Shisu-Chan00 Posted November 22, 2017 Author Share Posted November 22, 2017 Excitement was bubbling to the surface and as Kris turned to look at Rory heading up the hill behind him he couldn't help but think that the man was enjoying this far too much. He blushed a little turning back to the trail calling for Rory to hurry his ass up or they were going to miss it once again. The sunset was beautiful from this outlook and Kris wanted to share it with Rory. Of course he could only do that if the man would hurry his ass up and get them going. Kris spent a good ten minutes trying to get Rory to hurry his lagging ass up. He was wanting to show him the city from a different angle. Not one from their crime ways but of his own, a more beautiful side of the city. When they finally made it and the lookout came to a clearing Kris felt a smile on his lips. The wind rushed up from under the hill pushing his hair back as he leaned forward closing his eyes. It felt so nice to be away free from any distractions, other than Rory. Free from his work, from the hard life he was forced to live. After a moment Kris peered over to Rory seeing his eyes hungriofing in the sight before him. The seemingly awed look on his face mixed with the sunlight bouncing rays made Rory come off as…more handsome than before. Kris found himself staring at Rory rather than the skyline he had seen so many times before. The main highlights of the city were no strangers to Kris and this was the only way he could find beauty in his city again despite the horrible night life the two of them lived. In that moment however, none of it seemed to matter as his eyes traced the lines of Rory’s face memorizing them for another time. It wasn’t until he saw the other turning his way did he quickly avert his gaze to the city before them. As the sun was dipping lower and lower more lights were beginning to turn on. Kris could see the slums from here, a darker area of the city than before and he knew that his men were running through the streets along with the other criminals in the city. Kris tilted his head moving his eyes to Rory as he heard the other speak. A smile caught him off guard as it appeared on his face from the thanks he was receiving. It caused a light blush to form on his cheeks and Kris became very much thankful for the shadows coming behind them that would soon hide his emotions from the man across from him. “I…love it here.” He said softly his eyes roaming over the city. “For just one minute it feels like it’s a beautiful place rather than the horrid backstreets I normally see.” He turned a little moving just a little closer to Rory. “I get tired…of seeing the awful things I do let alone my men…and here I just feel that I can be without needing to be the man everyone needs me to be.” He looked down and sighed softly. “I come here when I want to feel like someone else. When I want to think about life before the gang…I come up here to get away from my life and everything in it.” His own hair hid his expression as he spoke his voice seeming to be a little shaky as he let this other man into a part of him he hadn’t expected to. “I know you sometimes feel the same. Wanting to be guarded but here you don’t have to be because no one is ever here…you get to be you without the scrutinizing eyes of those around you. I get to be Kris here instead of the Ace of Spades…and isn’t that just magical?” He brightened some his eyes turning up to see Rory’s. He wasn’t stupid he knew all too well that he had given him his name. Kris became more trusting of Rory the more they started to spend time together. After two meetings he felt like he was safe with him. He felt a way he hadn’t felt with another man in a very long time. He enjoyed the excitement, the need, and the lust that ran between them like a live electrical wire. He loved the fact that Rory seemed always awed by something that Kris would say, that he was actually interested in what he had to say. Kris couldn’t help but want to know Rory, to want to be with him in a way no one else was. The only way to do that was to give and take a little at a time, let this other man into his heart. Into his actual being, and see where it goes from there. “You’re…not from here right? I’m sure this is a new view of the city…I also figured you would enjoy seeing the nightlife from a different lens. Seattle can be a hungry city but it can be gorgeous if you know where to look.” His eyes roamed out over the city once more. He didn’t know where Rory was from but he knew that by the way he spoke and the way he sometimes carried himself that he wasn’t American. Not that Kris minded but he wanted to know more about Rory too. Was it so bad to want to know where the man originally came from? What made Rory get into the business anyway? There were so many thoughts running through his head and he could only imagine that Rory had some of the same questions. Kris wondered when they would be able to let one another in. He wondered when and if they could because of their rivalry. The more they spent together the more Kris felt the need to see the rivalry as something separate without Rory’s involvement. Thoughts like these could end up with him hurt or possibly killed by getting too close. But something inside of him didn’t care, he wanted to know despite the dangers that came with it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted November 22, 2017 Share Posted November 22, 2017 There it is. That vulnerability that both of them don’t show – they can’t afford to, not in their line of work, especially not to their enemy who can very easily take advantage of that weakness. Yet, there it is, in the shake of his voice, in the tremble of his hands… a wedge in the doorway to the truth of this man. It made him appear more human, that past his tough exterior is a suffering child he hides beneath the surface… that every single person on this earth buries inside to survive. Rory remembers the very first impression that the Ace made on first meeting him – the overwhelming sympathy, it returns then and there. It was never that sense of pity that looks down on a person, that form of superiority some people build whilst disregarding their own vulnerable faults, it was never that… Rory sympathizes in a way where he wishes things would’ve been better for the Ace, for an alternative to escape the underground criminal lifestyle. Harrowing questions plague the Scotsman; how young must he have been to begin climbing the ladder to the position he’s in now? How old must he have been when he killed another man for the first time? Was there ever any hope for him from the moment he was born? Then, out of nowhere, he reveals his real name. ‘Kris’. It’s dropped so casually into a half-hearted sentence as if this kind of information is trivial. And Rory is floored. His hand flinches over his cigarette and nearly lets it slip between his fingers. A rush of pure desire trembles through his body – he wants to repeat his name over and over in bed, breathing the sound of his name next to the youth’s ear, choking on the single syllable as the pleasure of cumming seizes his throat in a strangled moan… Again, Rory takes a long drag of his cigarette to cool down these dangerous thoughts. His lungs fill with the toxicity, feeling appropriately rotted on the inside, as his lids lower into a half-open gaze fit for the bedroom. Then, when faced with the question of his origin, Rory begins a line of thought, “I like Seattle a lot, really… but you’re right, this isn’t home to me. Though, I’ve never felt home anywhere, even in the country I was born in. Scotland had its fair share of places like this to run away to… under bridges, on rooftops… I broke into a church once just to escape the rain, and it ended up feeling like refuge for a little while. Because amongst the madness and fucking chaos of our lives, there’s like… this soul-search for meaning, a desperate attempt to figure out why we do the things we do to keep on living. It’s been tough to know where to place all this confusion and anger, without having to channel it all in my fists…” Rory feels a little stressed for being too honest about his feelings, as if these thoughts belong in his head where no one can use it as ammo to hurt him down the line. But it wouldn’t be fair if Rory wishes for… Kris to open up, without having the sentiment returned in a way. An unwinding sensation unfurls in his chest, as he slowly feels lighter after forming his thoughts out loud into words, but he’s unusually fretting about how Kris will receive them. He drags on the cigarette once more before continuing on. “I understand… the importance of havens like this when life gets too hectic. When it all gets too much… and your head is barely above water, and you feel like drowning…” Rory’s voice trails off then, as his voice sounds smaller and smaller before he can no longer find the words to express that harrowing feeling of vulnerability cutting at his core. In his head, he’s fighting a mental battle for peace of mind all alone… so, he wonders in this shaken moment of weakness… would it be okay to call out for Kris’ help? Knowing that Kris feels similar to a certain extent… surely he’ll understand where he’s coming from? It takes a monumental leap of faith to begin, but Rory freefalls into the unknown as he goes on, “…to share a place like this with someone… someone who knows how it feels to put up a front for survival, and knows just how crucial a place of refuge is to you… wouldn’t it feel a little less isolating? I think… I think it would. Even if you doubt it… it doesn’t have to be this place, or any place at all… it could be anywhere, if you’re just with them…” The pace of his heartbeat picks up as he builds up the nerve to be less vague, and to quit beating around the bush. A shuddering sigh passes his parted lips, and he confesses. “If you’re with me… you can be how you want to be, without that pressure to keep up an appearance. And… I will too. Not immediately, not all at once, but… a thought at a time, a moment at a time, we can just… be free of expectations. Forget the world for a while. I can make that happen, if you want this too.” Nearing the end of his cigarette, it hangs loosely between his fingers as he faces Kris with a look of pure emotional warmth, and the volume of his voice tremors, “Tell me what you want from me. Don’t hesitate, don’t think about it… just tell me, right now. What do you want me to do?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted November 22, 2017 Author Share Posted November 22, 2017 The smoke seemed to dance around them and Kris watched the man before him leisurely drag on the cigarette. Now that the sun had fallen behind the city the lights and Rory’s cigarette were the only source of their light. The light danced off their skin as the chilly weather started to set in. Kris felt it bite through his one layer of clothing causing him to pull his jacket closer to his slender body. Kris felt like Rory was being quiet for too long and as he peered over he started to worry that the man had realized that he was being too open. Did it freak him out? Was he bothered that Kris was letting him in a little too far? He watched his shaky hands roam to the cigarette only to realize maybe his name had thrown him off? Possibly that one hint of information had confused him and shocked him into realizing Kris was serious. Scotland? That was a little out there for Kris and he had never been. He realized that he didn’t really even have a clue where Rory was from but Scotland was far off from where he was slightly thinking. The small idea made him smile at the thought of knowing more about him. Of course Seattle wasn’t home and Kris understood the idea of no one feeling at home anywhere. Kris felt his eyes roaming up to his friends watching him speak. He was enthralling, keeping Kris trapped as he watched him speak his lips trailing over the words almost effortlessly. He was so trapped with watching Rory that he didn’t realize the tension between them had caught back up and they were talking about something more serious than hometowns. His body seemed to tense as he heard Rory’s words turn more personal. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do about all this? Was he being serious? His thoughts were running through his mind over and over again as he was asked a simple question: “Tell me what you want from me. Don’t hesitate, don’t think about it…just tell me, right now. What do you want me to do?” The words rang through the night like a song and Kris felt his ears warm up. It was like he was waiting all evening for him to say something about the tension between them and it was no better place to bring it up than here. The thoughts ceased and his eyes roamed up to the emotionally charged look of Rory’s. He studied his face a moment before he let out a gentle laugh. “I don’t know what I want from you…I know that I don’t want our relationship to be business. I don’t want to think of you as a rival. I don’t want to see you as strictly business partners. I want…exactly what you said…for us to be ourselves with one another. To forget about the world to spend time together till dawn making sure our brains stay out of the streets. I want to feel…like I don’t have to be so tough all the time.” He felt himself step a little bit closer to Rory. “I want you. Not as in partners or just friends I mean…I can’t be the only one feeling this way can I?” his eyes turned up to Rory's face feeling a sense of embarrassment in his face. “If I’m being completely honest the first thing I wanted from you was sex…but now my mind is started to realize that I want to understand you. Get to know you more…but sex is still something I would highly enjoy.” He smiled a little looking up at Rory. He wanted to reach out and stand up on his toes to kiss the other but he was still a little unsure how Rory felt about him. He didn’t know what his response would lead the man infront of him to react but he hoped it wasn’t in a bad way. He didn’t want anything to go ill between the two of them. He wanted to spend all night with Rory till morning and even well into the next day if he could. He wanted to go on rides with him in the night to far off places where they could be Kris and Rory rather than rival gang members. He wanted to feel like he belonged somewhere. Sometimes with Rory he felt that way, felt like he belonged rather than trying to fit in. He wanted to feel wanted and needed by another person in more than just a boss sense. He wanted to be wanted by someone like Rory. He could only imagine their bodies melding together and he felt that when it finally did happen he would melt into him like they were meant for one another. Kris felt himself wanting to share all of his secret places with Rory. To share all of his hideouts where he felt like he could be himself rather than the Ace. He wanted to run his hands over Rory’s chest and kiss him deeply. He wanted to hold his hand and run his thumb along those scars on his knuckles just to feel closer to who he really was behind the scenes. Kris found himself wanting Rory in every sense of the word and he held his breath waiting for a response hoping that he wasn’t stepping out of bounds. He felt weak, giving himself this way but being tough all the time sometimes made him hurt more than being weak. He felt like he could trust Rory…he just hoped he wasn’t reading everything all wrong. