Slick like soap, 2a of 2, NC17, Billy Rocks/Goodnight Robicheaux
Section One here http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/825875.html
By wanderingsmith and Joline
Summary: Plot? no plot here.
Section 2
Option 1: Billy gets taken apart
He was *not* nineteen, for fuck’s sake! He should have more self-control than to be all but wailing from a just a few minutes of nothing but Goody’s damned tongue fucking him! When he felt a finger slide in, so damn easy with how wet with spit he was that he shuddered, he tried to slow his breath, tried to catch the runaway pool of pleasure driving him headlong to orgasm; all the while knowing damned well Goody wasn’t going to let him get anything like composure back. His precious seconds of relief vanished with a sob when that finger stroked over that long-since swollen spot inside and he was right back on the edge, biting his lips as his body tensed in anticipation.
“Don’t bite your poor lips, mon beau; there’s only me around and I want to hear you.”
If he were himself, he would never obey an order so easily. Yet here and now, he was groaning what might have been Goody’s name before he felt him mouth at the wet skin stretched around two fingers torturing him to a quick finish. He was expecting to be spread further open by that soft tongue forcing its way in, and damned well *whimpering* for it, when instead the skin was sucked wetly between Goody’s lips and the heat was exploding up his cock.
Billy came all over himself with a desperate whine, his whole body freezing as drops of milky fluid splattered across his stomach. Goodnight watched with wide-eyed fascination, now avoiding that spot inside Billy because he knew Billy got sensitive - and cranky if touched. Instead he used his free hand to palm his own cock. It was so hard it ached now, his hand wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the need boiling inside him. He needed more - he needed Billy. But Goodnight would be damned if he hurt his partner simply to satisfy his own desire, so he waited, pressing wet kisses to Billy’s thighs and licking up stray drops of cum until Billy’s breathing calmed a little. Only then did Goodnight smirk up at him. “Beloved, would you turn over for me?”
Billy slitted his eyes open just enough to see the desire shinning bright in Goody’s and then smirked lazily back at him before slowly, sinuously, twisting himself over to his stomach, feeling Goody’s hands immediately wrapping around his ass cheeks, possessiveness clear in the familiar grasp and the low growl that went with it. He was still feeling the warmth of pleasure sparking through him, rolling his hips slowly with the good of it; knowing Goody was watching and knew exactly what he was feeling.
Goodnight poured some oil over his cock, his hand almost shaking in haste as he spread it with careful fingers. Then he crawled over Billy, pressing their bodies together, almost as hungry for the skin contact as he was for what was to come. Billy’s muscles shifting in his grip, the delicious rub of his body, had Goodnight panting already, and it would only get better. He nipped Billy’s shoulder and drew a line of sloppy kisses to his spine. “Billy, I…,” he began, breathless in his need, but he had to be sure Billy was ready, “Can I…”
Billy languidly turned his head, offering his lips, “Take me, Goody.” The quick, biting kiss laid on his lips tasted of sex and desperation and he hummed into it, feeling Goody fumble between their bodies as he tried to keep their lips together. Then the familiar touch of his cock, oil-slick and hot, was pressing at his still relaxed hole and sliding right in. It wasn’t quite pain when he stroked all the way in, but Billy couldn’t help a jerk.
He felt Goody freeze with a shudder, his sweat-slick forehead dropping to Billy’s shoulders, “Sorry! Sorry-”
“Hush, Goody,” Billy reached up to grip Goody’s hand, “I’m fine; feels almost good. Just take me, ‘beloved’,” Goody’s whimper said he didn’t quite believe him, but he slowly drew back, and then pushed back in, and this time Billy was ready for the jolt and braced himself, tightening his ass and rolling his hips into Goody’s thrusts.
Nowhere near coming again, yet the feeling of Goody inside him, filling him out as he was covered with his body, Goody’s lips sucking at the nape of his neck as filthy compliments started escaping among the moans: it was damn close.
Goodnight still wasn’t all that convinced that Billy meant it - after all, he was no stranger to post-orgasm sensitivity - but Billy had always been almost painfully aware of what his body could and couldn’t do, and as with most other things, Goodnight trusted Billy’s judgement. It still made him move as gently as he could, stroking Billy’s body with almost embarrassing tenderness, seeking out all the spots Billy liked to be touched: along his spine between his shoulder blades, down the side of his ribs, his arms, his navel. Goodnight kissed all the skin he could reach, following the shift of muscle and bone as Billy moaned and took him in deeper.
