oh hey guys have some smut
For ametori.
It's nothing but smut, I mean it.
Flist, don't bother clicking if you don't like random filthy mansmut. CAUSE THAT'S ALL I GOT TO OFFER %D
Title: (haha like I'd bother with a title)
Series: Gundam 00 (S1)
Pairing: Joshua/Graham
Rating: Porn
It was dark. It was freezing. It was completely irritating that it wound up this way, but it really added a spike to the thrill.
Night fell hours ago, but sleep was often a luxury when you're active duty in the military. Joshua had a score to settle with his new Squad Captain, anyway. It didn't matter that it was unreasonably cold outside long after the sun had set (after all, he was born and raised in Alaska). Everything about Graham Aker annoyed Joshua.
They met at the foot of a Flag, the surface recently painted a custom color for its new unit. The both of them were still in uniform. Out here, near the machines, and wearing stark white clothing, surely they could catch unwanted attention at any moment. They were out in the open, with nowhere to run to if they did get caught.
"Captain Aker," Joshua spoke with a confident drawl. "Why do you like cock so much?"
There was a slight 'ng' that reached Joshua's ears. Honestly, Joshua hadn't expected a response. After all, how does somebody respond to that? Especially when that somebody was swallowing your cock.
Deeply.
Joshua resisted the gulp he caught in his throat and bit his lower lip instead. Graham was on his knees, forced down on the freezing hard pavement. Graham was also trapped between the Flag and Joshua, Joshua standing before him with the fly of his uniform pants undone and his penis shoved between Graham's suckling lips. What sort of man willingly took this? Graham acted greedy if anything. What was he thinking? He was devouring another man's cock. A (as much as Joshua hated to admit it) subordinate's cock. It annoyed him.
Joshua's hand was gripping tightly to Graham's hair, forcing Graham's head to stay in place and work his sexual favors. He was supposed to be unwilling but the way Graham's tongue played along the surface of Joshua's sensitive skin was quite clearly the opposite.
You...
As for Graham, well... Joshua had ordered Graham to keep his filthy hands to himself. Sit, like a good dog, and be obedient to his master. But Graham didn't quite follow orders as Joshua had given them... Graham occupied his hands otherwise, as his tongue worked to push Joshua up against the roof of his mouth. Joshua more than once glanced down to see Graham's hands massaging and pulling at his pants, feeling and touching himself all over, and Joshua was almost disappointed he hadn't told Graham to use those hands on him after all.
No. He won't get his way. I'll shame him.
Joshua pulled out. Almost. His heart skipped a beat as he felt Graham lean forward into the movement, forcing Joshua to take a step backwards if he wanted Graham to stop. That... slut. Joshua's angry frown twisted into a grin. He wasn't going to give in to Graham. Like hell he'd let Graham control the pace. Joshua kept his hand fisted tightly in Graham's hair, glaring down into Graham's eyes. Graham's lips held the tip of Joshua's penis, like a small cradle made just for this moment, and Joshua felt the subtle movements, Graham's lips kissing and sucking lightly. Graham's tongue flicked across the tip, and Joshua's muscles stiffened at once, resisting the pleasure shock he had received.
Joshua's other hand grabbed his penis, pulling it away from Graham's teasing mouth. Graham waited, his face flushed and eyes lidded, gazing ahead at Joshua's manhood with some expression Joshua couldn't quite read.
Fine! Take it, CAPTAIN.
Joshua's hips thrust forward, the head of his penis rubbing against Graham's face. Joshua pressed it firmly to Graham's cheek, feeling the warmth of Graham's blushing. He was already holding himself back, what with the damned wonders Graham had worked on him instead of the weak submissiveness Joshua had been expecting. Still, trailing on Graham's face was the pre-cum Joshua was leaking. Some of it was near Graham's lips, right at the corner... Graham's tongue edged out just enough to taste it.
Damn--him--
Joshua's plan was to release on Graham's face, but he was still caught in this moment. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, looking down at Graham, and Graham waiting for it with that look on his face. Graham's swollen lips were parted, panting in short hot breaths, and his eyes were closed; not tightly, as if he knew what was coming next, but relaxed and pleasured, as if he knew what was coming...
Damn you, Aker.
Joshua choked back his groan. His vision went blank for a moment; his whole world did. But when his senses quickly rushed back, his eyes fell to Graham. Graham was visibly shuddering, looking the complete opposite of embarassed with Joshua's semen on his face, shot even up into the edges of his hair, having some sort of sick pride in having this mark of shameless lust.
Joshua resisted the urge to spat.
Everything about Graham annoyed him. Everything.
Everything down to the way Graham's hands slowed their pumping as Joshua hurriedly pulled away; the way Graham didn't wipe his face clean as Joshua fixed his uniform to look presentable; the way Graham gave him a lingering look as Joshua turned his back, stalking away from Graham to head back into the base.
