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fellowshippers2002-09-19 01:13 pm
nunki.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2002-09-19 01:13 pm
it's not a drabble, even in masquerade. Neither is it done...
Because, *really*, I'm writing smut in classes now.
Closer and closer, pressing together tightly, Marton's body against Vin, hands groping, seeking, pulling, stroking flesh, clothing. Seeking skin and heat, their hips moved together, and Vin broke off the kiss, gasping. He drew back a little and looked at Marton in the dim light. Marton, wild, sweaty, his nipples taut and peaked against the dragon and muscles of his chest, leather pants shoved low by Vin's eager, demanding hands. Leather pants that had been tight to begin with, leather that, when Marton walked on-screen, showed clearly the evidence of Marton's fitness for being cast in a porno. Now, in the heat of arousal, those offending pants were stretched so tightly across Marton's inviting arousal that Vin wondered, distractedly, if they might split, but gave up this course of thought and decided that he needed to have Marton. Right now.
"...A kurva eletbe, dammit, or are we - " Marton's sentance was cut off, and in timely fashin, by the eager Vin pushing him up against the wall, hips grinding together, thighs muscled and solid against his own. And - yeah, Vin had something to brag about. This was good. But this needed to be better. Vin slid to his knees, unzipping the leather as he went, hands on Marton's hips dragging pants down, until Marton stood naked and erect in front of him. "Oh, yeah," Vin muttered, and, fully aware of the agony he was inflicting, slipped just the tip of his tongue out and licked, ever so slightly, around Marton's swollen head. "Damn you, I - " He was cut off by Vin's growl, lips vibrating against his shaft. Then, without warning, Marton was sheathed by white heat, by wetness, by the gloriously obscene cavern of Vin's lips - lips that were bruised, full, and ready from the kisses moments before. Marton moaned, thrusting, hands seizing Vin's scalp, not caring that thye were in the middle of a set and that anyone could walk in at any second. If anything, the danger added to the sex - as Vin deepthroated him, spiralling around his cock, and Marton lost all sense of time as he came, spurting hot and copiously, into Vin's mouth, who swallowed, then rose, and once again Marton seized Vin's mouth, tasting himself there, salt and sweet. Marton's overly sensitized cock rubbed against Vin's erectin and the rough cloth of his pants, and Marton, with a muttered curse, reached down to fumble with the buttons. "Your turn", he remarked to Vin, both groaning now.
I am *not* trying to be a tease. (Really. :>) I just have to do some work, direct some scene practices.
There'll be more. Can't leave the boys like that, anyway. :)
Closer and closer, pressing together tightly, Marton's body against Vin, hands groping, seeking, pulling, stroking flesh, clothing. Seeking skin and heat, their hips moved together, and Vin broke off the kiss, gasping. He drew back a little and looked at Marton in the dim light. Marton, wild, sweaty, his nipples taut and peaked against the dragon and muscles of his chest, leather pants shoved low by Vin's eager, demanding hands. Leather pants that had been tight to begin with, leather that, when Marton walked on-screen, showed clearly the evidence of Marton's fitness for being cast in a porno. Now, in the heat of arousal, those offending pants were stretched so tightly across Marton's inviting arousal that Vin wondered, distractedly, if they might split, but gave up this course of thought and decided that he needed to have Marton. Right now.
"...A kurva eletbe, dammit, or are we - " Marton's sentance was cut off, and in timely fashin, by the eager Vin pushing him up against the wall, hips grinding together, thighs muscled and solid against his own. And - yeah, Vin had something to brag about. This was good. But this needed to be better. Vin slid to his knees, unzipping the leather as he went, hands on Marton's hips dragging pants down, until Marton stood naked and erect in front of him. "Oh, yeah," Vin muttered, and, fully aware of the agony he was inflicting, slipped just the tip of his tongue out and licked, ever so slightly, around Marton's swollen head. "Damn you, I - " He was cut off by Vin's growl, lips vibrating against his shaft. Then, without warning, Marton was sheathed by white heat, by wetness, by the gloriously obscene cavern of Vin's lips - lips that were bruised, full, and ready from the kisses moments before. Marton moaned, thrusting, hands seizing Vin's scalp, not caring that thye were in the middle of a set and that anyone could walk in at any second. If anything, the danger added to the sex - as Vin deepthroated him, spiralling around his cock, and Marton lost all sense of time as he came, spurting hot and copiously, into Vin's mouth, who swallowed, then rose, and once again Marton seized Vin's mouth, tasting himself there, salt and sweet. Marton's overly sensitized cock rubbed against Vin's erectin and the rough cloth of his pants, and Marton, with a muttered curse, reached down to fumble with the buttons. "Your turn", he remarked to Vin, both groaning now.
I am *not* trying to be a tease. (Really. :>) I just have to do some work, direct some scene practices.
There'll be more. Can't leave the boys like that, anyway. :)