Goodnight pumped his hips, thrusting more forcefully, delighted when Billy shuddered in his arms. “Goody…,” he groaned, reaching for his hand to entwine their fingers.
Goodnight kissed his ear, eyes closed in bliss. “*Yes*, Billy. It’s yes. whatever you want. Tell me.”
“Don’t stop.”
Goodnight’s breath caught, “Yeah?” he thrust again, slower, relishing the friction, “Didn’t plan to.” He rocked a little when he bottomed out, rubbing the root of his cock against Billy, shuddering at the little waves of pleasure, sucking at Billy’s shoulder that would be serenely covered by cloth come morning. Unable to keep from muttering as he slowly pulled his hips back, “So fucking tight, love your ass, Billy,” he pushed back in as he said it, no way to know if it was his voice or his cock making Billy moan and rock back into his hips, “Love feeling your body shake with pleasure. Gonna keep right on fucking you until you come apart around me, chéri.”
Wouldn’t take long at the rate they were going. Billy felt his cock slowly fill again, the heavy, steady slide of Goody’s prick inside him sparking hot waves of new arousal.
He felt dizzy. Sweat was running down the side of his face as he groaned into the damp sheets, spurred on by Goody’s words and the slick sounds of their fucking. It was lewd, obscene even, making Billy tremble in delight.
“Yes, Goody, fuck me,” he moaned, half a slur but he didn’t care, pushing back to help stuff his ass full of Goody’s cock. Goody grunted, jerking inside Billy, clearly close, and Billy clenched, panting and greedy to be filled.
And then cried out at the sharp jolt of pleasure at that hard prick pressed into his still-sensitive nerves. He couldn’t hold the clench against the sparks lighting through him, but Goody took the hint and finally started fucking him properly, still too slow and careful, but steady, aiming right where he needed it and then grinding himself at Billy’s swollen entrance; shoving Billy’s cock into the bed.
Trapped in spiralling pleasure/pain, Goody’s hands holding his down as sharp teeth dug into his shoulder, all he could do was grip the bed and try to remember to beg for more in English.
Even though Goodnight didn’t understand any of what Billy was babbling in increasingly slurred Korean, mixed with a handful of French and what he suspected was Mandarin Chinese, he got the gist of it, which essentially boiled down to 'more’, 'harder’, and 'faster’. Goodnight was doing his best to oblige him, hips pumping frantically, but the pleasure inside him was a hailstorm, thundering in his ears and crackling on his skin.
“Billy,” Goodnight gasped, as a particularly well aimed thrust had Billy’s ass squeeze the life out of his prick. Pure white pleasure sunk its claws into him and his body jerked uncontrollably. He came before he could stop himself, spilling all he had into Billy and maybe a bit more.
Goodnight kept thrusting until the slide became a painful burn, then pulled out and replaced his softening cock with three fingers and his tongue.
The pleasure felt so fucking close, but a sane part of Billy’s mind knew he’d already shot his load once tonight; this blinding need might be as far as he could get for seconds. But he wanted everything. As Goody gave him exactly the savage fucking he wanted, his movements getting rough and out of control, he let himself go, trying to use Goody’s cock to reach the edge. When he felt and heard Goody beat him to the finish, he found himself slowing too. Whimpering at the ache for more, but feeling Goody soften even as he kept stroking into Billy’s ass. There was pleasure in feeling Goody’s seed slick him, and in even that shrinking cock in him, but he’d have to accept being frustrated soon, because it wasn’t enough to bring him off.
He couldn’t hold back a moan as Goody finally moved back, about to try to jerk himself off for at least *that* relief. But before he could reach down, he twitched at unexpected an touch on his already well-used ass, “Goody- fuck!” Fucking *yes*! He did love those long fingers!
He wasn’t going to be able to sit for long tomorrow, but he couldn’t help clenching his sore hole around the fingers stretching his entrance as they pushed into his slicked ass until their tips found that spot and started flicking. He barely felt Goody’s tongue slide in and spasm him back open, too busy already screaming as the sharp explosions overwhelmed his senses.
