Some random Bowie/Jagger for y'all.
I wrote a Bowie/Jagger. I thought it would be fun.
Title: A Gratifying Favor
Pairing: David Bowie/Mick Jagger
Rating: R
Word Count: 3008
Disclaimer: If I owned either of these two, then I would be hated forever.
For however long, David had been pasted to the chair. He knew he was fucked.
David could not exactly pinpoint it, but he was stuck to this chair. Not as in his body limbs were literally stuck to the chair, but as in he could not move. David sat there for an hour, his hands tightly gripping the chair in spasms of paranoia. David gaped around the room, his vision speeding and slowing at the same time. It did not feel human or regular, but he should have been used to it.
Only moments ago- at least to David-, he had snorted his favorite treat and now he did not know if he could stand it anymore. A part of him wanted to take more and affray the effects, but he knew in the end that it would only spiral things down into a much worse scenario. David’s mismatched eyes darted to the side his body, viewing the plate with powdery lines half finished or completely gone. He wanted to reach over and use it again, but his fingers tightened on the chair’s arms.
What was worse was that Bowie had no control over his arms and he sat there in the chair with a tensed groin. David sometimes liked the euphoria that the drug provided him during salacious activities and the wonderful highs that could couple with it, but this time, David had gotten this cocaine from someone that he was not familiar with. David, suspecting like it was like every other one he had tried, he took it and accredited he could ride it out easily.
However, since he sat in his chair for an hour perusing the wall, his foot tapping a million miles an hour, his fingers tensely drumming along the chair’s arms proved that it was not like every other drug. It was different and he desperately needed to relive himself before he goes insane.
As if his hands understood his situation, they slackened their grip on the arms of the chair and guided towards his groin, but he stopped. He had a sudden feeling that someone was watching him and his hands stopped in place. David shifted his eyes around the room, his eyes narrowing and staring at all of the darkened corners of his flat, suspecting small devises hidden there to watch him. He shifted his body a portion, his back threatening to solidify and keep him there.
David let his hands fall, his mind too caught up thinking about imaginary figures lurking in his apartment. The boy suddenly had a great idea and he swiveled his neck to catch a glimpse of his phone and a notepad sitting by the phone.
He could phone him. David did hear a voice that floated in the back of his mind: “Call me when you get the chance.” Perhaps he should
He would.
Just as his fingers reached towards the phone, a clunking sound echoed outside his door. His fingers stopped and his mind panicked. What if they were coming to get him? What if they found his hiding spot? The man panicked but knew he could imperceptibly move from the chair. The door leisurely opened with a few slips or the doorknob and it finally opened. David contrived himself for men in blue coats to come in and bust him, but found a lanky figure hovering in the doorway, a large smile playing out on their lips.
“How’s it goin’, Davey boy?”
Bowie tilted his head.
“How did you get in?”
“Your door was unlocked.”
“You’re not supposed to barge into people’s apartments unannounced, Michael.”
Mick smiled, his face giving off a lazy quality. David’s eyes watched the bottle in Mick’s hand. “I was about to phone you,” David finally said.
“Y’ wouldn’t’ve found me,” he said, “because I was at the pub.”
“And you just so happened to be around?”
“I thought, ‘Y’know, David’s right across the street from where I’m at. Let’s have a visit.’ And so, I decided to find you. The lady in the lobby told me a few times because I couldn’t remember.”
David smirked. “Are you drunk?”
“Not really. ‘m buzzed. I don’t get trashed often because I won’t have a way home.”
“And that’s why you can’t hold your liquor.”
“Davey, there’s no need for insults tonight,” Mick said amusedly. “I’m feeling quite well right now. It’s you who’s off to a rather bad start.”
David did not answer.
“Did you take a little too much of the powder?”
David shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.”
Mick ambulated in, his feet stumbling a few times and sat down in front of David, his legs crossed. He sat the bottle beside him and looked up at David. “What have you been up to, David?” Mick asked.
“Nothing too much. I can’t get off this chair and it’s fucking annoying.”
