Anton & Sullivan

[antonnachzehrer]

Anton stifles a groan as heat encompasses him, and his grip tightens as he helps Sullivan move, sinking his teeth back into the stretch of neck bared to him, taking quick, short drags that leave him panting with need.

{Boo. D: I have those kinds of days. They're always sucky.}

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[timbits_tootsie]

But Sullivan isn't in a hurry. He places his hands over Anton's and stop them from squeezing so tightly, so that he can go as slowly as he wants. The bursts of warm pleasure through his body feel even stronger when he does. Breathing in quick, shaky pulls of air, Sullivan pulls his neck out of Anton's reach and presses their mouths together in a kiss.

(Yeah :/ It's kind of weird, because I usually don't get headaches, but now I get them if I'm a little tired.)

[antonnachzehrer]

Anton growls something possessive and fierce, claiming Sullivan's mouth with an animalistic hunger. He brings his hands up, one burying itself in the boy's hair and scratching at the scalp in a way he knows Sullivan loves, the other trailing up and down his spine in gentle, teasing patterns.

{Strange. :/ Ugh, today is not a good day. I tried to make a cake for a friend last night and it failed miserably, and then I started feeling all fat and gross and now I still feel like that. :< Why does the universe hate me so much?}

[timbits_tootsie]

Suddenly, there is too much and too many sparks of pleasure flying up and down his spine, and as much as Sullivan wants to prolong this, draw it out until they are both exhausted, he can't. He grabs onto Anton's shoulders and holds on tight as he urges his body on faster, making the bed creak a little in complaint under them.

(Because the universe loves to be a dick for no reason :/ What sort of cake were you baking?)

[antonnachzehrer]

Anton groans at the sudden change in pace, but moves to meet it, growling as he claims Sullivan's mouth in another hungry kiss. The hand that was on his back moves, wrapping around the boy's arousal, pumping in time with the rhythm of their thrusts.

{Indeed. :/ A chocolate stout cake. :3}