Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven - Saturday Morning
Comfortable could get fucked along with elegant. Seven’s fingers had gone numb on the arm crammed under Jamie’s neck, fumbling thick and cold and then sparking back to life with the agony of pins and creeping needles. But he wouldn’t have given up his hold there for anything, pressing Jamie’s torso solidly against his chest and sliding over pectoral to drag his fingertip over the pebble of Jamie’s nipple. Seven’s spine trickled with a single bead of sweat that slid down and crossed perpendicular, dripping onto the sheet below and making him long for the shiver of cool air on his skin.
His cock sliding against the cleft of Jamie’s ass had an easier time now, less friction dragging and sweat mixing with precome just like in Seven’s hand. And it was good to a point but it was also fucking frustrating, yeah? The angle sucked for getting the right pressure where he wanted it, where his skin was alight with a need to grind into heat and blond, downy hairs and he could tell by the way that Jamie’s backwards rocking had slowed that he wasn’t the only one struggling to land the far side of perfect. And yeah, perfect would have been tight, clenching heat and the ripple of muscles around his dick but that wasn’t on the fucking table, and he knew that, but god he needed something more or he was going to go fucking crazy.
And so while Jamie’s mouth opened up for him, not nearly sweet or pliant so much as wild and possessive, stubble scraping the underside of Jamie’s tongue as Seven tasted pennies between his teeth -- he pulled his hand off Jamie’s cock again, mumbling an incoherent apology against the guy’s lips where there was barely space to breathe between them. This time it wasn’t even a second, just fumbling blindly between his hips and Jamie’s ass so that he could grab his cock around the base and redirect it, changing the angle and gliding lower so that when he thrust forward, he slid between the press of Jamie’s thighs. Just under his balls, skin slicked with precome and saliva and the clench of tighter pressure so much closer to what Seven needed. He groaned into Jamie’s mouth and it felt like shards of glass against his throat, his lip trapped between the bite of Jamie’s teeth, closed eyelids sparking red and white as he wrapped his hand around Jamie’s dick and stroked him faster, squeezing harder, timing the swipe of his thumb with his own thrusts.