“It happens to the best of us. I couldn’t get off the floor a few times.”
“Yeah, well, this is different. I’ve never been stuck to my chair. The occasional paranoia of little blue men finding me is nothing new, but the being stuck to the chair is.”
“And it seems as though something else is stuck too.”
“What is?”
Mick pointed to David’s groin.
“Oh yeah,” David said with distaste. “My fuckin’ hands have a mind of their own and won’t do anything about it. I want to slit whoever’s throat who gave me this.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t buy from shady places.”
David laughed and Mick followed too. Mick picked the bottle up again and placed it to his lips, drinking the rest of the alcoholic beverage, his tongue coming out to suave over the lid to catch any remaining liquid. David saw this action. He saw how dexterously Mick licked over the lid of the bottle, almost as if he were teasing the glass structure. When David laid eyes on it, his pants felt even more uncomfortable. He hoped Mick did not notice it too much.
“I see that you are in dire need of a relief effort.”
David deadpanned down at Mick. “Oh really? And are you my relief effort?”
Mick leaned forwards and placed his head between Bowie’s thighs, his head on the edge of the seat. “I don’t know, do you think I am?” There was a smirk somewhere in those words.
Mick allocated his hands on either side of the younger man’s legs and pushed himself up closer to David‘s face. “Tell you what, Davey boy, I’ll help you out.”
David raised his eyebrows.
“I’ll help you out of this, but in return, you have to return the favor whenever you can.”
“And what do plan to do for this relief effort?”
Mick chuckled. “You’re a bit slow if you can’t catch on right now. I guess you’re higher then the sky then I originally thought.”
“I know what you mean,” David said indolently. “I just like to pull you around a bit.”
Mick only laughed and let his hands come to David’s pants and rested his hand on the prominent size of his pants, letting the heat that was produced from his body slowly bayonet the denim material. David narrowed his eyes as Mick was letting himself go slowly, and it was irking his nerves.
“Christ Michael, just hurry up.”
“Patience is key,” Mick said without looking up at David. In response, David lightly grumbled. His eyes flickered back to Mick’s hand as both came up to undo the button, his pants snapping open almost instantly. David felt strain in his crotch become relieved and he almost sighed with content. David watched as Mick’s hands inched into his pants, past the waistband of his boxers and to the area that needed physical touch the most. He sucked in air through his clenched teeth as he felt Mick’s hands starting to stroke his arousal, moving slowly down the length and up, almost torturously.
“Fuck Michael, just fucking hurry up.”
Mick only smirked up at him in response. David needed the use of his hands now, but they were only acting on their own accord and it was pissing the mismatched-eyed boy off even more. Maybe if he had not have taken so much and if he did not need his hands as much, then they would comply with him and work. But for now, he sat back and let Mick leisurely beat him off.
Mick’s hands were still there, only quickening every now and then, and David was only groaning lightly out of neediness and frustration. If only he could get Mick to hurry up, then he would-
David’s hands were suddenly compliant with him and he quickly took advantage of this. His hands flung to the brown hair that adorned Mick‘s head, gripping the strands of hair connected to the head that housed the brain of the originator.
David used that momentum to pull himself forwards and Mick closer to him, directing Mick to look up at him and bring their mouths together. David looked for quick entry and Mick complied. Mick swiped his tongue over David’s cooked teeth, down the inside of his mouth and meeting with his tongue. David buried his hands in the long cinnamon-colored hair, his fingernails digging into the scalp. Their tongue grappled and fought for dominance, pushing into each other’s mouths as far as they could go, all the while Mick’s hands were starting to be encouraged to start faster.
Mick then avulsed his hands from David’s pants, and he reached for the waistline of the man’s pants and pulls them down, David lifting his bottom as best as he could with the newfound control he had over his hands. With his pants thrown away, David waited for what Mick planned to do next. Mick went back to David’s mouth, then to his jaw line, to his neck and down his stomach. He planted slightly sloppy kisses down David’s stomach and to the part where his groin was located. However, he did not proceed with what he was going to do.