It's nothing but smut, I mean it.
Flist, don't bother clicking if you don't like random filthy mansmut. CAUSE THAT'S ALL I GOT TO OFFER %D
Title: (haha like I'd bother with a title)
Series: Gundam 00 (S1)
Pairing: Joshua/Graham
Rating: Porn
It was dark. It was freezing. It was completely irritating that it wound up this way, but it really added a spike to the thrill.
Night fell hours ago, but sleep was often a luxury when you're active duty in the military. Joshua had a score to settle with his new Squad Captain, anyway. It didn't matter that it was unreasonably cold outside long after the sun had set (after all, he was born and raised in Alaska). Everything about Graham Aker annoyed Joshua.
They met at the foot of a Flag, the surface recently painted a custom color for its new unit. The both of them were still in uniform. Out here, near the machines, and wearing stark white clothing, surely they could catch unwanted attention at any moment. They were out in the open, with nowhere to run to if they did get caught.
"Captain Aker," Joshua spoke with a confident drawl. "Why do you like cock so much?"
There was a slight 'ng' that reached Joshua's ears. Honestly, Joshua hadn't expected a response. After all, how does somebody respond to that? Especially when that somebody was swallowing your cock.
Deeply.
Joshua resisted the gulp he caught in his throat and bit his lower lip instead. Graham was on his knees, forced down on the freezing hard pavement. Graham was also trapped between the Flag and Joshua, Joshua standing before him with the fly of his uniform pants undone and his penis shoved between Graham's suckling lips. What sort of man willingly took this? Graham acted greedy if anything. What was he thinking? He was devouring another man's cock. A (as much as Joshua hated to admit it) subordinate's cock. It annoyed him.
Joshua's hand was gripping tightly to Graham's hair, forcing Graham's head to stay in place and work his sexual favors. He was supposed to be unwilling but the way Graham's tongue played along the surface of Joshua's sensitive skin was quite clearly the opposite.
You...
As for Graham, well... Joshua had ordered Graham to keep his filthy hands to himself. Sit, like a good dog, and be obedient to his master. But Graham didn't quite follow orders as Joshua had given them... Graham occupied his hands otherwise, as his tongue worked to push Joshua up against the roof of his mouth. Joshua more than once glanced down to see Graham's hands massaging and pulling at his pants, feeling and touching himself all over, and Joshua was almost disappointed he hadn't told Graham to use those hands on him after all.
No. He won't get his way. I'll shame him.
Joshua pulled out. Almost. His heart skipped a beat as he felt Graham lean forward into the movement, forcing Joshua to take a step backwards if he wanted Graham to stop. That... slut. Joshua's angry frown twisted into a grin. He wasn't going to give in to Graham. Like hell he'd let Graham control the pace. Joshua kept his hand fisted tightly in Graham's hair, glaring down into Graham's eyes. Graham's lips held the tip of Joshua's penis, like a small cradle made just for this moment, and Joshua felt the subtle movements, Graham's lips kissing and sucking lightly. Graham's tongue flicked across the tip, and Joshua's muscles stiffened at once, resisting the pleasure shock he had received.
Joshua's other hand grabbed his penis, pulling it away from Graham's teasing mouth. Graham waited, his face flushed and eyes lidded, gazing ahead at Joshua's manhood with some expression Joshua couldn't quite read.
Fine! Take it, CAPTAIN.
Joshua's hips thrust forward, the head of his penis rubbing against Graham's face. Joshua pressed it firmly to Graham's cheek, feeling the warmth of Graham's blushing. He was already holding himself back, what with the damned wonders Graham had worked on him instead of the weak submissiveness Joshua had been expecting. Still, trailing on Graham's face was the pre-cum Joshua was leaking. Some of it was near Graham's lips, right at the corner... Graham's tongue edged out just enough to taste it.
Damn--him--
Joshua's plan was to release on Graham's face, but he was still caught in this moment. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, looking down at Graham, and Graham waiting for it with that look on his face. Graham's swollen lips were parted, panting in short hot breaths, and his eyes were closed; not tightly, as if he knew what was coming next, but relaxed and pleasured, as if he knew what was coming...
Damn you, Aker.
Joshua choked back his groan. His vision went blank for a moment; his whole world did. But when his senses quickly rushed back, his eyes fell to Graham. Graham was visibly shuddering, looking the complete opposite of embarassed with Joshua's semen on his face, shot even up into the edges of his hair, having some sort of sick pride in having this mark of shameless lust.
Joshua resisted the urge to spat.
Everything about Graham annoyed him. Everything.
Everything down to the way Graham's hands slowed their pumping as Joshua hurriedly pulled away; the way Graham didn't wipe his face clean as Joshua fixed his uniform to look presentable; the way Graham gave him a lingering look as Joshua turned his back, stalking away from Graham to head back into the base.