Open (X-Men Movieverse, John/Bobby)
Title: Open
Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse)
Characters: John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake
Prompt: 039 - Taste
Word Count: 418
Rating: NC-17
Bobby will admit he’s a little out of his league. He distantly wonders if John feels the same way, although he doubts it. John has always been vocal about his experience, always quick to mock Bobby’s lack of it.
So Bobby presses on because he doesn’t want to feel like an idiot and, God, it feels better than he could have imagined to hear John making noises like that. Like he could just shake apart under Bobby’s hands and tongue, and Bobby has no idea what he’s doing but he guesses he can’t be doing that badly as John’s hands fist in the sheets.
It’s still a little strange, opening his mouth around John, taking him in, a little overwhelming, but not jarring like it had been at first. He’s settling into it quickly, finding a rhythm, pushing himself further, and it doesn’t feel bad or anything, and Bobby wonders briefly what that says about him. He still has to hold John’s hips pinned against the mattress, because John’s getting a little wild with it and Bobby is still figuring everything out as he goes along.
The skin in his mouth is hot and it yields to his tongue at the head and feels tight and strong along the shaft, and Bobby’s getting kind of dizzy and his hips shift restlessly against the mattress. He wants to feel it for himself, but he’s oddly content to be where he is, and he can’t think about that, not now.
Not when John makes a strangled noise that could be Bobby’s name and is probably a warning, and then taste explodes across Bobby’s tongue and he jerks back in surprise.
It’s salty, sort of bitter, but it isn’t completely unpleasant, and Bobby wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and feels moisture smear across his cheek. He feels strangely aware of his lips, and they feel swollen, abused, and Bobby can’t really see properly because there’s darkness around the edge of his vision, flames licking his sight.
He can see John through the haze and he looks flushed, chest heaving, and Bobby licks his lips and realises he’s tasting John, John’s lust, something Bobby inspired in him, and it feels gratifying and huge, a major turning point in Bobby’s life. Except he can’t really think about that, or anything, as he slumps forward, pressing himself against John’s side, needing pressure and friction and savouring the taste and the feel of John dazedly sliding his hand between Bobby’s legs.
Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse)
Characters: John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake
Prompt: 039 - Taste
Word Count: 418
Rating: NC-17
Bobby will admit he’s a little out of his league. He distantly wonders if John feels the same way, although he doubts it. John has always been vocal about his experience, always quick to mock Bobby’s lack of it.
So Bobby presses on because he doesn’t want to feel like an idiot and, God, it feels better than he could have imagined to hear John making noises like that. Like he could just shake apart under Bobby’s hands and tongue, and Bobby has no idea what he’s doing but he guesses he can’t be doing that badly as John’s hands fist in the sheets.
It’s still a little strange, opening his mouth around John, taking him in, a little overwhelming, but not jarring like it had been at first. He’s settling into it quickly, finding a rhythm, pushing himself further, and it doesn’t feel bad or anything, and Bobby wonders briefly what that says about him. He still has to hold John’s hips pinned against the mattress, because John’s getting a little wild with it and Bobby is still figuring everything out as he goes along.
The skin in his mouth is hot and it yields to his tongue at the head and feels tight and strong along the shaft, and Bobby’s getting kind of dizzy and his hips shift restlessly against the mattress. He wants to feel it for himself, but he’s oddly content to be where he is, and he can’t think about that, not now.
Not when John makes a strangled noise that could be Bobby’s name and is probably a warning, and then taste explodes across Bobby’s tongue and he jerks back in surprise.
It’s salty, sort of bitter, but it isn’t completely unpleasant, and Bobby wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and feels moisture smear across his cheek. He feels strangely aware of his lips, and they feel swollen, abused, and Bobby can’t really see properly because there’s darkness around the edge of his vision, flames licking his sight.
He can see John through the haze and he looks flushed, chest heaving, and Bobby licks his lips and realises he’s tasting John, John’s lust, something Bobby inspired in him, and it feels gratifying and huge, a major turning point in Bobby’s life. Except he can’t really think about that, or anything, as he slumps forward, pressing himself against John’s side, needing pressure and friction and savouring the taste and the feel of John dazedly sliding his hand between Bobby’s legs.