“Why don’t you just do it-”
“What do you want from me?” Mick slyly spoke.
David shot his eyes to Mick. “We’re not going through that again.”
“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.” Mick said this simply but David knew what Mick was getting at. He wanted him to beg. David did not do anything that was related to begging. David flung his hand into Mick’s hair and made sure to grasp the strands tautly, inwardly smirking when Mick winced a little from the rough contact.
“Fucking do this already,” David commanded, not intent on doing what Mick wanted him to.
Mick stared him blankly, his mouth not moving. David knew that look anywhere and he knew that Mick was determined to not do anything. David decided to try something different this time. There was not a chance in hell that David was going to beg. He brought Mick’s head closer to his as the younger boy moved his head down.
“Listen, Mick,” David said as collectedly as he could, but made sure to add a dangerous and husky edge to his voice. “If you don’t fucking suck me off already, I’ll make you regret it. You have no idea what I can do to you and you probably could not do anything to stop me about it. You’ll be in for it bad if I do get off this chair.”
David knew that deep down inside of Mick, he liked it when David played the dangerous card. David also knew that he would not do anything to harm Mick and Mick probably knew the same. He just wondered if Mick was too drunk- or buzzed, as Mick would say- to see through his cloud of deception,
In response, Mick smiled up at him. “That’s the kind of response I like to hear.”
Before Bowie knew it, a clammy, warm mouth descended upon his arousal. David arched his back as he felt the hot mouth move around his shaft, coordinated licks and strokes by Mick’s tongue sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His hands tightened in Mick’s hair, pulling at the hair, his hands trying to control the mouth that was latched onto him. Those lips, their irresistible contours and outlines, were definitely something that was of a gift. Mick had hollowed out his mouth, his lips clamping harder and David groaned.
The pulling of his own hair was something that Mick liked. It only spurred his to suck faster, trying to employ every trick he had ever known, just for David. He made sure to hum in the back of his throat, allowing them to travel up and give David more euphoric feelings.
David’s eyes shot open as he was congested with another image. And he wanted to do this image right there.
He pulled Mick’s mouth from his arousal and pushed Mick back, his own body following. Mick and landed on the floor, an ‘oof’ sound echoing through his throat and out his mouth. David was on top of the skinny boy, straddling his rail-thin thighs.
“David, wha-”
Before Mick could say anything, David crushed his mouth on Mick’s, seeking to expeditiously cut off any sounds from Mick. His hands were tearing at the older boy’s pants, shoving and wrenching them down. Mick raised an eyebrow.
“Geez David,” Mick said after he broke the kiss, “I didn’t know you loved me that much.”
David did not pay attention to the chattering boy; his only thoughts were to fulfill this image. David took the time to prop Mick’s legs under his arms and throw the rest of his pants away, along with his boxer shorts. David reached a hand down and wedged it between Mick’s head and the floor, picking it up to make contact with his own mouth. As he did this, he pushed his fingers into Mick’s body, quickly moving them around, stretching out Mick as best as he could. He knew Mick was going to tense up and he wanted to make the intrusion less painful. He moved his fingers around, prospecting for the one spot that could make Mick- he must have found that spot already as Mick moaned into the kiss.
David believed he was ready and quickly pulled out his fingers, replacing them with something broader and larger. Mick groaned as David slid his entire length into Mick’s body, and David watched as Mick groaned, panting with his mouth jarred, his eyes pressed shut. Sometimes in these moments, David wanted to stay like this and watch the emotions that quivered onto Mick’s face. He was quite expressive when it came to any matter, and seeing the emotions and looks that leaked onto his face was something that David liked.
David waited for a moment, focusing on not trying to be compelled by the tight heat to go on. Mick needed to adjust to this and David was patiently waiting- though that patience was wearing thin briskly. Mick was ready- this was made when Mick wrapped his legs around David’s waist and nodded his head. David smiled and he indolently pulled out his hips to only thrust them back in with a more increased velocity. Mick arched his back, muttering words that were broken and possibly did not make any sense. David repeated, his movements becoming more coordinated, and revealed in the tight heat that was surrounding him, sucking him in, and pulling him into a realm where he did not want to emerge from.
