notreallyme10 (notreallyme10) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2009-07-12 20:20:00 |
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99. Drabbles: Dressing Matters or The Color Purple
Title: Dressing Matters or The Color Purple
Author: LJ's sakesushimaki
Theme: Team Colors
Notes: porny fluff, s4/5/post; NC-17; 6x100 words; thanks to rinmonsterer for the beta!
Dressing Matters or The Color Purple
multiple drabble fic
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He fists his hands into my hair, his body pressing up, seeking contact. He’s been chanting and moaning incoherently for the past five minutes and I congratulate myself by dropping a kiss to his hip.
I linger too long, obviously. He squirms, wanting my attention back on his cock. I comply, sucking him in, swallowing around him; but slowly, after taking him fast and hard earlier. It’s the key to keeping him going for a while, it’s how to drive him crazy, it’s completely and absolutely what I am going for tonight.
“Brian, fuck…” he pants, arching his neck dramatically.
*
I move back up his body under his groans of protest, leaving my teeth and mouth’s imprints in some of my favorite places.
His hands clutch at my skin, digging into my arms and back, his legs are preparing their locking around my waist.
“Nuuuuh… feel free to put your dick in me any time now.”
“Thanks for the kind offer.” I bite his shoulder.
“C’mon, don’t make me beg!” he pants into my hair, his hips grinding upwards and into me. That’s a good sign. He’s getting desperate. It’s time.
I reach out and snap the light switch down.
*
At first he doesn’t notice, too busy rutting against me and gnawing at my skin. My hand wanders to the bedside table, finding condom and lube.
His eyes snap open as I move two slick fingers inside of him.
“Did you… the lights?” He groans as my knuckles slip in and out. “Did—”
I crash my mouth to his. After a grunt of surprise, he quickly gives into me again. I try to open the wrapper with one hand, the other occupied with holding me up. He senses my struggle and grabs for the condom, wanting to help. Fuck.
*
Sucking on his neck, I murmur, “Turn around. I want you on your knees.” I say it in that tone I know he can’t resist.
He rolls over and I rip the foil open; finally. My dick has been achingly hard since we came home from shopping. The first thing he did was rid himself of his shirt that he managed to soil with juice. As he walked up to the bedroom, wearing only his low-riding jeans, I followed him. Before he even reached the drawer, I had him grabbed and flung into bed.
“Aaarrghh, what’s taking you so long?”
*
Impatient little fucker. He has no idea what I’m dealing with here. I roll the latex on, hoping my dick has a forgiving nature. I scoot forward, guiding his knees further apart. His ass looks even more inviting now and I feel a growl vibrating in my chest.
Urgency driving me on, I quickly toss all potentially offending pillows off the bed and he turns back to help.
“What— WHAT THE FUCK?!” he screams and scrambles out of my grasp and away. He hits the light switch. “Oh my God! You were trying to fuck me with a purple condom?”
*
“See? I knew you would throw a tantrum!”
“Well, duh?! There’s no way something purple is gonna go up my ass!”
“What was I supposed to do? ‘Not fucking you’ wasn’t an option and these are the only kind we have.”
“Oh and why is that?”
Gnashing my teeth, I force out, “Because I wouldn’t listen when you said to check again if they were the right kind.”
“Correct. Also, if you hadn’t been so busy rolling your eyes and being embarrassed at me buying food that’s on sale, you would have noticed that I packed another box of condoms.”
***