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Title: Sticky Fingers
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth. Oh, and smut.
Characters/Pairing: Squalo/Dino
Word count: 1, 510 words
Summary: It's better not to know everything about your lover.
Notes: Written forkhrfest and the prompt was Squalo/Dino - hair fetish, “VOOOIII! STOP TOUCHING MY HAIR!”
It never failed. Whenever he saw the Cavallone, there were always hands in his hair. As soon as he got to the office Bucking Horse kept in his house and they were alone, or when they made it to the bedroom, those hands (that he actually liked a hell of a lot, but he would never admit that out loud) would find his hair. They were in there so much that he started to wonder if maybe he had some sort of hair fetish.
Normally, he could ignore it, or enjoy it - the way Dino buried his hands in his hair to kiss him, or the way Dino would stroke it when he was blowing him (although he could do without the pulling - it wasn’t a handle, damnit), or the way he’d fist it in his hands when Squalo fucked him. He even liked the idle petting after sex, in those rare quiet moments when they were finally sated and that post-coital bliss caused him to purr and lean into the hands. Hell, he even liked the random times in Dino’s office when they didn’t have the time to fuck when Dino would pull him over to the couch and pull Squalo’s head in his lap, running his fingers through it (it usually made him relax and purr like a cat and almost put him to sleep). But there were some things that he just couldn’t take.
Like now. It was one of those rare times when they couldn’t fuck around (and, fucking hell, he’d been looking forward to it after the last mission he had) - when Dino was too busy and Romario would walk in every five minutes to tell Dino something or give him more paperwork, or his phone would ring every five minutes - and Dino had pulled him over to the couch. He was almost asleep, purring like a freight train and about five seconds from burying his face in his stomach (and no matter what Dino said, it wasn’t fucking nuzzling or some girly shit like that), when he felt an insistent tugging on his hair. His brow furrowed and he made an odd growling noise, his hand coming up to swat at the hand. The tugging stopped and the hand went back to the petting. The purrs started again and he relaxed, falling into that state between asleep and awake, listening to the rustling of papers and Dino’s soft, absentminded humming. He heard the door open and Romario speak to Dino (he didn’t pay attention to what was being said, because he really didn’t give a shit right now) and then close again, signaling that the Cavallone’s right hand man had left. It was quiet for a few minutes, save for the papers and Dino’s almost soothing humming.
And then the tugging started again. His brow furrowed again, and he swore that he had felt tugging like this before. His eyes flutter open and he glanced up at Dino with a sleepy glare.
“What the fuck…” He trailed off when his eyes caught sight of just what Dino was doing. His fingers were in his hair, which wasn’t too unusual, but instead of petting it or stroking though it, they were working on a tiny braid. One that was more than halfway finished. He batted his hands away with a snarl and scrambled away from Dino, working out the little braid. That’s when he realized that his hair felt…heavier. Almost like it felt when Lussuria got his hands on his hair. He reached up, trying to find the source of that insane weight and when his fingers felt what was up there, he shrieked. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME, BUCKING HORSE?” Squalo just glared at Dino as he laughed.
“I was bored and your hair was right there, so I thought that it might be a good idea to braid your hair.”
“YOU WERE BORED?” Dino winced a little at the shout. Though he was used to Squalo’s constant yelling, it was still eardrum shattering. He stood and started to walk over to him, a smirk on his lips. He had a thought that maybe he could distract him from taking the braids out before he was able to take a picture of it.
That’s when Squalo looked up. He knew that look in Dino’s eyes, knew that saunter, and under normal circumstances, Squalo would jump at the chance to have Dino screw him into the floor (it was rare, since he liked to have Dino under him, but he couldn’t help getting hot when Dino got the idea to be forceful). But right now, he was pissed and no way was Dino getting anywhere near him or his ass (even if there was a shiver going down his spine at the look). Squalo took a step backward each time he took a step forward. It wasn’t long before he was pressed up against the desk with nowhere to go, Dino flush against him, his thigh pressed up tight against Squalo’s crotch. He bit his lip when he felt teeth at his ear, his head tipping to the side to give him more room to work with.
“Besides,” Dino started, his voice low and husky, “You like it when I play with your hair. I can hear the purrs every time I touch it.” Squalo growled at that, pulling his head further away.
“It’s a fucking involuntary response. Don’t get so high and mighty because you can pull a stupid sound from me.” His hands went to Dino’s shoulders, pushing at them half heartedly. “And that doesn’t give you fucking permission to do something stupid like braid my hair. Fucking Lussuria doesn’t even get away with that shit.” He couldn’t quite stop the sharp gasp that Dino pulled from him when he scraped his teeth along the pulse point in his neck, nor could he stop the way his hips jerked when Dino’s thigh rocked against him.