A long, low groan of pleasure unhinged from Mick’s throat and out his mouth and David quickly put his mouth there, as if he were swallowing the sounds that the body produced. Their tongues, once again, clashed as David snapped his hips faster, his hands traveling down and grasp the bony hips like handles. The floor was grinding in the singer’s back as David was increasing in his speedy thrusts, and David knew he could feel that moment where everything would shatter and he would be released.
Mick’s fingers were clawing at the floor, trying to find a befitting grip on anything to keep him together. He almost felt like he could separate from his own body. He could feel David’s shaft driving deeper into his body, and Mick did not know how long he could hold out. His skin was fermenting with heat and sweat, feeling David’s hips grind with his own. He listened to the groans David made in his throat, gruff and loud, as his grip tightened on his hips.
Mick needed this and he needed this now. David knew Mick was almost there by the way his body was tensing over time and he reached down to grasp his neglected arousal and began stroking him in time with his thrusts. They sped up in desperation and Mick was sure he might have carpet burn by the end of this. In that moment, David felt his orgasmic high was over him, Mick following through after. David thrust his hips forwards, burying himself as far as he could go, leaning over to almost brutally kiss Mick as the ecstasy washed over his body.
They both broke away and David found the strength to roll off Mick, his body resting on the side of Mick’s. David panted, trying to catch his breath as it seemed to be trying to escape him. Mick opened his eyes and turned his head to look at David. Moments after, David turned his head to look at Mick. Mick grinned.
“So, should we get off the floor and go to your bed?” Mick asked, a sly quality buried in his voice.
David snorted. “Maybe we should.” He reached over to ruffle Mick’s already sweaty hair and he peeled himself from the floor. He afforded a hand to Mick and helped him up. “What about out pants?”
“We can leave them. They’ll only get in the way,” David said as they made their way to the bedroom of David‘s apartment. Mick only laughed in response.
Title: A Gratifying Favor
Pairing: David Bowie/Mick Jagger
Rating: R
Word Count: 3008
Disclaimer: If I owned either of these two, then I would be hated forever.
For however long, David had been pasted to the chair. He knew he was fucked.
David could not exactly pinpoint it, but he was stuck to this chair. Not as in his body limbs were literally stuck to the chair, but as in he could not move. David sat there for an hour, his hands tightly gripping the chair in spasms of paranoia. David gaped around the room, his vision speeding and slowing at the same time. It did not feel human or regular, but he should have been used to it.
Only moments ago- at least to David-, he had snorted his favorite treat and now he did not know if he could stand it anymore. A part of him wanted to take more and affray the effects, but he knew in the end that it would only spiral things down into a much worse scenario. David’s mismatched eyes darted to the side his body, viewing the plate with powdery lines half finished or completely gone. He wanted to reach over and use it again, but his fingers tightened on the chair’s arms.
What was worse was that Bowie had no control over his arms and he sat there in the chair with a tensed groin. David sometimes liked the euphoria that the drug provided him during salacious activities and the wonderful highs that could couple with it, but this time, David had gotten this cocaine from someone that he was not familiar with. David, suspecting like it was like every other one he had tried, he took it and accredited he could ride it out easily.
However, since he sat in his chair for an hour perusing the wall, his foot tapping a million miles an hour, his fingers tensely drumming along the chair’s arms proved that it was not like every other drug. It was different and he desperately needed to relive himself before he goes insane.
As if his hands understood his situation, they slackened their grip on the arms of the chair and guided towards his groin, but he stopped. He had a sudden feeling that someone was watching him and his hands stopped in place. David shifted his eyes around the room, his eyes narrowing and staring at all of the darkened corners of his flat, suspecting small devises hidden there to watch him. He shifted his body a portion, his back threatening to solidify and keep him there.
