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Back Off, Santa, We Got This	By : ShinaRyun Category: Web Comics > Skins Views: 2420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ready?
- 2-Set?
- 3-GO!
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Vinnie’s brain was making no such division, taking the undeniable presence of Tyr’s erection as proof that despite his struggles, the man was hot for him. He rumbled something unintelligible as he kissed into Tyr’s mouth, swirling his tongue hard against Tyr’s and making sure that he did not give so much as a millimeter of space for Tyr’s teeth to work free from the painful lock he had made with his own. He suspected that he would lose his lips if Tyr got his fangs free for even a moment, horny or not.
Their kiss lasted for a long count of ten seconds before Try finally managed to break away, nearly dislocating his jaw as he forced his mouth open wider and jerked aside. An audible pop announced that their seal of lips was broken, echoing in Tyr’s ears as he gasped for air, choking on his own breath when he felt Vinnie’s mouth resume its’ attack, this time targeting the corded muscles in his exposed neck and throat. Sharp teeth crunched against his skin in a wide bite that shifted taut muscles painfully, bruising pressure and heat making Tyr freeze in primal, instinctive fear of having his throat torn out. He managed not to cry out, instead forcing a growl that made the tendons beneath Vinnie’s teeth vibrate and tense, sending flashes of pain up and down his neck.
Vinnie felt the instant stiffness that overtook Tyr’s body, his lips curling into what approximated a smirk as he sucked and bit against his friend’s neck, a low chuckle rumbling against hot, wet skin. He clenched his jaw harder, marking a bite on Tyr’s neck that slowly began to ooze pinpricks of blood from his pores before pulling away to pant down at the man.
“Still want to tell me you don’t like this?” he husked, the bound tail of his long hair sliding off his shoulder to hang off his thick neck. “I can feel it, ya know,” he added, giving his hips a jerk forward to grind his right thigh down to Tyr’s covered erection, his own hidden hard-on digging into Tyr’s left hip.
“Means…nnf, nothing,” Tyr muttered, unable to hide the flush that lit his cheeks, hoping that it came off as angry and knowing that it really wasn’t.
“Means something,” Vinne growled lowly, his eyes flickering from Tyr’s face to the mark on his neck. He ducked down again and lathed his wet tongue over the bite, tasting blood and sweat and the acidic tang of adrenaline. He felt Tyr’s hips jerk with the rest of his body at the lick, and felt the harder throb of the man’s cock grinding up into his leg, making him chuckle as he lapped at the bite-mark he had made.
“Fucking quit it, Tom,” Tyr growled, arms straining as he tried to break free on principle, panting quickly, panic making his eyes widen as he fought both the man above him and the urges within him, confused and hurt and still royally pissed that he was losing a fight. All thought was driven from his mind when Vinnie bit him again, sharply, reproachfully, digging teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder, tugging a tendon beneath his skin.
“Hate it when you call me that,” Vinnie growled, the sound muffled by the mouthful of Tyr’s skin between his teeth.
“Go f-fuck yourself,” Tyr husked, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and focusing on getting just one arm lose from Vinnie’s hold. If he could get just one arm free…
“Other way around, Tyr,” Vinnie muttered before sucking hard against the bite he had made, ensuring that the mark he had left would bruise and linger for days, his hands loosening just a tiny amount as he enjoyed his play. “Thought I’d fuck you instead,” he rumbled, pulling back and winking down at Tyr, overconfidence written all over his strong features as he held the other man down. “Unless you think you even want to stop it?”
“Up yours,” Tyr spat before jerking his left arm as hard as he possibly could from Vinnie’s distracted, slightly-loosened grip, desperate energy lending him strength to pull away from Vinnie’s grasping hand. Free, he roared as he brought his elbow down from above his head, flying into Vinnie’s right shoulder and collarbone before he shot his head up, forehead leading. He felt his broad forehead smash into flesh and bone, practice and experience telling him that he had caught Vinnie’s right eye squarely on his dome. The impact made the bruise on his temple start to throb angrily, the old pain starting to cloud his vision, nearly making him black out. He managed to hold on as fresh adrenaline flooded through his system, giving him the burning fuel to press his small advantage: surprise.