“You’re not sleeping with Lussuria,” Dino pointed out, and Squalo growled, pushing harder at his shoulders. Dino didn’t budge, his tongue running along his throat. Squalo couldn’t help tipping his head back, but he was able to bite back the moan that threatened to come out.
“You don’t get special privileges just because we’re fucking.” The moan that came out this time when Dino rocked his thigh against his hardening cock was short and stuttered and the hands that were pushing against Dino’s shoulders gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly. “You…you can’t just do whatever the fuck you want when you want.” Dino just snickered against his neck as his own hands started to work open the buttons of Squalo’s shirt, his fingers brushing over the skin of his chest lightly.
“It looks like that’s what I’m doing right now.” Squalo opened his mouth to say something particularly vile to Dino, but was distracted by open mouthed kisses on his neck, a tongue darting out to taste his skin. They were grinding against each other, Squalo’s fingers fumbling with the clasps on Dino’s pants as Dino’s did the same to Squalo’s, both of them getting desperate to feel skin on skin. Squalo growled when Dino bit down on his neck, sucking on the skin as he finally got open Squalo’s pants, sliding them down. He kicked them off one leg as he got Dino’s pants undone. He didn’t bother pulling them off of him, just pulled his erection out. Then he wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer and arching a bit as he felt Dino press against him.
It was perfect, how they moved together, rocking and grinding against each other, the way Dino’s erection felt pressed against his own, both slick with precome. Squalo couldn’t stop the moan that came out, loud and drawn out, and he wasn’t about to fight it either. His hands slide along Dino’s still cloth covered back until he cupped his ass, pulling him closer. Dino’s own hands buried themselves deep in Squalo’s hair, tugging his face closer even as he groaned deep in his throat. They shared hot, opened mouthed kisses as they rocked together, each movement faster, harder, and more desperate than the last as they were overwhelmed with pleasure. Wet noises filled the room with each kiss, moans and cries and groans hung in the air, the scent of sweat and sex permeated the area, and it wasn’t long until the sounds became frantic until finally, neither could take it anymore. They let out simultaneous cries as they came, Squalo tight and tense and Dino trembling as their orgasms washed over them.
Squalo slumped against the desk behind him, his hands going back up to Dino’s back, stroking softly as they exchange languid kisses. They were quiet, save for their heavy breathing, relaxing into the afterglow. A deep, satisfied purr rumbled in Squalo’s throat, causing Dino to laugh. That is, until Squalo felt that annoying tugging again and realized that Dino’s hands were still in his hair.
“VOOOIII! STOP TOUCHING MY HAIR!”
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth. Oh, and smut.
Characters/Pairing: Squalo/Dino
Word count: 1, 510 words
Summary: It's better not to know everything about your lover.
Notes: Written forkhrfest and the prompt was Squalo/Dino - hair fetish, “VOOOIII! STOP TOUCHING MY HAIR!”
It never failed. Whenever he saw the Cavallone, there were always hands in his hair. As soon as he got to the office Bucking Horse kept in his house and they were alone, or when they made it to the bedroom, those hands (that he actually liked a hell of a lot, but he would never admit that out loud) would find his hair. They were in there so much that he started to wonder if maybe he had some sort of hair fetish.
Normally, he could ignore it, or enjoy it - the way Dino buried his hands in his hair to kiss him, or the way Dino would stroke it when he was blowing him (although he could do without the pulling - it wasn’t a handle, damnit), or the way he’d fist it in his hands when Squalo fucked him. He even liked the idle petting after sex, in those rare quiet moments when they were finally sated and that post-coital bliss caused him to purr and lean into the hands. Hell, he even liked the random times in Dino’s office when they didn’t have the time to fuck when Dino would pull him over to the couch and pull Squalo’s head in his lap, running his fingers through it (it usually made him relax and purr like a cat and almost put him to sleep). But there were some things that he just couldn’t take.
Like now. It was one of those rare times when they couldn’t fuck around (and, fucking hell, he’d been looking forward to it after the last mission he had) - when Dino was too busy and Romario would walk in every five minutes to tell Dino something or give him more paperwork, or his phone would ring every five minutes - and Dino had pulled him over to the couch. He was almost asleep, purring like a freight train and about five seconds from burying his face in his stomach (and no matter what Dino said, it wasn’t fucking nuzzling or some girly shit like that), when he felt an insistent tugging on his hair. His brow furrowed and he made an odd growling noise, his hand coming up to swat at the hand. The tugging stopped and the hand went back to the petting. The purrs started again and he relaxed, falling into that state between asleep and awake, listening to the rustling of papers and Dino’s soft, absentminded humming. He heard the door open and Romario speak to Dino (he didn’t pay attention to what was being said, because he really didn’t give a shit right now) and then close again, signaling that the Cavallone’s right hand man had left. It was quiet for a few minutes, save for the papers and Dino’s almost soothing humming.
And then the tugging started again. His brow furrowed again, and he swore that he had felt tugging like this before. His eyes flutter open and he glanced up at Dino with a sleepy glare.