David let his hands fall, his mind too caught up thinking about imaginary figures lurking in his apartment. The boy suddenly had a great idea and he swiveled his neck to catch a glimpse of his phone and a notepad sitting by the phone.
He could phone him. David did hear a voice that floated in the back of his mind: “Call me when you get the chance.” Perhaps he should
He would.
Just as his fingers reached towards the phone, a clunking sound echoed outside his door. His fingers stopped and his mind panicked. What if they were coming to get him? What if they found his hiding spot? The man panicked but knew he could imperceptibly move from the chair. The door leisurely opened with a few slips or the doorknob and it finally opened. David contrived himself for men in blue coats to come in and bust him, but found a lanky figure hovering in the doorway, a large smile playing out on their lips.
“How’s it goin’, Davey boy?”
Bowie tilted his head.
“How did you get in?”
“Your door was unlocked.”
“You’re not supposed to barge into people’s apartments unannounced, Michael.”
Mick smiled, his face giving off a lazy quality. David’s eyes watched the bottle in Mick’s hand. “I was about to phone you,” David finally said.
“Y’ wouldn’t’ve found me,” he said, “because I was at the pub.”
“And you just so happened to be around?”
“I thought, ‘Y’know, David’s right across the street from where I’m at. Let’s have a visit.’ And so, I decided to find you. The lady in the lobby told me a few times because I couldn’t remember.”
David smirked. “Are you drunk?”
“Not really. ‘m buzzed. I don’t get trashed often because I won’t have a way home.”
“And that’s why you can’t hold your liquor.”
“Davey, there’s no need for insults tonight,” Mick said amusedly. “I’m feeling quite well right now. It’s you who’s off to a rather bad start.”
David did not answer.
“Did you take a little too much of the powder?”
David shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.”
Mick ambulated in, his feet stumbling a few times and sat down in front of David, his legs crossed. He sat the bottle beside him and looked up at David. “What have you been up to, David?” Mick asked.
“Nothing too much. I can’t get off this chair and it’s fucking annoying.”
“It happens to the best of us. I couldn’t get off the floor a few times.”
“Yeah, well, this is different. I’ve never been stuck to my chair. The occasional paranoia of little blue men finding me is nothing new, but the being stuck to the chair is.”
“And it seems as though something else is stuck too.”
“What is?”
Mick pointed to David’s groin.
“Oh yeah,” David said with distaste. “My fuckin’ hands have a mind of their own and won’t do anything about it. I want to slit whoever’s throat who gave me this.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t buy from shady places.”
David laughed and Mick followed too. Mick picked the bottle up again and placed it to his lips, drinking the rest of the alcoholic beverage, his tongue coming out to suave over the lid to catch any remaining liquid. David saw this action. He saw how dexterously Mick licked over the lid of the bottle, almost as if he were teasing the glass structure. When David laid eyes on it, his pants felt even more uncomfortable. He hoped Mick did not notice it too much.
“I see that you are in dire need of a relief effort.”
David deadpanned down at Mick. “Oh really? And are you my relief effort?”
Mick leaned forwards and placed his head between Bowie’s thighs, his head on the edge of the seat. “I don’t know, do you think I am?” There was a smirk somewhere in those words.
Mick allocated his hands on either side of the younger man’s legs and pushed himself up closer to David‘s face. “Tell you what, Davey boy, I’ll help you out.”
David raised his eyebrows.
“I’ll help you out of this, but in return, you have to return the favor whenever you can.”
“And what do plan to do for this relief effort?”
Mick chuckled. “You’re a bit slow if you can’t catch on right now. I guess you’re higher then the sky then I originally thought.”
“I know what you mean,” David said indolently. “I just like to pull you around a bit.”
Mick only laughed and let his hands come to David’s pants and rested his hand on the prominent size of his pants, letting the heat that was produced from his body slowly bayonet the denim material. David narrowed his eyes as Mick was letting himself go slowly, and it was irking his nerves.
“Christ Michael, just hurry up.”
