The Sweet Taste of Victory (Love Letters, Theta/Koschei, NC-17)
Title: The Sweet Taste of Victory
Series | Arc: Love Letters | none
Age | Sequence: 19 | 4
Prompt: Photo prompt below the cut
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Theta/Koschei
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
graphic by beachy_geek , used with permission
The Sweet Taste of Victory
This time, Theta was scared. They might actually get expelled for the stupid prank they pulled on Borusa. He looked at Koschei warily, but the other boy just stared at the Headmaster, daring him to do it.
Koschei's stare had the ability to change the temperature in the room... hotter than hell if he wanted you, but ice cold if you angered him. And while Lord Oakdown wasn't the highest of Counselors, his connections were enough to back up that look with a serious threat. Koschei knew just how to use his father's name for maximum impact and had no trouble doing so. It was just another tool in his box of intimidation.
Of course they weren't suspended. Another lecture, another punishment detail, but they left the Headmaster's office laughing as soon as the door shut behind them.
Back in their room, Theta sank down on Koschei's bed (the one they shared -- his own was a messy pile of books and papers and who knew what). "I thought we were done for this time," he said. Koschei shrugged out of his formal robes. "Rassilon's balls, Koschei! You did NOT go to see the Headmaster naked under your robes," he managed to choke out between spells of raucous laughter.
Koschei spread his arms wide and grinned, showing of his naked body. "I showed him all the respect he deserved." He crossed over to the bed and leaned down, kissing Theta. "Let's get you undressed." His hands worked the complicated closures of the Academy robes. He untied the laces of Theta's shirt and pulled it off over his head. He put his hand in the middle of Theta's chest and pushed him back until he fell flat, lying across the narrow bed.
"Koschei!" Theta objected, as his feet were lifted in the air.
Koschei wrestled off Theta's shoes and fumbled with his trousers until Theta was as naked as he was. "Nothing is as sweet as victory," he said, running his hands along the back of Theta's thighs, pushing them back and raising his arse off the edge of the bed, "except your sweet, tight little arse."
Theta felt along the crack between the bed and the wall until he found the bottle of lube. He handed it to Kosch. "Well then," he said, his eyes full of lust and his own cock starting to get as hard as Koschei's. "Claim your prize, my conquering hero."
Koschei took the lube and slicked it along Theta's crack, rubbing the excess on his erection as he stroked it until he was fully hard. Then with no further preparation, he pushed Theta's legs back, bending him double, and raising his arse to meet the assault of his prick.
It was fast and hard and relentless. Theta cried out, at first in pain, but it wasn't long before his cries became wild moans of pleasure. He reached down and took his cock in his hand, but he could only half-heartedly do anything about it because Koschei was driving him to distraction.
"My Theta," Koschei hissed between clenched teeth as he fought to maintain his control. "Theta, my tight little Theete. I love that arse of yours. Mine," he said, slamming into him as hard and as deep as he could. He pulled almost all the way out and plunged in deep. He did it again and again until he was half bent over Theta, his hair hanging in front of his face, tangled with sweat.
Theta's eyes were open wide and dark with desire. "Yours, Koschei," he breathed quietly, staring up at how beautiful his lover looked at that moment. But Koschei's started again with the fast and shallow pounding and he couldn't help but cry out loudly as each stroke slid over his prostate.
Koschei was fighting a losing battle for control. He might be able to conquer the universe, but Theta could always make him come undone. There was no point in resisting any longer and pushing himself all the way into the heat of Theta's arse, he came.
As soon as he was able to regain his composure, Koschei dropped to his knees and draped Theta's long legs over his shoulders. He brushed Theta's hand away and replaced it with his own, followed immediately by his mouth. He took Theta in as far as he could, working the rest of his shaft with his hand. He closed his lips around Theta, sucking hard, all the while flicking his tongue over the head of his cock, swirling it around the ridge, teasing at the frenulum and where his foreskin was pulled back. He could hear Theta's throaty moans increasing in volume until they were loud pants; cries punctuated by calls of his name over and over as Theta came in Koschei's mouth.
Koschei slid onto the bed, twisting them both around until they were lying the right way on it. "Mmmm," he said softly, nuzzling into Theta's hair.
"What?" Theta looked up at him.
Koschei grinned. "Nothing tastes as good as you, not even getting it over on the Headmaster and Borusa. You're much sweeter than that."
Theta blushed and rested his head on Koschei's chest. They lay like that until the inevitable "I'm cold, Kosch," came from Theta.
Koschei covered him with the blanket, leaving himself open to the warm air of the room. "That good?" he asked.
Kissing him under his jaw, Theta said, "Perfect. I need a nap before dinner."
"Screw dinner," Koschei said. "I need a nap before I wake you up and fuck you sensless again... all night."
"We'll be too tired to get up in the morning. We'll be late for class."
