Fuck It.
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,403
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fuck It.
Drabble: Fuck it.
Author: Fishy
Notes: Un-beta’d, ridiculous.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Whoever, for me, E/G.
Notes: I think the title pretty much says what type of mood i was in when typing this up in the five minutes it took. - Just a little smutt is all.
Fuck it.
His broad back moves slowly above me, damp, warm to the touch, and so firm. His gruff breath and grunts pant into my ear. There is but three inches between our stomachs, and just seeing where our bodies connect, his groin, invisible and melded between my thighs, makes me moan so wantonly, just the way he likes. His arms are braced either side of me, strong muscular arms.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
I clench around him, and he cries out and stills momentarily, to keep from coming. He looks down at me, a challenging look, and he thrusts harder, deeper.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
I’m fast loosing control, my hands rest around his waist as his pumping hips move faster. His grin is ferial, much alike to my own. He bites his bottom lip, hard, and pumps harder, not faster, but hard, so hard.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
And it’s during this battle of who wants to fuck harder, of who wants to get fucked harder, that we hear it. A squeak. The bed now squeaks in time with his thrusts, and his grin becomes a mixture of amusement as I roll my eyes. So what does he do? He thrusts harder still, faster now.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
His head comes now to rest at the crook of my neck, and I can feel his grinning lips against my neck, can hear the low rumble of his laughter as the squeaks make our fucking almost obscene.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
A creaking joins the squeak, and I loose all control, and let a bubble of laughter escape me. His stomach is touching mine now, and I can feel it quivering with the up and down motion of laughter, just as his shoulders begin to shake. And then suddenly, the bed shifts. He stills, and our eyes meet in equal astonished mirth.
“No fucking way,” I say, my eyes wide.
Then it happens, the bed, it gives way, its legs splintering then breaking, and it collapses. It is when we are still, that our eyes meet, after taking in the view from this new lower angle, that we laugh ourselves breathless.
He’s collapsed on top of me, laughing until tears pricked his eyes. When finally we stop our chocking, he looks me in the eye. Neither of us can believe it, and when I think I could be no more bemused, no more shocked, he says….
“Fuck it,”
And lifts my legs so my ankles wrap around the back of his head.
He always stays true to his word.
The End.
Author: Fishy
Notes: Un-beta’d, ridiculous.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Whoever, for me, E/G.
Notes: I think the title pretty much says what type of mood i was in when typing this up in the five minutes it took. - Just a little smutt is all.
Fuck it.
His broad back moves slowly above me, damp, warm to the touch, and so firm. His gruff breath and grunts pant into my ear. There is but three inches between our stomachs, and just seeing where our bodies connect, his groin, invisible and melded between my thighs, makes me moan so wantonly, just the way he likes. His arms are braced either side of me, strong muscular arms.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
I clench around him, and he cries out and stills momentarily, to keep from coming. He looks down at me, a challenging look, and he thrusts harder, deeper.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
I’m fast loosing control, my hands rest around his waist as his pumping hips move faster. His grin is ferial, much alike to my own. He bites his bottom lip, hard, and pumps harder, not faster, but hard, so hard.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
And it’s during this battle of who wants to fuck harder, of who wants to get fucked harder, that we hear it. A squeak. The bed now squeaks in time with his thrusts, and his grin becomes a mixture of amusement as I roll my eyes. So what does he do? He thrusts harder still, faster now.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
His head comes now to rest at the crook of my neck, and I can feel his grinning lips against my neck, can hear the low rumble of his laughter as the squeaks make our fucking almost obscene.
Back and forth, withdraw, thrust in.
A creaking joins the squeak, and I loose all control, and let a bubble of laughter escape me. His stomach is touching mine now, and I can feel it quivering with the up and down motion of laughter, just as his shoulders begin to shake. And then suddenly, the bed shifts. He stills, and our eyes meet in equal astonished mirth.
“No fucking way,” I say, my eyes wide.
Then it happens, the bed, it gives way, its legs splintering then breaking, and it collapses. It is when we are still, that our eyes meet, after taking in the view from this new lower angle, that we laugh ourselves breathless.
He’s collapsed on top of me, laughing until tears pricked his eyes. When finally we stop our chocking, he looks me in the eye. Neither of us can believe it, and when I think I could be no more bemused, no more shocked, he says….
“Fuck it,”
And lifts my legs so my ankles wrap around the back of his head.
He always stays true to his word.
The End.