Fic | UNTITLED BUS RAGE COOLDOWN PORN
Title: UNTITLED BUS RAGE COOLDOWN PORN
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1001
Contains: porn
AN: Apparently the solution to being really really really really really really angry at your commute is to write porn the entire way home.
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Teddy slides down slowly, inch by inch, until he's fully seated on Billy's cock.
Billy pushes his head back into the pillows and lets out a long, harsh exhale. A deep flush travels down the long line of his neck, staining his collarbones and slim chest.
"Fuck Teddy," he breathes, his mouth bitten red and wet, soft from kissing.
His hands come up to skim over Teddy's hipbones, fingers catching in the groove on their way to Teddy's sweat-slick belly. Clever quick fingers going slow now, dipping into Teddy's navel, circling, sliding up the long smooth plane of his ribs, his sternum, his chest, as far as he can reach. Billy's hands make a quiet whispering noise, skin soft on skin, and Teddy arches his back into it. Closes his eyes into it.
"Teddy," Billy says again, and Teddy looks down to meet his eyes gone so dark.
Teddy leans forward, just enough, hips barely moving over Billy's cock, just enough to get another gorgeous shocked sound from Billy's mouth. Teddy leans forward, just enough that Billy can reach up Teddy's neck to trace a finger along his jaw. Teddy catches it when it attempts to run over his lips, sucks the pad of it into his mouth and finds all the whorls and lines with his tongue.
Billy lets out another soft desperate noise and it makes Teddy's cock ache. He wants Billy's hands to run back down his torso, past his muscles and past his navel, past the line of hair below. He wants Billy's hands on his cock, warm and solid and sure.
But more than that, even more than that, he wants to draw this out, so he rolls his hips tortuously, letting out a gasp when the movement causes Billy's cock to brush against his prostate. He feels his cock twitch, lying flushed and so hard against Billy's abdomen, then he feels it spurt when Billy lifts his hips into the motion, pressing harder.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Billy says, voice wet and broken, straining for sarcasm. His hands drop to Teddy's hips, pulling him forward into the next rise of Billy's hips.
Teddy lets his head drop back as his hands cover Billy's on his hips, taking back control of the movement. "Possibly," he says, his own voice no more steady.
"You know, I have means of my own," Billy says, and his hand jerks under Teddy's, intent on a path across Teddy's thigh, aiming for his cock.
"Don't you dare," Teddy says, gripping Billy's hand tighter, tangling their fingers into an impossible knot. He snaps his hips, once, sharp, and Billy presses back into the pillows again, chest heaving, trying to arch up.
"Hate you," he gasps, desperate, because he is always difficult. Even in this.
"No you don't," Teddy says, but it's hard to keep his voice even. Hard to maintain this slow sweet slide, not with the not-nearly-enough pressure of Billy inside him, deep, close against his prostate. Not with the tantalizing friction of his still spit-slick cock dragging precome across Billy's belly. He shifts his other hand, scrapes it along Billy's side to a steadier anchor, braced on Billy's chest. He snaps his hips forward again.
"Teddy, please," Billy says, throat working, mouth swollen and shocked open. His skin burns under Teddy's palm.
"So demanding," Teddy says, but it's too much for him now too. When Billy pushes at his hip, fingers curling around and fingernails leaving indents in his skin, Teddy goes with it. He rolls his hips into it, continuous now, movements getting firmer with every stroke. His own toes curl into the sheets, and when Billy goes to raise his knees Teddy lets him, bowing even more forward, hair hanging down into his face.
"Oh god, Teddy, yes, like that, oh fuck Teddy yes, god," Billy says, uncontrolled, barely above a whisper, mumbling praise like Teddy's stolen his all of his words and he's fighting to get them back. "God Teddy, you're so- you feel so- fuck."
Teddy leans back against Billy's knees, coarse hair scraping against his spine. His hips move now of their own volition, meeting the rough short thrusts of Billy's cock. Billy's hands on his hips feel like a brand and he moves faster, faster, smoothing out the rhythm and making it deeper. He drags blunt fingernails down Billy's chest, feels the moans rising in his own chest, lets them out. The sweet, brilliant friction of Billy's cock inside him is starting to get overwhelming.
"Billy," he says, and it sounds like a whine even to his own ears.
"I wish you could see yourself like this," Billy pants. "I don't-"
Teddy looks down at Billy then, flushed and sweaty and more gorgeous than he could ever know. More than he could ever see, no matter how much he looked. Teddy's heart squeezes in his chest and he lets go of Billy's hand so he can run both of his up to Billy shoulders, so he can brace himself to lean all the way down.
"Fuck, Billy, you-" he says. He bends to suck at Billy's neck, tastes the salt and wishes he could find the words to release the pressure on his heart. "Billy," he breathes and shudders through the thrusts.
"How do you-" Billy says, like it means something, then his hands aren't on Teddy's hips anymore, nothing to guide them both. One hand goes to Teddy's hair, tugging in a way that Teddy has always been helpless towards. The other is suddenly on his cock, palm circling the head and making everything slick.
"Billy, yes, god," Teddy says in Billy's ear, then Billy strokes him once, twice, three times. On the fourth Teddy's coming, hot and messy, limbs tightening on all of Billy's points like he'll never let him go.
"Billy, Billy, Billy," he mumbles into Billy's neck, shaking with it as he comes down. Billy's letting out soft, unbidden cries into Teddy's hair; his thrusts become even harder . Teddy rocks back to meet them until he feels Billy tense, until Billy bows up under him, bites his shoulder, and comes.
