Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven - Saturday Morning
Around the time that Seven’s fingers had curled around the base of Jamie’s cock, the guy’s weight had shifted in front of him on the mattress so that his body was slanted halfway on top of Seven’s, ass shoved harder back against his hips as Jamie’s body rolled into his. Seven didn’t mind this, ftr. It served the dual purpose of getting more friction, more slide of skin to skin when Seven pressed his hips up harder, and it also freed more space between Jamie’s cock and the mattress so that Seven could stroke him without scraping the backs of his knuckles against cotton.
And yeah, he liked the feel of Jamie’s weight. He liked the reverberation of Jamie’s throat as he moaned, the way his skin vibrated against Seven’s teeth as he licked to soothe the wake of his incisors on reddened flesh. Or how Jamie's head fell back to open up the pale column of his throat, as Seven’s mouth slid higher, up to the guy’s pulse point. Jamie tasted vaguely sweet, like sunshine against the flat of his tongue. His hips jerked like a piston under the grasp of Seven’s fist and the motion made him smile against the stubbled edge of Jamie’s jaw.
“I can see that,” he huffed quietly, warm breath ruffling the ends of Jamie’s hair where they tickled his cheek and his lips. He thumbed over the head of Jamie’s cock and found the guy’s slit with the pad of his index finger, teasing him for a moment as he swiped through the sticky pearlescent bead of slick that he found there. Seven turned his mouth into the shell of Jamie’s ear and grazed his teeth against the guy’s earlobe, then licked against his cartilage as Seven let go of his cock so that it fell heavily against Jamie’s belly. He brought his hand up to his mouth and sat up a little with his weight on one elbow, pulling his face away from the side of Jamie’s head so that he could hawk into his hand and give them something a little better to work with than just a dry palm or having to get up and search for lube. It took barely a second and then he was curling closer against Jamie again, hips stuttering as he thrust against the guy’s ass and reached over his hip to wrap his hand around Jamie’s shaft with his fingers and palm now warmed and slicked with spit. Not the most elegant solution, but fuck elegant.