The Odd Couple

Lips crashed hard together, Mercutio groaning as he arched, hands grabbing at him and lifting him slightly as he shivered, lean legs wrapping tightly around Atl as he was lifted, and, with little warning, pressed into the bed.

Shivering, the fae pulled back, smiling a little. Well, it had only taken half the bottle of bespelled wine, and perhaps more than a little bit of persuasive groping, but Atl had jumped all over it. He might have a bit of a headache, perhaps a little hung over in the morning, but damn, he was intense, growling as he all but tore his shirt open, the cincher’s ties snapping easily, leaving him bare as Atl leaned over him again, humming as they kissed again.

Mercutio’s toes curled in his boots, arching again as Atl pressed close against him, biting his lip. He let out a ragged breath as his head started to spin, closing his eyes tightly before clutching at Atl’s shoulders, pushing and grinding against each other. It was all he could take, pulling back to gasp for air, Atl nipping at his jawline, slowly moving down his chest. Sharp teeth left red marks as he moved over him, making the red-head’s vision swim. His eyes closed as he let himself enjoy it, gasping when all at once, Atl flipped him onto his stomach, hands grabbing at his hips. Shivering, Mercutio pushed back against him, even as he felt hurried fingers push his leggings down. Sliding onto his knees, he arched, rocking his hips back against him slightly as he felt the feathered skirt drop.

His breath caught as he felt Atl pressing against him again, eyes snapping open as he almost choked out the words, the spell tumbling over his lips as he shivered. Biting his lip, he felt him starting to push against his entrance, his body urging him on while he gasped breathlessly. The first rocking thrust breached, and made his entire frame go weak, legs shaking as he rocked his hips more fully, closing his eyes as he heard Atl’s growl.

Their pace was quick, and even with Mercutio’s infinite patience for others eagerness, it came crashing down on them much too soon, leaving Mercutio gasping as he leaned back on Atl. He was waiting for the other to pull away, to get ready for bed, ignoring the demands of his own libido to pin the wolf to the mattress and make him see stars. He bit his lip, tensing for it before he felt Atl start to pull out.

He was infinitely surprised when he started to thrust forward again, drawing a relieved groan from his throat as Atl breathed into his ear, “Definitely not done yet...”

***

Mercutio woke up early the next morning, originally with the intent to provide a distraction, only to find, much to his dismay, that a thin layer of powdery dust covered a good deal of the carpet, a lot of the bed, and, funnily enough, all over their clothes... He stretched now, having managed to dissipate most of the dust easily enough, and even going so far as to run a rag over Atl’s sleeping form.

Soon enough, he was trying to shake out Atl’s furs, the dust clinging to the fibers as he frowned, shaking it more and more vigorously to try to get it out. Sighing, he moved to rinse it out in the bathroom, the glittery substance slipping down the drain as he smiled. Moving back in the room, he hung the furs close to the fire, in hopes they might dry before Atl woke.

He had only been gone from the room for a few minutes, returning with hot coffee and some painkillers, because he knew, Atl was going to not only be furious, he was going to have a headache, and rather than give him the chance to take it out on the (mostly) innocent Fae, he wanted to assure he wouldn’t be... Well, too furious.

It wasn’t his fault that Atl had insisted on drinking more than a glass or two...

In retrospect, perhaps he shouldn’t have left the furs so close to the fire. Maybe then they wouldn’t have caught flame...