Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven - Saturday Morning
If Jamie could hear anything over the rush of his blood in his ears - which, ftr, was pretty fucking incredible, given how his dick was swelling harder in the guy's fingers as he thrust like, a little wild, a little sloppy and fucked into a palm full of spit, pre-come and sweat - then it would have been like, the way the guy's breath sawed in his chest, or maybe the dirty slap of skin over skin as his balls weighted against the meat of Jamie's ass. But like, he couldn't, because shit was narrowing down, fast. Each breath in seared, scorched the inside of his nose and throat, the taste of old metal splayed across his tongue and pressure was coiling in his balls that had climbed so high they were wrinkling, banked up practically against the guy's wrist. He was starting to like, shake and it was probably just as well because Jamie's neck felt like it was going to snap, he was so hard the skin felt like it was going to split down there, and yeah --
Then the guy let go. His cock bounced, oozed an oily trail of pre-come against his belly and Jamie like, twisted against the guy, hissing something in between like, serious profanity and the guy's name into his mouth as he felt Seven shift around at his back, squirm as skin peeled apart and cool air kissed along old seam-lines and the pressure rapidly emptied out like an hour-glass flipped back over. Like, yeah, Jamie hated him right then, like, a lot, his fingers were like, cold from fucking blood loss as he twined them even tighter in the bedsheet, and like, Jamie broke the fissure of his mouth on Seven's to swear blind against the guy's chin until he got like, the whole arrangement of whatever, and Seven's cock thrust hard against his balls, a sweep of wet head against agonizingly sensitive skin and Jamie moaned full-throttle and bit the guy's chin before like, he thrust his tongue back into his mouth.
Because yeah, okay, better. He winched his foot into the guy's, flexing muscle that was like, class-tight until his thighs were jammed together and the guy had to slice his thrusts higher, until his cock-head rammed under Jamie's taint and up against his balls and Jamie like, thrust high, a little shallow and definitely fast as the pressure banked higher, licked up the backs of his calves and burned his thighs. He could feel the guy's cock smear pre-come over the hairs of his inner thighs and like, Jamie didn't know why that was hot but it was. They were like, rocking, and Jamie rocked harder, like, faster in pursuit of the edge he'd been like, on before, licking the guy's front teeth, biting his lip, sucking it into his mouth as he like, made a lot of noise without even really thinking about it.