Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven - Saturday Morning
It hadn’t been on purpose, yeah? Which, alright, obviously didn’t make it any better, just served to dump more kerosene on the lick of flames that was Jamie’s temper ignited and carving ire with teeth into Seven’s bottom lip. But it was the truth; hell, he’d even apologized the last time, and now he was doing everything he could to drive that anger out with the slick of his fingers and the open-mouthed slide of his lips over Jamie’s, just hot breath mixing between them and making cheeks and chins damp with spit. He could just barely make out the flutter of Jamie’s eyelids and that was a jolt straight to Seven’s balls, how fucking gone the guy looked.
“Christ, Jamie-” and it got yanked out of him with merciless hands, the groan vibrating between the two of them, skin to skin from thigh all the way up to their mouths. It was a noise that came out corrugated steel, like an echo that could have been thunder so many miles out. No, he wasn’t going to fucking stop. Couldn’t have stopped, or peeled the clutch of his fingers away from the guy’s chest as he gripped him against his chest like his arm was an iron bar, and all he could manage to grit out was variations of “Fuck, yes, fuck.”
He was beyond giving a shit about leading, torches passed or whatever the fuck because the sounds brimming over in sinuous flow from Jamie’s mouth were molten heat down his spine and in his marrow, and his shoulder was on fucking fire where the guy’s forehead pressed hard. It unlatched something, the way that Jamie’s hips sought out more heat, more hand, arching up wildly as he fucked into Seven’s hand, opened something wide and dark and deep and he tumbled headlong. He felt the high, hard heat of Jamie’s balls brushing against the base of his cock as he buried himself deeper between the guy’s thighs and he cried out, the scrape of steel over stone, and then his fingers were striped and smeared in sticky warmth and he couldn’t fucking stand it anymore.
“God,” his voice buckled under the weight of his orgasm and his spine arched violently, hips shivering, and his hand squeezed around the base of the guy’s cock while his own throbbed heavy right before he shot his load, mouth a loose oval and jammed against Jamie’s neck where he moaned jaggedly. The gush of wet heat spilling between Jamie’s thighs was one thing, but then Jamie’s eyes were blown wide and searing holes right through his own and out the back of his skull as Seven blinked bleary, heavy-lidded and flickering whites.