Silences
Title: Silences
Author: Khirsah
Pairing: Bill/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for the Come Shots challenge on Pornish Pixies.
***
Against the kitchen island, hard rim digging unforgivably into his back, he arches his hips
with the rough thrust of his lover's cock. Bill's buried within him, balls slapping wetly
against the curve of his ass, prick shoved up within his tight body and pulsing against the
sore nub of his prostate. The thick length of it slips past his grasping hole as Bill switches
the angle, then fucks in deeper.
There's a liquid glide of flesh, a squelch of two bodies shifting at their axis as Bill moves,
the faint outline of his rutting prick just barely visible along the flat curve of Charlie's
stomach. His rough fingers curl about Charlie's hips, lifting him, driving him back
against the edge of the island. It's digging into the low curve of his spine, rubbing it raw
as Charlie wraps his legs around Bill's waist and thrusts himself onto his flushed shaft.
Charlie can feel his hole opening with each sobbing thrust, is aware of the way the
puckered skin clamps down about Bill's cock, drawing him in with hungry little
increments. He's aware of Bill's thick hair in his fists and the wet curl of pubic hair
sliding against his ass. He smells come and the lingering stench of syrup, can taste the
final traces of it on Bill's tongue as it pushes into his mouth like a smaller cock. He's
speared on them both, laid open and raw, rutting savagely. He bites his lover's tongue,
pressing in closer, rubbing their flat little nipples together as he jerks his hips in a tight
circle.
"More!" Charlie gasps, teeth raking across Bill's tongue, body tightening. He can feel the
gathered desperation of orgasm, can feel the sharp sparks exploding around him. He
thrashes, snarling as Bill shoves him back.
Bill's thrusts slow for a moment as his hands glide down. Charlie lifts his thighs up,
pressing them to his chest and holding himself open for Bill, hole vulnerable and
quivering as Bill slides his thumbnail along the rim. "Come for me, baby," Bill murmurs,
voice hoarse. He shifts his angle then begins to move again, cockhead pushing against the
white pain of Charlie's prostate. His nails dig into the sensitive flesh of his pucker,
sliding against the throbbing of his own cock before slowly gliding in. The very tips of
his thumbs push alongside his cock, opening Charlie obscenely. Charlie can feel the air
against his passage, can feel the hitch of Bill's body against his own as his balls quiver,
cock jerking, body tightening. "Come," Bill whispers.
Charlie tosses his head back and howls silently, mouth open and face contorting as
orgasm flashes through him with the violence of a curse. His head jerks, mouth working
on wordless cries and, in the silence, he can hear Bill fucking him, can hear the wet glide
of their bodies, can hear, somehow, the come bursting from the head of his prick until he
collapses back into the silence, husked out and empty.
Author: Khirsah
Pairing: Bill/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for the Come Shots challenge on Pornish Pixies.
***
Against the kitchen island, hard rim digging unforgivably into his back, he arches his hips
with the rough thrust of his lover's cock. Bill's buried within him, balls slapping wetly
against the curve of his ass, prick shoved up within his tight body and pulsing against the
sore nub of his prostate. The thick length of it slips past his grasping hole as Bill switches
the angle, then fucks in deeper.
There's a liquid glide of flesh, a squelch of two bodies shifting at their axis as Bill moves,
the faint outline of his rutting prick just barely visible along the flat curve of Charlie's
stomach. His rough fingers curl about Charlie's hips, lifting him, driving him back
against the edge of the island. It's digging into the low curve of his spine, rubbing it raw
as Charlie wraps his legs around Bill's waist and thrusts himself onto his flushed shaft.
Charlie can feel his hole opening with each sobbing thrust, is aware of the way the
puckered skin clamps down about Bill's cock, drawing him in with hungry little
increments. He's aware of Bill's thick hair in his fists and the wet curl of pubic hair
sliding against his ass. He smells come and the lingering stench of syrup, can taste the
final traces of it on Bill's tongue as it pushes into his mouth like a smaller cock. He's
speared on them both, laid open and raw, rutting savagely. He bites his lover's tongue,
pressing in closer, rubbing their flat little nipples together as he jerks his hips in a tight
circle.
"More!" Charlie gasps, teeth raking across Bill's tongue, body tightening. He can feel the
gathered desperation of orgasm, can feel the sharp sparks exploding around him. He
thrashes, snarling as Bill shoves him back.
Bill's thrusts slow for a moment as his hands glide down. Charlie lifts his thighs up,
pressing them to his chest and holding himself open for Bill, hole vulnerable and
quivering as Bill slides his thumbnail along the rim. "Come for me, baby," Bill murmurs,
voice hoarse. He shifts his angle then begins to move again, cockhead pushing against the
white pain of Charlie's prostate. His nails dig into the sensitive flesh of his pucker,
sliding against the throbbing of his own cock before slowly gliding in. The very tips of
his thumbs push alongside his cock, opening Charlie obscenely. Charlie can feel the air
against his passage, can feel the hitch of Bill's body against his own as his balls quiver,
cock jerking, body tightening. "Come," Bill whispers.
Charlie tosses his head back and howls silently, mouth open and face contorting as
orgasm flashes through him with the violence of a curse. His head jerks, mouth working
on wordless cries and, in the silence, he can hear Bill fucking him, can hear the wet glide
of their bodies, can hear, somehow, the come bursting from the head of his prick until he
collapses back into the silence, husked out and empty.