Matt, Death Note - m/anyonemjeevasJuly 23 2011, 03:11:03 UTC
The collar felt conspicuous when he first stepped out of the elevator but the feeling died with the next person he came to. He hadn't spent much time trying to bypass this. Fucking another human being in a hotel full of lust infested bodies wasn't the challenge. Death wasn't something he felt closing around him tonight, even the threat of time running out just meant it'd feel more meaningless than it had before. His hand closed over the other's shoulder, turning the person toward him as he came a few seconds short of a kiss. He touched the collar the person wore instead, grabbed at it, his gloved fingers closing over the metal. "I'm not going to die in this," he mentioned, expecting to be understood. "You're not either, are you?" He didn't wait for an answer before jerking their mouths together despite the way his goggles were shoved against his face when they collided.
He feels and tastes each of the shocks that run through her. They're in her kiss and they're against his hand as it runs over her scantily dressed body to grip what exists of her clothes and keep her close. Everything that's familiar about them makes this easier. It's too simple to pull back from the kiss, let her go, and lead her to the wall. He pins here there without touching her and leans close. "Take off your clothes," he prompts and she's a lot worse off than him but he's selfish and the idea of watching shaking fingers strip what she's wearing down to skin appeals to him.
Sexuality exists like a threat, something to withhold, his hand against the wall while he's so close to her that he can take her need and makes it his instead of the collar's.
"You're stupid for not stopping someone before it got to this," he tells her, half wondering if she'll die while he's fucking her or before he gets a chance to be inside her.
It's not that he wants to be in control, he just wants to see if she'll do it. It's interesting to see how far people can be pushed and even now, with the shocks pulling their painful way through her, the fact that she still does what he asks surprises him. Her feelings shine through but he doesn't apologize for the wait, watching her undress instead and when there's nothing between his hands and her but his gloves he finally feels satisfied. He goes easily when she pulls him in and he kisses her back just as hard, his hands moving over her bare skin and recreating the memory of her body inside himself
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He crowds her to the wall, his hands sweeping over skin and tracing out the shape of her body with too much familiarity and a lack of interest in what she actually wants because there's only one way to go with this. But the way she grabs on to him makes him aware of how her collar hurts her. He can't do anything about it but awareness of the collars grows in his head. She's not human and it hurts her just as badly as if she were. He doesn't want to think of how that will feel if he lets this go on. He won't, her desperation echoes in everything and he lets it catch hold of him too.
But kissing doesn't take the edge of lust away. He takes her arm when she lets go of his prick and turns her, pulling her back against his chest. "I'm going to fuck you like this," he tells her, his words against her neck, leaving a kiss behind with them. He nudges her cunt from behind with his dick held tightly in his hand and rubs it against her with suggestion in each tense second held between them.
He was moving into her even before the please and he shoved harder inside her when she voiced it, pushing her roughly into the wall in the action. They were impossible to ignore out here in the open but leaving would take too much effort and time. He kissed her wrist, feeling the tug of her fingers in his hair, his hand around her breast and squeezing painfully with each thrust inside her. Death was the way the shocks ran through her body but he hoped that it was him she was more aware of, shoving in deeper until he was sure he could feel her choking everything around him.
The way her hips moved back against him just made him want her more. He fucked her and wanted her and it was a vicious cycle that was only just barely highlighted by the colors around their necks.
Every noise she made and every push of her hips just drove him further inside her. He didn't know what he thought of her past this lust and that was fine because lust was in everything and right now she looked sweet against him. He used her like a fucktoy to shove into and he held her tight enough for it to feel impossible to let go.
The wall was hard against his shoulder and his hand slid to her arm so that he was gripping it instead of her chest, pulling her almost in half as he leaned over her to kiss her neck, licking along her spine.
Luka had been preoccupied before he was unceremoniously grabbed by the other man, tugged close to him and yanked into a kiss. It was a combination of pacing around the room, cursing to himself, glaring at any and all passersby- someone had to help him. Anyone.
Then he heard Matt's voice, and he had been about to mutter an answer when like a very sudden saving grace, his lips were mashed with the other man's. He forgot his answer. His mouth opened and he reciprocated, feeling suddenly adventurous when the other option was a terrible death.
"Nope," he muttered, in a moment he could break the kiss.