Stunned and shocked that Tyr had gotten loose from his hold, Vinnie could not react in time as his would-be prey managed to jerk his right leg up from its’ confinement, getting enough leverage to shove up and throw the ex-fighter over onto his back. His head ringing and his right shoulder throbbing and numb from the strikes, all he saw were stars as he tried to find some purchase or leverage to turn back over, flopping lamely. Free of Vinnie’s weight, Tyr snarled wildly and lunged for where he had dropped his shiv, flipping over face-down to the floor and fast-crawling for the fallen blade. His numb right hand snatched out to grope at the tape-wrapped handle which had managed to bounce close to eight feet out of his grip when Vinnie had brought him down, his face locked in a rictus as he tried to make his fingers work properly.
“Get ‘im, Vinnie, c’mon,” Jordan heard herself whisper under her breath as she watched, both her eyes opened wide despite the fact that she could only see out of one of them. Rabbit shot her a look and an arched eyebrow before looking back at the screens, biting his bottom lip and freezing his hand around his own cock as he saw Tyr’s hand stretch for the handle of his blade just as Vinnie got himself back together.
Growling and furious, Vinnie swung himself back over off of his back and lunged for Tyr’s right ankle, one meaty paw grabbing tightly around the ex-soldier’s leg and jerking him back, reeling him in. “Get over here!” he snarled, twisting painfully to the right as he dragged Tyr back towards him. Tyr moved with the twist agilely and swung his left leg around in an attempt to take Vinnie’s head off his shoulders as he spun, thudding onto his back and doing little to stop Vinnie from getting him close as he bared his shiv in his right hand, the gleaming blade poking from the bottom of his fist.
Vinnie saw the flash of metal and did not pause in the slightest, ducking underneath of Tyr’s swinging left leg while getting both of his shoulders underneath of Tyr’s knees, both reaching out to take hold of the ex-soldier’s arms once more. He managed to grab Tyr’s left easily enough, using it as leverage to drag Tyr closer while pushing himself forward, powering his body between Tyr’s legs and forcing his back to curl up off the floor, hips lifting to grind against Vinnie’s torso as he lunged to cover the other man. Tyr’s right arm flailed out of reach while Vinnie lunged, waving madly to keep Vinnie’s searching fingers from getting a decent grip on him until his assailant was almost completely on top of him.
Vinnie caught on to Tyr’s idea just in time to save himself, his left hand flying up to catch Tyr’s right wrist as he brought his right arm between their bodies, the ex-soldier clenching his thighs together against Vinnie’s sides to keep him from pulling back or dodging over the slicing, razor-sharp edge. The shiv stopped just shy Vinnie’s neck, the man’s left arm trembling to keep Tyr’s right from killing him, the vibrations making the blade press in and slice him shallowly, red droplets starting to gradually trail over his dusky, tan skin.
“Should fucking kill you right now,” Tyr spat up at his attacker, actively trying to slash Vinnie’s throat, panting rapidly and grunting as he tried to cut deeper.
“Bull…shit,” Vinnie muttered between tightly clenched teeth, his head craning to his right to try to pull his neck out of the way of the blade, skin tightening under the sharp edge. “Take a goddamn breath and get over yourself, Tyr…you don’t want to kill me.”
“Gimmie one reason to think you’re right, Tom,” Tyr growled, glaring hotly.
“’Cause I can feel your dick throbbing,” Vinnie growled, eyes narrowing down at Tyr’s as his own right hand slid along Tyr’s left to grab just beneath the ex-soldier’s hand. His thumb pressed hard onto the joint and his hand twisted sharply, and the resulting POP announced that Vinnie had just dislocated Tyr’s left wrist. “Gets harder every time you piss me off…like right now.”
Tyr was practically foaming at the mouth in pain and fury from the dislocation, but even through the red haze which dropped over his vision and the staccato thumping of his pulse, he could feel that Vinnie was correct. Partially to test the idiot’s theory and partially to see if he could break his hold, Tyr put more pressure on his blade against Vinnie’s neck, feeling it cut a little deeper, skin starting to give way to thick red muscles. Sure enough, he felt his steely cock throb against his thigh, a trickle of wetness sticking to his skin revealing the stream of gooey precum oozing from his tip, staining his boxers and his skin.
