Bed Would Be Better
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Deans
Prompt: Let go
Notes: For 30_sweets.
Warnings: Sex and candy.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Leslie's teasing him with butterscotch.
17: Let go
She dangled a butterscotch and swayed it hypnotically. Frank drooled and followed it with his eyes.
"Do you want it?" she asked, voice low and sultry. "Come get it."
He ran his tongue over his lips and stared for a moment, eyes wide as she dragged it over her cheek, down her neck, over her chest. Frank moaned and dove at her.
Leslie shrieked. She didn’t quite manage to dodge out of the way in time. He caught her and grabbed the butterscotch, pinning her down over the bar. He ripped the plastic off and shoved it in his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him and it wasn’t long before he was hard and grinding against her.
"Mm… Frank," she moaned. He pushed himself away and unzipped his pants.
"Heh. You like the human bent, don’t you?" she teased.
"I see no reason that we can’t have it both ways."
He hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties off. She purred. He trust into her and loosed his glow. Leslie gasped and did the same. They pulsed together, thrusting against each other with the same rhythm.
She wound around him, merging and separating and driving him wild. He screamed her name and thrust in, in, again, and exploded. Their bodies flowed and convulsed until they were out of energy and dull.
They faded together. He laid his head on her chest, kissed her breastbone.
"I need to get off of the bar, baby," Leslie groaned. "The tile is killing me."
He pushed himself up and helped her to her feet.
"Better?"
"No. Bed would be better. Let’s go there."
He reached for another butterscotch and headed for the stairs.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Deans
Prompt: Let go
Notes: For 30_sweets.
Warnings: Sex and candy.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Leslie's teasing him with butterscotch.
17: Let go
She dangled a butterscotch and swayed it hypnotically. Frank drooled and followed it with his eyes.
"Do you want it?" she asked, voice low and sultry. "Come get it."
He ran his tongue over his lips and stared for a moment, eyes wide as she dragged it over her cheek, down her neck, over her chest. Frank moaned and dove at her.
Leslie shrieked. She didn’t quite manage to dodge out of the way in time. He caught her and grabbed the butterscotch, pinning her down over the bar. He ripped the plastic off and shoved it in his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him and it wasn’t long before he was hard and grinding against her.
"Mm… Frank," she moaned. He pushed himself away and unzipped his pants.
"Heh. You like the human bent, don’t you?" she teased.
"I see no reason that we can’t have it both ways."
He hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties off. She purred. He trust into her and loosed his glow. Leslie gasped and did the same. They pulsed together, thrusting against each other with the same rhythm.
She wound around him, merging and separating and driving him wild. He screamed her name and thrust in, in, again, and exploded. Their bodies flowed and convulsed until they were out of energy and dull.
They faded together. He laid his head on her chest, kissed her breastbone.
"I need to get off of the bar, baby," Leslie groaned. "The tile is killing me."
He pushed himself up and helped her to her feet.
"Better?"
"No. Bed would be better. Let’s go there."
He reached for another butterscotch and headed for the stairs.