“Patience is key,” Mick said without looking up at David. In response, David lightly grumbled. His eyes flickered back to Mick’s hand as both came up to undo the button, his pants snapping open almost instantly. David felt strain in his crotch become relieved and he almost sighed with content. David watched as Mick’s hands inched into his pants, past the waistband of his boxers and to the area that needed physical touch the most. He sucked in air through his clenched teeth as he felt Mick’s hands starting to stroke his arousal, moving slowly down the length and up, almost torturously.
“Fuck Michael, just fucking hurry up.”
Mick only smirked up at him in response. David needed the use of his hands now, but they were only acting on their own accord and it was pissing the mismatched-eyed boy off even more. Maybe if he had not have taken so much and if he did not need his hands as much, then they would comply with him and work. But for now, he sat back and let Mick leisurely beat him off.
Mick’s hands were still there, only quickening every now and then, and David was only groaning lightly out of neediness and frustration. If only he could get Mick to hurry up, then he would-
David’s hands were suddenly compliant with him and he quickly took advantage of this. His hands flung to the brown hair that adorned Mick‘s head, gripping the strands of hair connected to the head that housed the brain of the originator.
David used that momentum to pull himself forwards and Mick closer to him, directing Mick to look up at him and bring their mouths together. David looked for quick entry and Mick complied. Mick swiped his tongue over David’s cooked teeth, down the inside of his mouth and meeting with his tongue. David buried his hands in the long cinnamon-colored hair, his fingernails digging into the scalp. Their tongue grappled and fought for dominance, pushing into each other’s mouths as far as they could go, all the while Mick’s hands were starting to be encouraged to start faster.
Mick then avulsed his hands from David’s pants, and he reached for the waistline of the man’s pants and pulls them down, David lifting his bottom as best as he could with the newfound control he had over his hands. With his pants thrown away, David waited for what Mick planned to do next. Mick went back to David’s mouth, then to his jaw line, to his neck and down his stomach. He planted slightly sloppy kisses down David’s stomach and to the part where his groin was located. However, he did not proceed with what he was going to do.
“Why don’t you just do it-”
“What do you want from me?” Mick slyly spoke.
David shot his eyes to Mick. “We’re not going through that again.”
“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.” Mick said this simply but David knew what Mick was getting at. He wanted him to beg. David did not do anything that was related to begging. David flung his hand into Mick’s hair and made sure to grasp the strands tautly, inwardly smirking when Mick winced a little from the rough contact.
“Fucking do this already,” David commanded, not intent on doing what Mick wanted him to.
Mick stared him blankly, his mouth not moving. David knew that look anywhere and he knew that Mick was determined to not do anything. David decided to try something different this time. There was not a chance in hell that David was going to beg. He brought Mick’s head closer to his as the younger boy moved his head down.
“Listen, Mick,” David said as collectedly as he could, but made sure to add a dangerous and husky edge to his voice. “If you don’t fucking suck me off already, I’ll make you regret it. You have no idea what I can do to you and you probably could not do anything to stop me about it. You’ll be in for it bad if I do get off this chair.”
David knew that deep down inside of Mick, he liked it when David played the dangerous card. David also knew that he would not do anything to harm Mick and Mick probably knew the same. He just wondered if Mick was too drunk- or buzzed, as Mick would say- to see through his cloud of deception,
In response, Mick smiled up at him. “That’s the kind of response I like to hear.”
Before Bowie knew it, a clammy, warm mouth descended upon his arousal. David arched his back as he felt the hot mouth move around his shaft, coordinated licks and strokes by Mick’s tongue sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His hands tightened in Mick’s hair, pulling at the hair, his hands trying to control the mouth that was latched onto him. Those lips, their irresistible contours and outlines, were definitely something that was of a gift. Mick had hollowed out his mouth, his lips clamping harder and David groaned.
The pulling of his own hair was something that Mick liked. It only spurred his to suck faster, trying to employ every trick he had ever known, just for David. He made sure to hum in the back of his throat, allowing them to travel up and give David more euphoric feelings.
David’s eyes shot open as he was congested with another image. And he wanted to do this image right there.