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted November 23, 2017 Share Posted November 23, 2017 That’s all he needs to know. Without a moment’s hesitation, Rory urgently flicks away the pathetic remainder of his cigarette and steps forward. Within seconds, the space between them disappears, and Rory has his arms shrouding around the youth’s shoulders in a tight embrace. Immediately, he can hear their heartbeats pounding together as his face buries into the crook of Kris’ neck. His fingers etch into the material of the younger man’s clothes, dragging it down slightly over his shoulders as his grip around him fastens greedily. Kris feels smaller in his arms than he thought he’d be, which only inflames that deep-seated urge to possess him completely. Evidently, not much sense remains within him to hold himself back anymore. Rory nuzzles closer into the slender curve of Kris’ neck, too afraid to expose his impassionate expression – he’s never held on to someone in this way before… he can’t imagine what kind of face he’s making at that moment. Though he’s sure that Kris must be feeling the heat on his skin from Rory’s intense flush, and the slight shake of his hands despite his strong grip. Caught up in the emotional flow of his impulsive behaviour, Rory pleads into Kris’ neck, “…I want to take you home with me.” Rory’s voice sounds as if he squeezed it out his strangled throat, like choking on the desperation apparent in his tone. Once he’s formed his desires into words, there’s no more reason to keep this crazed attraction in chains for much longer, and it feels like a dam has burst. He’s overflowing with suppressed longing for this alluring man, completely captured by an effortless seduction, as Kris single-handedly changed the entire world for Rory simply by meeting him. So if he is to fall victim to this obscure chemistry formed out of nowhere, Rory allows it for now – all he wants is him… to pin him down to his bed, explore him like all his fantasises had teased, servicing him until he begs to be torn apart… Rory’s breathing shallows as he tries to convince Kris with a slow kiss to his neck. Only barely does he allow his mouth to touch over Kris’ skin, like a teasing brush of wind. Gradually, it builds into a series of gentle kisses against the curvature of his collarbone, pressing his lips over their shape like liquid, leading up to a few affectionate licks of his intrusive tongue, drawing a tiny moistened line around the space that Kris allows. Kris’ skin is burning up. ‘Is he feeling it too?’ Maybe he’s trembling, but Rory isn’t too sure. Rory’s shaking enough by himself to notice if the reaction is returned. Daringly, Rory finally looks up, hovering his lips near the tempting edge of Kris’ ear which only begs to be licked, and his hand gently clutches the underside of Kris’ chin to forcibly turn his face towards him. There, he curiously peers at the youth through half-lidded bedroom eyes, glazed over by boundless lust. In his mind, Rory pleads once more, ‘please’, wanting nothing more on this earth than to capture the youth in his arms and take him away on his bike… to where they can be completely alone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted November 24, 2017 Author Share Posted November 24, 2017 Everything seemed to be moving very fast. The cigarette was thrown away and quickly felt arms around his body. At first he was tense only to feel himself relax some hugging the other softly back. His breathing hitched and he took in a large breath of Rory’s scent. It wasn’t something he had thought, he smelled wild like the road. As if he had an adrenaline about him that Kris had never seen and that was exciting to him. Kris knew that Rory could feel his quickening heart and his panting breaths not only from the cold but from the sudden connection from the two. It was like water putting out a fire and he felt his body shiver slightly from the touch. The hug made him feel small in the others arms as he dipped down to hide his face in Kris’s neck. The feeling made him gasp softly as the others breath softly brushed against his neck with every passing moment. Kris felt goosebumps travel over his skin as the sudden realization of what Kris had said sank into his bones. “…I want to take you home with me.” The words sent another set of shivers down his spine as he realized exactly what this could mean. Kris wanted Rory to take him, to love him like no one else would. Most treated him like he was fragile; they never really treated him the way he wanted. He was rough in bed and he liked it that way, he wondered if Rory could satisfy that craving in his body. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft kissing on his neck. This caused a gentle sigh to leave Kris’s lips as he leaned his head to the side some exposing himself more to Rory as if this was completely fine with him. His hands quickly tightened against the other mans jacket only pulling him closer. He wondered why he was being so sweet, so tentative. Could Rory not tell that Kris was dying to be touched? Dying to be ravished by this man. Kris felt his lips tremble a little as his head was guided to look over into Rory’s face. A blush quickly started to form on his cheeks as he realized the lust in Rory’s eyes. His face shown a side of Rory that he had never seen before but was hungry for more of. He wondered what expressions Rory could make in the bedroom other than this one. “I…I want you to take me Rory…” he felt the words leave his lips in a whisper as if he was almost afraid to say them. The emotion boiling between them was frightening and uncharted territory for him and he was worried that if he allowed their relationship to go here he wouldn’t want it to end. Kris moved without thinking pushing Rory’s hand from his face to move forward and press a tentative kiss to the others lips. It was a lot like the hesitant kisses to his neck, it gave plenty room for Rory to pull away if he wanted to. Kris moved his eyes up looking up at Rory as if asking him if all of this really was okay. He could feel his own lust boiling and wanted this man in this moment more than he had all that evening. He wanted him to take him home with him, wanted him to treat him a special way. Wanted him to ravish him unlike any other lover had. Was that so bad to want? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted November 25, 2017 Share Posted November 25, 2017 Rory always considered himself to be an impulsive person – throwing himself first before fully thinking through his actions and their consequences. All he needs is a trigger, something that provokes a reaction so strong that he acts out his deep-seated urges before he runs them through his mind. And the moment Kris’ lips connects with his own, chaste as it is, it elicits a response so strong in Rory that his mind completely blanks out. He inches forward purely on a whim, as if his body has total control over him now. And he captures Kris’ mouth with his own, hesitant at first due to inexperience and general shyness… but soon, the pace quickens to an urgent tempo of kisses, stealing the youth’s breath to claim his life. Rory tangles his fingers through Kris’ hair, securely locking him into a deep kiss to keep him there. Now that Rory has him in his arms, he’s not so eager to let him go so easily. Rory never expected a kiss to feel this way – where his mind is a mad mess of incoherent thoughts, and his body sways heavily to the feeling of overpowering desire. He’s so near to pushing the boy down to the dirt right then and there, giving in to the compulsion to strip the boy naked to feel every inch of his body at that very moment, that he almost disregards their environment completely. This is not the right place for it, he decides. Not here. Not when the sun is mostly tucked away, and the shadows enshroud them both to an almost blackened darkness where Rory can barely see the expressions on Kris’ face. And if they were to get as far as Rory desperately wants to go, he wants to see Kris clearly, in full view. He wants to see those scars lining up his chest as he touches them. He wants to see that cute blush over his fierce face, entertaining the idea that Rory’s a privileged man for seeing that rare side of him. He wants to see the entire theatre of Kris, only for him. And so, without another word, Rory roughly grabs a hold of Kris’ wrist and sharply tugs him out of the area, leading them back to the bike in a determined march. His grip around Kris’ wrist is so strong that the youth wouldn’t be able to free himself if he tried. Not until they got to the bike to flip on their helmets, and throw themselves on the seat with a sense of urgency that follows through to the style of Rory’s driving – too fast, too ragged, but still safe enough to be sane. As Rory concentrates on going the fastest possible route to his apartment, Kris’ arms around Rory feels tighter than before. Perhaps, Rory wonders, this is wishful thinking that Kris wants this just as much as him. It’s shown through the heavy feeling of Kris’ head resting against his back, the tight clutch of his hands clawing into Rory’s clothes, and the swelling bulge in his pants nuzzling against his ass in an almost unbearable way. Every slight bump of the bike teases a reminder that the youth’s cock is so evidently there, and Rory catches a sharp gasp in his throat. ‘Is he hard?’ Rory can’t tell, but he wonders if it’s because the adrenaline is all coming to a head. The excitement and anticipation of what will happen once they bolt through his front door is almost too much to take. Rory’s heartbeat hasn’t calmed down in the slightest since this evening began, but from the incredible pace that it’s going now, he’s broken into such a hot sweat that he instinctively unfurls the Scottish-plaid scarf from his neck and lets it fly off to the wind. He doesn’t care where it’s gone. Just as long as this exhilarating feeling doesn’t fade away. ~~ It’s taken them only half an hour to get to Rory’s apartment, fuelled by pure determination and skilful driving. Maybe this has impressed Kris enough to turn him on – Rory grins to himself as he wonders this. He pulls up into a dark hidden parkway just below a block of apartments, and steadily switches off the engine. As he lifts himself off the seat, waiting for a moment to let Kris take off his helmet and accustom himself to these new surroundings, Rory soundlessly leads the youth to a staircase… up three flights of stairs until they reach his apartment door detached from the rest. He fumbles with his keys, shaken from the adrenaline and sweat in his palms, before opening the door and letting Kris inside. It takes a minute for the nerves to shake away, as this is the first time he’s taken anyone home in this way. His apartment isn’t much for looks – there’s no television and there’s not a lot of personal belongings to make it look homely. The front room is empty enough with only a slightly-worn couch and a low-wooden table littered with leftovers. There’s discarded clothes on the floor, a pack of cards dumped aside in an uneven pile, beer cans and microwave meal packets dotted around the place, and a family portrait barely hanging on the wall… where the glass within the frame is cracked as if it’d been punched. Truly a bachelor pad. The only unique aspect of this apartment is a large vintage record player pushed against a wall, with a shelf filled with encased records by its side. The pictures on the covers were mostly jazz musicians, ranging as far back as the 1930’s towards the present day. Clearly they’re whatever jazz Rory can get his hands on. It’s the only part of this apartment which looks to be maintained well. The player automatically sounds a tune from Joe Bonamassa’s discography, starting with ‘Reconsider Baby’. The volume is low, barely audible, but immediately instils an atmosphere that picks up where the men left off from earlier… The moment the front door closes, Rory roughly pushes Kris against the wall of his front room, encaging Kris’ head between his hands, and possessively crushes the space between them, crashing their lips together as if they belonged. Without breaking away from the explosive barrage of kisses, Rory immediately flicks Kris’ jacket from his shoulders, and lets it drop idly to the ground. He forcibly pushes Kris’ mouth open with his lips, and quickly invades his mouth with his tongue, teasing him with a rhythmic storm of deep kisses as if he’d been starved of this for too long. It’s not an act that’s decided by choice, as much as it feels like muscle impulse. And what proceeds it is an explosive burst of satisfaction and fire – flaring painfully and beautifully in a feat so undefined by words and so powerful by force. What proceeds it further is the desperate desire to prolong the moment. Rory can’t let go, nor is he willing to. His mouth moves faster over Kris’, tracing his tongue over his like liquid, passionately latching them together to scorch this feeling to his memory. Rory’s possessiveness ruled by lust guides his hands to snatch the hem of Kris’ shirt, and snakes the material slowly up his body as his fingers feels his exposed skin etched by scars. A ferocious heat beyond natural levels enflames the electrifying current sparking between them as Rory suddenly snatches Kris’ chin, and lifts his head up as he grits his teeth along the curve of his neck. Everything feels way too hot, like they’d walked into a furnace. Rational thought has obscured into the realm of the unknown. All he can think about is Kris – these deep-seated intentions bubble to the surface as he watches Kris with his eyes hooded, his mouth parted and wet by fresh kisses, and his expression flushed attractively into a harsh shade of crimson. ‘Oh god, he’s so beautiful.’ Slow and heavy breaths are drawn out of Rory’s lungs, and his unkempt hair falls over his darkened eyes, glazed over by unbearable desire. ‘How can he look so fucking seductive… I want him right the fuck now.’ Kris has the same effect on Rory as six cans of beer – drunk on his allure, a slave to his thirst. He ferociously bruises Kris’ skin with the graze of his teeth as he bites affectionately into his neck, whilst his fingers explore and discover the indentations on his chest and his abdomen. Every curve, every inch, every minor detail that Rory probes sends the thrill of a chill down his spine, shooting straight to his groin. His heart feels as if it’s shattering to pieces, devastated by the man softened by moonlight through the windows, completely intoxicated by his everything. Rory’s mind fogs, and his body moves on its own – helplessly enthralled by Kris from all sides. And then his hands wander to the edge of Kris’ jeans, tugging lightly at his belt as he breathes into Kris’ ear, in a voice so deliberately slow that the motion of his words from his lips feel like a kiss, “…let me take you in my mouth. Please.