Kink Meme Fill - Four/Henri, fight!sex
Fandom: I Am Number Four
Pairing: Four/Henri
Rating: NC-17
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“Time for your lesson.”
Four groaned.
“Really? Don’t you think I’ve learned enough by now?
“You need to keep practicing. Especially now that you have your legacies.”
“I would have thought having super strength would mean I’d need less fight training,” Four whined.
Henri fixed him with an amused look. “Do you really think you could beat me?”
“Sure,” Four said, none too confidently, but was never one to walk away from a challenge.
“Alright, let’s see you try.” Henri said after a moment. “If you can keep me pinned for five seconds, I’ll let you off training for a month.”
Four considered this. His real reason for wanting to get out of fight training had nothing to do with being bored of it (though there was that too.) No, the problem was he’d recently began to have rather inappropriate thoughts about his guardian. Damn teenage hormones.
The first time he’d gotten aroused while sparring with Henri, he’d thought it was just that; hormones. But then it had happened a second time. Henri had miraculously not noticed, but since then he’d been avoiding Henri like the plague. He was wary of getting too close to Henri in case -oh, who was he kidding- because he would get hard, and if Henri noticed the rest of their lives would be hellishly awkward. But, if this got him out of practice for a whole month... Surely he could control himself for five seconds?
“Deal.”
Four stood and followed Henri outside into the backyard.
“Ok, give it your best shot,” Henri smirked.
Four darted forward, Henri ducked under his arm. He moved again, this time managing to kick Henri’s legs out from under him. He tackled Henri, holding him down. For about half a second.
Henri immediately dislodged him, flipped him and straddled him, expertly pinning his wrists on either side of his head and his hips between his knees. Four struggled to throw him off, but Henri shifted his weight back, keeping his legs immobile.
“Now you see why you need to train?”
“Mhm,” Four murmured vaguely, going completely still under Henri, trying not to notice the warmth of his body, the scent of his aftershave, the muscles in the arms that were holding him down, the pink lips hovering a few inches above his... well fuck. So much for controlling himself. He tried to keep his face blank as he inwardly prayed for the Earth to open up and swallow him, preferably before Henri noticed his erection.
“That’s not an answer,” Henri said, smirking, the twist of his lips sending another tremor of arousal through John.
“Ah-yes, yes I do,” Four stammered, his mind still mostly on a way to get out of this situation with his dignity intact.
Just then Henri shifted slightly on top of him, his thigh brushing against Four’s cock, making him gasp audibly. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, then opened them again to see Henri’s reaction. He was looking at him with curiously, but it hadn’t seemed as though he’d realized yet, given that he hadn’t started yelling.
Suddenly, Henri shifted again, more deliberately this time, pressing down against Four. He must have noticed how hard Four was. It would have been impossible not to in his position, so then why-?
Four looked up at Henri, confusion turning to realization as he saw the wicked glint in Henri’s eyes. Henri moved again, most definitely grinding his hips against Four’s and fuck, Four inhaled sharply when he realized that Henri was hard as well.
With no hesitation he arched upwards, groaning as Henri rocked down again, pressing their erections together.
“Fuck, wanted you for so long,” Henri groaned, and Four whimpered in agreement as Henri kissed him deeply. Four kissed back just as hungrily.
Four slid his hands under Henri’s shirt, loving the feel of the muscles shifting under soft, warm skin.
Henri shuddered and gasped when Four’s fingers brushed his nipples, so he did it again, pinching and rolling the hardening nubs and Henri moaned into his mouth.
Henri broke the kiss to lick and suck at Four’s neck and he groaned, tilting his head back to give Henri better access. Henri moved lower, nipping at his collarbone. He ripped Four’s shirt down the middle and hungrily eyed the bared flesh. Then his hot tongue swiped over Four’s nipples, making him gasp and squirm.
Then the delicious sensation disappeared and Four looked up to see Henri removing his own shirt and then reaching into his pocket for something. He pulled out a tube of lube. Four raised an eyebrow.
