» Ficlet: “Amar”
Title: Amar
Drabble Series: Vacación (3/5)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mavid sexing
Disclaimer: Fiction
Word Count: 998
Author's Note: It's 6am and I'm going to bed now. Goodnight! ♥
Dull fingernails grasped the pristinely white bedspread as an inhumanly adorable yet sexy mewl escaped his lips, and Cook tilted his head back as his hips were drawn upwards. Breath increasing, he licked at his lips to keep them dry. His stomach danced with pleasure as his lover entered him, already prepared and ready to go, but the Aussie still made sure to make the first pass as gentle and painless as possible. Yet despite his good intentions, he was only reprimanded for going so painstakingly slow.
“Mike,” David called to his lover as if he were a lost child, and he longingly removed his hands from the sheets to reach out for the man he was yearning for. He grabbed at Michael’s toned arms, bringing him further up and closer, deeper. His heart sped up even more-if that was even possible-when he felt their breaths mingling, and he was drowning in his love’s lust-induced, murky gaze.
“You’re so fuckable when you whine like that,” Michael growled lowly, thrusting inward to emphasize his point and causing the younger man to gasp suddenly. Strong, warm calves wound around the Australian’s lower back, urging him further even though such pleas were unnecessary. A pace was quickly established, one that was just a degree above being agonizingly slow, but Michael didn’t care. He loved torturing David when they fucked, loved forcing him to cry out in desperation, loved making him grasp feverishly at the expatriate’s sweat-soaked hair. And the harder he was tugged at, the harder he fucked, garnishing barely audible, guttural moans from the rock star beneath him.
The fire between them was overly palpable, forcing their bodies to coat with a thick layer of sweat and lust, dirtying the sheets of the bed that belonged to neither man. But they didn’t care at this point that they were only borrowing this place, for the rapture that was pooling in their intestines was seething hot, blinding their minds and stiffening their muscles. They were lost in the motions, tumbling into one another over and over carelessly, easily succumbing to the carnal desires. David’s growls became thicker the fiercer their courtship became since it intensified the internal splitting feeling he felt, but that was just part of the game, part of the routine, and he didn’t care if it meant he could have this-if he could have Michael Johns.
Unable to hold out much longer, Michael reached in between them-a task that was harder than it would seem considering how close they were pressed together already-and gripped his fingers around Cook’s length, jerking him feverishly immediately because he lacked enough mindset to do anything more coordinated. David groaned at the nuance of attention, squeezing his eyes shut and eyebrows together as he panted, plump lips parting and panting heavily when the ecstasy suddenly washed over him in torrid, unforgiving waves.
“Mike-!” the rocker yelped as his climax overtook him. His hips shoved upwards out of instinct and unintentionally caused his lover to hit his prostrate dead-on, aptly forcing another cry from his lips. Michael rasped obscenities under his hasty breath once he felt the inevitable tightening around his cock when David came, and he fucked as hard as he could against that burning grasp until it became too much and he was shaking with release. And all at once the elation and excitement that had built up in every fiber of his being was rushing out of him and into David, filling the younger man and claiming him as his own.
Michael weakly slumped forward where he was, falling into the embrace that was awaiting him. He had no choice on the matter, for David’s strong hands pulled him forward, and his arms wrapped around the Aussie’s neck possessively, making it hard for both of them to breathe. The older of the two propped his right arm on the bed to lift himself just enough to press forward and kiss at David’s neck lovingly, coercing him at the same time to loosen his grip at least enough to pull his softening length free from the other man’s body. Cook grumbled at the retraction, hating that feeling greatly, and he had to stretch his legs to be rid of the sudden emptiness he felt. But he didn’t dawdle on the thought for too long because a soft kiss was pressed against his heartthrob tattoo, causing his chest to flutter and his already liquid muscles to melt that much further.
“Hey, Dave,” accented vocals called to him, bringing him out of his happiness-induced, delusional-like state, and he adjusted himself when he felt the other slide into his side and wrap an arm lazily around his torso.
“Yeah?” he whispered back, enjoying the satisfied tone that lingered in both of their voices. That and the blatant exhaustion that was also mixed in, a key figure that would soon overtake the two of them in a matter of a few moments.
“Can we go swimming after lunch?” The words were completely unassuming. Endearingly so, even.
The Idol chuckled at this, always amused by his boyfriend’s child-like tendencies. “Yeah, of course,” he replied while mustering up enough energy to push Michael onto his back so David could curl into his side and relax there, using the other as a make-shift pillow in the meantime. He took in a deep breath, enjoying the combined smell of his boyfriend’s natural masculine scent along with the drying salt that coated them both, and all the other, relaxing aromas of sex. He released it all in a deep sigh, calming completely, and he felt Johns do the same under him.
The bright noon sun peering in through the bedroom curtains and the sound of forest birds chirping in the background, the pair of singers quickly but gently slipped into a much needed, tranquil respite. Breathing now slow and deep, Cook slept with Michael’s heartbeat in his ear. This is how it should always be.
