{Synchronicity} "i've given you too much"
Title: "i've given you too much"
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Theme/Prompt: 22. crumble, 64damn_prompts
Characters/Pairings: Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating: M for explicit sexual situations.
A/N: basically just pure unadulterated smut, dedicated to missy-baggins because of the Word Grind :D
He has the Sky Knight shoved up against a wall, the shady alley a perfect place for one of their numerous trysts, occurring too many times now to be mere accident. The boy is rough tonight; nails scraping harshly down his back, the Commander’s lip already bleeding from when it was bitten. The elder returns the favour, leaving dark bruises and nips along creamy skin, causing the redhead to moan and jerk his hips upwards, helplessly trying to gain some sort of friction.
At the boy’s clear enthusiasm, the man decides to try something different this time, his hand already making a slow, heated path down the Sky Knight’s spine, sliding beneath the lower part of his uniform. When he slips in the first finger, Aerrow jerks and tries to struggle out from the man’s grip, but he holds him firm against the wall, catching one of his wrists and pinning it down, leaving the boy’s other hand to tangle helplessly in dark hair. He continues to slide the finger in deep, eliciting a growl from the younger, but then the Commander shifts just so and Aerrow is suddenly slack and shivering in his arms.
The Dark Ace’s smirk widens gratuitously when he realises he’s found a weak spot, a chink in the boy’s well-constructed armour. Aerrow, on the verge of regaining himself, tries to choke out an insult, but the dark-haired man is suddenly curling his finger, releasing a peal of whimpers from the teen. He’s never seen the boy like this before, so completely subservient, unable to fight back. The elder contemplates trying for more, deciding to run with it.
“Say my name.”
He gets the reaction he expected - furious defiance in blazing emerald eyes, mouth snapped firmly shut. The Dark Ace shifts his finger experimentally, surprised to see that same bruised mouth open again in a gasp, earning little breathy noises from the redhead against him. He chuckles against the boy’s ear, leaving him shivering from the contact, deciding to go further. The teen makes the most gorgeous sounds when he slips in another finger, the elder drinking in the fluttering gasps beneath him, and when they melt into whimpers, driving his fingers in as far as he can, so as to gain his prize. He smirks when he hears it tumble from the boy’s lips.
“Oh, please, Ace!”
Aerrow, breathless and heady from the man’s ministrations, sinks his entire weight against him, causing the Dark Ace’s fingers to slide deeper within him, eliciting a keening noise from the redhead. The man’s breath is hot against his cheek, and the Sky Knight flushes considerably when he realises what he’s just said, pleasure and humiliation seeping into his nerves. The teen struggles half-heartedly to get away, but the man easily continues to pin him down, whispering heatedly against his ear, like pouring salt on a wound.
“Again.”
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Theme/Prompt: 22. crumble, 64damn_prompts
Characters/Pairings: Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating: M for explicit sexual situations.
A/N: basically just pure unadulterated smut, dedicated to missy-baggins because of the Word Grind :D
He has the Sky Knight shoved up against a wall, the shady alley a perfect place for one of their numerous trysts, occurring too many times now to be mere accident. The boy is rough tonight; nails scraping harshly down his back, the Commander’s lip already bleeding from when it was bitten. The elder returns the favour, leaving dark bruises and nips along creamy skin, causing the redhead to moan and jerk his hips upwards, helplessly trying to gain some sort of friction.
At the boy’s clear enthusiasm, the man decides to try something different this time, his hand already making a slow, heated path down the Sky Knight’s spine, sliding beneath the lower part of his uniform. When he slips in the first finger, Aerrow jerks and tries to struggle out from the man’s grip, but he holds him firm against the wall, catching one of his wrists and pinning it down, leaving the boy’s other hand to tangle helplessly in dark hair. He continues to slide the finger in deep, eliciting a growl from the younger, but then the Commander shifts just so and Aerrow is suddenly slack and shivering in his arms.
The Dark Ace’s smirk widens gratuitously when he realises he’s found a weak spot, a chink in the boy’s well-constructed armour. Aerrow, on the verge of regaining himself, tries to choke out an insult, but the dark-haired man is suddenly curling his finger, releasing a peal of whimpers from the teen. He’s never seen the boy like this before, so completely subservient, unable to fight back. The elder contemplates trying for more, deciding to run with it.
“Say my name.”
He gets the reaction he expected - furious defiance in blazing emerald eyes, mouth snapped firmly shut. The Dark Ace shifts his finger experimentally, surprised to see that same bruised mouth open again in a gasp, earning little breathy noises from the redhead against him. He chuckles against the boy’s ear, leaving him shivering from the contact, deciding to go further. The teen makes the most gorgeous sounds when he slips in another finger, the elder drinking in the fluttering gasps beneath him, and when they melt into whimpers, driving his fingers in as far as he can, so as to gain his prize. He smirks when he hears it tumble from the boy’s lips.
“Oh, please, Ace!”
Aerrow, breathless and heady from the man’s ministrations, sinks his entire weight against him, causing the Dark Ace’s fingers to slide deeper within him, eliciting a keening noise from the redhead. The man’s breath is hot against his cheek, and the Sky Knight flushes considerably when he realises what he’s just said, pleasure and humiliation seeping into his nerves. The teen struggles half-heartedly to get away, but the man easily continues to pin him down, whispering heatedly against his ear, like pouring salt on a wound.
“Again.”