“You planned this?”
“Maybe,” Henri responded with a smirk.
Then he moved off of Four so he could get rid of the remaining clothes. Four also quickly kicked off his jeans. As soon as the fabric was out of the way, he leaned forward and kissed Henri again, dragging him close so their bodies were pressed together without barriers for the first time.
They both moaned at the sensation, slowly grinding their hips together until Four pulled back and gasped “Can I fuck you?”
“I dunno, can you?” Henri snarked.
Four whacked him on the arm.
“Henri!”
Henri chuckled.
“Sure,” then he lowered his voice to a whisper and added “If you can pin me down and take me.”
Four felt a shiver of arousal run through his body, but he tried to sound incredulous, asking “Seriously?”
Henri just stared back at him smugly.
“Fine, if that’s how you want to play it,” Four thought. He pressed his lips to Henri’s again, hard and forceful, wrapping one leg around Henri’s hip and rolling them so he was on top. He tried to pin Henri’s arms down, but he got free and soon Four found himself on his back again. Henri chuckled and lightly bit his earlobe.
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
Four flipped them again, this time managing to get Henri’s hands pinned on either side of his head. Henri started to work himself free, but then Four ducked his head and sucked one of Henri’s nipples into his mouth. Henri gasped and arched against him, momentarily distracted.
Four used this opportunity to manhandle Henri until he was lying on his stomach, Four straddling him, still holding his wrists in a tight grip.
Henri gasped at the feel of Four’s cock, hot and hard, pressed against the cleft of his ass.
“You want me?” Four growled against Henri’s neck, rocking his hips for emphasis.
Henri didn’t answer, just twisted under him, still putting up a token effort to get free. It made Four even harder than he already was.
He snagged the bottle of lube from where it had fallen a few feet away and, still keeping hold of Henri’s wrists with one hand, nudged Henri’s legs further apart and squeezed some against his hole. He dropped the tube and pressed a finger inside. Henri jerked beneath him and swore under his breath.
Four added another finger, moving them in and out, curling them, searching...
“Ah, fuck! John,” Henri groaned.
Four pressed his fingers against that spot again, loving the way it made Henri pant and writhe under him.
Henri had stopped struggling by this point and was pressing his hips back against Four’s fingers, growling “more.”
No longer needing to worry that Henri would try to get away, Four let go of his hands and reached for the lube again. Adding more to his fingers, he slid a third one into Henri, scissoring them.
When he was satisfied that Henri was ready for him (after Henri had threatened to kill him if he didn’t “get the fuck -ngh - in me right now, oh God please John!”)
Henri moved so he was on his hands and knees and Four slathered more lube over his aching cock. He positioned himself against Henri’s stretched opening and pressed forward, a low moan escaping his lips as he slowly sank into tight heat.
Biting his lip to control himself, he waited until he felt Henri begin to relax around him, then he rocked his hips forward gently.
“More,” Henri gasped, pressing back.
Four obliged, moving faster, changing angles a few times until he found the one that made Henri shake and whimper beneath him.
“More,” Henri panted again, “harder, God!”
Four fucked Henri, harder and faster until his pleas turned into incoherent gasps and groans.
Soon Four could feel himself getting close, but he held himself back, wanting to make Henri come first. Four leant back and tugged Henri up onto his knees, so they were pressed together, back to chest. This position forced his cock deeper into Henri and they both moaned.
Four moved one hand from Henri’s hip to his cock and began stroking him steadily. Then he threaded one hand through Henri’s hair and tugged his head back so he could nip at the column of his throat.
Henri’s cries began to take on a more desperate tone, his body tensing up as he got closer to his orgasm.
“C’mon,” Four grunted against Henri’s neck, speeding up both his thrusts and the motion of his hand.
Four cupped Henri’s balls with his other hand, squeezing gently. It was enough to send him over the edge, spilling over Four’s fist with a choked moan. His muscles tightened around Four, who followed him immediately, muffing his shout into Henri’s shoulder.