"What are they going to? Expel us?" They both laughed and Theta snuggled and wriggled until he was at last asleep in Koschei's arms.
Series | Arc: Love Letters | none
Age | Sequence: 19 | 4
Prompt: Photo prompt below the cut
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Theta/Koschei
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
graphic by beachy_geek , used with permission
The Sweet Taste of Victory
This time, Theta was scared. They might actually get expelled for the stupid prank they pulled on Borusa. He looked at Koschei warily, but the other boy just stared at the Headmaster, daring him to do it.
Koschei's stare had the ability to change the temperature in the room... hotter than hell if he wanted you, but ice cold if you angered him. And while Lord Oakdown wasn't the highest of Counselors, his connections were enough to back up that look with a serious threat. Koschei knew just how to use his father's name for maximum impact and had no trouble doing so. It was just another tool in his box of intimidation.
Of course they weren't suspended. Another lecture, another punishment detail, but they left the Headmaster's office laughing as soon as the door shut behind them.
Back in their room, Theta sank down on Koschei's bed (the one they shared -- his own was a messy pile of books and papers and who knew what). "I thought we were done for this time," he said. Koschei shrugged out of his formal robes. "Rassilon's balls, Koschei! You did NOT go to see the Headmaster naked under your robes," he managed to choke out between spells of raucous laughter.
Koschei spread his arms wide and grinned, showing of his naked body. "I showed him all the respect he deserved." He crossed over to the bed and leaned down, kissing Theta. "Let's get you undressed." His hands worked the complicated closures of the Academy robes. He untied the laces of Theta's shirt and pulled it off over his head. He put his hand in the middle of Theta's chest and pushed him back until he fell flat, lying across the narrow bed.
"Koschei!" Theta objected, as his feet were lifted in the air.
Koschei wrestled off Theta's shoes and fumbled with his trousers until Theta was as naked as he was. "Nothing is as sweet as victory," he said, running his hands along the back of Theta's thighs, pushing them back and raising his arse off the edge of the bed, "except your sweet, tight little arse."
Theta felt along the crack between the bed and the wall until he found the bottle of lube. He handed it to Kosch. "Well then," he said, his eyes full of lust and his own cock starting to get as hard as Koschei's. "Claim your prize, my conquering hero."
Koschei took the lube and slicked it along Theta's crack, rubbing the excess on his erection as he stroked it until he was fully hard. Then with no further preparation, he pushed Theta's legs back, bending him double, and raising his arse to meet the assault of his prick.
It was fast and hard and relentless. Theta cried out, at first in pain, but it wasn't long before his cries became wild moans of pleasure. He reached down and took his cock in his hand, but he could only half-heartedly do anything about it because Koschei was driving him to distraction.
"My Theta," Koschei hissed between clenched teeth as he fought to maintain his control. "Theta, my tight little Theete. I love that arse of yours. Mine," he said, slamming into him as hard and as deep as he could. He pulled almost all the way out and plunged in deep. He did it again and again until he was half bent over Theta, his hair hanging in front of his face, tangled with sweat.
Theta's eyes were open wide and dark with desire. "Yours, Koschei," he breathed quietly, staring up at how beautiful his lover looked at that moment. But Koschei's started again with the fast and shallow pounding and he couldn't help but cry out loudly as each stroke slid over his prostate.
Koschei was fighting a losing battle for control. He might be able to conquer the universe, but Theta could always make him come undone. There was no point in resisting any longer and pushing himself all the way into the heat of Theta's arse, he came.
As soon as he was able to regain his composure, Koschei dropped to his knees and draped Theta's long legs over his shoulders. He brushed Theta's hand away and replaced it with his own, followed immediately by his mouth. He took Theta in as far as he could, working the rest of his shaft with his hand. He closed his lips around Theta, sucking hard, all the while flicking his tongue over the head of his cock, swirling it around the ridge, teasing at the frenulum and where his foreskin was pulled back. He could hear Theta's throaty moans increasing in volume until they were loud pants; cries punctuated by calls of his name over and over as Theta came in Koschei's mouth.
Koschei slid onto the bed, twisting them both around until they were lying the right way on it. "Mmmm," he said softly, nuzzling into Theta's hair.
"What?" Theta looked up at him.
Koschei grinned. "Nothing tastes as good as you, not even getting it over on the Headmaster and Borusa. You're much sweeter than that."
Theta blushed and rested his head on Koschei's chest. They lay like that until the inevitable "I'm cold, Kosch," came from Theta.
Koschei covered him with the blanket, leaving himself open to the warm air of the room. "That good?" he asked.
Kissing him under his jaw, Theta said, "Perfect. I need a nap before dinner."
"Screw dinner," Koschei said. "I need a nap before I wake you up and fuck you sensless again... all night."
"We'll be too tired to get up in the morning. We'll be late for class."
"What are they going to? Expel us?" They both laughed and Theta snuggled and wriggled until he was at last asleep in Koschei's arms.