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted November 26, 2017 Author Share Posted November 26, 2017 It was as if an eternity passed as Kris waited for a reaction from is kiss. Thoughts of going too far and overstepping their relationship boundaries filled his mind. He didn’t want Rory to throw him aside because he was impulsive and quick to make assumptions. He didn’t want to be thrown aside period but as he waited for a reaction from Rory he found himself holding his breath. He was about to pull back and say forget it and ask Rory to take him home but the small implication of the man leaning forward brought a sigh of relief from his lips. In the next moment he gasps feeling his lips being taken by Rory in a much more haste and hungry kiss. The passion between the two of them came to life and Kris felt his arms slide around Rory’s waist tightening around his shirt just as the other male tightened a hand in his hair. They were both starving for one another and the kiss reflected that. It brought about little bursts of electricity all over Kris’s body and he couldn’t help but think this was an odd feeling. His breath was leaving him as Rory kissed him the feeling making his mind go completely blank and him forget how to kiss. It almost felt like it was his first kiss, and it sort of was, the first kiss that felt this way that is. As he realized he didn’t have any air left he tried to pull back only to be secured in place by Rory’s hand on entangled in his hair. The feeling made him let out a gentle sigh as if all he was waiting for was Rory to touch him in anyway possible. Kris felt everything in his body screaming for Rory and as the kiss came to a stop and he peered up at his new companion he wanted him more than ever. His eyes were half lidded and screaming for Rory to take him. Of course Kris also had been kissed stupid and he had forgotten where the two of them were. It wasn’t till he felt the rough grip on his wrist and a very abrupt and sharp tug o his body did he realize that Rory was taking him somewhere else. Hopefully somewhere they could finish this out. As they reached the bike Kris tried to keep a smile from his lips. He quickly tightened his helmet on his head and crawled up behind the other. He situated so his hard on wasn’t entirely pressed against Rory trying to hide it. As they pulled from the dirt path and started back toward the city Kris couldn’t think of anything than his arms tightly wound around Rory’s waist. He couldn’t think about anything other than the fact that Rory’s cock was only inches from his fingers that were tightened in his shirt. Every movement the bike made caused him to tighten up and about ten minutes into the ride he was pressed firmly against Rory’s back. He didn’t want to let go of him at all and the speed they were going was much more dangerous than before. He was slightly scared he was going to fall off from the wind whipping around them. Kris can feel his quickened heartbeat like a drum in his chest sounding off just for Rory’s enjoyment. He could only imagine what was going to happen when they got where they were going. ~~ Before too long the two of them were pulling up to an apartment complex. With the slow movement of the bike Kris leaned back some looking around at their surroundings. He hadn’t had the slightest clue that Rory was going to take him home. He figured that the other guarded male would have taken him to a hotel and hidden him away and hopes that his boss didn’t know he was fucking the rival gang leader. A feeling of happiness swelled in his heart as he turned his attention back to Rory’s figure in front of him. Kris felt a sudden rush of sympathy. Rory trusted him with this information and probably didn’t even consider the implication of bringing him home meant but all the same it made Kris’s chest tighten. As they pulled up to a dark and hidden parking area he waited patiently for Rory to turn off the engine and slide off. Kris did the same pulling the helmet from his head before looking around even more. He follows Rory up the stairs to a door waiting patiently as he fumbles with his keys to get it. The action makes him want to laugh at the thought but he decides not to. As they were let in Kris steps inside and peers around some. It was your typical busy working mans apartment and he almost liked that. He hated mess but the fact that this apartment was normal brought about a sense of calm to him. Kris tilted his head stepping a little further into the apartment hearing the soft sounds of music hit his ears. The most developed area of the apartment was a record set and a record player tucked away into some shelves. It was so clean and well kept that he wondered what the records were. It was apparent that Rory listened to them often and kept them well taken care of. His thoughts were instantly shattered as he was thrown against the wall. His back roughly hitting it causing a grunt to leave his lips only to be lost in Rory’s lips. Kris couldn’t help but love the possessive and rough behavior the actions pulling a gentle moan from his lips as he kisses Rory back with just as much ferocity and need as the other. He felt his jacket slide from his body but Kris was already doing the same sliding his hands up and pushing Rory’s jacket off as well. He wanted him bare in front of him; Kris wanted to see Rory in the most vulnerable way he could be. As the hem of his shirt is slightly shifted Kris lets out a hiss of air as he feels cold air snake up his body. It causes a soft shiver to travel his spine. His breathing was coming hard and as the kiss was broken he felt his lips part to try and fight for air. They were slightly wet from the very intensive kiss they had shared and his cheeks were indeed hot. His head pushed away exposing his neck to Rory letting out a soft sigh as his neck was teased. He wanted to be bitten, to be scratched and teased to his breaking point by this man. Almost as if Rory could hear his thoughts a rough bite seized his neck causing a surprised whimper to leave his lips. Kris was never one to give in so easily but Rory was taking him off guard and he loved it. He didn’t want to fight for once; he wanted Rory to take him in every sense of the word. He felt another shiver slide through him as he quickly removed his shirt giving the other plenty of room to roam if he so felt like it. His hands screamed gentle yet what his mouth was doing was nothing of the sort. It was a good mix of the two and it was driving Kris insane. He could already feel his cock twitching, as if it wanted its own attention from Rory’s roaming hands. This time Kris slid his hands into Rory’s hair pulling him down roughly kissing him letting his teeth lightly tug at his bottom lip as Rory pulls away to speak to him. His hands had roamed down to Kris’s pants the action seemingly lost to him. But as the words slid from his mouth Kris looked up at Rory breathing heavy from they’re touching already. Words didn’t come for a moment as Kris found his lips sliding over Rory’s neck, biting softly here and there. When he had finally caught his breath he leaned up to his ear nipping it gently. “Take me then…” he whispered the words softly into his ear while pushing his hips into Rory’s hands as if begging him to touch him. Begging him to release the need that they both were feeling. He wanted him in all ways and the invitation to take him wasn’t just for Rory to suck him off it was more an invitation to ravish his small body and make it his. Kris felt his body move on his own as his hands roamed into the top of Rory’s shirt while his lips paid attention to his neck. He bit here and there leaving small marks as he, wanted to feel and explore all of Rory. He figured he would get his shot when Rory was finished with him. Kris didn’t want this to be a one-night stand after all; he figured they would have plenty of time to explore all their options together. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted November 30, 2017 Share Posted November 30, 2017 Rory impatiently flips the belt out its lock and tucks his fingers underneath the hem of Kris’ jeans, then slowly slides it down his thighs, exposing the youth’s stiffening erection straining against the confinements of his boxers. Rory doesn’t pretend like he hasn’t wanted this all along – his eyes are heavy, and half-lidded in a daze. His hands touch over the material of the boxers almost automatically, as if his body is in command of his mind, and his prying fingers trace over the shape of Kris’ cock in a mercilessly slow and light pace. Rory can feel him trembling in response, tormented by the graze of Rory’s strokes, before the Scotsman finally picks the elastic around Kris’ waist and pulls the boxers down in a leisurely reveal. The moment his erection is freed, Rory slips the length of Kris’ dick into the palm of his hand, and gently feels the shaft to familiarise the shape in his grasp. Rory’s thumb teases over the tip, exposing itself as an erogenous zone. Rory catches his bottom lip between his teeth, watching the youth to see if his expression is twisting between insatiable lust and pleasure. Rory licks Kris’ ear once more, playfully, seductively, baiting him to give in to the feeling some more… to dissolve in it… and to make as much noise as he wants… A switch flicks in Rory as he lowers himself to Kris’ waist. He licks along his own lips, wetting his mouth as much as his tongue as he bends forward to run it along the base of Kris’ dick. At every stroke of his merciless tongue, Rory glances up to Kris beneath the hood of his heavy lids, maintaining that intimate contact to let the youth know how much he’s actually loving this. To be at his knees for the man he’s desired all week, servicing him in the way he’s fantasised since their very first meeting… it unleashes an intense sensation running deep within his core, like the spark of ecstasy just before a life-altering addiction. Rory encircles his tongue along the tip, kissing it affectionately between every loving stroke, before sheathing the whole head between his lips like liquid. Then, he moves with a sudden hunger to absorb his all, as Rory sucks the entire length of Kris’ dick with the assistance of his hand pumping harder and faster at the base in correspondence to the quickening pace. The pace is fuelled faster by the heavy beat of the music from the record player, thickly laying in the atmosphere as the perfect guide for Rory to follow through. He savours every moment of it. Only Kris can bring out these near-predatory desires, releasing a slutty side to him that he fully embraces. Rory’s eyebrows furl upwards, devouring every inch of Kris’ cock as if he’s begging to taste it. “Don’t hold back… come…” Rory murmurs in a plea, as he strokes Kris’ dick inches away from his face to kiss along the shaft with his eyes closed as if he’s completely engrossed by it. As the song breaches into a energetic flow, Rory’s hand pumping over Kris’ cock quickens to an unbearable pace, goading the youth to release everything right here, right now. A shaken smile appears on Rory’s lustful lips, enjoying how incredibly raw this all feels. Rory’s dick shudders against the strain of his clothes, as a wave of pure pleasure deep in his depths flips from how insanely sexy this all feels. Rory feels like coming just from giving head. Rory nearly lets out a low-sounding rumble of a moan, wanting desperately to know how sensitive Kris is after he comes. There’s no escaping the overwhelming sense of satisfaction from wanting to see his form in the aftermath of climaxing – twisted and contorted, eyes rolling back, resting limply against the wall in a completely defeated state. 'Fuck, I want to see that.' Rory wants to see how he glows beautifully, erotically, with his hips lurching forward and his body begging for more. Almost immediately, Rory’s mind spins into a frenzied fog. As his hands grasp at Kris’ hips, shackling his promiscuous body beneath his palms as his lips trail up his cock in airy kisses, Rory can barely form a coherent thought other than the unbearable swelling bouts of pleasure that pulsates deep within, rousing his voice to come out raw and shameless, “You… drive me fucking insane. I’ve wanted you so badly… the way you make me feel, god… it never stops… it never stops…” Rory presses his entire weight against him, taking him in his mouth just like he allowed him to, with his hands reaching around to grab Kris’ ass… with an idle finger inching towards the curve, feeling towards the delicious entrance in the centre… and as a trail of saliva connects Rory’s tongue to Kris’ tip, snapping and separating reluctantly, Rory stares longingly at the youth. Rory's eyes are fierce, like eruptions of flames burning within them, yet they’re as heavy as his breathing, with skin glowing from heat and sweat. Rory swallows, but it’s foolish to think he can calm the uncontrollable pace of his heartbeat, which feels like it’ll burst out of his chest at any moment. There’s too much excitement, too much heat… Rory may never be able to have full control of himself again. Kris has him wrapped around his finger. It’s evident from the swollen heaviness between his legs. 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Shisu-Chan00 Posted December 1, 2017 Author Share Posted December 1, 2017 There was a bitter slowness about the way Rory let his hands work on Kris’s belt. It was as if he was taking his sweet ass time getting to the nitty gritty of it all. Kris felt his body shaking under his touch, which was strange considering the boy usually put up more of a fight than he was now. He was usually stubborn, unwilling for the most part and often wanting to push the other to be rough with him. Something about Rory being as gentle and slow as he was intrigued Kris and caused him to let himself go some. Kris felt a hiss leave his lips as the others long, slender fingers ran up the length of his cock which was still covered by the material of his boxers. Is hands roamed up the others biceps and pulled Rory down for another kiss only to let a soft tremble slide over his body as his cock was revealed. Kris nipped the others lip letting his mouth go and do as it pleased. Everything was even slower as Kris watched Rory’s tall frame sink down to the floor onto his knees. This action all in its own made Kris push his head back in anticipation for what was going to happen. His thighs were already trembling and the sight of seeing Rory so hot and bothered just by wanting to suck him off shocked him. Kris turned his attention before him sliding a hand into the others thick, messy locks. Not only was the sensation of the others tongue trailing over his head bothering him but seeing him looking up at him in pure ecstasy in his eyes as they connected with Kris’s. He felt his hands tighten in his hair as the male before him pulled his entire length into his mouth in one swoop. A gentle moan leaving his lips as his head leaned back at the sensation. His legs trembled hard against him as he tried his hardest to keep himself standing. A heavy blush started to cover his cheeks as his moans came more frequent and more needy. He was so close to coming that when Kris lifted his lips he looked down almost sad that his sensation had gone. He had found himself thrusting into the others mouth pulling both of his hands into the blonde hair only to find that his pleasure was gone. He groaned softly tightening his hands in his hair as the man kept pumping his cock faster and faster. “N-ngh…fuck” he shifted slightly against the wall the muscles in his stomach tightening from the feeling. It was more horrible that Rory was teasing him. He wasn’t going to let him cum just yet even if he was asking him to. This thought all in its own made Kris’s need rise up further warming his lower half as if it was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. His eyes widened as he heard the words sliding from the others lips as if they were Kris’s favorite drink. What did he mean? Was it that Rory had really wanted this all along and Kris wasn’t the only one feeling this way? Thoughts poured into his mind but it was instantly pushed away as he felt his cock slide back into the others mouth accompanied by fingers touching his entrance. He felt his spasms coming more now and his hands tightened in the others hair as he leaned forward slightly. “G-god s-stop looking at me that way” he panted out as a blush grew even darker on his cheeks as his gaze caught the firey reaches of Rorys. He felt his release before it appeared and he leaned his head back in pure bliss as he let out a loud and deep moan. White hot cum shot out onto Rory as if Kris had no means to aim it anywhere else. Honestly he thought that Rory would look amazing hot and bothered and covered in cum whether it be his face or his chest or anywhere else for that matter. He felt his body tighten and clench. His entrance doing the same as the muscles in his body flexed. He was panting hard his chest rising and falling with each moment. When he looked down a blush went to his ears. “I’m sorry…” he lightly ran a finger over the others cheek pushing away some of the cum that had collected there. “Turns out…y-you drive me insane too…” he looked away some his hard on evidently not going anywhere as Rory made everything in his body hot and ready to go. He felt embarrassed, no one had ever made him cum with just a blow job and no one had ever looked at him the way Rory did. Really this was all unusual to him. He was never the type to just lay here and accept being touched the way he was. He was usually stubborn, fighting to make his top be rough with him. He liked being bitten hard here and there he liked being treated roughly and yet...he didn't mind that Rory was walking all over him. He didn't mind that he would basically do anything to get this man to touch him the way he just had. He never would have succumbed to a trembling, blushing, moaning mess for anyone but apparently Ro He could feel fire throughout every inch of his body from his throbbing cock to the red tips of his ears. He bit his lip and groaned softly, “Can I…taste you now?” he asked his eyes blinking down at the other with a soft yet confident voice. He wanted Rory in every sense of the word and he wanted to experience that swollen bulge between his legs in an even more sense. He wanted him but first he wanted to memorize the other as if he was learning how to read once again. He wanted to trace every inch of the mans lean body before experiencing what was going to happen this evening. