cher,” he whispered eventually. “You said something about a treat?”
try Option 1: Billy gets taken apart http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/826127.html
By wanderingsmith and Joline
Summary: Plot? no plot here.
Section 2
Option 2: Goody gets his ride
He was *not* nineteen, for fuck’s sake! He should have more self-control than to be all but wailing from a just a few minutes of nothing but Goody’s damned *tongue* fucking him! He felt fingers press him open, slip-sliding with how wet with spit he was, yet resisting sliding *in*, and he shuddered, trying to slow his breath. It didn’t stop him from almost crashing headlong into orgasm when that soft tongue slid in, deeper than before.
“Goody! If you-” it felt *odd* when fingers and tongue left him, still open and throbbing, but almost able to breathe. He started to say more when Goody wrapped his lips around the loose skin and *sucked*.
He managed to clamp a hand at the base of his cock, making his lips shape words “Stop! If you want this, *stop*!”
Goodnight didn’t stop. Instead, he smirked around his mouthful, prying Billy’s cheeks apart with his thumbs, opening him up again. “Want you more,” he whispered into the burning hot flesh and dragged his tongue tantalizingly slow along the inside of the rim. Not deep, just enough for Billy to feel it - and he felt it clearly, judging by the way he was biting out curses in two languages as he thrashed, trying to hold back, gripping his cock so hard it had to hurt.
“Goody, I *can’t* -” Billy pulled Goody’s hair with his free hand, but it was too short to get any real leverage. But he was too close to the edge, if he didn’t stop now he’d fall. Desperately, he tried to close his legs, squeezing Goody’s shoulders between his thighs.
Goodnight retaliated by sliding in a wet finger, giving the spot inside Billy a decisive rub.
When he felt Goody’s shoulder drop out of his leg lock, Billy snarled desperately and bit his lip as hard as he could. Goody knew him too well: he expected a hard rub to send Billy over the edge. And would ignore his own need so he could lay there and feel Billy lose it around his finger. Billy focused on his bleeding lip, clamped his fingers painfully hard and flashed a dozen ugly images through his mind for the few seconds before Goody’s finger went still.
And then jerked his hips up off Goody’s mouth and his leg over Goody’s head, scrambling around before Goody got his hands under him, and sat on his lover’s ass and reached to tug his arms behind his back.
“Oh no, you don’t, nae salang, I’ve warned you about torturing me,” he grinned at the pithy swearwords being huffed through Goody’s laughter as he wriggled, rubbing them together rather than even attempting to escape, “I might not last long enough to take you with me, but you *will* get that ride.” He leaned down to growl, “And if you beg my forgiveness prettily enough, I’ll even let go your hands so you can fist yourself while I’m still inside you.”
Goodnight huffed a little. He hadn’t expected the sudden change of position - and had actually been rather looking forward to seeing Billy succumb to pleasure - but this was nice too. Still, he couldn’t help the challenge in his eyes. “Well, you know what they say, mon cher. If you have them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow. And I admit you have the stubbornness of a donkey when it comes to self-control. But…”
He wriggled a little, shooting a pointed smirk at Billy’s flushed cock that looked about to explode from the gentlest of touches. “- I doubt it’ll even be worth my time.”
Billy’s mouth dropped open at the insult for just one heartbeat as his pride snarled before his head kicked in and he started laughing, “Oh you are *asking* for it, you old swindler!” he ignored the wordless squawk at the nickname, keeping both Goody’s hands out of trouble with a solid grip as he used his teeth to undo the snap of the glove to take it off his free hand, and then reached for the little bottle of oil on the dresser.
Sitting back down on Goody’s thighs, he couldn’t help enjoying the view and briefly thinking of only slicking *himself* and sliding in, slow and tight… the abandoned sobs that being worked open with Billy’s cock brought out in Goody had quite literally made it into his dreams.
But his little stunt hadn’t put near enough of a dent in how aroused he was. He wasn’t about to prove the man right by spending on his asscheeks. …At least not today.
