[Fic] it's a fucking battle all through the night
Felt like more Cas/Trian, but this time of the non-rapey kind, even though Cas is still a fucking rapist. Set after Trian brainbleached himself.
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Sex with Casimir always seems like it happens inexplicably fast.
They always skip the foreplay, because this whole business (it’s only transaction of sex for companionship, really) seems a little like it already. They spend more time biting and clawing at each other like animals, spend more time trying to force the other to submit while blood slides down the planes of their bodies. It all feels so fast to Trian, fingers yanking his head back by his hair and tongue and teeth dragging across his throat like they’re trying to taste bone through his neck.
This is better than foreplay, because this is feels faster than any foreplay, and they wouldn’t have it without the pounding heartbeats, the quickening breaths, the bruises when they hit the floor, wouldn’t have it any other way except this. Foreplay doesn’t last as long as this, even as Casimir’s hips grind hard against his while his claws grip the back of Casimir’s head until red seeps into blonde. Trian can’t stop Casimir from pressing his body against the wall, claws gouging long slices across his wrists, but that just means he can lean down and bite down hard on Casimir’s ear, running his tongue along the cartilage and tasting heady blood that drives him to try for the neck.
At that, Casimir throws him onto the floor and lowers himself over Trian, but Trian isn’t going to spread for him yet, grinning with a smile stretched too wide over a mouth too small when he hears Casimir groan in pleasure from the burns his hands inflict on Casimir’s body, drawing a line from collarbone to hip. But his moment of superiority is lost when Casimir has him moaning and arching his back, unconsciously allowing his body to let the other mage in even though Casimir always feels too big for him once he’s inside.
They always spend more time fighting than fucking, but they don’t care when they’re both panting with exertion, sex running down their legs.
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Also, stuff looks funny when i copypasta from Word into LJ. I should just type these things straight into LJ like I normally do. Also, i've noticed I've stopped putting AU tags on Cas/Trian. Funny that =\
http://aviy.livejournal.com/241161.html for my own reference. It's pinging me as v important in my soul, but I'm so incoherent atm I can't make head or foot of it.
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Sex with Casimir always seems like it happens inexplicably fast.
They always skip the foreplay, because this whole business (it’s only transaction of sex for companionship, really) seems a little like it already. They spend more time biting and clawing at each other like animals, spend more time trying to force the other to submit while blood slides down the planes of their bodies. It all feels so fast to Trian, fingers yanking his head back by his hair and tongue and teeth dragging across his throat like they’re trying to taste bone through his neck.
This is better than foreplay, because this is feels faster than any foreplay, and they wouldn’t have it without the pounding heartbeats, the quickening breaths, the bruises when they hit the floor, wouldn’t have it any other way except this. Foreplay doesn’t last as long as this, even as Casimir’s hips grind hard against his while his claws grip the back of Casimir’s head until red seeps into blonde. Trian can’t stop Casimir from pressing his body against the wall, claws gouging long slices across his wrists, but that just means he can lean down and bite down hard on Casimir’s ear, running his tongue along the cartilage and tasting heady blood that drives him to try for the neck.
At that, Casimir throws him onto the floor and lowers himself over Trian, but Trian isn’t going to spread for him yet, grinning with a smile stretched too wide over a mouth too small when he hears Casimir groan in pleasure from the burns his hands inflict on Casimir’s body, drawing a line from collarbone to hip. But his moment of superiority is lost when Casimir has him moaning and arching his back, unconsciously allowing his body to let the other mage in even though Casimir always feels too big for him once he’s inside.
They always spend more time fighting than fucking, but they don’t care when they’re both panting with exertion, sex running down their legs.
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Also, stuff looks funny when i copypasta from Word into LJ. I should just type these things straight into LJ like I normally do. Also, i've noticed I've stopped putting AU tags on Cas/Trian. Funny that =\
http://aviy.livejournal.com/241161.html for my own reference. It's pinging me as v important in my soul, but I'm so incoherent atm I can't make head or foot of it.