FIC: delivered in a firm unyielding way . . . | x-men: first class; sean/hank, sean/alex
Title: Delivered In A Firm Unyielding Way Lingering For Just A Bit Too Long To Communicate The Message, "I Own You"
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Sean/Hank, Sean/Alex
Word Count: 216
Warnings: Angst, crying during sex.
Summary: Hank tries to fix things. Sean doesn't feel fixed.
A/N: A sort of follow-up to Future Boys. For flwrpwr_vampyre.
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Sean, as a rule, doesn’t cry. He’s just not that type of guy. He’s not ridiculously, blindly macho like some assholes. He just doesn’t cry.
But there are tears in the corner of his eyes now. He blinks them away. It’s stupid. Hank is knuckles-deep in his ass and staring at him hungrily, waiting for some kind of response, something positive, something wanting. But all Sean wants is Alex.
“How does it feel?” Hank breathes. “Do you like it?”
Sean smiles weakly, nods, and lifts his hips in the air. “Fuck me?” he asks, though this is new and he’s never done this before. He just wants it to be over.
Hank is gentle, almost too gentle, as he pushes in as with everything he does, as if he’s afraid he’ll break Sean in half. He’s so aggressive with him in public but in here everything’s quiet and slow and sweet.
Sean hates it. He wants to be taken, not made love to.
He feels wetness on his cheeks and catches Hank’s eye, looks away quickly.
“Am I hurting you?” Hank asks, slowing the movement of his hips.
“No,” Sean says, wiping away his tears with his thumb. He clutches the pillow. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Hank tries. He really does. But it’s never hard enough.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Sean/Hank, Sean/Alex
Word Count: 216
Warnings: Angst, crying during sex.
Summary: Hank tries to fix things. Sean doesn't feel fixed.
A/N: A sort of follow-up to Future Boys. For flwrpwr_vampyre.
--
Sean, as a rule, doesn’t cry. He’s just not that type of guy. He’s not ridiculously, blindly macho like some assholes. He just doesn’t cry.
But there are tears in the corner of his eyes now. He blinks them away. It’s stupid. Hank is knuckles-deep in his ass and staring at him hungrily, waiting for some kind of response, something positive, something wanting. But all Sean wants is Alex.
“How does it feel?” Hank breathes. “Do you like it?”
Sean smiles weakly, nods, and lifts his hips in the air. “Fuck me?” he asks, though this is new and he’s never done this before. He just wants it to be over.
Hank is gentle, almost too gentle, as he pushes in as with everything he does, as if he’s afraid he’ll break Sean in half. He’s so aggressive with him in public but in here everything’s quiet and slow and sweet.
Sean hates it. He wants to be taken, not made love to.
He feels wetness on his cheeks and catches Hank’s eye, looks away quickly.
“Am I hurting you?” Hank asks, slowing the movement of his hips.
“No,” Sean says, wiping away his tears with his thumb. He clutches the pillow. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Hank tries. He really does. But it’s never hard enough.