Ducking Out
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,315
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Ducking Out
Ducking Out
An Alec/Vincent fiction by Setsuna-Jikan
Back slamming into the wall, hands clawing helplessly at fine linen, sliding under it, eager hands stroking flesh. A hand slid up his thigh to his ass, squeezing before continuing upwards, un-tucking his shirt and stroking his back. Groaning, he lifted a leg up, wrapping it around his lover's waist, pulling them even closer.
"Christ. Vincent." Voice, thick and needy; hands moving up to scrape at fine shoulders. Jerking, he slammed their mouths together, thrusting his tongue deep into Vincent's, tasting everything. Smirking, Vincent drew on that tongue, sucking before scrapping his teeth along the muscle as it withdrew from his mouth. Gasping, the other's hips bucked forward; he groaned at the feel of Vincent's erection pressing against his own, green eyes rolling back into his head from the friction.
"Fuck." Head bowing forward, black hair slid sinuously over his shoulders to cover his face. Vincent drew in one shaky breath, strands of his hair drawing into his mouth without notice. "Goddamn Alec." A pale hand, nails stark black, slid through the curtain of hair to cup his face. A thumb brushed at the corner of his mouth, catching the strand there and pulling it out. Vincent's body shuddered. "Shit. Pants. Pants need to come off. Now," he muttered, hands already working with Alec's belt, undoing the black leather band, pushing impatiently at the black slacks.
Drawing his hands from Vincent's slick back, Alec shakily pulled at Vincent's, fumbling as he managed to get the pants down and off. Moving forward, Alec's mouth adhered to Vincent's neck, sucking on the golden skin as his hands tugged and pulled at Vincent's erection. Groaning, Vincent managed to get Alec's slacks and boxers off, nipping a small tube before the pocket was out of reach.
Body wracking with pleasure, he managed to uncap the tube and get his fingers coated, nose twitching at the smell of the sharp tang of mint mixing with the heady flavour of vanilla. Without any warning, Vincent pushed a finger in; Alec's mouth pulled away with a sharp gasp, body stiffening slightly at the intrusion.
"--ghnngh--" Breath shuddering, Alec's hands clenched in Vincent shirt; one over the shoulder, the other around the waist. "Fuck." Resting his head against Vincent's chest, he felt another finger slide in, moving with the other one to slowly stretch him. Vincent kissed Alec's cheek, sliding in a third finger. Alec's hips suddenly bucked down, eyes flying open to stare blankly into Vincent's red ones.
"There. Right there. Again!" he demanded, hand twisting in Vincent's hair as he brought their mouths together again. Complying, Vincent stroked his fingers along the spot, mouth working against Alec's. He shuddered as he felt a cool hand stroke his erection, coating him with gel--Alec.
Removing his fingers, he listened to Alec's unconscious keen as he cupped Alec's ass and lifted, bracing his lover against the wall. Staring at Alec's flushed face, Vincent took in the glean of sweat, the matted blonde hair, the stupid black glasses that somehow managed to stay on, his reddened lips...
Vincent thrust in, kissing Alec's mouth as the other cried out, hips moving down against Vincent's to increase his pleasure. Wrapping their arms around the other, they withered against the wall, spiraling closer and closer to climax. Breathing harshly, Vincent reached between them, grasping Alec's own erection, stroking countretime to his thrusts.
Too much.
Alec's head slammed back into the wall as he cried Vincent's name, body bucking. Vincent buried his face in Alec's neck, muffling his cries. Slowly, they slowed down, bodies going limp against one another. Gingerly, Vincent pulled Alec off him and put him down, holding him close.
"...We should get back," Alec breathed softly, eyes still lightly glazed. Vincent chuckled.
"The way we look now? No, I think we should stay right here. 'snot like your parents will mind."
Alec looked up at his lover and sniggered helplessly.
"Fine, you're right. Now shut up and hold me; my legs aren't working."
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AN: I just cranked this out in a half hour. Gotta love AP Euro and free library time.
No, this has absolutely no plot. And it is damn delicious.
Alec and Vincent are mine.