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted December 1, 2017 Share Posted December 1, 2017 Rory can’t hide how deeply affected he is by Kris. Perspiration falls from his temples, inching down his throat as he swallows hard, all whilst giving up his sanity as the remnants of Kris’ cum crawls over his fiery blush. Rory wipes it off with the back of his hands, covering them in the sticky mess, before absent-mindedly running his tongue along his fingers to slowly lick it up. Briefly, Rory experiences a moment to look at himself from outside his own body – he can barely believe this is happening, and this is what he’s been reduced to. This is all Kris’ doing… or his undoing… with an ability to completely strip away Rory’s exterior, tear at his social ignorance, rip apart his aggressive armour, and bring forth his purely primal self. Moulded into a servant of his own desires, where the outside world has dwindled into insignificance, and only pleasure resides – feeling almost dependant on it like air. A side of him is shocked by the sheer magnitude of this change within him… but for the most part, he’s completely accepted it. It’s as if cruel fate has decided this powerful enemy is the answer – a God-given gift of meaning to the chaotic mess of his life – so Rory desperately fastens himself around the man, clinging on to this unpredictable connection between them before it gathers a chance to wither. Rory won’t let it. Not as he’s soaked in the addicting luxury of Kris’ presence. A sharp intake of breath sounds between his teeth every time Kris moans in the come-down from his climax, until every last drop of air escapes Rory’s lungs when Kris requests – ‘Can I… taste you now?’ Then, a shredded sigh like a growl shudders out of Rory’s throat. It’s taking every bit of self-conscious effort to stay sane. Because an internal conflict is waging a deadly war within him – the desire to be affectionate, to shower Kris in the kind of tenderness stemmed from the lonely parts of Rory that simply adores the youth for all that he is, for all that he has shown, as one human being emotionally connects with another… against the wild desire to completely overpower and dominate the man, with the kind of sexually charged ferocity that pushes the limits, savage and carnal as animals, fuelled entirely by the red-hot urge to devour the man to the point of melting in bliss. It’s apparent in the way Rory reaches up to kiss him. He differentiates from gentle teasing, polishing the youth’s lips with chaste and affectionate licks of his tongue as if he’s made of precious glass… changing into deep make-outs as his tongue roughly digs into Kris’ mouth as he gradually loses himself to how insanely hot this feels. It’s like Rory praises him before completely claiming him. Yet, what always rises to the top is the fleeting moments of heartfelt intimacy expressed by Rory’s hands – whether his fingers lightly flutter over the cutely reddening tips of Kris’ ears, or when messy wayward strands of Kris’ hair is caught in Rory’s palm like a gentle caress… Rory never fails to miss the opportunity to worship the man in a way that he puts his heart into. The lines are blurred on whether or not this is intentional, but for now, Rory doesn’t think too deeply into it. He has a hard enough time bracing a coherent thought at all. It takes a lot of effort to tear away from Kris for the moment, as their lips reluctantly break apart and their bodies peel away when Rory takes backwards steps. Though he takes this advantage to look the youth up and down, absorbing the entire image of Kris’ half-naked defeated state to his memory – it’s everything he had fantasised about, and so much more. Rory’s heart swells, as well as his lower half. Slowly, Rory lowers himself to the worn-out couch, all whilst inching the hem of his pants down the curve of his thighs, revealing his stiff cock straining against his boxers. The tip pokes through the top, with pre-cum trailing over the material as if Rory’s been on the edge of finishing since the moment Kris’ dick entered his mouth. Rory presses his lips together to suppress his impatience and anticipation, but there’s absolutely no denying it. He wants this way too much. There’s no room for shyness as he exposes himself for Kris to see, since Kris seems to bring out a deeply-hidden voyeuristic side to him that he never knew he had. The room, now shrouded in near-darkness from the fallen sun, makes way for the moonlight to shine down through the windows to emanate Rory’s lean figure… glistening from burning sweat, ferociously blushing as he catches irresistible glimpses of the youth… breathless with desire, and wanting nothing more than to experience Kris’ hot mouth on his cock. Rory plays with himself, lightly touching his fingers over the long length of his erection, invitingly stirring up the tension as he coerces Kris with a slow drawl, “Do you want to taste me?” A tight curling ignites deep beneath Rory’s abdomen as the idea of Kris wanting him mutually fuels the sadist buried within. And he swallows a harsh gulp as he attempts to prepare himself for what’s to come. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted December 1, 2017 Author Share Posted December 1, 2017 When he didn’t receive an answer he blushed harder. Possibly Rory didn’t want him to give head. He knew some guys who would rather just crawl into bed, fuck him, then have him pack up his things and leave. Kris had had many partners in the past but no one who was as gentle or caring as Rory. This man seemed to be taking in every second of their time together. He seemed to be memorizing his body for a later date and he was hard as a rock. Kris wasn’t stupid, he could see the growing bulge inside Rory’s pants and he shifted slightly wondering what it would feel like pounding him so hard he lost all thoughts. It was as if Kris had been waiting all evening for Rory to pull him into another one of those breathtaking kisses. However, this time he started out gentle causing the other boy to shiver. Why would he do that? Turn from ravishing him so intently to being so gentle? It was strange but as he felt the others tongue slide into his mouth he let out a gentle moan. He let a hand tighten around the shirt that Rory still wore pulling him ever closer pressing his hips into Rory’s as the kiss they shared intensified. After only a few moments Kris was panting hard against his lips once again as if his whole body was begging Rory to take him. A soft whine left his lips when Rory pulled away, Kris just occupied his mouth with biting his bottom lip. He watched as Rory drank in the sight of him. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t embarrassed but the man made no move to cover his shame from the raking eyes of his companion. Kris let his eyes hungrily eat up the sight of Rory undoing his pants and sliding them down. He bit his lip watching the mans cock slide out from under his boxers into the open. His own cock twitched from the sight wanting the hard organ inside of him at that very moment. Rory was a good size too, better than some of the men Kris had slept with in the past. It just brought about even more reason for Kris to want to stay with him. He felt that burning sensation in his lower half as his cock started to grow hard once again as his eyes watched the slender fingers move up his cock. Rory was sexy, beautiful, and all around just breathtaking as the moonlight danced off his skin as if prevoking Kris to step forward and pull the mans cock into his mouth. The sound of Rory’s sex laden voice filled the room causing a shiver to run down Kris’s body. He pulled his pants off the rest of the way and moved over to the couch nodding, “I want to…” He straddled Rory and leaned down pulling his face up into a hungry kiss. This time Kris slid his tongue inside of Rory’s mouth fighting with him to be on top for just a moment. His hands roamed down pushing Rory’s out of the way and replacing his own on the mans cock. He let the organ slide into his hands as if he was wanting to figure it out. Wantint to memorize its girth and the warmth of it. His hand roamed down to Rory's balls caressing them lightly as his lips worked on the mans lips. It was like a fire was burning inside of him and he wanted Rory to quenche it. He was the only one who could kill the fire inside of him. Was the only one who could end the pain that seemed to come along with the others touch. They had been waiting for this moment since they first met. Kris didn't even think about the possibility of betrayl, he didn't think about the possibility of a trap. He just wanted Rory and by the looks of it Rory wanted him. He was the one who had pulled them off to his apartment so quickly and if he was going to betray him he sure as hell wouldn't have brought him back to his own apartment. Of course these thoughts were clouded over as the kiss brought him to a panting shivering mess against Rory. His kiss alone was able to ruin Kris without much help from his hands. Kris shivered and leaned back saliva connecting their lips together. “I can…can’t I?” he asked softly his eyes following Rory a moment before he slid his free hand into the others hair. He pulled his head to the side kissing down his neck. The hand that rested on his cock slowly started to move, his thumb running along the sensitive tip as he had done not to long ago to Kris. Kris shifted his hips slightly pushing his ass out some to have more room. He bit the others neck roughly and licked over it before sliding a hand up into his shirt. “I mean…you can’t be the only one that has all the fun right?” His voice was low, husky, and very breathless as he had kissed himself out of breath. He pulled Rorys shirt up and over his head throwing it aside as if it was nothing. His hands roamed over his exposed chest biting his lip as he started to think about him. His eyes were lidded as he looked up to Rory not waiting for an answer as his body slipped down between his thighs. He pulled his own shirt off and got rid of it sliding a hand down his exposed chest. He was seductive in his own way and apparently it was working on Rory. Kris let out a soft hum pulling the mans cock to his lips letting an airy kiss slide over the tip. His eyes closed as his lips found their way down to Rory’s hilt and licked back up to the tip pulling the head into his mouth. It wasn’t until then did his yellow eyes turn up to the man before him. A smile fell over his eyes as he pulled Rory entirely into his mouth as if his size was nothing. He wondered what Rory would look like in pleasure. What he would do if Kris teased him long enough. He wondered what it would take to have those strong hands tighten around his throat and push him against the bed. He wondered how long it would take for Rory to break, to show that side of him that was itching to come out. Kris wanted it, wanted him and as he moaned around his cock his eyes practically begged Rory to fuck him, just maybe not yet. To make things even more arousing he slid his hand to his own cock stroking the throbbing erection in his hands. He let out another moan across Rory's cock before pulling it out of his mouth and licking down the length of it before pulling it all back in once more. He swallowed a few times around his cock before he started to make a pace, his hand pumping his own cock in rythem with his mouth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted December 2, 2017 Share Posted December 2, 2017 Rory clasps his hands over Kris’ hips the moment he straddles his lap, loving the shape of his waist beneath his touch as if he belonged. Kris claims him with a kiss, and Rory is stunned – as if his lips wrought out his thoughts into an incoherent fog. It’s so easy for Kris to possess him almost effortlessly. Small crackling shudders sets fire to Rory’s skin beneath Kris’ wandering hands at every inch he makes around his body, until Kris’ fingers boast control over Rory’s dick in a provocatively commanding way. And Rory swallows a harsh intake of breath from the instant contact, before Kris steals away his breath with another intense kiss. The combination of kisses as well as the growing excitement in his cock is almost too much to take – Rory digs his fingers into Kris’ hips to suppress the urge to come right then and there. He’s nearly trembling beneath the incredible presence of this youth, leaving him staggered by the pleasure he receives. It’s made even worse when Kris buries his roaming hands through the unkempt mess of his hair, laying in sweaty tatters over his expression contorted in hot flushes. And the instant Kris’ teeth sinks into Rory’s neck, the intense flurry of endorphins dancing beneath his skin reveal this as a clear weak spot. Rory nearly cries out for God, before burying his defeated face into the crook of Kris’ neck. He claws his fingers around Kris’ shoulders in ownership. This, mixed with Kris’ liquid movements over his erection, very nearly tips him over the edge. There’s a heated stir growing more apparent within him as Kris’ voice, sultry and sexy, hits his ears in all the right ways. Rory reels from the overwhelming effects of his voice alone, that he shifts beneath Kris with a roll of his hips in line with the rhythm of his pumping hands. It feels so insanely good, Rory has to muffle his voice from moaning too loudly against Kris’ shoulder. Then their shirts are removed, and an entirely new heat feeds the growing ache in Rory’s hips. For a maddening moment, Rory is frozen in a state of perpetual lust, completely in awe of this beautiful man exposing every sharp edge of his figure – his pointed hipbones, the sensual dips around his body, the silken elegance of his limbs draped over Rory’s defeated form… Rory runs his fingers lightly around the contours over Kris’ silhouette in an adoring manner. But the youth lowers off the couch to enter Rory’s cock into his mouth… and Rory is immediately destroyed. An elongated moan, risen from the deepest depths of his throat, sounds out loud and garbled as a sudden rise of ecstasy takes over his whole form. As his eyes connected to Kris’, he can barely take the sight of his state – completely thrown in seduction just as Rory has been. To see and to feel this mutual parade of crazed lust fuels an electrifying surge of pure pleasure that finally sets him over the edge. Rory snaps. His mind blanks. He can’t withhold it any longer. Rory grabs Kris’ hair, twisting a fistful through his fingers, and pushes the youth over his cock possessively and forcefully, succumbing to the sexually charged air that’s rooted and grown relentlessly from the moment they first met. Work titles, reputations, the world outside this room… there’s nothing more important right now, there’s no lines to be crossed, there’s only Rory and Kris. “You don’t know… how badly I’ve wanted this…” Rory confesses through trembling breaths, “Come with me…” With his request hanging heavily in the air, in that instant, a shock of pleasure tips the bucket… and the edge of insanity is reached. Kris stimulates a bout of nerves in the most sensitive part of his cock that sends a staggering shock deep in his core. "Ah, f-fuck...!" Rory moans through the powerful orgasm as jolts prick at his skin, and he doubles forward with Kris’ hair tightly clasped in his fists, and he viciously pulls the youth off his dick before he comes in his mouth… though he might have been too late, as he’s completely occupied by the waves of his orgasm leaving him shaken. He feels his muscles unhinging and relaxing as white cum escapes him, and he slightly tears up from the sheer intensity of his climax. His back arches involuntarily from the comedown. Reluctantly, Rory releases his grip from Kris’ hair, and his blurred vision clears. Gently, he shapes his fingers around Kris’ jaw to tenderly hold his face up, so he can land his lips against his forehead in a longing kiss… a soundless thank you for a mind-blowing blowjob. Though the thick tension has only slightly dissipated into something gentle, that lasting rawness remains. Rory wants to offer more. He reaches down, caging his hands around Kris’ waist to pull him up, into a quick protective embrace before holding his ass in his hands. As he eases Kris on to the hilt of his lap, Rory’s half-hard cock rests between the slit of Kris’ ass, teasing the length against his entrance in an enticingly slow rocking motion. Rory leans forward to press his mouth against the base of Kris’ ear, catching the edge of his lobe between his teeth as his wandering fingers wade over the delicious curve of his ass, and gently kneads him fingers into his skin to spread them apart like a budding flower. Then, Rory side-glances at the beautiful boy, and his eyebrows furl up pleadingly, “You got a condom?