“Having a problem, my love?”
Billy didn’t bother answering the taunt, instead pouring some oil in the hollow at the small of his lover’s back, putting away the bottle, and dipping a couple fingers of his free hand before slipping them down and in.
Goodnight moaned shamelessly, shuddering as he relished the familiar touch and lifted his hips to present his backside more fully to Billy. He couldn’t help himself, he was horny enough for his cock to throb almost painfully; and it was just so easy to surrender himself to Billy, his words and gentleness and the trust they shared. Billy’s weight bearing down on him, the closeness of his heated body, his hands and attention focused on Goodnight like nothing else in the world existed… all of it was addictive. He’d need to be careful, or he’d spend before Billy got his cock anywhere near his greedy hole.
But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Not with the delicious drag of Billy’s fingers inside him, teasing increasingly desperate noises from him.
Billy almost got distracted enough by those pale cheeks to let go his grip on Goody’s wrists. For all Goody complained his ass was getting flat as he got older, all Billy knew was that he loved stretching his fingers around the heft of riding muscles. ..Almost as much as as he enjoyed driving his hips against it as his cock was clutched by the slick hole offered up and begging.
“Begging so pretty,” his voice slipped out tight as he watched shudders ripple down Goody’s back, “Sounds like your time’s about done.” He tightened his grip on Goody’s wrists before pulling his fingers out and through the oil before sliding three fingers in and twisting slowly. The choked wail and hard jerk of reaction made *him* twitch, but he was stubborn enough to manage to tease, however roughly, “Something you want to ask, Goodnight?”
Goodnight groaned into the mattress and shoved his ass onto Billy’s fingers as best as he could. Which was barely enough. Tingling pleasure radiated through his lower body from where the rim of his hole was slowly persuaded to open up. Not that it was needed - none of this was new, and Goodnight and his hole enjoyed the proceedings very much. But he wasn’t far enough gone to beg mindlessly yet, even though he knew how much Billy loved it. Goodnight shot him a smirk over his shoulder and tugged at his arms for the first time, testing Billy’s grip. “Ask?” he drawled lazily. “No, not a thing. Although now that I think about it…” he let his gaze slide down Billy’s body speculatively, but couldn’t see much from his position. “Have you spilled like a schoolboy while I wasn’t looking? Or -” he clenched around Billy’s fingers, gripping them tightly, “- are you finally ready to make me shout your name?”
Billy grinned through the catch in his breath at the feeling, “You’d look lovely with my seed all over those white cheeks,” he gave Goody’s wrists a quick squeeze when his lover wriggled them again, “And you’d still have to beg me to let you finish yourself.”
Goody shook with laughter under him, “Billy-”
Using the same hand he’d trailed idly through the oil, Billy had silently guided his cockhead to Goody’s twitching hole and now pushed in, changing Goody’s retort to a loud moan. He knew he’d slicked Goody enough, hungry as they both were: he moved slow but he didn’t hesitate. He’d known he really *wasn’t* going to last and he *would* love to hear his lover shout his name, or actually beg him, but a frustratingly gentle pulsing up his cock he couldn’t stop even as he pulled back with a grunt and thrust again, hard, looking for the angle to give Goody what pleasure he could, meant he really was going to leave his man unsatisfied.
“I’d rather you finish me.” Goodnight panted into the mattress, gasping whenever a slight change of angle brought Billy’s strokes closer to *that* spot. Not that having Billy’s proud cock fill him up wasn’t bliss already, so heady a feeling that Goodnight’s gasps were turning into desperate sobs more and more. His cock twitched between his belly and the mattress, heavy and pulsing and begging for attention, but held down like this he couldn’t do more than rut against the sheets a little with the force of Billy’s thrusts. God, he was so hard it hurt.
“*Billy*,” Goodnight moaned, “oh god please Billy, touch me, *please*.”
