Ficlet | Sometimes Super Strength Is A Real Pain In The Face
Title: Sometimes Super Strength Is A Real Pain In The Face
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 900+
Prompt: tsaiko prompted Restraints, and well, there was apparently only one way that could go. (Fixed slightly from the original.)
A/N: Have I mentioned I hate my commute?
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Billy thrusts and Teddy gasps, low and stuttering, and it's almost almost enough until the headboard gives a final pained crack and permanently parts ways with the rest of the bed frame and sends them both jarringly to the floor in a shower of splinters. Teddy's fall is mostly cushioned by mattress, but Billy's fall is only cushioned by Teddy, and the back of Teddy's head is hard.
"Ow, fuck, jesus," Billy says, reflexively jerking back from where he's still, somehow, buried in Teddy. He was so close, so fucking close and he can't stop himself- doesn't want to stop himself, not even now with red hot pain radiating up through his nose and forehead. "Ow, fuck Teddy, dammit."
"Ah, shit, don't stop," Teddy whines, apparently unaffected by their rapid drop or the sudden collision of a lot more of Billy's body weight than usual with his. He ruts against the bed, panting, even attempts to wiggle a hand underneath himself to get at his cock. Billy takes a deep breath and shakes his head against the pain. He knows what he has to do, so he forces himself to pull out.
"What, no, Billy, what." Teddy says, voice breaking a little. He pushes his hips back like he can't help it, trying to find Billy's cock, trying to get it inside him again.
"What have I said about holding onto the headboard?" Billy says. He squeezes his own cock, strokes it a few times before shoving open-handed at Teddy's hip to roll him over. Teddy turns and fuck, he's a mess, hair sticking out everywhere, lips bitten red, flushed all the way down his chest. His cock drips pre-come onto his belly and, even as Billy watches, he reaches for it again. Billy knocks Teddy's hand away, grips his wrist and pushes it up above his head.
"I told you you were going to break it again," Billy says, reaching for Teddy's other wrist. "You and your damn super strength," Billy says and pins Teddy's wrists to the mattress amid the debris of the much battered bed frame.
Teddy's knees fall open immediately to accommodate Billy's slide. Billy leans forward into the pin, hovering over Teddy's body, putting all of his weight into his hands. Teddy tries to use his calves to grab Billy's hips, pull him in closer, but Billy taps into a heretofore unknown well of self-restraint and resists. "I am tired of being interrupted in the middle of things-" Teddy flexes his thighs as if to say well then let's get back to it "-to fix an increasingly unsound bed because you can't control yourself."
Teddy laughs at that, surprised and breathless. He doesn't say, Yes, obviously. Obviously I'm the one with self-control problems, but he tilts his head up and nips at Billy's jaw in a way that says it all. He flexes his wrists under Billy's hands and moans deep in his chest when Billy presses Teddy's hands harder into the mattress in response. Billy exhales harshly but doesn't give in.
"Then you can just- Fuck, you can just fix it later, Billy please," Teddy says, not even trying to not sound desperate. Billy can feel Teddy's cock twitching against his thigh, hot and sticky. His own cock gives an anguished pang and Billy wants so badly to shift his hips a little, bring their cocks together and grind, grind until he comes all over Teddy's belly. He settles for bending down and kissing Teddy, licking into every corner of his mouth and only pulling back when Teddy tries to draw him in again.
Teddy bucks up against air when Billy goes this time, pushes his arms harder against Billy's grip. Still not hard enough to break it though, and Billy licks a long flat swipe up his throat. "Goddammit Billy," Teddy says. "What's a guy have to do?"
"Quit breaking the fucking bed," Billy grins, then abruptly surges forward, one smooth thrust all the way back in until his pelvis is flush against Teddy's ass.
Teddy arches up off the bed, groaning and locking his legs around Billy's back. It's reflex when he tries to break his arms free this time, wind them around Billy's neck and shoulders, but Billy's added a thread of magic to his grip on Teddy's wrists and nothing Teddy can do will break it.
"Oh- Oh fuck Billy what did you-" Teddy gasps, flexing his arms against the magic as Billy slides his own hands away. The muscles in Teddy's arms ripple under Billy's palms and his voice is rough and raspy in Billy's ear. "Did you-" Teddy gasps. He doesn't sound angry or even confused, just incredibly, impossibly turned on. Billy kisses his way along Teddy's jaw until he can look him in the eye, and there it is. That look, that half-surprised, completely hungry, needy look Billy somehow manages to put on Teddy's face, against all reasonable odds. It's the look that says Teddy is two seconds away from coming, and this time Billy's put it there and he hasn't even started moving again yet.
"Kept you from breaking anything else," Billy says and kisses his grin into Teddy's mouth.
Teddy kisses back, that same hunger and need turning it sloppy and graceless and amazing. He strains against the magic again with all his not insignificant force (Billy's seen him break through concrete like it was pencil lead), but he can't budge, hands locked down tight and restrained. Teddy's trapped and bound in Billy's magic and Teddy kisses Billy like he loves it more than anything.
