| [Jan. 5th, 2010|11:05 pm] |
His lips felt bruised, crushed against his teeth. Raidou swallowed the sting, feeling it get lost in a body stacked with adrenaline. Pain wasn't pain anymore; everything felt good. Even burns being pulled by straining muscle could be ignored -- enjoyed, even, when endorphins turned old agony sweet.
Genma's free hand skating over his ass and down the back of his thigh raised a little more concern, even while it felt weirdly good. But if Genma was planning to do any flipping-and-taking today, he was going to have to get a lot more purchase than that. Not to mention open his mouth and ask, which wasn't a conversation Raidou expected they'd have any time soon.
Or ever. Because -- well, no.
Raidou flexed his fingers again, gripping tighter; Genma gasped into his mouth, strangled and oh-god-good. Genma's fingernails dug into the back of his thigh, shock-sharp, and Raidou's hips jerked forwards--
Oh.
Friction. Genma's hip. And that wasn't exactly part of the plan, but goddamn. Raidou hissed quietly as a rolling shudder worked down his spine, and forced his supporting arm not to buckle. He didn't want to land on Genma, despite the right-now-move urge to get closer and grind. Instead he ducked his head, pulling away from Genma's demanding mouth, and caught the side of his neck with an open-mouthed bite, far above old bruises. Tasted clean skin and salty sweat, and pulled free to groan deep-voiced in Genma's ear.
"C'mon -- loverboy. Let go, already." |
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