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted December 2, 2017 Share Posted December 2, 2017 Warning: explicit content! Rory sucking on more than cigarettes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted December 2, 2017 Author Share Posted December 2, 2017 (Whaaaaa!!!! I'm dead) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted December 2, 2017 Author Share Posted December 2, 2017 Kris peered up at Rory the entire time he was sucking his cock. It seemed to be making him more aroused so he figured he would keep it up. His fingers were pumping his own at the same time causing moans to leave his lips which were encircling Rory. He had no thoughts on his mind other than bringing pleasure to the man before him. He didn’t think about what would happen next or what they were going to do when they were finished he just wanted to be in the moment right now. Nothing could pull him from this moment. He enjoyed the facial expressions on Rory as he pulled his cock in and out of his mouth. He watched a flush form on his cheeks made Kris feel less like a blushing bottom for he could actually make Rory excited to this point too. He felt like he was holding an upper hand until he felt hands in his hair. He gave a questioning whimper against his cock about to pull it from his lips when he felt a pressure on the back of his head pushing him against Rory. He let out a surprised groan shifting his mouth slightly but still feeling his eyes water up. His hand paused on his cock a moment as he tried to readjust to the forceful thrust into his mouth. He opened one eye peering up at Rory as he spoke causing a blush to form on his cheeks. He couldn’t say anything obviously as his fingers started to work on his own organ once again which was uncomfortably hard in his hands. He closed his eyes and took Rory’s cock just as he gave it thrusting up into his mouth as if he was already inside of him. Kris was willing to swallow Rory’s come but it seemed he wasn’t willing as he pulled the boys mouth off last minute. He wasn’t really good with it and Kris peered up at Rory with cum sliding down his chin but most already in his mouth. He laughed softly and licked the rest up into his mouth. He didn’t cum himself waiting for later, he had stopped too soon to give himself any release for now. Kris leaned up into the kiss on his forehead smiling softly up at Rory as if he felt so good to have given Rory the blowjob. Really he was happy because of how rough Rory was at the end. He had wanted him to show some form of roughness all evening and that was all he had gotten so far. He wouldn’t argue with it and decided it was good enough for now. He wiped a hand over his chin getting rid of any cum that may have been left there. A small laugh left his lips as he was pulled back up into his lap. The laugh was replaced with a surprised gasp as he felt his ass being spread and Rory’s cock teasingly rubbing against his entrance. His words were almost lost in the excitement of Rory so close to being inside of him. He blushed instantly as he realized what he had said and slid arms around the others neck. He tilted his head and kissed his lips softly, “I don’t have one…If you don’t then we can just go bare…I don’t mind…” He whispered against his lips nipping it softly. Kris let one of his hands slide down the others neck as his lips leaned over his jaw pecking his way to his neck. “I really don’t want you to stop.” He breathed against Rory’s neck as he let his teeth sink into the skin harder than last time. He couldn’t help but enjoy the wonderful feeling of Rory shivering against him from just a simple movement. Kris shifted his hips rubbing his ass up against the others cock letting a groan leave his lips. He wanted Rory more than anything right now and he wouldn’t just stop to need a condom. Sure it was safe but Kris really care with Rory, just like all other thoughts were out of his mind at the moment the thought of having a condom was also out of his mind. It was foggy, and in need for Rory more than the need for anything else. He moved his tongue up licking Rory’s ear lobe, a moan leaving his lips as he did so. “Fuck me Rory…” the words came out like a whisper but it had more than enough weight to them. All of his wants, needs, lust, and pleasure was represented in it and his hips moved once more rubbing against his cock as if begging him to take him. His entrance was more than ready, it wasn’t like he was a virgin. If Rory wanted to he could thrust into him without much need of getting his body ready. Rory was a little bigger than he was used to but he didn’t mind, he would put it in himself and ride Rory if he didn’t decide to do it himself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted December 4, 2017 Share Posted December 4, 2017 ‘Fuck yes, mark me…’ Rory shapes these words soundlessly on his lips. With the way Kris teases Rory’s neck, already as sensitive as it is, it’s almost like a fetish he never knew he has finally awakens. It feels as though the world has fallen away beneath him. He’s not even sure that he’s ever felt anything as heavy or powerful as this – as Rory holds him gently beneath his hands, pressing him closer and deeper into his embrace, Rory sighs as their mouths move slowly together, completely drinking Kris in. Kris swallows him whole, and Rory nearly feels like sinking through the couch – he melts so much from their kiss alone. He leans back against the couch, letting Kris lead the way for a moment… or, truthfully, Kris has so much of a hold on him that Rory can barely object. Though Rory claws deeper over his skin, with no intention of letting him go any time soon, Kris has seized him completely to his will. Finally, Rory hears him loud and clear – ‘fuck me Rory…’ – and he quickly obliges. Rory urgently tugs Kris’ hair back, throwing his head to the side as his lips relentlessly bites into Kris’ shoulder. He wants to force a moan past the youth’s lips, make his toes curl from the capture of pure pleasure, and urge the roll of his eyes in a flutter. He lives for the expression Kris makes, shaded in hot flushes and a hazy daze in his gaze. “You turn me on any more than this and I can’t hold back.” Rory warns through the sharp grit of his teeth. Rory takes a quick break to lean over the side of his couch, reaching into a discarded shopping bag to pull out a bottle of lube – bought out of total impulse and curiosity, completely compelled by the haunting fantasises he had of Kris night after night since their meeting – and flicked open the top. The smell of the gel had a very slight scent, almost a little tangy but erotically pleasing nonetheless, and the tiny dotted beads inside made an unusually stimulating tingling sensation as Rory poured some in his palm. He adventurously tests it out, thinly layering a portion over Kris’ chest, slowly caressing his skin towards his erogenous zones – Rory’s fingers encircle the youth’s nipples, thickly laying in the lubrication as it involuntarily stiffens them from the stimulus. It all looks so sloppily obscene, yet so merciless as Rory arches his arm around Kris’ waist possessively, arching his back further into him so that Rory can lean down and lick his chest, then pinching his nipples between his teeth. Next, his wayward hand trails down his spine, brushing his fingers over each protruding bone in his back, until he reaches the slit of Kris’ ass. A throaty groan sounds past Rory’s lips as he slips his sticky digits towards Kris’ entrance, teasing the rim seductively as his fingers lathers the tingling lube around his hole until it twitches involuntarily – as if Kris’ body is soundlessly crying out for attention. Rory is trembling then. He’s got this far, but his nerves shock him. Rory’s never been this close to anyone before, nevermind in a sexual sense. Short bursts of anxiety act up as he hesitates for a moment, freezing him in place as he mentally scolds himself to quit hesitating and just do it. He’s never wanted something like this, he’s never wanted anything as much as Kris, but without having this kind of experience beforehand, there’s a crippling pressure to do his best. The way his hands move, his rhythm and his technique… they’ll all fairly clumsy and a little sloppy, but Rory hopes there’s a charm in his graceless skills. Though he clearly exhibits inexperience, there’s a raw quality in the amateur that hopefully comes across endearing, maybe even addicting. So, without succumbing to those tormenting thoughts, Rory pushes his fingers into him, stroking at a pace that quickens in tune to his own racing heartbeat – it thuds against his chest to the edge of exploding. The lube on Rory’s fingers falls to his cock. And Rory flinches then – the odd tingles add an extra kick to the sensation that hardens his erection to full mast once again. Rory skims his fingers around Kris’ entrance, opening him up safely before pushing in deeper, pumping his fingers faster into the perfect stimulus. Rory’s sense of self-control is hanging on by a thread as thin as hair. He’s too intoxicated by Kris to be shy anymore. So he doesn’t waste a second longer. Rory plucks out his fingers, before suddenly easing Kris’ hips down to push his cock inside, piercing the youth up to the hilt – Rory can barely reel back from the fire immediately lighting up his blood, and he quietly pleads for mercy in silent whispers, “Oh god, I cannae…” The Scottish twang in his voice reappears through a series of gasps. Rory buries his face against the base of Kris’ neck, catching the skin of his shoulder between his teeth as he groans, and slowly starts grinding into him. Like the beginning of a slow-paced pendulum, Rory’s hips jolt beneath him as he pulls Kris up by the cup of his ass and releases him, over and over into a rhythmic bounce. Rory doesn’t want to rush for the moment – he’s never felt anything as good as this before, and Rory needs a minute to absorb the sheer intensity of it all. Every small thrust, every tiny jab he makes into Kris is met with a powerful response deep within his abdomen. Every inch of his skin feels as if it’s lighting up like fireworks, the blood running through his veins sizzles across his bones in a powerful explosion, flaring within his innards like a blazing inferno. Rory’s claw-like fingers draw lines over Kris’ skin, grabbing a tight hold of his thighs as he stifles the urge to shout his moans every time a bundle of nerves in his erection is hit in just the right way. “A-Ach, fuck, w-what is this…?!” Rory breathes out, desperately grasping on to the youth in near confusion, reeling from the shock of how good this feels. His cock is as sensitive as it’s ever felt before, driving him completely crazy. His contorted expression is barely hidden beneath the curls of his sodden hair, with a visible strand caught in the corner of his lips. At this point, Rory’s completely breathless. He pulls back as his shoulders rise and fall with every gasp, and gazes half-alert to the youth in a total annihilated daze. And seeing the blush spread over Kris’ equally lust-filled expression throws the crazed Scotsman into overwhelming insanity. He begs through clenched teeth, “I cannae stop now… I’m so close… please don’t tell me to stop, Kris. I’m gunna go harder!” Before the youth can even answer, Rory twists around him and ferociously shoves Kris facedown into the pillows of the couch. Then, Rory clasps a tight hold of his hips as he slams his cock into him, harder, faster… losing all sense of himself as the sight of Kris at his mercy beneath him sends Rory careening over the edge. He can barely take looking at Kris’ submissive position, though wayward drool trails indiscreetly over his chin as his eyes roll at every shudder pricking at his skin. Kris twists his entire world around, like breaching in and out of reality. In response, Rory is merciless as he pushes himself into Kris, stirring a delicious sensation deep into his centre. The slippery lube allows Rory’s thrusts to pierce him so easily, and the tingles add to the mixture of pleasure and raw intensity flurrying between them. And his raw voice is draped with uncontrollable lust as he grips a hold of Kris’ waist in his impossibly strong hands, “Kris… Kris…” He gasps his name, as his nails dig into the youth’s skin enough to leave visible red lines over it. His harsh breaths synchronise with his vicious thrusts, and in between the delicious rhythm of his movements, Rory tries his best to make sense of his spiralling thoughts to ask, “Does this feel good? Do you like how I fuck you?” Then, all whilst thrusting deeper into him, Rory drapes himself over Kris’ back to whisper in his ear, snatching his lobe between his teeth, “How hard do you want it?” Rory’s almost completely gone. He can feel the climax coming, reaching to his absolute limits, but he resists the pulsating urge to release himself into Kris. First he needs to know how Kris is feeling. Before he can carry on, through the haze of his unfathomable desire, there’s a passion to treat the man right. As relentless as Rory has shown himself to be… he doesn’t want to hurt him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted December 4, 2017 Author Share Posted December 4, 2017 Kris could feel the want within Rory as his lips ran along his neck marking the man as his. Normally he would never put a mark on a one night stand but Rory seemed to be different and Kris wanted everyone to know that he was seeing someone at the time. As their lips parted and he spoke those words to Rory he felt a burst of need from the man under him. Before he knew it his head was being pulled away as he was being bitten on his shoulder. The act caused a soft groan of pain mixed with pleasure. His hips shifted against Rory brushing his entrance against his cock before he felt the others mouth fall away. That one ounce of roughness brought about an even harder erection for Kris and he felt the fire inside of him smoldering to a peak. Kris made himself busy kissing over Rory’s chest as he reached around fiddling with something behind the couch. Honestly he didn’t care what he was doing long as his attention didn’t drag too far from Kris’s needy body. His fingers brush over Rory’s nipples before he pushes away slightly to see what the other had pulled out. Kris wanted to laugh at the emergence of lube to their sexual evening but he didn’t do so. Instead he let Rory do as he pleased rubbing it over his nipples causing them to harden. The thought as to why Rory had the lube in the first place sort of crossed his mind but he didn’t have time to dwell on it before Rory was teasing him once again. Kris clenched his jaw moving his hands to rest on Rory’s shoulders. They tightened there slightly when his mouth ventured down to his erect buds to pull it into his mouth. Kris let a wayward moan leave his lips only to bite his lip at the fact he had let it slip. It was evident that when Rory was slightly rough with him Kris became more responsive. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy gentle touches of affection it was more like no one had ever shown that to him so he never expected it. He didn’t like it with other people but as Rory ran his fingers down his spine Kris felt his body shiver from his touch. He moved arching his back against the fingers pushing his ass out just a little more as his chest rested against Rory’s. His face found its way to Rory’s shoulder burying into it and kissing the skin there as his entrance was teased. It was as if it was a fleeting moment but as soon as his fingers stopped Kris groaned, his hips pushed back into the fingers wanting them inside of him. Sure he wanted something else but he wouldn’t rush Rory. It seemed he was a little over his head with Kris and he wouldn’t push him to go any faster than he wanted to. It was as if the wait made the entrance of his fingers that much more amazing and Kris felt his hips shiver from the intrusion. He found it cute that Rory was trying to work him up, stretch him out enough so nothing would hurt him when he did enter him. It was such a kind gesture that Kris never really got to see so he leaned back into the feeling letting his eyes close as his body reveled in the want inside of him. As quickly as it had began his fingers were gone and Kris let out a whine of need. It was only to be replaced by a quick, and surprised, moan from the others cock sliding into him almost effortlessly. “A-ah…” he let a soft moan escape his lips as he tightened his arms around the others neck as if possessively wanting to hold onto him for dear life. Everything was so slow, so precise, so…gentle. Kris let Rory do as he pleased for a moment before he started to shift his hips working softly to ride the man underneath him. Before long he was doing all the movements letting Rory slide in and out of him effortlessly. A hand trailed down Rory’s chest as he heard his voice come to his ears. He wanted to say something more, to tell him why he was feeling what he was feeling but before he could say anything he felt his world flip upside down. He found himself pressed against the couch roughly his face against the pillows. He pushed his ass up into the air. Next thing he knows he is being plowed into from behind with tight hold on his ass. He groaned pushing the pillows off the couch before tightening his hands into the fabric of it. He felt his moans coming faster and faster, “M-more…” he groaned against the couch the sound rather soft against the panting of their breaths. He shivered hearing the voice of the man fucking him and he pushed his chest up off the couch peering back at Rory as he felt a nip to his ear. “I want…” he panted out softly his yellow eyes turning back to Rory connecting them together. “I-I want you…” he felt his arms fall from under him as he let his chest rub against the couch once more. It stimulated his nipples as Rory fucked him from behind. His body was shivering and trembling, “Harder R-rory! I want it harder.” He finally got the words out as he turned his body to watch Rory fuck him. “Faster, harder, N-ngh..” he moaned louder his back arching as his cock throbbed against the couch. He could feel pre-cum sliding from his body urging the need to release his need at that very moment. He felt more than amazing and his shivering hips showed that, he didn’t think he needed to say anything about it for his cock was throbbing, his body shaking, and his face was flushed and showed a need all in its own. He wanted Rory to fill him up to the brim and still keep going, he wanted to go all night long till the two of them passed out from exhaustion. He wanted Rory to make him feel helpless yet still reassure him with soft gentle touches here and there. He just wanted him, Rory, not his rival gang member but Rory, the biker who took him on a drive an hour out just to look at the city lights with him. He wanted that man in all the ways he could possibly have him. He could feel his insides pulling Rory in deeper with every thrust. Urging him to come closer, to urge him to release everything inside of him. Without wanting to Kris felt his body clench around him, urging his own need to come to the surface, “I-if you keep doing that I-I’m going to cum…” he panted the words out as he felt the others hands tighten on his hips, digging the nails into his body. He wanted him, wanted everything about him. The need was drowning him and he wanted to give in to the pull that Rory was causing, to lose himself in the need they both were releasing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted December 4, 2017 Share Posted December 4, 2017 Rory sharply sucks air through his teeth; ‘God, his moans…’ Through the hazy sheen of his vision, Kris looks the epitome of pure sex. Splayed over the couch in a lewd position, hanging on to Rory’s dick through the tight suction of his ass, Kris looks so intensely lewd that Rory can barely take it – shivers threatens the nerve endings in his body to light up in heavenly ecstasy, complimented by the song of Kris’ moaning, like lightening through his blood. When Kris commands him to go hard, go fast, his spine arches in a way that digs Rory’s cock deeper into his body, stroking the erogenous detail just at the tip of his erection, making it throb almost painfully from holding it all back. And Kris turns to face him – ‘fuck, oh fuck’ – the face he was making urged Rory to speed up the roll of his hips into a savage rhythm. He breathes hard, his eyes tracing the sensual contours of Kris’ bent legs in submission, extending the length of his limbs to his shapely hips. With one arm propped next to Kris’ head, Rory balances himself carefully to reach down, curl his hand and stroke over Kris’ cock in pace with his thrusts. The lube let his slender fingers glide over him so easily and quickly. Dragging his tongue along the curve of his parted lips, Rory calls his name louder, “Kris… you feel so good… Kr-- ah!” His moaning transitions into a sharper trail of breaths as Rory feels himself heading higher and higher to the brink of climax. What pushes him on is the look of Kris’ entire figure lying beneath him. As he drapes himself over the other’s body, ramming so wildly into him like a bestial creature, Rory’s gaze looks over the sight of Kris’ chest, dripping with perspiration, lifting and falling from his heavy breaths… then his lips as groans like garbled words leave them… and finally, his eyes as they connect… When looking at someone during sex, there spawns a tiny rooted feeling that makes itself known, which Rory suddenly understands. Sex is sex, mindless and serves a purpose, which is what Rory believed this to be… until that moment. As soon as his eyes looks into his, sharing this intimate moment for what it is, there’s an uncomfortable void at the bottom of Rory’s chest that feels like something’s missing, almost like what they’re doing isn’t entirely whole. Rory can’t put a word to this sense of absence. But it doesn’t feel right. He feels like he needs to say something at this incredibly intense moment, something that will fill this empty cavity in his heart. It nearly spoils the whole thing, if it wasn’t for the fact that – despite this void – the adrenaline running deep within Rory’s bones practically crushed his thoughts from straying anywhere else. Now he’s shaking so much that he can barely hold himself upright. He struggles to keep going, keep pumping, keep thrusting, discarding the temptation to close his eyes… because Rory doesn’t want to miss a single moment of this. Mindlessly moaning, loudly without a care, Rory’s fingers ferociously squeeze Kris’ dick as an incredibly intense shudder rings through his body, licking every inch of his innards, making his legs quiver in a mess… he’s so close to the edge… Rory nearly stumbles. When he feels Kris’ body clench around him so tightly, Rory is breathless. Sweat visibly falls from his face as he looks up haphazardly to the youth with half-lidded eyes, breathing in such sharp intervals as if every gasp might be his last. Everywhere feels on fire – the atmosphere, the air, Kris’ sweaty skin against his, almost as if his cock is burning through the furnace of Kris’ body. Unkempt strands of hair clings to the perspiration on Rory’s face, his teeth tightens into a sharp clench, when suddenly… finally, “Kris! K… oh, f-fuck…!” All traces of coherent thought leaves him completely. He’s finally there. Rory’s head spins uncontrollably as his whole body shudders as he empties everything he’s kept inside for this long in powerful spurts. Rory fills Kris up as he rides through the waves of pure heaven, reaching an ethereal height that he’s never experienced in his life, with words of mercy to god as he wraps his arms around Kris’ shoulders to clasp him in a tight embrace. Rory desperately holds him with such an urgent force that he momentarily feels as if this man is his entire world – nothing else matters, except for how this unpredictable youth makes him feel. Slowly, Rory calms his erratic breathing, as his legs tremble and gives way from the sheer strength of his climax. Though he holds on to his last remaining strength to prop himself over the man, his hand reaches up to tenderly stroke over the shape of Kris’ face, like soundless acts of affection in the way he handles him. Gently, Rory moves to twist his fingers into the mess of Kris’ hair, idly combing through it, sighing with satisfaction, as he intently looks deeply into Kris’ eyes again. Once more, that nameless urge to say something spikes up from this itching emptiness in his chest. His eyebrows furl up, feeling incredibly vulnerable to allow this much of himself to be so on display. But still… Rory feels the leftover heat of his unhinged innards, begging for more attention as they’re all the more sensitive from his second time coming. And Kris still looks so incredibly attractive, with his body almost glistening from the beads of sweat forming all over him, running down his bare flesh and dripping off his sweltering limbs. Rory is spent. But is Kris satisfied? Rory’s eyes flicker to the bedroom – obviously indicating if he wants to continue on his bed. Though it’s a single, it’s a lot more comfortable on a mattress than a raggedy old couch. And despite his relaxed muscles, he feels all the more tense as a hurried flush flourishes over his face – he can’t dispel the fact that he’s overwhelmed with gluttonous desire for Kris. He can’t dismiss how insanely fucking hot he is, forcing out a whole new side to Rory that he can’t fully deny. Though he waits for a response, Rory leisurely winds wayward strands of Kris’ hair through his fingers, in adoring appreciation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted December 4, 2017 Author Share Posted December 4, 2017 Hearing his name against their pants caused Kris to let out louder moans. The realization that Rory was crying out for him, pleading his name out into the quiet room that was now filled with slapping skin and hard pants. It sent shivers down Kris’s spine and he arched his back pushing his chest into the couch more as he felt Rory buck up into his hips giving him exactly what he wanted. The only thing that added to it was a sensation of Rory reaching around and grabbing his sensitive organ throwing Kris into a whole new world. He let out a shaky moan as his body shivered from the stimulation to both parts of his body. His body can no longer stay averted watching Rory even though his eyes hungrily enjoyed drinking up the sight of Rory’s lean body pushing and pulling against him. The move of his hips and the roll of his muscles as his entire body was tense against the pleasure the two of them were feeling. The pleasure was too much for him and Kris leaned down biting one of his knuckles as he felt the tighteness on his hips grow and the thrusting that had been bringing him so much pleasure quicken. Rory was getting rather good at all this and Kris couldn’t help but shift slightly and let out a loud moan, “Rory, right there..ngh don’t stop” His voice was strangled as his body worked hard to keep up with Rory. He was thrusting right up into Kris's prostate hitting it just right that caused his moans to elevate in sound and frequency. To keep his need back as the two of them relished in the tension between the two of them. Kris didn’t like that odd feeling Rory gave him, sex was never anything more than that and he didn’t know if he was ready to change what it meant to him just yet. The look Rory had given him right before he turned away brought about a sense that he indeed was thinking the same thing. It made Kris uneasy but as that thought quickly disappeared, replaced with the instant realization that his name was being called over and over again only to be followed by a warmth Kris had missed. He tightened his hands in the couch as Rory filled him up with warmth which Kris soon followed with his own release. “Rory! Y-yes fill me up!” he gasped out as his own release littered the couch and Rory’s fingers. His whole body was shaking and he let soft moans trail from his lips as he was trying to control himself both in body and mind. His muscles clenched around Rory’s cock inside of him again and again as his thighs started to tremble against the feeling inside of him. His brain wasn’t working and he didn’t know what was happening other than that warmth inside of him. "a-ah...s-so warm..." his hips shifted and trembled once more as his lips quivered from the feeling inside. He was panting hard when he felt Rory against his back, he shivered against him as their sweaty bodies collided, before he sighed a little leaning into the touch that soon followed on his cheek. He blushed a little as his breathing started to soften yet he was still sensitive from Rory’s cock within him still. Something about the way Rory looked at him made Kris uneasy yet had his chest tightening as he peered into his eyes. He noticed the flicker of his eyes and laughed softly pulling Rory in for a kiss. He simply nodded and ran his fingers against the hair at the base of Rory’s neck. He didn’t really necessarily mean sex in the bedroom but he for sure didn’t want to spend another minute on the couch. He wondered what it would be like if they fell asleep here and woke up the next morning after all the adrenaline had left their system. Would Rory regret it? He slid his arms around Rory’s neck shivering as he shifted his hips pulling them from Rory letting his cock slide out of him. He let out a strangled moan pushing his face into Rory’s neck biting it softly. His thighs trembled as he felt the slow movement of cum inside of him starting to find its way out. “Carry me?” he asked his lips roaming up to Rory’s ear nipping it softly as his eyes flicked to the bedroom as well. He smiled a little as his yellow eyes found Rory’s. He was satisfied for now but if Rory just so much as started something Kris would be more than happy to finish it. He wasn’t against going for another round or even another until the two of them were completely exhausted and too tired to even get up and wash off the remnant’s of their evening from their body. Kris didn’t care that Rory was sweaty and hot, he liked the look of the moon bouncing off his wet skin. And Kris was more than sweaty and covered in other bodily liquids that he honestly had no reason to hate hanging on the man beside him. He hummed softly as his lips roamed over the others jaw waiting patiently for him to answer either with picking him up and carrying him to his room or saying otherwise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted December 4, 2017 Share Posted December 4, 2017 Everything about Kris makes him sigh. Rory closes his eyes and loses himself to the way it feels to be kissed after climaxing. Suddenly, even the smallest of habits start to make itself known – from the way Rory’s mouth shapes over Kris’ tongue, as if he’s worshipping that part of him before it invades his mouth. Rory’s lips shape into a pout, like a liquid oval as he allows the kiss to linger for more seconds than it needs to be – as if he’s prolonging the kiss for as long as he can make it. Something about it is so much more increasingly intimate than it was beforehand. Especially as he feels his face reaching burning temperatures, realising that he kisses softly as an introduction to a more passionate, deeper kiss. Rory’s heart swells. ‘Carry me…’ – how fucking adorable, he helplessly finds. Rory doesn’t know how he pulls it off, to be simultaneously cute and sexy all in one. And that bite to his tender neck… ‘fuck’, it’s already so sore from the lovebite that Kris had marked him with earlier. Rory likes how it lightly stings, like a burning reminder that he’s been there… that he’s claimed him. Rory likes that. He likes that sense of belonging to someone… He responds with a loose embrace around Kris’ waist, momentarily taking a slow breath and closing his eyes to let his head come back to reality. How easy it is, he finds, to fall into this weakening delusion of belonging. He’s never known how to be treasured, how to feel something