Sets, out!
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An Alec/Vincent fiction by Setsuna-Jikan
Back slamming into the wall, hands clawing helplessly at fine linen, sliding under it, eager hands stroking flesh. A hand slid up his thigh to his ass, squeezing before continuing upwards, un-tucking his shirt and stroking his back. Groaning, he lifted a leg up, wrapping it around his lover's waist, pulling them even closer.
"Christ. Vincent." Voice, thick and needy; hands moving up to scrape at fine shoulders. Jerking, he slammed their mouths together, thrusting his tongue deep into Vincent's, tasting everything. Smirking, Vincent drew on that tongue, sucking before scrapping his teeth along the muscle as it withdrew from his mouth. Gasping, the other's hips bucked forward; he groaned at the feel of Vincent's erection pressing against his own, green eyes rolling back into his head from the friction.
"Fuck." Head bowing forward, black hair slid sinuously over his shoulders to cover his face. Vincent drew in one shaky breath, strands of his hair drawing into his mouth without notice. "Goddamn Alec." A pale hand, nails stark black, slid through the curtain of hair to cup his face. A thumb brushed at the corner of his mouth, catching the strand there and pulling it out. Vincent's body shuddered. "Shit. Pants. Pants need to come off. Now," he muttered, hands already working with Alec's belt, undoing the black leather band, pushing impatiently at the black slacks.
Drawing his hands from Vincent's slick back, Alec shakily pulled at Vincent's, fumbling as he managed to get the pants down and off. Moving forward, Alec's mouth adhered to Vincent's neck, sucking on the golden skin as his hands tugged and pulled at Vincent's erection. Groaning, Vincent managed to get Alec's slacks and boxers off, nipping a small tube before the pocket was out of reach.
Body wracking with pleasure, he managed to uncap the tube and get his fingers coated, nose twitching at the smell of the sharp tang of mint mixing with the heady flavour of vanilla. Without any warning, Vincent pushed a finger in; Alec's mouth pulled away with a sharp gasp, body stiffening slightly at the intrusion.
"--ghnngh--" Breath shuddering, Alec's hands clenched in Vincent shirt; one over the shoulder, the other around the waist. "Fuck." Resting his head against Vincent's chest, he felt another finger slide in, moving with the other one to slowly stretch him. Vincent kissed Alec's cheek, sliding in a third finger. Alec's hips suddenly bucked down, eyes flying open to stare blankly into Vincent's red ones.
"There. Right there. Again!" he demanded, hand twisting in Vincent's hair as he brought their mouths together again. Complying, Vincent stroked his fingers along the spot, mouth working against Alec's. He shuddered as he felt a cool hand stroke his erection, coating him with gel--Alec.
Removing his fingers, he listened to Alec's unconscious keen as he cupped Alec's ass and lifted, bracing his lover against the wall. Staring at Alec's flushed face, Vincent took in the glean of sweat, the matted blonde hair, the stupid black glasses that somehow managed to stay on, his reddened lips...
Vincent thrust in, kissing Alec's mouth as the other cried out, hips moving down against Vincent's to increase his pleasure. Wrapping their arms around the other, they withered against the wall, spiraling closer and closer to climax. Breathing harshly, Vincent reached between them, grasping Alec's own erection, stroking countretime to his thrusts.
Too much.
Alec's head slammed back into the wall as he cried Vincent's name, body bucking. Vincent buried his face in Alec's neck, muffling his cries. Slowly, they slowed down, bodies going limp against one another. Gingerly, Vincent pulled Alec off him and put him down, holding him close.
"...We should get back," Alec breathed softly, eyes still lightly glazed. Vincent chuckled.
"The way we look now? No, I think we should stay right here. 'snot like your parents will mind."
Alec looked up at his lover and sniggered helplessly.
"Fine, you're right. Now shut up and hold me; my legs aren't working."
---{{{}}}---
AN: I just cranked this out in a half hour. Gotta love AP Euro and free library time.
No, this has absolutely no plot. And it is damn delicious.
Alec and Vincent are mine.
Sets, out!
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