Goodnight couldn’t suppress a dopey smile when Billy got loud, too close to the edge to care about anything else than the pleasure. And to know that Goodnight was the reason for this abandoned screaming… fuck yeah.
It made him slip a little, tongue sliding out of that slick heat, but he had more control over his fingers and kept rubbing that familiar spot, feeling it pulse a little against his fingertips.
To add some extra stimulation, Goodnight bent further down, cradled Billy’s balls in his free hand and sucked gently at the tender skin.
When the blade finally came down, Billy managed to turn his head and bite down on a mouthful of bedding rather than on his tongue as his body jerked and spasmed as he was wracked with pleasure and a wail scraped his throat raw, Goody’s fingertips still coaxing more explosions along his nerves until his mind was overwhelmed and sobs threatened to escape the cotton between his teeth.
He was aching all over when he finally felt Goody slide his fingers out, the rough pain almost making him cry out again with his resistance so worn down.
Seeing Billy like this - fucked out and exhausted, carelessly sprawled across the sheets - made an aching warmth blossom in Goodnight’s chest. He pressed one last kiss to Billy’s tailbone and slid in behind him, nuzzling Billy’s shoulder in a silent enquiry. When Billy turned to him, Goodnight opened his arms for him to move into if he wanted, and smiled. “That was one hell of a ride, cher.”
Billy made himself turn over with no more than a tired grunt, vaguely aware not to give Goody’s worry any fodder by wincing, for all he had to move slow. The effort was worth it when Goody covered the last space between them and wrapped him up in his arms and tucked his head into his neck; warmth and safety and Goody’s familiar scent and touch and breathing. Sweet mutters nuzzled into his forehead growing distant as Billy dropped into a drowse.
Goodnight held Billy as close as their overheated bodies permitted, casually stroking his back a little. He waited until Billy’s breathing turned deep and even before carefully tugging the blanket halfway over them. Mostly because it felt a bit unsettling to be completely bared, despite the locked door to this cabin. And the room had cooled a little without the heat from their lovemaking.
He felt sleepy as well but knew he wouldn’t drop off with Billy in his arms, pliant and trusting, and the memories of their bout together still fresh in his mind. His lips twitched. Oh yeah, they’d be doing that again soon.
try Option 2: Goody gets his ride http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/826464.html
By wanderingsmith and Joline
Summary: Plot? no plot here.
Section 2
Option 1: Billy gets taken apart
He was *not* nineteen, for fuck’s sake! He should have more self-control than to be all but wailing from a just a few minutes of nothing but Goody’s damned tongue fucking him! When he felt a finger slide in, so damn easy with how wet with spit he was that he shuddered, he tried to slow his breath, tried to catch the runaway pool of pleasure driving him headlong to orgasm; all the while knowing damned well Goody wasn’t going to let him get anything like composure back. His precious seconds of relief vanished with a sob when that finger stroked over that long-since swollen spot inside and he was right back on the edge, biting his lips as his body tensed in anticipation.
“Don’t bite your poor lips, mon beau; there’s only me around and I want to hear you.”
If he were himself, he would never obey an order so easily. Yet here and now, he was groaning what might have been Goody’s name before he felt him mouth at the wet skin stretched around two fingers torturing him to a quick finish. He was expecting to be spread further open by that soft tongue forcing its way in, and damned well *whimpering* for it, when instead the skin was sucked wetly between Goody’s lips and the heat was exploding up his cock.
Billy came all over himself with a desperate whine, his whole body freezing as drops of milky fluid splattered across his stomach. Goodnight watched with wide-eyed fascination, now avoiding that spot inside Billy because he knew Billy got sensitive - and cranky if touched. Instead he used his free hand to palm his own cock. It was so hard it ached now, his hand wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the need boiling inside him. He needed more - he needed Billy. But Goodnight would be damned if he hurt his partner simply to satisfy his own desire, so he waited, pressing wet kisses to Billy’s thighs and licking up stray drops of cum until Billy’s breathing calmed a little. Only then did Goodnight smirk up at him. “Beloved, would you turn over for me?”
Billy slitted his eyes open just enough to see the desire shinning bright in Goody’s and then smirked lazily back at him before slowly, sinuously, twisting himself over to his stomach, feeling Goody’s hands immediately wrapping around his ass cheeks, possessiveness clear in the familiar grasp and the low growl that went with it. He was still feeling the warmth of pleasure sparking through him, rolling his hips slowly with the good of it; knowing Goody was watching and knew exactly what he was feeling.