Matt didn't let go. He didn't step back either, waiting a few seconds after the man's answer before kissing him again. Hard, still keeping his grip on the collar as if it were the only thing that kept the other man with him. "Good. I didn't want to run into someone who wasn't going to understand. You've got my life in your hands right now," he shoved the other hand between the man's legs, cupping him roughly. "And I've got yours."
The collar felt too constricting, as if it were shrinking down around his neck and making it harder to breathe. Matt couldn't stop wanting to kiss this stranger, in the name of danger, in the name of last chances.
He let out a low groan as Matt's hand slid between his legs, feeling swept away by things- amazing how little he cared about the fact that his sudden partner was a man, something that he never would have agreed to under normal circumstances... or at least, not without a lot of convincing involved.
Feeling his collar constricting tighter and tighter beneath his scarf had an amazing emboldening effect on him, and he was fully open to each frenzied kiss with barely any hesitance at all. He stumbled along the wall, feeling around for the doorknob of the nearest room.
"No, let's not hurry," he decided, hating the way death tried to dictate his movements with the hard grip around his neck. It was oppressive but he could ignore it for a while. When Luka opened the door, he stepped in with him but stopped just a few feet in to pull the man to him again. Their bodies hit, his back shoved against the frame of the door. "We're not going to die, remember?" He kissed him again, pulling the stranger's pants open to shove them down his thighs.
The look he gave him attempted to push against the necessity of sex to actually want him. There wasn't lust yet, there was just an aware of another human being and the way it felt to touch him. His hand closed around the man's prick and he touched him carelessly, more concerned with how their mouths were so close and how tempting it was to bring the man against him and feel him pressing in like a shadow on his mind.
"Ahh..." It sounded like a cross between surprise and relief as they were so close again, the stranger's hand clutching his quickly hardening erection. The stranger may have claimed to be taking his time, but it still seemed like a whirlwind for Luka. His eyes drifted half closed and the warm pleasure surging through his body served to give him courage.
He leaned forward, closing the inches between them to press his mouth to the other man's, the same way he would a woman. One deep kiss, another at the corner, a nibble on his lip to urge him into more as his hips pressed into him, pushing him further into the stranger's hand.
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Sexuality exists like a threat, something to withhold, his hand against the wall while he's so close to her that he can take her need and makes it his instead of the collar's.
"You're stupid for not stopping someone before it got to this," he tells her, half wondering if she'll die while he's fucking her or before he gets a chance to be inside her.
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But kissing doesn't take the edge of lust away. He takes her arm when she lets go of his prick and turns her, pulling her back against his chest. "I'm going to fuck you like this," he tells her, his words against her neck, leaving a kiss behind with them. He nudges her cunt from behind with his dick held tightly in his hand and rubs it against her with suggestion in each tense second held between them.
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The way her hips moved back against him just made him want her more. He fucked her and wanted her and it was a vicious cycle that was only just barely highlighted by the colors around their necks.
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The wall was hard against his shoulder and his hand slid to her arm so that he was gripping it instead of her chest, pulling her almost in half as he leaned over her to kiss her neck, licking along her spine.
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Then he heard Matt's voice, and he had been about to mutter an answer when like a very sudden saving grace, his lips were mashed with the other man's. He forgot his answer. His mouth opened and he reciprocated, feeling suddenly adventurous when the other option was a terrible death.
"Nope," he muttered, in a moment he could break the kiss.
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The collar felt too constricting, as if it were shrinking down around his neck and making it harder to breathe. Matt couldn't stop wanting to kiss this stranger, in the name of danger, in the name of last chances.
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Feeling his collar constricting tighter and tighter beneath his scarf had an amazing emboldening effect on him, and he was fully open to each frenzied kiss with barely any hesitance at all. He stumbled along the wall, feeling around for the doorknob of the nearest room.
"We should... ah... hurry, if we're gonna..."
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The look he gave him attempted to push against the necessity of sex to actually want him. There wasn't lust yet, there was just an aware of another human being and the way it felt to touch him. His hand closed around the man's prick and he touched him carelessly, more concerned with how their mouths were so close and how tempting it was to bring the man against him and feel him pressing in like a shadow on his mind.
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He leaned forward, closing the inches between them to press his mouth to the other man's, the same way he would a woman. One deep kiss, another at the corner, a nibble on his lip to urge him into more as his hips pressed into him, pushing him further into the stranger's hand.
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