He moved briskly to work. Duo had something he wanted. Okay, after that tongue thing, two somethings he wanted. Lots.
He pinned Duo to the ground, straddling him backwards so that he was sitting on the chest and looking towards his feet. His hands busied themselves with his zip.
Duo's hips surged upwards again, or tried, and since he couldn't himself reach all the way to Riddick's front without the man going ot his knees or at least elevating himself from Duo's chest, he did two things instead:
First, he dragged his fingernails down Riddick's back in a way that was practiced, tried, and he had often found, true. He then ran his hands, palms flat, fingers searching, as far around the larger man's hips and thighs, and then as low along the inside of this thighs, as they could reach.
Any thoughts there might have been-- not that there were ever really any-- of doing this sweet and slow? Gone.
Richard got Duo's pants open so fast it was a wonder the cloth didn't rip-- undid his own buckle with a fast clink of metal, stood up and shucked his pants entirely because it was just easier.
And then, tactless yet somehow appropriate for the mood, he just knelt over Duo's face and leaned down to put his face between Duo's thighs.
Sweet fucking jesus it had been a long, long, arduous, long, painful, long time since anything this fast or good or fucking simple had just happened, and Duo writhed for a moment beneath Riddick with the sudden remembrance of what sex was like.
He slid his hands up the insides of Riddick's thighs, arched them slightly so his fingernails dragged just slightly more than softly there, too, then reached his neck up and took as much of the other man's length into his mouth as he could. Moderation was for pussies.
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He moved briskly to work. Duo had something he wanted. Okay, after that tongue thing, two somethings he wanted. Lots.
He pinned Duo to the ground, straddling him backwards so that he was sitting on the chest and looking towards his feet. His hands busied themselves with his zip.
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First, he dragged his fingernails down Riddick's back in a way that was practiced, tried, and he had often found, true. He then ran his hands, palms flat, fingers searching, as far around the larger man's hips and thighs, and then as low along the inside of this thighs, as they could reach.
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Richard got Duo's pants open so fast it was a wonder the cloth didn't rip-- undid his own buckle with a fast clink of metal, stood up and shucked his pants entirely because it was just easier.
And then, tactless yet somehow appropriate for the mood, he just knelt over Duo's face and leaned down to put his face between Duo's thighs.
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He slid his hands up the insides of Riddick's thighs, arched them slightly so his fingernails dragged just slightly more than softly there, too, then reached his neck up and took as much of the other man's length into his mouth as he could. Moderation was for pussies.
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