real for another person, so how can he possibly begin to reign in this temptation to entertain this desire? It’s too dangerous, especially with this man he’s deathly attracted… there's too much at stake on his life… at work, and in his personal life. Yet, he presses his lips together in a tight straight line, brushing his mouth over the curve of Kris' jawline so lightly as if Kris’ skin is made of precious glass. He praises his form with trails of gentle strokes of his lips, feeling the youth’s heated skin with the intent to adore him. And, quite suddenly, Rory curls his arms underneath him, and picks up him into a secure embrace. He waits until Kris is shifted and definitely secure in his grasp before moving off the couch, and paces towards the bedroom with impatient steps. As Rory kicks open the door, he scans the room quickly. The single window is long in width, stretching overhead with a windowsill filled with beer cans and cigarette packets. The ashtray needs emptying. The floor has small scatters of discarded clothes. The table is scratched by blade cuts. And the bed is at a low level, directly beneath the moonlight as Rory strides up to it, and falls against the mattress with Kris right below him. Immediately as their heads bounce into the mattress, Rory wastes no time in quickly capturing the youth’s lips in a staggeringly long kiss. Rory’s tongue runs along his mouth, and again, involuntarily captures Kris’ hungry tongue between the oval of his liquid lips – Rory isn’t quite sure if it’s his inexperience that is making his kisses habitual, or if he’s subconsciously trying to drive home a point. Either way, he licks his mouth, flicking his tongue to his chin, to the sharp indentation of his jawline, to his ears, and then to his neck. Now everything in his movements feels so lazy. Rory’s pace has slowed down somewhat, as if he’s elongating the time he spends to passionately praise the youth. He’s bound to be just as sensitive as Rory at that moment after climaxing, so these soft grazes over his skin must have twice as much affect as they did earlier on in the evening. Rory banks on that advantage to make his gentle touches that much more pleasing, teasing his chest, his nipples, his abdomen... to make him completely writhe beneath him. But Rory stops at Kris’ collarbone. And then he lifts his head up to gaze at the man, while the irises in his eyes shimmer with unprecedented feeling. It’s strange how much he feels comfortable to be this bare, lying against Kris like this – there’s an odd sense of familiar comfort that boosts his confidence. It somehow prompts him to speak openly, as he feels an obligation to talk truthfully suddenly bursts at the seams, “Hey... just want to say thanks, Kris… for coming to see me tonight. It made me happy to see you there today.” He admits, somewhat anxiously as he rarely reveals the thoughts on his mind to this extent, though he’s always been blunt in the way he expresses himself, “I’ve been looking forward to today all week. Sorry if… my texts didn’t make it seem like I was.” Rory furls up his eyebrows to extend his hopeless expression, and lands the softest kiss to his chest in an apologetic manner. All whilst his hands lay idly aside Kris’ head, while his fingers stroke the contours of his face, all the way down his neck to the silhouette of his shoulder, down his arms and along his ribs. It’s as if he can’t keep his hands still next to this youth, and he can’t let one single opportunity to touch him go to waste. Rory’s so filled of an awakening desire to devote himself… in some strange way… to this man, that the only way he can truly express himself is in the smallest of actions. That’s all he can define the intent for this relationship – his hands, his gaze, his rapid heartbeat… ‘I just want to keep on touching you’. That’s all he can figure out for now. “We barely know each other.” Rory states the obvious… as if Kris didn’t know that. But this is where he starts, and the only way he can figure anything out between them is to put it into coherent words, especially outside his swirling thoughts that fall apart in Kris’ overwhelming presence, “I’m really grateful… in case I didn’t make it clear enough, that you’ve told me some things about yourself that you wouldn’t normally tell someone like me… someone who’s working for the other side…” Rory tries his very best to avoid talking about work as much as possible, but considering the sheer levels of danger they are in because of their positions, it’s worth mentioning at least once. “Is it alright… that I don’t even have a reason for inviting you to the bike race today? It’s just, ever since we met in that damn restaurant, I don’t know… it was so careless, but I felt… compelled to. You know what I mean?” Rory wants to scold himself for bearing so much of his inner thoughts all of a sudden, like there’s an unnecessary breach in the heated atmosphere from only moments ago, but looking at Kris now… the cause of his rattled world… Rory spilt words out his mouth as if they’d always been on the edge of his tongue. “I’ve never done this before. Never brought someone home, never invited anyone to any of my gigs, never held someone like this… do you often affect someone like this? I can’t be the only one, surely… you’re just…” Rory bites his lips together, looking for the right word but finding nothing in his arsenal that sounds right. He feels vulnerable and strong all at the same time, it’s madness in his mind. The twitch of his remaining erection agrees between his legs, and his face nearly burns from the memory of what just happened between them. “So, um… with what’s happened tonight… it’s not something I’d take lightly. I mean, I can’t… nothing like this really happens in my life. I don’t mean to pressure some kind of meaning into this, I don’t want to do that to you. But I just want to be honest and let you to know… I’m not half-hearted… I understand it’s fucking hard to trust anyone with the kind of work we do, with the kind of backgrounds we have… but like we said at that outlook you love, we can just be ourselves together. Without any pressure of appearances. I want to have that with you. Just as much as I want you. So is it alright that I ask... that you trust me, Kris?” Rory reaches for the bedside table, but hesitates for a moment – he’ll either grab two cigarettes and beers for them… or hand cream for one more intense round. Rory’s down for either… though first and foremost, he respects the decision of his company. Because either way, he’s hopelessly held by Kris’ everything – those yellow eyes that command him, and the clutch of his addicting body wrapped beneath him. As long as he’s entertained by his attention, Rory obliges at his mercy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted December 5, 2017 Author Share Posted December 5, 2017 Kris wasn’t stupid, he picked up on the sensitive area of Rory’s neck almost the moment they started this evening. He couldn’t help but kiss it or bite along its muscles for it caused a shivering, or better yet, a moaning reaction from the man who had just fucked him senseless. It was reassuring to know that he had his sweet spots too that drove him to insanity. A smile formed on his lips as he felt an arm slide around his waist and he realized that Rory had chosen to carry him. It wasn’t that he couldn’t walk, more over that he didn’t want to. His hips were already slightly sore and he could only imagine how walking would happen. He didn’t want to make a fool out of himself by falling right when he got up. A happy laugh left his lips as he was picked up. He shifted in Rory’s grasp moving his arms tighter around his neck before tightening his legs against his hips. He buried his face in his neck as they walked to the room. Kris didn’t care about Rory’s home, what it looked like or anything, in that moment because he was too focused on the other man to mind. As he heard the sound of the door hitting the wall behind it Kris peered behind him taking in the sight of the room. Seems exactly like a bachelor pad and of a gangster as he realized the presence of a knife within the apartment. His mind instantly stopped there, Rory was a gangster just like him. A rival gang member at that and yet here he was sleeping with the enemy. He felt a sinking feeling in his chest and he was about to say something about needing to leave when everything was wiped from his mind as he found his back against the mattress. He found lips against his own and he welcomed it as if he had been waiting all evening for Rory to kiss him again. He let out a soft moan as Rory’s tongue slid into his lips. Kris quickly takes over only to find that just as soon as it had started it was over. He felt a tongue slide from his lips down his jaw and to his ears. He felt a shiver slide over his body as the tongue found its way to his neck. Kris moves his legs tighter around Rory’s waist feeling his cock against his inner thigh. He took the time to run a hand through Rory’s hair pulling his mouth closer against his body as if asking for more. His fingers quickly loosen however as he feels the lips that had been pampering him all evening slide away from him. The words caught him off guard and Kris smiled softly running a hand over Rory’s cheek caressing it softly. How cute, he was going to try and explain his feelings to Kris, explain all that had happened. “You’re welcome…I enjoyed seeing you. I would love to go again.” He spoke softly not expecting to hear anything else from Rory. Hands started to roam over him once more and Kris assumed they were going to go for another round however, Rory shocked hi by speaking once again. What was happening? Kris shifted moving onto his elbows slightly as he watched the other speak to him. His eyebrows were pushed together as he listened to the words spilling out of Rory as if he had a diary writing down every word. When he was finally finished speaking Kris blinked a few times trying to come up with the right words to fill his own mouth. Was Rory a virgin? He didn’t really fuck him like one, though the way he was talking he sure sounded as if he was. Kris shifted under Rory sliding his hands down the mans chest as he thought. His fingers started to trace the outlines of his muscles his mind obviously working. After what seemed like forever Kris peered up at Rory a blush on his cheeks, “Please tell me you’ve slept with someone before…I didn’t take your virginity did I?” He looked truly worried but looked away. “I don’t care…I enjoyed myself and would gladly go again if you wanted to. I…understand that you’re not trying to pressure me into anything and that you’re wanting to clear this, confusion between us.” He sighed softly looking up at Rory his yellow eyes skimming his face as he spoke. “I want to say that this is a mistake. That I had a business reason for agreeing to going to your race today or that I was planning on murdering you. I just…I can’t justify why I’m here other than the fact that I’ve been waiting for today all week just like you. After we left the restaurant my mind was full of you and the effects you had on me just by talking to me.” He felt the words rush out of him like he had been kicked in the gut and he wasn’t even finished. “I…never come to anyone’s place and I was shocked that you brought me here. I half expected you to have this as a ploy to get to me. I think…now I see that that’s not the case and you’re serious. I am willing to trust you Rory…if you’ll trust me.” He felt his fingers on his chest tighten. “If you’ll be yourself around me…I want to have that with you, I want you.” He spoke softly his lips quivering slightly from the words. “I don’t care about our status, our backgrounds, or your boss. I honestly hadn’t really even thought about it…but if you’re not doing this for him and you mean every word that just came out of your mouth…I’ll trust you…and give this-“ He motioned between them, “Whatever this is…my all. I’m never half-hearted either and I don’t want this to be meaningless because I can’t be the only one who felt something…even if it was just a glimmer of something that could be more. I couldn’t have been the only one.” He rubbed a thumb over his chest before taking Rory’s hand that was reaching away and touching it to his cheek. He leaned into the feeling with a soft sigh wanting to believe everything he had just said to him as well as the actions he was taking for Kris. He let a finger slide over one of the scarred knuckles as his face nuzzled into the hand that had been holding him all night. This feeling that he had, he didn't want it to stop. The want to have Rory hold him more, to have him touch every part of his body and adore all of it. To have him look at him the way he did tonight for longer than just this evening. He actually wanted this one night stand to last longer than just one night. He didn't want to say goodbye to Rory this evening and never talk to him again unless they were butting heads. He honestly, didn't want them to be apart of a warring gang but he couldn't help the cards he was given he could only work with the ones he had. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted December 6, 2017 Share Posted December 6, 2017 Rory revels in the chilling feeling of Kris’ warmth in his fingers, tracing his body like discovering a map. The scars they both bear silently tell their stories, sparking a connection through the struggles they’ve suffered. If Rory’s mouth could wipe away the pain those indentations wrought, he’d kiss him all the while. Though Rory is glad to receive such a heartwarming response, he scolds himself then – what arrogance Rory must have to ask for this man’s trust, when the very nature of this relationship was urged on by Luther himself. Rory knew now that he’s setting up an even more dangerous fate by doing this… by slightly shifting what might have been casual into something that’ll evolve. Into what, Rory isn’t sure. But he couldn’t say nothing. Rory knows that now. Looking at Kris the way he did, holding him like this… he couldn’t let this chance opportunity slip away, as if all of this meant nothing. Because it does mean something. Rory doesn’t allow anyone to get this close, ever. Especially to someone of this high calibre. It’s reckless, dangerous, impulsive, ill-advised… but there’s just cause for his choices. A feeling he claws on to that ignites every sense in his body. If there wasn’t, there’s no way Rory would have extended his hand to this youth. He’s more cautious than that. But he’s usually less selfish than this. Rory pulls them both up the mattress, assisting Kris’ head for a moment to set a pillow below him. Then, he shifts to the side, stretching out against the pillows to offer the inside of his arm for Kris’ head. The mood has simmered now, from a blazing inferno to a softly lit candleflame. Though there’s a comfortable silence, it lays into the heavy atmosphere embedded in the air. Because he doesn’t know how to answer – not without knowing himself on what he feels about this. Though he agrees without a doubt that… Kris isn’t the only one to feel something… perhaps leaving this uninterpreted for now is the safest option. So Rory leaves this unanswered, just for the time being. There’s a constant battle of pushing and pulling within Rory; in one instance he opens up his heart and spills the contents, thoughtlessly without consequence… and in another instance, he pulls himself back, fearful of having shared too much, arming his enemies with ammo to hurt him deeply. Yet he still braves his nerves as he reaches out, “Sleep here tonight.” Rory prompts, bringing his lips to Kris’ forehead, letting it linger there longer than he intended, then pulls back to touch his palm to Kris’ cheek, “You can shower and borrow my clothes for the morning. Have your friend pick you up from here. Just… stay by me, aye?” As he says this, Rory remembers the strange comfort in the habitual way Kris had slid his fingers over the scars etched into his knuckles. He flinched from the touch. It’s like they’re given new meaning – from reminders of his violent pastime, to sensitive wounds to be healed. He looks into Kris’ eyes, longing like a child. He doesn’t want him to leave. He doesn’t want to escape from this safe haven they’ve seemed to have built