Fic: Testosterone Boys
Title: Testosterone Boys
Author: darkwords_ifind
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 180
Pairing: Will/Finn
Warnings: PWP drabble, not explicit
Summary: Shameless sexing
A/N: Just wanted to write some smut. Second person POV. Short and sweet, hope you enjoy.
Soft mattress underneath you, muscular body on top.
Hot breath on your throat.
Big, warm hand on your crotch.
Biting, sucking, kissing.
Shirt off, hands trailing your ribs.
Bodies spark against each other.
Fingers tangle in your curly hair, pressing your face closer, holding your body closer.
Fervent hips grinding, breaths hasten.
Belt off, jeans unbuttoned, then down to your knees.
Oh God.
Licking, slurping, holy fuck, hot and wet.
Moaning, calling out, eyes roll back.
Hips rocking, hands grasping dark hair, your eyes meet.
They say a million things in silence for just a moment.
Then back to business.
Fingers explore, inducing a groan.
Body flips, hands grasp your hips, two become one.
Your face pressed against the pillows, muffling the moans escaping your lips.
Heated friction, nails biting skin, pressure building.
A long groan, followed by “Fuck, Will...”
Collapsing on the bed, bodies still tangled.
He falls into position behind you.
Hands meet, his head buries in your neck.
He kisses your back before falling into sleep.
You kiss his hand and place it to your chest.
Sleep.
Author: darkwords_ifind
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 180
Pairing: Will/Finn
Warnings: PWP drabble, not explicit
Summary: Shameless sexing
A/N: Just wanted to write some smut. Second person POV. Short and sweet, hope you enjoy.
Soft mattress underneath you, muscular body on top.
Hot breath on your throat.
Big, warm hand on your crotch.
Biting, sucking, kissing.
Shirt off, hands trailing your ribs.
Bodies spark against each other.
Fingers tangle in your curly hair, pressing your face closer, holding your body closer.
Fervent hips grinding, breaths hasten.
Belt off, jeans unbuttoned, then down to your knees.
Oh God.
Licking, slurping, holy fuck, hot and wet.
Moaning, calling out, eyes roll back.
Hips rocking, hands grasping dark hair, your eyes meet.
They say a million things in silence for just a moment.
Then back to business.
Fingers explore, inducing a groan.
Body flips, hands grasp your hips, two become one.
Your face pressed against the pillows, muffling the moans escaping your lips.
Heated friction, nails biting skin, pressure building.
A long groan, followed by “Fuck, Will...”
Collapsing on the bed, bodies still tangled.
He falls into position behind you.
Hands meet, his head buries in your neck.
He kisses your back before falling into sleep.
You kiss his hand and place it to your chest.
Sleep.