“Yessss,” the string of low explosions of pleasure that had started took on a harder, more satisfying edge at the earnest begging and Billy forgot he’d been holding something, moaning as he dropped that hand next to Goody’s ear to hold his weight as he pressed his chest to his lover’s back, slamming his hips hard and fast as he felt Goody’s ass getting slick with the seed he was slowly jerking into him, getting delirious with hearing Goody’s voice going ever higher as his other hand managed to get between the creaking bed and Goody’s cock to squeeze.
Goodnight groaned as Billy’s hand around his cock tightened, heat blazing through him as he listened to the slick sounds of their fucking, feeling Billy’s cum wet his balls and inner thighs. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Goodnight moaned into the sheets, turning his face to nuzzle Billy’s hand. He could feel his orgasm building inside him, pulled to the surface by Billy’s talented fingers, and he pushed eagerly into it, rocking his hips as pleasure prickled on his skin. But it wasn’t enough.
“Please, Billy,” Goodnight begged, open-mouthed and panting. “Please, please, please…”
Billy shivered helplessly, “That’s it, keep begging me, Goody” with a grip at Goody’s waist and another on his shoulders to keep them together, he jerked himself to his knees, Goody in his lap with his head thrown back over Billy’s shoulder as Billy thrust his hips up hard, while he was still stiff enough, “Spread open and begging, beautiful. Open your mouth,” Keeping his gloved hand gripping Goody’s waist against his thrusts, he pushed his free hand at Goody’s mouth, unsurprised at the eager moan before that skilled tongue was quickly sucking saliva over his palm. A few passes and he dropped his hand to fist around Goody’s cock, setting up a tight, ruthlessly fast rhythm.
“Billy, Billy, Billy, please,” Goodnight whined, hips jerking frantically, greedy for every little bit of friction. He could feel Billy soften inside him, more cum leaking out, slicking the glide of their bodies. He could smell it now, too - the heavy, sweaty scent of sex, like spice on his tongue, or maybe that was Billy’s hand, Billy. Billy inside him, around him, everywhere. The whole world seemed to consist of nothing but him and Billy, together on a bed, and yet it still seemed full, stuffed to the brim. Too much. Too much, Billy, it’s too much, I can’t… he didn’t realize he was babbling until Billy shushed him. “So beautiful, Goody… so good.”
Billy’s thumb flicked the tip of Goody’s cock and his hand squeezed hard for half a second of pressure and wet slide, and his lover gasped and cried out, spilling over Billy’s fingers.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Give me everything, nae salang. Let me have it all, Goody.” The repeated clench of Goody’s ass tried to push his cock out even as it started to get painfully sensitive and Billy didn’t hold back the moan burning his throat at listening to Goody’s slowly fading cries, at feeling his desperate use of Billy’s body to fuck himself through ecstasy.
Goodnight finally relaxed, his body collapsing against Billy bonelessly as he turned his head and pressed his lips dazedly to Billy’s throat, “Worth every second, cher.”
Snorting at the lazy words, Billy took a last stroke at Goody’s almost-soft cock before pulling away his now-filthy hand. He stared at the milky streaks covering his fingers, a smirk growing on his lips, then turned his head to look at Goody. He was still awake, but his eyes were closed as Billy brought his hand up and touched his index gently to Goody’s bottom lip before speaking quietly, “Do I have to put my glove back on for you to lick me clean?”
Goodnight chuckled, slowly opening his eyes. “Not at all, cher, but let me lie down first. Old bones and all…,” he mumbled sleepily, sliding from Billy’s lap as he said it. He took Billy’s wrist to pull him along, and it took a bit of maneuvering but he finally had Billy on top of him, face to face, their sweat-slick chests pressed together and an ankle hooked over Billy’s knee. He looked beautiful like this, with the pleasure they had shared still shining in his eyes and a soft smile he probably wasn’t even aware of on his lips. Goodnight couldn’t help but take the moment to steal a kiss, soft and long.
“Now, cher,” he whispered eventually. “You said something about a treat?”
try Option 1: Billy gets taken apart http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/826127.html