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Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1001
Contains: porn
AN: Apparently the solution to being really really really really really really angry at your commute is to write porn the entire way home.
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Teddy slides down slowly, inch by inch, until he's fully seated on Billy's cock.
Billy pushes his head back into the pillows and lets out a long, harsh exhale. A deep flush travels down the long line of his neck, staining his collarbones and slim chest.
"Fuck Teddy," he breathes, his mouth bitten red and wet, soft from kissing.
His hands come up to skim over Teddy's hipbones, fingers catching in the groove on their way to Teddy's sweat-slick belly. Clever quick fingers going slow now, dipping into Teddy's navel, circling, sliding up the long smooth plane of his ribs, his sternum, his chest, as far as he can reach. Billy's hands make a quiet whispering noise, skin soft on skin, and Teddy arches his back into it. Closes his eyes into it.
"Teddy," Billy says again, and Teddy looks down to meet his eyes gone so dark.
Teddy leans forward, just enough, hips barely moving over Billy's cock, just enough to get another gorgeous shocked sound from Billy's mouth. Teddy leans forward, just enough that Billy can reach up Teddy's neck to trace a finger along his jaw. Teddy catches it when it attempts to run over his lips, sucks the pad of it into his mouth and finds all the whorls and lines with his tongue.
Billy lets out another soft desperate noise and it makes Teddy's cock ache. He wants Billy's hands to run back down his torso, past his muscles and past his navel, past the line of hair below. He wants Billy's hands on his cock, warm and solid and sure.
But more than that, even more than that, he wants to draw this out, so he rolls his hips tortuously, letting out a gasp when the movement causes Billy's cock to brush against his prostate. He feels his cock twitch, lying flushed and so hard against Billy's abdomen, then he feels it spurt when Billy lifts his hips into the motion, pressing harder.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Billy says, voice wet and broken, straining for sarcasm. His hands drop to Teddy's hips, pulling him forward into the next rise of Billy's hips.
Teddy lets his head drop back as his hands cover Billy's on his hips, taking back control of the movement. "Possibly," he says, his own voice no more steady.
"You know, I have means of my own," Billy says, and his hand jerks under Teddy's, intent on a path across Teddy's thigh, aiming for his cock.
"Don't you dare," Teddy says, gripping Billy's hand tighter, tangling their fingers into an impossible knot. He snaps his hips, once, sharp, and Billy presses back into the pillows again, chest heaving, trying to arch up.
"Hate you," he gasps, desperate, because he is always difficult. Even in this.
"No you don't," Teddy says, but it's hard to keep his voice even. Hard to maintain this slow sweet slide, not with the not-nearly-enough pressure of Billy inside him, deep, close against his prostate. Not with the tantalizing friction of his still spit-slick cock dragging precome across Billy's belly. He shifts his other hand, scrapes it along Billy's side to a steadier anchor, braced on Billy's chest. He snaps his hips forward again.
"Teddy, please," Billy says, throat working, mouth swollen and shocked open. His skin burns under Teddy's palm.
"So demanding," Teddy says, but it's too much for him now too. When Billy pushes at his hip, fingers curling around and fingernails leaving indents in his skin, Teddy goes with it. He rolls his hips into it, continuous now, movements getting firmer with every stroke. His own toes curl into the sheets, and when Billy goes to raise his knees Teddy lets him, bowing even more forward, hair hanging down into his face.
"Oh god, Teddy, yes, like that, oh fuck Teddy yes, god," Billy says, uncontrolled, barely above a whisper, mumbling praise like Teddy's stolen his all of his words and he's fighting to get them back. "God Teddy, you're so- you feel so- fuck."
Teddy leans back against Billy's knees, coarse hair scraping against his spine. His hips move now of their own volition, meeting the rough short thrusts of Billy's cock. Billy's hands on his hips feel like a brand and he moves faster, faster, smoothing out the rhythm and making it deeper. He drags blunt fingernails down Billy's chest, feels the moans rising in his own chest, lets them out. The sweet, brilliant friction of Billy's cock inside him is starting to get overwhelming.
"Billy," he says, and it sounds like a whine even to his own ears.
"I wish you could see yourself like this," Billy pants. "I don't-"
Teddy looks down at Billy then, flushed and sweaty and more gorgeous than he could ever know. More than he could ever see, no matter how much he looked. Teddy's heart squeezes in his chest and he lets go of Billy's hand so he can run both of his up to Billy shoulders, so he can brace himself to lean all the way down.
"Fuck, Billy, you-" he says. He bends to suck at Billy's neck, tastes the salt and wishes he could find the words to release the pressure on his heart. "Billy," he breathes and shudders through the thrusts.
"How do you-" Billy says, like it means something, then his hands aren't on Teddy's hips anymore, nothing to guide them both. One hand goes to Teddy's hair, tugging in a way that Teddy has always been helpless towards. The other is suddenly on his cock, palm circling the head and making everything slick.
"Billy, yes, god," Teddy says in Billy's ear, then Billy strokes him once, twice, three times. On the fourth Teddy's coming, hot and messy, limbs tightening on all of Billy's points like he'll never let him go.
"Billy, Billy, Billy," he mumbles into Billy's neck, shaking with it as he comes down. Billy's letting out soft, unbidden cries into Teddy's hair; his thrusts become even harder . Teddy rocks back to meet them until he feels Billy tense, until Billy bows up under him, bites his shoulder, and comes.
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