Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven - Saturday Morning
He’d expected the venom, expected the bite of vitriol that came out in a hiss against his lips as Jamie bucked beneath him. Had expected and weighed it against the benefit of getting that clench of searing skin around his cock, and decided he could deal with the blue streak rasping against the roof of his mouth in bitten-out syllables if it meant that the razor’s edge of agony got filed down between the heat of Jamie’s thighs. He felt Jamie’s spine bow away from his chest as the guy twisted harder and he jerked his chin away from the spiteful nip of teeth, fingers tightening against Jamie’s chest so that his nails dug into the pale skin there in reproach.
But he didn’t pull his hand back again, didn’t dare let any more drifts of empty air appear between the places where their bodies aligned. He rolled into the shift of Jamie’s weight against the mattress and the places where the sheets had slipped down past the guy’s waist, hip and thigh exposed and painted pink in the ambient light, sliding his leg over top of Jamie’s and hooking the back of his heel around the guy’s shin as he rut his hips forward, holding the guy in place against him. Jamie’s mouth spilled serrated sounds against Seven’s lips, his chin, his throat, pouring breath that blistered into his mouth, and Seven could only groan with his lip captured in the clench of the guy’s teeth. His hand worked quickly along Jamie’s length, fingers squelching slick as he squeezed him from the root and rubbed the inside seams of his knuckles against Jamie’s head where it peeked out flushed and swollen in his fist.
“Fuck, Jamie -” he gasped, the noise broken, once the guy finally released his lip. His forehead was damp with sweat where it pressed against the guy’s temple and his nose grazed the line of Jamie’s cheekbone, lips brushing the stubble along his cheek. His eyes were only fractionally open in slits but he could make out the fierce clench of the guy’s fingers in the sheets, and it spurred the momentum of his hips where his cock slid in the tunnel between Jamie’s thighs where his skin was slippery with sweat and precome. There was an icy unwinding in his veins, in his belly, flickering down the backs of his thighs as his muscles trembled and his hips jolted forward, harder, and his fingers squeezed around Jamie’s head as he stroked him in a desperate rhythm.