Needs
Title: Needs
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: R. Ish.
Fandom: Inglourious Basterds
Pairing: Aldo/Donny
Summary: He's not gay. He's not
Warning: Um. Is boysex a warning these days? Teensy bit of bad language, nothing you wouldn't hear in the film
ain't gay
That's what he keeps telling himself, as his hips slam into the wall in front of him. His nails were shredded and bloody from raking down the bricks, and his earlobe radiates heat from where sharp teeth tug on it. Fire pools in his belly as his head is dragged backwards by calloused hands to loll on the other man's shoulder.
ain't gay
The body behind him around him inside him snaps its hips faster, and then he's coming all over the wall, shuddering as his muscles clamp down on the cock buried inside him and he sags against the man holding him flush to the wall, taking the skin off of his stomach and thighs as he falls against the crumbling bricks, pushed forward as the warm feeling in his ass vanished, the man drawing out and retreating, without a word. He waits for the buzzing in his ears to subside before cleaning off and pulling his pants up and his shirt down before he hears 'Donny!' shouted in the same Appalachian accent that growls curses into his ear during secluded moments in the dark, grabbed because they were there.
ain't gay
He keeps telling himself that, he isn't gay, he does it because there aren't many women in the ass-end of the French woodlands and he has needs, but all the denying in the world won't make the feeling of lust pooling in his stomach every time he hears 'Fuck, Donowitz,' hissed in his ear go away.
ain't gay
Ain't gay, just fucking.
ain't gay
(Liar)
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: R. Ish.
Fandom: Inglourious Basterds
Pairing: Aldo/Donny
Summary: He's not gay. He's not
Warning: Um. Is boysex a warning these days? Teensy bit of bad language, nothing you wouldn't hear in the film
ain't gay
That's what he keeps telling himself, as his hips slam into the wall in front of him. His nails were shredded and bloody from raking down the bricks, and his earlobe radiates heat from where sharp teeth tug on it. Fire pools in his belly as his head is dragged backwards by calloused hands to loll on the other man's shoulder.
ain't gay
The body behind him around him inside him snaps its hips faster, and then he's coming all over the wall, shuddering as his muscles clamp down on the cock buried inside him and he sags against the man holding him flush to the wall, taking the skin off of his stomach and thighs as he falls against the crumbling bricks, pushed forward as the warm feeling in his ass vanished, the man drawing out and retreating, without a word. He waits for the buzzing in his ears to subside before cleaning off and pulling his pants up and his shirt down before he hears 'Donny!' shouted in the same Appalachian accent that growls curses into his ear during secluded moments in the dark, grabbed because they were there.
ain't gay
He keeps telling himself that, he isn't gay, he does it because there aren't many women in the ass-end of the French woodlands and he has needs, but all the denying in the world won't make the feeling of lust pooling in his stomach every time he hears 'Fuck, Donowitz,' hissed in his ear go away.
ain't gay
Ain't gay, just fucking.
ain't gay
(Liar)