for themselves, a world only they can enter. Because outside this world, Rory will have to face Luther. And the reality of this situation will shake everything up. Their opposition will continue as two rival gang members, fighting for dominance and reign. Even now, as they lay together on this bed bought by Luther’s money, sheltered by the roof paid for by Luther’s generosity… it’s like his everlasting presence looms like a haunting reminder of what they must eventually face. Rory wonders how long he can keep both Kris and Luther happy. Though Rory has enough power in Luther’s syndicate to reel back the operations that would collide with Kris’, he knows it won’t be enough to satisfy Luther’s thirst for power. Rory, out of all people, knows how ruthless he can be to get what he wants, and he’s smart yet crazy enough to go that extra mile… so there’s no doubt in his mind that this ‘treaty’ that Rory had promised to Kris will eventually crumble apart. And when it does… what kind of decisions will he have to make then? These thoughts are bound to keep him up at night, conflicting with the soothing comfort of having Kris by his side. The youth fits so perfectly in his arms, this detail clenches at Rory’s heart. He kisses Kris so slow that it’s agonising. Though there’s enough conflict in his thoughts, with the overhead image of Luther’s clutch seemingly around Rory’s throat, it all blurs to nothing from Rory's one forefront desire; ‘please... don’t go…’ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted December 6, 2017 Author Share Posted December 6, 2017 The silence was deafening. He felt like something he had said was wrong, like opening himself up that way brought Rory to pull back. He stayed quiet too long and Kris started to feel uneasy. He was shocked to feel his body being shifted up the mattress more and his head laid down on a pillow. He didn’t want that however, the small disconnection between the two of them made his mind work. What if he had pushed Rory away with such…sappy words. He felt the fire that had been engulfing the two of them all evening slowly subside as they spoke. He didn't have a need to jump Rory anymore although he wouldn't have minded going for another round. He wouldn't have minded feeling Rory inside him once again but being inexperienced he wasn't going to rush his new companion with something he couldn't handle. He sighed softly and welcomed the feeling of calm between them and the warmth that seemed to replace his fire in his chest. Just as his mind had thought it he saw Rory move his arm inviting him to curl into his side. Kris gladly accepted sliding an arm over Rory’s stomach and resting his head on his shoulder. He felt his face peer up to Rory as if he wanted to watch his face for any signs as to what he was thinking. He felt like the silence was an answer all in his own. He wasn’t denying that Luther had put him up to this and he wasn’t denying that there were true feelings here. Kris didn’t know how to think or feel about that… The soft touch to his forehead pulled his mind out of hiding and he smiled softly leaning into his fingers on his cheek. “Okay…” he felt his eyes close as he turned his face into the hand against his cheek kissing Rory’s palm. “I’ll stay…but that makes this something more than just a casual hookup Rory…” his yellow eyes leveled on his own. “This makes this real. You can use me but if you betray me I will never forgive you. I understand the gang life…do what you need to do to keep him off you.” He nuzzled into his hand and smiled sadly. “Not like I can really ask you to do otherwise.” He moved his head resting it against Rory’s shoulder keeping his face averted from his own not wanting to look at him. It was evident why Rory was here and Kris felt stupid for letting it happen. He didn’t know which part of his mind to believe. The side that was telling him that Rory was being kind and sweet and meant every word. Or the part in his mind that was screaming for him to run, telling him that this was all a trap. He shivered lightly against the other as a chill ran up his spine. He pressed his body closer to Rory’s letting his last words fill the air. He wanted him to refute it, to say that Luther had nothing to do with this, that he was here on his own accord. He wanted him to choose him but, doing that so early would only cause a problem and he felt his body tighten from it. What would Luther do if he found out Rory and Kris were having a relationship? Even if it was just physical what would he do when he found out Rory was hiding it? Less he already knew then this was all unimportant. Kris started to think, if Rory was his lackey and he found out Rory was sleeping with the enemy he would probably kidnap Rory’s lover and make an example out of him. Probably have Rory beat the shit out of him being the interrogator he is in Luthers ring. The thought made him push his face deeper against Rory wondering what he would pick if Luther put them in that situation. Would he choose Kris? And risk losing his job and an even worse punishment from Luther or would he turn to Luther and beat Kris till he was unrecognizable. He remembered instantly the earpiece he had in earlier and he sat up straight hopping off the bed, “Fuck Fuck Fuck!” he screamed running into the living room and rummaging through his clothing and plucking the ear piece from his jacket pushing it into his ear hearing a connection instantly. “I swear to god if you are sending men here I will rip your arms off! I’m fine! I forgot to tell you what happened….” He ran a hand through his hair leaning against the wall. Marc instantly laughed breathing out a sigh of relief, “I’m outside. I figured you were probably…doing the dirty when I heard your moans over the ear set. I just sort of put it down and kept surveillance outside for you.” As he spoke Kris found his way back to the room laughing softly from his words. He crawled back onto the bed and relaxed against Rory who probably didn’t even have time to jump off the bed. “Marc you’re nasty! I’m sure you listened. I know your schedule not like you’re getting fucked anymore. Anyway, thanks for taking care of me but go home. I’m staying over…” he trailed the words off looking over to Rory a flush covering his cheeks. “I’ll call you in the morning when I need you.” He then pushed the earpiece out and reached over Rory setting it on the bedside table. “I’m sorry…Marc is like a big brother. He’s constantly checking up on me and you being…who you are he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to be captured or something awful like that. Precautions, I’m sure you don’t mind…and if you do then I’m sorry. It was before we…” he blushed and looked down shifting his body a littler nervously feeling the sentence cut off. He hugged Rory tightly cuddling up to him, “He’s gone that’s all that matters.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erikavendetta Posted December 6, 2017 Share Posted December 6, 2017 Gently, Rory pushes wayward strands of Kris’ hair from his sodden face, still slightly stuck with perspiration from earlier. Rory likes looking into his eyes, even for a brief moment before he nuzzles deeper into Rory’s embrace. Again, the feeling of perfectly fitting around his body is met by a flutter of fire flourishing a blush on his face. Rory caresses his thumb over Kris’ ear, holding his head tenderly in the cup of his palm. To rest his chin into the mess of Kris’ unkempt hair, with his arms wrapping around his waist so lovingly, teases an urge of affection that Rory is tempted to expose. As someone who generally lives without purpose, hanging on to the faint connection he’s built with Luther, Rory hasn’t much experience to display much emotional sentiment. He picks up a rather militant reluctance from his stone-faced parents. But he feels warmer and warmer, feeling the brush of Kris’ lips pass over the base of his neck, as if his words come out as kisses there. Rory’s arms fold in a protective vice, holding him closer as the youth’s reply to stay soars Rory’s heartbeat to alarming paces. Though Kris had suddenly stiffened for a moment, before lunging out of bed in a rush to the lounge, Rory blinks in blind confusion. He isn’t given enough time to process what just happened before Kris quickly returns as fast as he left. It finally dawns on him that Kris is speaking to an eavesdropper through an earpiece, and by the sounds of their conversation, whoever it was must’ve heard an embarrassingly large portion of their night. ‘Marc…’, seems like a name to remember. Especially since he’s now blatantly aware of the nature of their relationship… in a lot more intimate ways than one. Almost like a muscle impulse, Rory suddenly buries his face into the pillows, feeling his entire head burn up into a hot flush. His temperature skyrockets to a heat so high, even his shoulders and his knuckles flush into a shade of crimson, highlighted even brighter by the moonlight shimmering through the windows. Rory’s not often shy. He puts up too much of a tough front to afford showing a weakness like that. But no one has ever heard him wither into a slutty personality that even he wasn’t aware he’d be capable of. Now knowing he had an audience to bear witness to it, Rory can barely take the embarrassment washing over his whole form, seizing him into a state of fatal unrest. Ironic, considering he’s lying completely butt-naked in plain view without a speck of remorse. Yet he grasps the underside of the pillow and buries his face into it, turning his head to the side to ever-so-slightly peak above it, gazing modestly to the youth lying by his side. “…did he really hear all of that?” Rory reluctantly asks, almost as if he’s begging for false promises just to relieve his intense embarrassment. He’s also surprised at himself for the way his voice barely squeezes out of his throat, as if he speaks with the smallest voice he’s ever made in his life, “I understand that he’s just checking up on you, but… oh, god… the sounds we made…” Rory falls against the pillow defeatedly, as if the tail between his legs had drooped. ‘How manly…’, he chides to himself. Still, considering how new he is to all of this, and how vulnerable he already feels to be this naked – emotionally, not just sexually – with another person, Rory feels justified to stumble so effeminately. His total lack of confidence in his performance in bed already has him reeling from nerves, now he has the testimony of an unknown bystander – somehow alluring an exhibitionist’s lifestyle. Then, thinking back to the way Kris had handled it, Rory wonders about his sexual history… the man seemed to be so nonchalant to talk about it with his close friend. Rory doesn’t have anyone he really speaks to about this kind of thing, though he’s endured Luther’s bragging enough times to get a rounded picture, but when it comes to his own lacking experience… Rory’s at a loss. And he’s not really intending to dig farther into Kris’ history for any particular reason, other than pure curiosity. It prompts the Scotsman to lift slightly from the pillow, still with tinges of crimson speckled over his face, as he almost bashfully asks the passing question, “Hey… how many men have you slept with?” Rory runs a hand through his hair to push it back for a moment, letting the youth clearly see his expression, while the serious tone in his voice is conveyed by the bluntness of his words, “Don’t mean anything by it. Nae gunna judge. Just wondering, really… do you sleep with a lot of guys? Or girls?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted December 6, 2017 Author Share Posted December 6, 2017 Kris was shocked to see the expression play over Rory’s cheeks as he realized what had just happened. Kris couldn’t help but let a soft chuckle fall from his lips as he watched his new companion bury his face into the pillow making the cutest expression he had seen on him the entire time. He relaxed next to Rory watching him as he started to figure out what this meant. The question brought about another soft chuckle. “Yes. He only heard my side…And just….just the part where you were sucking me off. After that it was basically silence and well…” He blushed rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Sometimes he could hear me from the sofa but I don’t think he heard you. He finds you attractive so I’m sure he was more than happy to listen in.” Kris felt a soft laugh leave his lips as he leaned against the headboard running a hand through his hair. He didn’t mind the reaction from Rory, it was actually rather adorable. He was acting like a virgin, well he probably was seeing how inexperienced he was in bed. Thinking back Kris realized he hadn’t really even noticed his inexperience until the kiss afterward feeling his hesitance as well as a moment of fleeting worry when Rory almost didn’t slide his fingers into him. He shivered at the though blushing a little as his mind started to roam back to naughty things. Just as quickly as the light hearted vibe fell over them Kris felt the need to shift from the tense air. He could tell that Rory was about to open a can o worms. He could see it in his face, the seriousness that fell over his mouth and screamed that he was going to make the evening a little more tense with whatever words were about to fall from his lips. The question pulled his mind away from the thoughts that were starting to fill it and he tilted his head. How many men had he slept with? He looked away thinking for a moment his eyes roaming to the ceiling as he let a wayward sigh fall from his lips. “A lot…I sleep mostly with men. I can sleep with women if I need to for work but I try not to.” He said with a shrug looking back down to Rory. “When I was younger my father used to sell me out to his gang members so I wouldn’t say all the men I’ve slept with were…my doing…” Kris looked away pulling his legs up to his chest looking away from Rory. He didn’t like that side of him, the side that had slept with multiple powerful men to get the information, money, and drugs that he carries with him today. Not only that but he was abused as a young boy to see that as normal. He didn’t realize something was wrong with it until he was older. “Anyway, none were as good as you…if that makes you feel any better?” he asked his face turning to Rory a blush on his cheeks. He hated his past, most of the scars that riddled his body were from the men he had given his body too. None of them ever owned his heart and no one cared to get so close to him as to know his actual name or even why he was the way he was. Rory was already closer than anyone else he had ever been with before physically. Emotionally Kris was still inexperienced and he didn’t know how to open up to Rory without making him feel horrible. It sounded bad, he had slept with many people but he wasn’t going to lie to Rory if he wanted to know. He also believed that he wasn’t going to be judged for it either. He believed that Rory was being honest and he had asked him to trust him, wasn’t answering the questions he asked apart of that? He did realize that Rory could use most of the information he had given that evening against him, hell even his name was important to him. Something inside of him told him that Rory was trustworthy, even though he was on the other side he felt that the only way he could stop being lonely was to let someone in close enough to decide if they wanted him. No one got past Kris’s mask; no one knew anything about who he really was. It was only fair to give Rory a chance, right? He shook his head hiding his face in his legs feeling open and exposed. It was true he had killed his father but not to ascend to the top of the drug tower. He was tired of seeing his mother getting beaten, he was tired of being sold out, he was tired of being abused himself that one night he just snapped. It was never given out why he really did it but as he started to give some little information out to Rory he felt like it would change how he saw him. Change the way Rory was maybe beginning to feel about him. He didn’t want that, he didn’t want to ruin any of this but the words had already been said and he couldn’t take it back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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