Good Enough [1/2]carolionFebruary 19 2011, 04:41:53 UTC
David really likes sucking cock.
Specifically he likes sucking Cook's cock, but there's an embarrassing part of him that insists he wouldn't mind giving Neal a go, or Andy, or like, anyone, because even though he loves Cook, really, it's not love that prompts him to sink to his knees and fit his mouth over Cook's erection.
Maybe in the beginning it was, but now it's because he likes it, the weight and the length and the feel of it stretching his mouth, his lips sore and tired feeling afterwards, his jaw aching a little (or a lot) and his tongue nearly numb and tingly from working it so enthusiastically over Cook's length. He likes it best when Cook's sitting on the bed and he can nestle between his legs and run his hands up and down his powerful thighs and just sink his mouth down, adjusting the angle himself and choosing the pace he wants.
Like now, keeping one hand on Cook’s stomach, keeping him flat on his back, the other gripping Cook’s left leg firmly, and he’s getting an awkward crick in his neck from trying to maintain the
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Good Enough [2/2]carolionFebruary 23 2011, 08:25:16 UTC
He doesn’t try to keep his lips tight around the shaft anymore, but bobs his head like he’s seen in pornos (not that he’d meant to watch them, but really, Neal should learn to label his DVDs, dang it) and presses down hard on Cook’s hips, anticipating the wild thrusts upward that come, accompanied by Cook swearing and growling and the hand on the back of his head, shoving him down. He doesn’t care that he’s drooling as he sucks, and it sounds super wet and sloppy and it is super wet and messy, saliva dripping from his mouth all the way down Cook’s cock, shiny and slick. His lips are going to be numb and his tongue feels weird and raspy already, but he doesn’t care. It’s worth it when he can feel Cook’s heat and the twitch of his cock, and hear his wordless cries from above, and he reaches down to cup Cook’s balls, which have drawn in tight, and squeezes, gently, and that’s when Cook makes a strangled sound, low and choked off and hot, and he comes
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in nothing but their own skin, part 1luxoverFebruary 15 2011, 01:30:09 UTC
“Don’t worry,” Neal says, “I’ll be gentle.” And the words are nice enough, Neal knows, but he says it like, What are you, a delicate fucking flower? and knows that Dave gets that, that he hears the tone and not the words.
“Fuck you,” Dave says, and he kicks out lazily at Neal. They’re both lying on the bed in Dave’s shitty apartment because it’s quieter than Neal’s shitty apartment, with Andy and Sixx and everything, and Neal can tell that Dave’s nervous, real nervous.
“We don’t have to, you know,” Neal says, and he means it, although he doesn’t expect Dave to think he does; Neal’s an asshole sometimes.
“I want to, though,” Dave says, and he doesn’t look at Neal. Neal takes advantage of that, uses the time to look at Dave and at how he hasn’t shaved for a few days and at how the light from the lamp looks on his cheekbones. Dave’s gorgeous, real fucking sexy, although Neal doesn’t know how to say that and so he doesn’t even try.
“Good,” Neal says, although he means, Me too. He leans forward and kisses Dave, props himself up on his
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in nothing but their own skin, part DONEluxoverFebruary 15 2011, 01:34:55 UTC
“Jesus,” Neal says. “You feel so fucking-”
He doesn’t finish the thought. There’s a little bit of sweat matting Dave’s hair to his forehead, and Neal brings a hand up to brush it back before he can think better of it.
“Fuck, Dave,” he says, and he leans down to pepper kisses along Dave’s neck, biting down lightly and not-so-lightly when the urge strikes. He likes seeing Dave, afterwards, when he’s got Neal’s marks on his skin.
“Neal,” Dave says. “Neal,” and he sounds like he can’t believe what he’s feeling, like maybe it’s all almost too much. Neal likes it-love it-that he’s the one to make Dave sound like that, feel like that
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Specifically he likes sucking Cook's cock, but there's an embarrassing part of him that insists he wouldn't mind giving Neal a go, or Andy, or like, anyone, because even though he loves Cook, really, it's not love that prompts him to sink to his knees and fit his mouth over Cook's erection.
Maybe in the beginning it was, but now it's because he likes it, the weight and the length and the feel of it stretching his mouth, his lips sore and tired feeling afterwards, his jaw aching a little (or a lot) and his tongue nearly numb and tingly from working it so enthusiastically over Cook's length. He likes it best when Cook's sitting on the bed and he can nestle between his legs and run his hands up and down his powerful thighs and just sink his mouth down, adjusting the angle himself and choosing the pace he wants.
Like now, keeping one hand on Cook’s stomach, keeping him flat on his back, the other gripping Cook’s left leg firmly, and he’s getting an awkward crick in his neck from trying to maintain the ( ... )
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“Fuck you,” Dave says, and he kicks out lazily at Neal. They’re both lying on the bed in Dave’s shitty apartment because it’s quieter than Neal’s shitty apartment, with Andy and Sixx and everything, and Neal can tell that Dave’s nervous, real nervous.
“We don’t have to, you know,” Neal says, and he means it, although he doesn’t expect Dave to think he does; Neal’s an asshole sometimes.
“I want to, though,” Dave says, and he doesn’t look at Neal. Neal takes advantage of that, uses the time to look at Dave and at how he hasn’t shaved for a few days and at how the light from the lamp looks on his cheekbones. Dave’s gorgeous, real fucking sexy, although Neal doesn’t know how to say that and so he doesn’t even try.
“Good,” Neal says, although he means, Me too. He leans forward and kisses Dave, props himself up on his ( ... )
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He doesn’t finish the thought. There’s a little bit of sweat matting Dave’s hair to his forehead, and Neal brings a hand up to brush it back before he can think better of it.
“Fuck, Dave,” he says, and he leans down to pepper kisses along Dave’s neck, biting down lightly and not-so-lightly when the urge strikes. He likes seeing Dave, afterwards, when he’s got Neal’s marks on his skin.
“Neal,” Dave says. “Neal,” and he sounds like he can’t believe what he’s feeling, like maybe it’s all almost too much. Neal likes it-love it-that he’s the one to make Dave sound like that, feel like that ( ... )
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