“Face it,” Vinnie husked roughly, a thin, strained smirk stretching over his face even as his blood trickled more freely down his neck and chest, starting to drip down onto Tyr’s chest, leaking through his shirt. “You fucking get off when we fight…love it,” he rumbled, pressing his thumb sharply into Tyr’s dislocated wrist. Pain like corkscrews twisting up his blood vessels in his arm shot through Tyr, and to his horror, he felt his cock surge against his pants, pressing intently to his inseam and to Vinnie’s hips as the man bore down upon him.
“Oh shit,” he breathed, eyes wide, as much surprised that his body was reacting so powerfully to something that he had never considered as he was surprised that Vinnie was actually correct about something.
“You get so goddamn hot when we just fight,” Vinnie muttered, leaning his head down as best as he could while trying not to slice open his neck further. “Take one fucking second, and just try to imagine how hot you’ll get when I fuck you.”
“You’re…” Tyr started to say before cutting himself off and falling silent, eyes flicking away for a moment, confusion flitting across his features. His right hand eased up a hair’s breadth, the movement practically subconscious as the unshakeable, logical center of his brain tried to find some sense in his situation, and tried to find some fault in Vinnie’s argument.
Vinnie took advantage of Tyr’s confusion by dropping down and kissing him again, boldly releasing Tyr’s right arm as he did so, trusting that he was right and that Tyr would not cut him from ear to ear. He pressed himself down to Tyr’s body as his tongue forced past the stunned man’s teeth, his hips rocking down to grind himself harshly against Tyr’s throbbing, bulging groin.
Tyr froze as he felt the pressure leave his right arm, his wrist flexing to put the edge of his shiv back into the cut he had made, tempted to finish what he had started. He could do it…he could kill the loud, smirking prick and put this all behind him, burn his macho-porn and then stomp upstairs and demand to fuck Rabbit through a wall…
But there was that tongue in his mouth, pressing, pushing, swirling, wrestling with his own…there was that weight on his chest, so heavy and hard and burning hot…and there was that huge hand, those thick fingers shoving roughly between his legs and grabbing at his groin…
“Mmmff,” Tyr mumbled as his eyes started to slide closed and his right hand started to pull back from Vinnie’s neck with barely-perceptible slowness, the blade coming away with a line of congealing blood covering its’ edge. It kept moving away until, with fingers trembling and clenching around the handle, he brought his arm over Vinnie’s left shoulder and pressed flatly to the man’s back, unsure if he was trying to pull the man closer upon him or if he was trying to cut into his spine.
“That’s it,” Vinnie murmured around his kiss, shifting his left shoulder and rolling down onto Tyr as the flat of Tyr’s blade pressed tightly to his back, just an inch away from his spine, the edge biting and catching on his sweat-soaked shirt. His groping fingers clenched tighter around Tyr’s crotch, feeling swollen testicles shift and slide, Tyr’s breath catching and his jaw clenching at the pressure. Vinnie felt his own dick swell and jerk as it ground into Tyr’s hip and thigh, the long, hard muscles in his leg giving friction so much more rewarding than grinding up to most women he had bedded. His hips rolled down more firmly, seeking more, more of that sweet, hot, stinging pressure that made his manhood practically purr.
Tyr’s hips answered with a rock of their own, a pained grunt rumbling in their locked mouths and a wet sound rising from their locked hips as sweat and precum made both men’s skin gleam and dampen their clothes. The ex-soldier clenched his right arm over Vinnie’s back and felt as though he was choking again as he started to kiss up into Vinnie’s mouth, his chest tightening and his pulse racing, burning blood flying through his body. He tensed his body as he had before, trying to move, to get out from underneath of Vinnie’s pressing weight and forceful grip on his balls and mouth. He struggled, and Vinnie growled and tightened his hands on Tyr’s body, thrusting his hips down with almost-bruising force, pinning Tyr to the floor and making him moan quietly.
This was not like taking some natural submissive. This was a different beast entirely, and even as he hated himself for it, Tyr found the overpowering sensation of being dominated to be…intoxicating.
“Fuck,” he mumbled when Vinnie’s head pulled back, teeth catching on Tyr’s lower lip to bite and suck for a moment before letting go to just pant slowly, breath mingling between them like a pair of whiskey stills blowing smoke over each other.
“Still wanna kill me?” Vinnie husked, grinning down at his panting prey.