He pulled Mick’s mouth from his arousal and pushed Mick back, his own body following. Mick and landed on the floor, an ‘oof’ sound echoing through his throat and out his mouth. David was on top of the skinny boy, straddling his rail-thin thighs.
“David, wha-”
Before Mick could say anything, David crushed his mouth on Mick’s, seeking to expeditiously cut off any sounds from Mick. His hands were tearing at the older boy’s pants, shoving and wrenching them down. Mick raised an eyebrow.
“Geez David,” Mick said after he broke the kiss, “I didn’t know you loved me that much.”
David did not pay attention to the chattering boy; his only thoughts were to fulfill this image. David took the time to prop Mick’s legs under his arms and throw the rest of his pants away, along with his boxer shorts. David reached a hand down and wedged it between Mick’s head and the floor, picking it up to make contact with his own mouth. As he did this, he pushed his fingers into Mick’s body, quickly moving them around, stretching out Mick as best as he could. He knew Mick was going to tense up and he wanted to make the intrusion less painful. He moved his fingers around, prospecting for the one spot that could make Mick- he must have found that spot already as Mick moaned into the kiss.
David believed he was ready and quickly pulled out his fingers, replacing them with something broader and larger. Mick groaned as David slid his entire length into Mick’s body, and David watched as Mick groaned, panting with his mouth jarred, his eyes pressed shut. Sometimes in these moments, David wanted to stay like this and watch the emotions that quivered onto Mick’s face. He was quite expressive when it came to any matter, and seeing the emotions and looks that leaked onto his face was something that David liked.
David waited for a moment, focusing on not trying to be compelled by the tight heat to go on. Mick needed to adjust to this and David was patiently waiting- though that patience was wearing thin briskly. Mick was ready- this was made when Mick wrapped his legs around David’s waist and nodded his head. David smiled and he indolently pulled out his hips to only thrust them back in with a more increased velocity. Mick arched his back, muttering words that were broken and possibly did not make any sense. David repeated, his movements becoming more coordinated, and revealed in the tight heat that was surrounding him, sucking him in, and pulling him into a realm where he did not want to emerge from.
A long, low groan of pleasure unhinged from Mick’s throat and out his mouth and David quickly put his mouth there, as if he were swallowing the sounds that the body produced. Their tongues, once again, clashed as David snapped his hips faster, his hands traveling down and grasp the bony hips like handles. The floor was grinding in the singer’s back as David was increasing in his speedy thrusts, and David knew he could feel that moment where everything would shatter and he would be released.
Mick’s fingers were clawing at the floor, trying to find a befitting grip on anything to keep him together. He almost felt like he could separate from his own body. He could feel David’s shaft driving deeper into his body, and Mick did not know how long he could hold out. His skin was fermenting with heat and sweat, feeling David’s hips grind with his own. He listened to the groans David made in his throat, gruff and loud, as his grip tightened on his hips.
Mick needed this and he needed this now. David knew Mick was almost there by the way his body was tensing over time and he reached down to grasp his neglected arousal and began stroking him in time with his thrusts. They sped up in desperation and Mick was sure he might have carpet burn by the end of this. In that moment, David felt his orgasmic high was over him, Mick following through after. David thrust his hips forwards, burying himself as far as he could go, leaning over to almost brutally kiss Mick as the ecstasy washed over his body.
They both broke away and David found the strength to roll off Mick, his body resting on the side of Mick’s. David panted, trying to catch his breath as it seemed to be trying to escape him. Mick opened his eyes and turned his head to look at David. Moments after, David turned his head to look at Mick. Mick grinned.
“So, should we get off the floor and go to your bed?” Mick asked, a sly quality buried in his voice.
David snorted. “Maybe we should.” He reached over to ruffle Mick’s already sweaty hair and he peeled himself from the floor. He afforded a hand to Mick and helped him up. “What about out pants?”
“We can leave them. They’ll only get in the way,” David said as they made their way to the bedroom of David‘s apartment. Mick only laughed in response.