Billy laughs into Teddy's mouth and finally, finally, starts to thrust.
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Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 900+
Prompt: tsaiko prompted Restraints, and well, there was apparently only one way that could go. (Fixed slightly from the original.)
A/N: Have I mentioned I hate my commute?
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Billy thrusts and Teddy gasps, low and stuttering, and it's almost almost enough until the headboard gives a final pained crack and permanently parts ways with the rest of the bed frame and sends them both jarringly to the floor in a shower of splinters. Teddy's fall is mostly cushioned by mattress, but Billy's fall is only cushioned by Teddy, and the back of Teddy's head is hard.
"Ow, fuck, jesus," Billy says, reflexively jerking back from where he's still, somehow, buried in Teddy. He was so close, so fucking close and he can't stop himself- doesn't want to stop himself, not even now with red hot pain radiating up through his nose and forehead. "Ow, fuck Teddy, dammit."
"Ah, shit, don't stop," Teddy whines, apparently unaffected by their rapid drop or the sudden collision of a lot more of Billy's body weight than usual with his. He ruts against the bed, panting, even attempts to wiggle a hand underneath himself to get at his cock. Billy takes a deep breath and shakes his head against the pain. He knows what he has to do, so he forces himself to pull out.
"What, no, Billy, what." Teddy says, voice breaking a little. He pushes his hips back like he can't help it, trying to find Billy's cock, trying to get it inside him again.
"What have I said about holding onto the headboard?" Billy says. He squeezes his own cock, strokes it a few times before shoving open-handed at Teddy's hip to roll him over. Teddy turns and fuck, he's a mess, hair sticking out everywhere, lips bitten red, flushed all the way down his chest. His cock drips pre-come onto his belly and, even as Billy watches, he reaches for it again. Billy knocks Teddy's hand away, grips his wrist and pushes it up above his head.
"I told you you were going to break it again," Billy says, reaching for Teddy's other wrist. "You and your damn super strength," Billy says and pins Teddy's wrists to the mattress amid the debris of the much battered bed frame.
Teddy's knees fall open immediately to accommodate Billy's slide. Billy leans forward into the pin, hovering over Teddy's body, putting all of his weight into his hands. Teddy tries to use his calves to grab Billy's hips, pull him in closer, but Billy taps into a heretofore unknown well of self-restraint and resists. "I am tired of being interrupted in the middle of things-" Teddy flexes his thighs as if to say well then let's get back to it "-to fix an increasingly unsound bed because you can't control yourself."
Teddy laughs at that, surprised and breathless. He doesn't say, Yes, obviously. Obviously I'm the one with self-control problems, but he tilts his head up and nips at Billy's jaw in a way that says it all. He flexes his wrists under Billy's hands and moans deep in his chest when Billy presses Teddy's hands harder into the mattress in response. Billy exhales harshly but doesn't give in.
"Then you can just- Fuck, you can just fix it later, Billy please," Teddy says, not even trying to not sound desperate. Billy can feel Teddy's cock twitching against his thigh, hot and sticky. His own cock gives an anguished pang and Billy wants so badly to shift his hips a little, bring their cocks together and grind, grind until he comes all over Teddy's belly. He settles for bending down and kissing Teddy, licking into every corner of his mouth and only pulling back when Teddy tries to draw him in again.
Teddy bucks up against air when Billy goes this time, pushes his arms harder against Billy's grip. Still not hard enough to break it though, and Billy licks a long flat swipe up his throat. "Goddammit Billy," Teddy says. "What's a guy have to do?"
"Quit breaking the fucking bed," Billy grins, then abruptly surges forward, one smooth thrust all the way back in until his pelvis is flush against Teddy's ass.
Teddy arches up off the bed, groaning and locking his legs around Billy's back. It's reflex when he tries to break his arms free this time, wind them around Billy's neck and shoulders, but Billy's added a thread of magic to his grip on Teddy's wrists and nothing Teddy can do will break it.
"Oh- Oh fuck Billy what did you-" Teddy gasps, flexing his arms against the magic as Billy slides his own hands away. The muscles in Teddy's arms ripple under Billy's palms and his voice is rough and raspy in Billy's ear. "Did you-" Teddy gasps. He doesn't sound angry or even confused, just incredibly, impossibly turned on. Billy kisses his way along Teddy's jaw until he can look him in the eye, and there it is. That look, that half-surprised, completely hungry, needy look Billy somehow manages to put on Teddy's face, against all reasonable odds. It's the look that says Teddy is two seconds away from coming, and this time Billy's put it there and he hasn't even started moving again yet.
"Kept you from breaking anything else," Billy says and kisses his grin into Teddy's mouth.
Teddy kisses back, that same hunger and need turning it sloppy and graceless and amazing. He strains against the magic again with all his not insignificant force (Billy's seen him break through concrete like it was pencil lead), but he can't budge, hands locked down tight and restrained. Teddy's trapped and bound in Billy's magic and Teddy kisses Billy like he loves it more than anything.
Billy laughs into Teddy's mouth and finally, finally, starts to thrust.
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