“Still want you to get the fuck off of me,” Tyr countered, trying to put danger into his words even as he pressed his hips up to Vinnie’s grasping hand.
“Only reason I’m letting you go is if you’re getting that fine ass into my bed,” Vinnie growled, winking. “Think you’d like it better if I dragged you there, though.”
“Kiss my ass, Tom,” Tyr muttered before jerking his left hand roughly out of Vinnie’s grip, getting his arm between their bodies and pressing against Vinnie’s chest, trying to push him up and off even as his right stayed curled around Vinnie’s back.
“If you insist,” Vinnie snarled through a grin as he abruptly pushed himself up, springing a little clumsily onto his feet and grabbing both hands around Tyr’s ankles, rudely starting drag the surprised man across the floor towards his bedroom.
“Jackass!” Tyr roared, arms flailing for something to grab onto, unconsciously giving Vinnie a fantastic show of his well-built muscles shifting underneath his sweat-soaked shirt. Even the loud THUNK-shhhhhhhkk of Tyr stabbing his shiv into the floor and scratching a trail across the floorboards couldn’t stop Vinnie’s grin as he backed through the open doorway into his room. He kept pulling Tyr along until the man released his blade and managed to grab at the room’s doorframe, grunting as he halted Vinnie’s pulling, glaring at his friend.
“Not what I meant,” Tyr snarled.
“Close enough,” Vinnie returned as he shifted his hands’ grips from Tyr’s ankles to the hems of his pants, grunting loudly as he yanked hard on the black fatigues. Cloth ripped on the second tug, a button flying away as it popped off of Tyr’s waistband and loosened the cloth enough to get yanked off of his cut hips and down his tense legs. He made a valiant attempt to kick at Vinnie as the man disrobed him, but all it did was help to get the loosened pants off his legs before his feet hit the floor, buff legs bared. Only a pair of grey boxer-briefs covered Tyr’s loins, pulled tightly over his well-built thighs and cut hips, his shirt pulled up to just beneath his arms by his journey across the floor.
Vinnie grinned hungrily as he looked down at the man, raising an eyebrow at the dark stains of precum dotting Tyr’s boxers and the gleam of sweat that shone like oil over his abs, pecs and sharply cut hips. He glanced lower down for a moment and pressed a hand over his own groin, chuckling ruefully as he felt his manhood reaching long and hard against his thigh.
“Oooooh, fuck, he’s hard,” Jordan husked as she watched through the cameras, finally giving in to her building lust and shucking her shorts. Rabbit perked up from where he was massaging at his balls and chuckled, nodding as he added his own shorts to the rumpled clothing on their floor, leaving him in his tattoos and nothing else.
“Still think Tyr might turn this around,” the nude albino said with just a little bit of a pout as he turned to watch Vinnie strip out of his shirt, biting his bottom lip at the dark line of hair leading down the man’s ripped abs.
“Nnnff…think that you just wish you could be down there right now,” Jordan husked, melting back into the couch as her panties got tugged aside and fingers finally made contact with her damp mound, her eyes locked on the screen. Both men were panting hard as they just stared at each other for a moment, Tyr practically nude from the waist down, Vinnie bare from the waist up, each taking the brief pause in their aggressive interaction to catch their breath and settle their stomachs, and to each size the other up.
Tyr hated to admit it, but as Vinnie was, with blood dripping down his side and his powerful chest and arms revealed, and those dark, deep-set eyes staring down hungrily at him…he was sexy. Not even the light-headedness from the alcohol he had consumed and the injuries he had sustained could keep him from believing that; not after having the man mashed against him. Not after feeling his strength and lusty power.
Vinnie was surprised by how…well, hot Tyr looked. It wasn’t just the fact that he had an adrenaline-erection, either. There really had been something about wrestling the man to the floor, feeling Tyr’s manhood grow and stiffen, feeling him fight, hearing him growl and pant for air that had genuinely turned Vinnie on. The man grinned widely as he watched Tyr snarl and grab at his dislocated wrist, grunting sharply as he twisted his hand and reset the joint with a loud, sick snap.