Goodnight poured some oil over his cock, his hand almost shaking in haste as he spread it with careful fingers. Then he crawled over Billy, pressing their bodies together, almost as hungry for the skin contact as he was for what was to come. Billy’s muscles shifting in his grip, the delicious rub of his body, had Goodnight panting already, and it would only get better. He nipped Billy’s shoulder and drew a line of sloppy kisses to his spine. “Billy, I…,” he began, breathless in his need, but he had to be sure Billy was ready, “Can I…”
Billy languidly turned his head, offering his lips, “Take me, Goody.” The quick, biting kiss laid on his lips tasted of sex and desperation and he hummed into it, feeling Goody fumble between their bodies as he tried to keep their lips together. Then the familiar touch of his cock, oil-slick and hot, was pressing at his still relaxed hole and sliding right in. It wasn’t quite pain when he stroked all the way in, but Billy couldn’t help a jerk.
He felt Goody freeze with a shudder, his sweat-slick forehead dropping to Billy’s shoulders, “Sorry! Sorry-”
“Hush, Goody,” Billy reached up to grip Goody’s hand, “I’m fine; feels almost good. Just take me, ‘beloved’,” Goody’s whimper said he didn’t quite believe him, but he slowly drew back, and then pushed back in, and this time Billy was ready for the jolt and braced himself, tightening his ass and rolling his hips into Goody’s thrusts.
Nowhere near coming again, yet the feeling of Goody inside him, filling him out as he was covered with his body, Goody’s lips sucking at the nape of his neck as filthy compliments started escaping among the moans: it was damn close.
Goodnight still wasn’t all that convinced that Billy meant it - after all, he was no stranger to post-orgasm sensitivity - but Billy had always been almost painfully aware of what his body could and couldn’t do, and as with most other things, Goodnight trusted Billy’s judgement. It still made him move as gently as he could, stroking Billy’s body with almost embarrassing tenderness, seeking out all the spots Billy liked to be touched: along his spine between his shoulder blades, down the side of his ribs, his arms, his navel. Goodnight kissed all the skin he could reach, following the shift of muscle and bone as Billy moaned and took him in deeper.
Goodnight pumped his hips, thrusting more forcefully, delighted when Billy shuddered in his arms. “Goody…,” he groaned, reaching for his hand to entwine their fingers.
Goodnight kissed his ear, eyes closed in bliss. “*Yes*, Billy. It’s yes. whatever you want. Tell me.”
“Don’t stop.”
Goodnight’s breath caught, “Yeah?” he thrust again, slower, relishing the friction, “Didn’t plan to.” He rocked a little when he bottomed out, rubbing the root of his cock against Billy, shuddering at the little waves of pleasure, sucking at Billy’s shoulder that would be serenely covered by cloth come morning. Unable to keep from muttering as he slowly pulled his hips back, “So fucking tight, love your ass, Billy,” he pushed back in as he said it, no way to know if it was his voice or his cock making Billy moan and rock back into his hips, “Love feeling your body shake with pleasure. Gonna keep right on fucking you until you come apart around me, chéri.”
Wouldn’t take long at the rate they were going. Billy felt his cock slowly fill again, the heavy, steady slide of Goody’s prick inside him sparking hot waves of new arousal.
He felt dizzy. Sweat was running down the side of his face as he groaned into the damp sheets, spurred on by Goody’s words and the slick sounds of their fucking. It was lewd, obscene even, making Billy tremble in delight.
“Yes, Goody, fuck me,” he moaned, half a slur but he didn’t care, pushing back to help stuff his ass full of Goody’s cock. Goody grunted, jerking inside Billy, clearly close, and Billy clenched, panting and greedy to be filled.
And then cried out at the sharp jolt of pleasure at that hard prick pressed into his still-sensitive nerves. He couldn’t hold the clench against the sparks lighting through him, but Goody took the hint and finally started fucking him properly, still too slow and careful, but steady, aiming right where he needed it and then grinding himself at Billy’s swollen entrance; shoving Billy’s cock into the bed.
Trapped in spiralling pleasure/pain, Goody’s hands holding his down as sharp teeth dug into his shoulder, all he could do was grip the bed and try to remember to beg for more in English.