“What the fuck…” He trailed off when his eyes caught sight of just what Dino was doing. His fingers were in his hair, which wasn’t too unusual, but instead of petting it or stroking though it, they were working on a tiny braid. One that was more than halfway finished. He batted his hands away with a snarl and scrambled away from Dino, working out the little braid. That’s when he realized that his hair felt…heavier. Almost like it felt when Lussuria got his hands on his hair. He reached up, trying to find the source of that insane weight and when his fingers felt what was up there, he shrieked. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME, BUCKING HORSE?” Squalo just glared at Dino as he laughed.
“I was bored and your hair was right there, so I thought that it might be a good idea to braid your hair.”
“YOU WERE BORED?” Dino winced a little at the shout. Though he was used to Squalo’s constant yelling, it was still eardrum shattering. He stood and started to walk over to him, a smirk on his lips. He had a thought that maybe he could distract him from taking the braids out before he was able to take a picture of it.
That’s when Squalo looked up. He knew that look in Dino’s eyes, knew that saunter, and under normal circumstances, Squalo would jump at the chance to have Dino screw him into the floor (it was rare, since he liked to have Dino under him, but he couldn’t help getting hot when Dino got the idea to be forceful). But right now, he was pissed and no way was Dino getting anywhere near him or his ass (even if there was a shiver going down his spine at the look). Squalo took a step backward each time he took a step forward. It wasn’t long before he was pressed up against the desk with nowhere to go, Dino flush against him, his thigh pressed up tight against Squalo’s crotch. He bit his lip when he felt teeth at his ear, his head tipping to the side to give him more room to work with.
“Besides,” Dino started, his voice low and husky, “You like it when I play with your hair. I can hear the purrs every time I touch it.” Squalo growled at that, pulling his head further away.
“It’s a fucking involuntary response. Don’t get so high and mighty because you can pull a stupid sound from me.” His hands went to Dino’s shoulders, pushing at them half heartedly. “And that doesn’t give you fucking permission to do something stupid like braid my hair. Fucking Lussuria doesn’t even get away with that shit.” He couldn’t quite stop the sharp gasp that Dino pulled from him when he scraped his teeth along the pulse point in his neck, nor could he stop the way his hips jerked when Dino’s thigh rocked against him.
“You’re not sleeping with Lussuria,” Dino pointed out, and Squalo growled, pushing harder at his shoulders. Dino didn’t budge, his tongue running along his throat. Squalo couldn’t help tipping his head back, but he was able to bite back the moan that threatened to come out.
“You don’t get special privileges just because we’re fucking.” The moan that came out this time when Dino rocked his thigh against his hardening cock was short and stuttered and the hands that were pushing against Dino’s shoulders gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly. “You…you can’t just do whatever the fuck you want when you want.” Dino just snickered against his neck as his own hands started to work open the buttons of Squalo’s shirt, his fingers brushing over the skin of his chest lightly.
“It looks like that’s what I’m doing right now.” Squalo opened his mouth to say something particularly vile to Dino, but was distracted by open mouthed kisses on his neck, a tongue darting out to taste his skin. They were grinding against each other, Squalo’s fingers fumbling with the clasps on Dino’s pants as Dino’s did the same to Squalo’s, both of them getting desperate to feel skin on skin. Squalo growled when Dino bit down on his neck, sucking on the skin as he finally got open Squalo’s pants, sliding them down. He kicked them off one leg as he got Dino’s pants undone. He didn’t bother pulling them off of him, just pulled his erection out. Then he wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer and arching a bit as he felt Dino press against him.
It was perfect, how they moved together, rocking and grinding against each other, the way Dino’s erection felt pressed against his own, both slick with precome. Squalo couldn’t stop the moan that came out, loud and drawn out, and he wasn’t about to fight it either. His hands slide along Dino’s still cloth covered back until he cupped his ass, pulling him closer. Dino’s own hands buried themselves deep in Squalo’s hair, tugging his face closer even as he groaned deep in his throat. They shared hot, opened mouthed kisses as they rocked together, each movement faster, harder, and more desperate than the last as they were overwhelmed with pleasure. Wet noises filled the room with each kiss, moans and cries and groans hung in the air, the scent of sweat and sex permeated the area, and it wasn’t long until the sounds became frantic until finally, neither could take it anymore. They let out simultaneous cries as they came, Squalo tight and tense and Dino trembling as their orgasms washed over them.
Squalo slumped against the desk behind him, his hands going back up to Dino’s back, stroking softly as they exchange languid kisses. They were quiet, save for their heavy breathing, relaxing into the afterglow. A deep, satisfied purr rumbled in Squalo’s throat, causing Dino to laugh. That is, until Squalo felt that annoying tugging again and realized that Dino’s hands were still in his hair.
“VOOOIII! STOP TOUCHING MY HAIR!”