“Sexy,” Vinnie grunted, taking a step closer to his friend. Flexing his left wrist experimentally and deciding that he would not need to ice it until later, Tyr flipped his middle finger up as his right hand slid up the doorframe and used it to pull himself off the floor, only stumbling slightly. The motion made his exposed abs ripple and clench visibly beneath his taut tan skin, the motion hidden once he tugged his shirt down from where it had ridden up, trying to maintain a modicum of modesty even though his boxers were furiously tented around his erection.
“Might as well just take it off,” Vinnie grunted as he took another step and reached out, fingers brushing the hem of Tyr’s shirt.
“Make me,” Tyr growled as he swatted Vinnie’s hand aside, trying to take a step back to put some distance between them and finding the doorframe blocking his way, stopping him before he could get more than a few inches back. His eyes widened at the sudden stop, his brow twitching and his fingers clenching at empty air, instinctively looking for some way out of the metaphorical corner he had blocked himself into.
“Gonna be like this all night?” Vinnie husked as he closed the distance between them, left hand snapping out to grab at Tyr’s right, trying to pin it to the wall while his own right reached to clench fingers into Tyr’s shirt.
“Didn’t think I was gonna go easy on you, did you?” Tyr muttered as he pulled his right forearm across his chest and tried to hold it out horizontally to stop Vinnie from advancing closer. It was a hopeless, useless gesture, his unsettling self-doubt manifesting as passive aggression that Vinnie defeated easily, grabbing thick fingers around Tyr’s forearm between his wrist and his elbow and forcefully shoving up, pinning Tyr’s right arm over his head against the wall.
“More fun if you don’t,” Vinnie rumbled as he kissed Tyr again and jerked his left hand up, exposing Tyr’s chest from hips to pectorals before releasing his shirt and pressing his palm flat against Tyr’s abs. The chiseled bumps of twitching muscle felt better than he remembered from his fighting days, and he pressed intently upon them as he kissed into Tyr’s mouth, exploring clumsily over the man’s torso. It was simultaneously similar to feeling up a woman, and entirely different; it was different in that he’d never had a woman who qualified as a human V. It was similar in that it got him just as eager to feel more of the taut skin beneath his fingers, his hand sweeping up and around to palm over Tyr’s left pectoral.
Tyr made a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a groan as Vinnie felt him up, fingers pressing insistently into his flesh and making him reach out to grab his left hand tightly over Vinnie’s shoulder, looking for balance, for a pause, for a breath as Vinnie’s tongue molested the inside of his mouth. His nails broke through Vinnie’s skin when the hand on his chest slid around his side and grabbed tightly at his right buttock, making him grunt and inhale sharply through his nose as blood leaked slowly around his fingertips.
“Mmmm,” Vinnie hummed as his fingers dug into firm, taut flesh, pressing his body more firmly to Tyr’s and sliding his hand over until his fingertips pressed through Tyr’s boxers into his cleft. Tyr stiffened instantly and tried to pull his head away, eventually managing to break from Vinnie’s mouth to pant and glare at the man.
“Scary,” Vinnie taunted, smirking and clenching his hand tighter around Tyr’s arm and buttock, muscles tensing as hard as steel in both men’s bodies.
“I seriously hope,” Tyr grunted as he struggled, his fingernails pressing painfully into the meat of Vinnie’s broad shoulder as his legs shifted and slid further apart, shifting his weight onto his left foot, “That you aren’t deluding yourself into thinking that I’m scared of you, Vinnie.”
“Your dick sure isn’t,” Vinnie husked as he grabbed tighter at Tyr’s ass, his eyes narrowing as lancing pain ran up from his shoulder, “It’s been rubbing against my-HUH!”
Tyr smirked as he clenched his right leg harder, having lifted it off the floor, curled his steely calf around Vinnie’s left knee and pulled forward, forcing his leg to bend and slam his kneecap into the doorframe. Vinnie’s instant of shocked weakness gave Tyr the edge to push his right arm off the wall and out of Vinnie’s grip, his strong hand pressing to Vinnie’s face and pulling with his left on Vinnie’s shoulder, jerking the grunting man around in a spin to Tyr’s left. Vinnie’s back hit the wall with a thud that shook everything in the room and made Jordan and Rabbit pause in their self-abuse, staring wide-eyed for a moment as Tyr turned the tables and pinned Vinnie to the wall with a sharp bite at his neck.
“Told ya,” Rabbit crowed, grinning thinly at Jordan.