Even though Goodnight didn’t understand any of what Billy was babbling in increasingly slurred Korean, mixed with a handful of French and what he suspected was Mandarin Chinese, he got the gist of it, which essentially boiled down to 'more’, 'harder’, and 'faster’. Goodnight was doing his best to oblige him, hips pumping frantically, but the pleasure inside him was a hailstorm, thundering in his ears and crackling on his skin.
“Billy,” Goodnight gasped, as a particularly well aimed thrust had Billy’s ass squeeze the life out of his prick. Pure white pleasure sunk its claws into him and his body jerked uncontrollably. He came before he could stop himself, spilling all he had into Billy and maybe a bit more.
Goodnight kept thrusting until the slide became a painful burn, then pulled out and replaced his softening cock with three fingers and his tongue.
The pleasure felt so fucking close, but a sane part of Billy’s mind knew he’d already shot his load once tonight; this blinding need might be as far as he could get for seconds. But he wanted everything. As Goody gave him exactly the savage fucking he wanted, his movements getting rough and out of control, he let himself go, trying to use Goody’s cock to reach the edge. When he felt and heard Goody beat him to the finish, he found himself slowing too. Whimpering at the ache for more, but feeling Goody soften even as he kept stroking into Billy’s ass. There was pleasure in feeling Goody’s seed slick him, and in even that shrinking cock in him, but he’d have to accept being frustrated soon, because it wasn’t enough to bring him off.
He couldn’t hold back a moan as Goody finally moved back, about to try to jerk himself off for at least *that* relief. But before he could reach down, he twitched at unexpected an touch on his already well-used ass, “Goody- fuck!” Fucking *yes*! He did love those long fingers!
He wasn’t going to be able to sit for long tomorrow, but he couldn’t help clenching his sore hole around the fingers stretching his entrance as they pushed into his slicked ass until their tips found that spot and started flicking. He barely felt Goody’s tongue slide in and spasm him back open, too busy already screaming as the sharp explosions overwhelmed his senses.
Goodnight couldn’t suppress a dopey smile when Billy got loud, too close to the edge to care about anything else than the pleasure. And to know that Goodnight was the reason for this abandoned screaming… fuck yeah.
It made him slip a little, tongue sliding out of that slick heat, but he had more control over his fingers and kept rubbing that familiar spot, feeling it pulse a little against his fingertips.
To add some extra stimulation, Goodnight bent further down, cradled Billy’s balls in his free hand and sucked gently at the tender skin.
When the blade finally came down, Billy managed to turn his head and bite down on a mouthful of bedding rather than on his tongue as his body jerked and spasmed as he was wracked with pleasure and a wail scraped his throat raw, Goody’s fingertips still coaxing more explosions along his nerves until his mind was overwhelmed and sobs threatened to escape the cotton between his teeth.
He was aching all over when he finally felt Goody slide his fingers out, the rough pain almost making him cry out again with his resistance so worn down.
Seeing Billy like this - fucked out and exhausted, carelessly sprawled across the sheets - made an aching warmth blossom in Goodnight’s chest. He pressed one last kiss to Billy’s tailbone and slid in behind him, nuzzling Billy’s shoulder in a silent enquiry. When Billy turned to him, Goodnight opened his arms for him to move into if he wanted, and smiled. “That was one hell of a ride, cher.”
Billy made himself turn over with no more than a tired grunt, vaguely aware not to give Goody’s worry any fodder by wincing, for all he had to move slow. The effort was worth it when Goody covered the last space between them and wrapped him up in his arms and tucked his head into his neck; warmth and safety and Goody’s familiar scent and touch and breathing. Sweet mutters nuzzled into his forehead growing distant as Billy dropped into a drowse.
Goodnight held Billy as close as their overheated bodies permitted, casually stroking his back a little. He waited until Billy’s breathing turned deep and even before carefully tugging the blanket halfway over them. Mostly because it felt a bit unsettling to be completely bared, despite the locked door to this cabin. And the room had cooled a little without the heat from their lovemaking.
He felt sleepy as well but knew he wouldn’t drop off with Billy in his arms, pliant and trusting, and the memories of their bout together still fresh in his mind. His lips twitched. Oh yeah, they’d be doing that again soon.
try Option 2: Goody gets his ride http://wanderingsmith.livejournal.com/826464.html