Re: The Drive: Ra's/Russ [Adult]
The night was all about yes and no. Yes, he could be arrogant and a bastard in turns, in that he had tendencies to act superior and exaggerate his own sense of self-importance because it worked for him (if a part of success could be measured by the amount of sex that one was or was not having at any given moment, as he firmly believed). The pride was there in spades because he had plenty to be proud of, and the beauty of his borrowed body didn't do much to inspire humility.
So, what reason did he have to bother pretending otherwise? He knew full well that he was hot on either side of this line that had been drawn by the hotel, and here was a person who could really appreciate that fact. (The well-earned bastard accusation came along with his trademarked smirks and the slick, taunting tone of his words and the indecent twinkle in his eye that would have been present with whatever face he wore.)
Leaning there in the open hallway with his hands pressed flat against the wall, he forced himself to breathe through the pain. It was the good kind, at least. Fierce and sweet, a slow burn that set his nerve endings alight and pushed endorphins up the length of his spine, up into his brain so that he was spinning out on pleasure and sensation. This other guy was good, so fucking good in the way that he slowed his hips and gave over the control so that a first-time bottom's body could slide back onto his cock at a gradual pace. And then that hand was back in his hair and he wasn't surprised, but that tender kiss to the back of his neck practically knocked his legs out from under him - it was soft and saccharine and it had him moaning through parted lips, such a contrast to the strained shuddering of the body behind him as the man held back from the fury that they both wanted.
"Hmmm," came the hum when he felt the soft pinch of teeth, and it was just the escalation that he needed to draw himself up and out of the cloying torment - now he was getting the back and forth of those inches, in and out and in again and just a bit harder each time.
"Yeah, just like that," and his mouth was making the sounds of a whore's chorus. His hips twitched under the service of that hand as it stroked him and it was almost too much, but it was just enough, and then he started using the wall as leverage to push his ass back into the man's lap. "Oh... fuck, harder. Fuck me harder."