“Give it a minute,” Jordan muttered, glaring at the screen. “He wants Vinnie to turn this back around.”
“Bullshit,” Rabbit muttered back, his body tensing as his long, nimble fingers clenched tighter around his own cock.
“He’s all about control,” Jordan tried to explain, her uncanny attention to detail and ability to read people unaffected by the fact that she was two knuckles deep inside of herself. “His clothes, his schedule, his lovers…he’s always been in control. When you fight so hard to dominate, take my word for it, there’s a part of you that’s just aching to be on the other side.” She grinned over at Rabbit as she shifted on the couch, her back leaning into an armrest and her right leg falling off the edge of the couch to spread her legs wider, her hand pressing further between them. “You’ll see,” she husked, biting her lip as her thumb found her clit.
Rabbit scowled and looked back at the screens as he pulled forward on the couch, slouching down and getting his hips over the edge so that his free hand could reach beneath himself and start teasing between his cheeks. His pink-red eyes stared intently at the image of the two men before him; he had seen Jordan toying with herself more times than she could count and could ignore it, barely. Watching two warriors fight for sexual dominance was a different breed of porn entirely, and as he saw Vinnie jerk from Tyr’s teeth sliding to the junction of his neck and shoulder, Rabbit wondered if Jordan could be right.
When Vinnie abruptly grabbed at Tyr’s waist and shoved him back, snarling as he bull-rushed off of the wall and practically tackled Tyr down onto his bed, all Rabbit could do was curse under his breath and fight not to jerk himself faster.
“Damnit!” Tyr snarled as his legs hit the bed and he tripped backwards, shoved flat onto the unruly sheets, his head forced back from Vinnie’s shoulder, his eyes narrowed as he struggled in earnest. “Get the hell off of me!”
“That’s the fucking idea, you idiot!” Vinnie yelled, his voice somewhat muffled from his face being pressed to Tyr’s chest, his legs working to get up onto the bed and to keep Tyr from getting the leverage to flip him again. His knee hurt like hell, but he ignored it as the furious, panicked energy flowing between him and Tyr compelled him to touch, to feel, to grab and rip at any bit of clothing that he came in contact with. He heard a short, pained bark as he found tight cloth and yanked as hard as his left arm could manage, discovering in a moment of realization that he had just successfully yanked Tyr’s boxers halfway down his legs.
“I am trying,” Vinnie growled as he managed to get enough weight across Tyr’s chest and thighs to prevent another flip, “To get off.” He yanked again and heard fabric tear as he wiggled over Tyr’s boxers and shoved them off of the man’s legs, leaving him in a t-shirt and nothing else.
Free from its’ confinement, Tyr’s raging hard-on sprung up like a stiff, slightly-bent idol to some tribal god, skin darker than the rest of Tyr’s body, a branching tree of thin veins growing up from his base, a faint gleam around his circumcised head from the precum still oozing from his slit. Above it, Tyr’s face bore a momentary look of panic as he saw just how stiff he was, his green eyes flickering between his cock and Vinnie’s turned head for a heartbeat. With his shoulders just over Tyr’s navel and his right arm stretched up and over Tyr’s left shoulder, Vinnie had to lean to his right and look down to see what he had uncovered, giving Tyr a view of shoulders and back flexing and shifting as he panted. Hot breath blew over Tyr’s bared flesh even from a foot away, making his eyes snap tightly shut and his cock throb and flex visibly.
This is it…this is where the straight fucker’ll just back off…we can get back to fighting like we always do and this kind of shit won’t-
“GAH!” Tyr roared as a mixture of shock, pain, and fiery heat shot through him. Leave it to Vinnie to interrupt a perfectly calm, reasonable thought by grabbing him around his cock and nearly tearing it off at its base. “It’s not a bottle of coke, you dump motherfucker!” Tyr yelled, trying to emphasize his point with a right cross that would have sent teeth flying off the bed. He only managed to clench his fist and make his right arm shake like a dog shitting razor blades as Vinnie kept stroking his cock, squeezing him so tightly that Tyr could feel skin starting to go numb from where it was trapped between his fingers. It hurt…gods above, it hurt, like he was going to be crooked afterwards.