Drabble Series: Vacación (3/5)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mavid sexing
Disclaimer: Fiction
Word Count: 998
Author's Note: It's 6am and I'm going to bed now. Goodnight! ♥
Dull fingernails grasped the pristinely white bedspread as an inhumanly adorable yet sexy mewl escaped his lips, and Cook tilted his head back as his hips were drawn upwards. Breath increasing, he licked at his lips to keep them dry. His stomach danced with pleasure as his lover entered him, already prepared and ready to go, but the Aussie still made sure to make the first pass as gentle and painless as possible. Yet despite his good intentions, he was only reprimanded for going so painstakingly slow.
“Mike,” David called to his lover as if he were a lost child, and he longingly removed his hands from the sheets to reach out for the man he was yearning for. He grabbed at Michael’s toned arms, bringing him further up and closer, deeper. His heart sped up even more-if that was even possible-when he felt their breaths mingling, and he was drowning in his love’s lust-induced, murky gaze.
“You’re so fuckable when you whine like that,” Michael growled lowly, thrusting inward to emphasize his point and causing the younger man to gasp suddenly. Strong, warm calves wound around the Australian’s lower back, urging him further even though such pleas were unnecessary. A pace was quickly established, one that was just a degree above being agonizingly slow, but Michael didn’t care. He loved torturing David when they fucked, loved forcing him to cry out in desperation, loved making him grasp feverishly at the expatriate’s sweat-soaked hair. And the harder he was tugged at, the harder he fucked, garnishing barely audible, guttural moans from the rock star beneath him.
The fire between them was overly palpable, forcing their bodies to coat with a thick layer of sweat and lust, dirtying the sheets of the bed that belonged to neither man. But they didn’t care at this point that they were only borrowing this place, for the rapture that was pooling in their intestines was seething hot, blinding their minds and stiffening their muscles. They were lost in the motions, tumbling into one another over and over carelessly, easily succumbing to the carnal desires. David’s growls became thicker the fiercer their courtship became since it intensified the internal splitting feeling he felt, but that was just part of the game, part of the routine, and he didn’t care if it meant he could have this-if he could have Michael Johns.
Unable to hold out much longer, Michael reached in between them-a task that was harder than it would seem considering how close they were pressed together already-and gripped his fingers around Cook’s length, jerking him feverishly immediately because he lacked enough mindset to do anything more coordinated. David groaned at the nuance of attention, squeezing his eyes shut and eyebrows together as he panted, plump lips parting and panting heavily when the ecstasy suddenly washed over him in torrid, unforgiving waves.
“Mike-!” the rocker yelped as his climax overtook him. His hips shoved upwards out of instinct and unintentionally caused his lover to hit his prostrate dead-on, aptly forcing another cry from his lips. Michael rasped obscenities under his hasty breath once he felt the inevitable tightening around his cock when David came, and he fucked as hard as he could against that burning grasp until it became too much and he was shaking with release. And all at once the elation and excitement that had built up in every fiber of his being was rushing out of him and into David, filling the younger man and claiming him as his own.
Michael weakly slumped forward where he was, falling into the embrace that was awaiting him. He had no choice on the matter, for David’s strong hands pulled him forward, and his arms wrapped around the Aussie’s neck possessively, making it hard for both of them to breathe. The older of the two propped his right arm on the bed to lift himself just enough to press forward and kiss at David’s neck lovingly, coercing him at the same time to loosen his grip at least enough to pull his softening length free from the other man’s body. Cook grumbled at the retraction, hating that feeling greatly, and he had to stretch his legs to be rid of the sudden emptiness he felt. But he didn’t dawdle on the thought for too long because a soft kiss was pressed against his heartthrob tattoo, causing his chest to flutter and his already liquid muscles to melt that much further.
“Hey, Dave,” accented vocals called to him, bringing him out of his happiness-induced, delusional-like state, and he adjusted himself when he felt the other slide into his side and wrap an arm lazily around his torso.
“Yeah?” he whispered back, enjoying the satisfied tone that lingered in both of their voices. That and the blatant exhaustion that was also mixed in, a key figure that would soon overtake the two of them in a matter of a few moments.
“Can we go swimming after lunch?” The words were completely unassuming. Endearingly so, even.
The Idol chuckled at this, always amused by his boyfriend’s child-like tendencies. “Yeah, of course,” he replied while mustering up enough energy to push Michael onto his back so David could curl into his side and relax there, using the other as a make-shift pillow in the meantime. He took in a deep breath, enjoying the combined smell of his boyfriend’s natural masculine scent along with the drying salt that coated them both, and all the other, relaxing aromas of sex. He released it all in a deep sigh, calming completely, and he felt Johns do the same under him.
The bright noon sun peering in through the bedroom curtains and the sound of forest birds chirping in the background, the pair of singers quickly but gently slipped into a much needed, tranquil respite. Breathing now slow and deep, Cook slept with Michael’s heartbeat in his ear. This is how it should always be.