I hope this is what the OP wanted. There's no real plot behind this. -shame-
anonymous
June 6 2011, 06:09:37 UTC
The mirror is misted over at the edges where he grips it, the heat and sweat making his fingers slip and catch. Each press forward brings him closer, fogging it over with exhaled breath and body heat, sweat dripping from his bangs to roll down its cool surface.
“Billllyyyy,” he moans, breath catching in his throat, knees weak. It's almost too much, the warm and fevered kisses across his shoulder blades, the slow friction, the mage's breath hot against his skin.
A particularly hard thrust jars him, one hand slipping until Billy's free hand covers it, fingers twining and stabilizing him as they move together. His other arm is wrapped across Teddy's chest for better leverage, and Teddy pushes back to meet every thrust. A voice not his moans softly, then hitches when Teddy clenches around him.
“Teddy.” The shape-shifter shivers as Billy's lips brush his ear, rhythm of his hips never ceasing. “Teddy,” Billy whispers again, punctuating it with a nip. “Open your eyes.”
He doesn't know when he closed them, but the sight that greets him is almost overwhelming. Their bodies move in tandem, skin slick and muscles quivering with each touch. Brown eyes meet blue, pupils blown wide, and Billy smirks as his hand slides from his chest down to where Teddy aches to have it the most. Sweat rolls a path down Billy's temple, and he cannot resist the impulse to crane his neck and trace the wake with his tongue.
“Teddyyyyy,” he gasps, turning their heads so their mouths meet, frantic and impatient. Their movements are quicker now, Billy stroking in time to each insistent press. Teddy's hips jerk, a muffled curse following which is swallowed by Billy's eager mouth. He breaks the kiss, panting.
“Look,” he says, nudging the blonde's cheek with his nose. “I want you to see.” And Teddy does, because how can he refuse when Billy asks like -that-? He watches, watches as sweat beads along his boyfriend's hairline, watches as his hips jerk into the tightness of Billy's fist, watches as Billy thrusts one final time before he comes, back arching as he bites down on Teddy's shoulder to muffle his groan. Billy's hand never ceases, and he watches through half-open eyes as his hips stutter then hold, splattering the mirror as he is stroked to completion.
“Billllyyyy,” he moans, breath catching in his throat, knees weak. It's almost too much, the warm and fevered kisses across his shoulder blades, the slow friction, the mage's breath hot against his skin.
A particularly hard thrust jars him, one hand slipping until Billy's free hand covers it, fingers twining and stabilizing him as they move together. His other arm is wrapped across Teddy's chest for better leverage, and Teddy pushes back to meet every thrust. A voice not his moans softly, then hitches when Teddy clenches around him.
“Teddy.” The shape-shifter shivers as Billy's lips brush his ear, rhythm of his hips never ceasing. “Teddy,” Billy whispers again, punctuating it with a nip. “Open your eyes.”
He doesn't know when he closed them, but the sight that greets him is almost overwhelming. Their bodies move in tandem, skin slick and muscles quivering with each touch. Brown eyes meet blue, pupils blown wide, and Billy smirks as his hand slides from his chest down to where Teddy aches to have it the most. Sweat rolls a path down Billy's temple, and he cannot resist the impulse to crane his neck and trace the wake with his tongue.
“Teddyyyyy,” he gasps, turning their heads so their mouths meet, frantic and impatient. Their movements are quicker now, Billy stroking in time to each insistent press. Teddy's hips jerk, a muffled curse following which is swallowed by Billy's eager mouth. He breaks the kiss, panting.
“Look,” he says, nudging the blonde's cheek with his nose. “I want you to see.” And Teddy does, because how can he refuse when Billy asks like -that-? He watches, watches as sweat beads along his boyfriend's hairline, watches as his hips jerk into the tightness of Billy's fist, watches as Billy thrusts one final time before he comes, back arching as he bites down on Teddy's shoulder to muffle his groan. Billy's hand never ceases, and he watches through half-open eyes as his hips stutter then hold, splattering the mirror as he is stroked to completion.
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