The thought that there might actually be physical harm to his manhood steeled Tyr’s nerve and gave him strength enough to act. Snarling furiously, he snapped his right fist out in a wild swing that slammed his fist into Vinnie’s jaw, turning his head left and making the man grunt sharply in surprise before whipping his head up to just stare at Tyr with a mix of anger and surprise. As if he had completely forgotten that there was someone attached to the cock in his clamped fist, and did not appreciate the harsh reminder.
“What?!” he grunted.
“Too. Fucking. HARD!” Tyr roared, a vein pressing out from his temple and his face nearly turning purple before he just collapsed back onto the bed, panting in relief that the fierce tugging had stopped for a moment.
Vinnie blinked and looked between Tyr’s face and his cock, back and forth before looking up at him with confusion written across his features. “Well how the hell should I know if you’re too damn hard, Tyr? You’re about as hard as my dick is now, telling me you’re only getting this hard for me?”
“You’re RUBBING too hard, asshole,” Tyr snarled, jerking his left arm twice before he got it free of Vinnie’s hold and slapped his palm over his eyes. “Got nothing to do with you how hard I am.”
“Oh really?” Vinnie asked accusingly before clenching his hand tight again. Tyr gasped and jerked his hips up responsively, his left arm flying to stretch straight out on the bed, fingers grabbing at the sheets. His right took another swing for Vinnie’s head, but was intercepted by Vinnie’s freed right hand and roughly pulled across his chest, Tyr trying to pull back, Vinnie barely holding him still as he started pumping at his cock again.
“A-AHH!” Tyr shouted, eyes flying wide and his jaw clamping shut on whatever else he meant to say as Vinnie’s hand loosened. Barely.
“Didn’t catch that,” Vinnie said through a smirk, the expression flitting away as Tyr nearly fought his right arm free from his grasp. Loose, Tyr’s left hand let go of the sheets and swung across to connect with the back of Vinnie’s head, glancing off of his thick skull and thicker hair and earning Tyr a snarling glare from the man. Tyr responded with a snarl of his own as he brought his bulging left arm back, bent to swing the point of his elbow in a faster arc directly against Vinnie’s right cheekbone. The thud-crack of bone on bone made Tyr wince.
“Catch that?” He grunted as Vinnie’s eyes crossed and his body went rigid, flopping over on the bed as Tyr freed his right arm and shoved the hulk over before lifting himself off of the bed and standing up.
“The fuck…was that for?” Vinnie muttered as he got his senses back, the high-pitched ringing in his ears fading quickly, starting to push himself up onto his elbows. He grunted when Tyr’s left hand pressed to his chest and shoved him flat again.
“Shut up and don’t move,” Tyr snarled in the same voice he used when breaking in a fresh submissive. He didn’t feel dominant in the least, but he was mad enough to make it work, and the eventual, sighing shrug that he got from Vinnie in answer seemed legit. Leaving the man on his bed to cradle his throbbing head in his hands, Tyr stormed out of the room and stomped into his own, muttering curses the whole time.
“What the hell is he doing?” Jordan almost whispered to herself, pausing in her ministrations.
“Getting lube,” Rabbit answered without missing a stroke, scowling at the screen even as precum made his hand start to make faint, slick sounds with each motion. “Get back there,” he muttered under his breath, flinching slightly as his own slick fingers started to press inside of himself, “Don’t do it…just go kick his ass and put the brute on his knees.”
“You wish,” Jordan husked, grinning as she saw Tyr do exactly as Rabbit had predicted, throwing open a drawer on his bedside table and pulling a bottle of lube from among the other neatly-ordered contents before slamming it loudly. The woman moaned softly as she watched the half-naked man move, her eyes focusing on his bared thighs and sculpted butt as he turned away from the camera. With the bottle clenched tightly in his hand and a curse on his lips, Tyr stomped back into Vinnie’s bedroom and hurled the bottle at Vinnie’s head just as the man was pulling himself upright.
“EZ-Slide,” Tyr spat, crossing his arms over his chest as the plastic bottle pinged off of Vinnie’s head and bounced onto the sheets. “Made especially for you.”
“Huh?” Vinnie muttered, glancing down at the bottle as its contents sloshed, picking it up to examine the label more closely. “Says this stuff’s safe for penile or anal application.”
“Dicks and assholes. Like I said, made just for you,” Tyr said with a smirk.
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