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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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“Dicks and assholes. Like I said, made just for you,” Tyr said with a smirk.
“Sure they didn’t make it for bitchy pussies like you?” Vinnie replied dryly, tossing the bottle to himself as he stood up to glare levelly at Tyr.
“The fuck you mean by that?” Tyr snarled angrily, doing his best to ignore how seeing Vinnie shirtless was returning some of the perk that he had lost during his quiet, ranting sojourn into his own bedroom and back. He crossed closer to the bed with his hands clenched to fists, unable to deny that the hot rush of confrontation got him standing at full mast faster than he would have thought was possible. “Just because I don’t need to maul my cock to get off, makes me weaker than you?
“Don’t play dumb,” Vinnie growled, bristling and sidestepping to his right as he stared at Tyr, managing to pull Tyr into turning with him so that both had their sides to the bed as they fought. “Think I don’t know about the leather you’ve got in your closet? Think none of the boy-toys you brought over ever said anything about you on their way out the door?”
“Like what, Tom?” Tyr growled, seething mad, itching to slug the idiot but wanting more to hear what had been said about him. He had his guard up the moment Vinnie growled and swung for him, deflecting a left backhand wide away and bending to block a knee with his right palm, his eyes flying wide when Vinnie’s right hand swung in and grabbed at the side of his neck, squeezing hard against the aching hickey marking his skin.
“Like that you love this shit,” Vinnie snarled as he pressed hard to the bite. Tyr made a hollow noise in the back of his throat as his knees buckled just slightly, enough that Vinnie managed to shove him sideways onto the bed with a grunt. Tyr managed to keep the presence of mind to clamp his left hand around Vinnie’s wrist as he fell, dragging the man down with him to tangle in the sheets as their fight picked up again.
It did not last long, ending almost as quickly as it had started when Tyr, in a moment of incredibly poor hand-eye coordination, managed to shove his hand straight down Vinnie’s pants. In truth, he had been trying to dig his knuckles into Vinnie’s abdomen, but as slippery as the man’s skin was and as far open as his hard-on was stretching his pants, the punch just naturally skipped down Vinnie’s abs. Both men froze once they realized that, yes, Tyr had a hand pressing very tightly to Vinnie’s cock, Tyr half-turned on his left side with his right arm pressed tightly to the sheets beneath Vinnies’, his left awkwardly stretched lengthwise down his body. Practically mounting Tyr, braced on his knees and right arm as his left pressed tightly down on Tyr’s head, Vinnie couldn’t do much more than grin a bit as he panted, thrusting his hips down to make his cock slide and rub over the man’s fist.
“If you wanted it that bad…” he husked.
“Shut up,” Tyr muttered, his voice lacking its’ usual venom as that length brushed over his skin, his toes starting to curl involuntarily at the sensation. Vinnie was easily the largest man he had ever climbed into bed with, a fact both daunting and exciting; half curious, half angry, he opened his hand and grabbed at the hidden length of muscles, clenching painfully tight.
“Nnnff,” Vinnie husked, his eyelids fluttering a little at the unforgiving touch, his manhood throbbing and his hands clenching tightly against Tyr’s body as he rode the strange, new sensation. “That’s…not bad,” he managed to grunt as Tyr kept squeezing him, long, strong fingers curling one by one around his head and shaft to grip him in a tight fist, Tyr’s thumb digging viciously into Vinnie’s leaking slit.
“See? Fucking hurts, don’t it?” Tyr growled, remembering after a moment that it was probably about as tight as Vinnie grabbed himself.
“Uh-huh,” the man replied, grinning as Tyr flushed a little and started to relax his hand. He rocked his hips firmly against Tyr’s fingers, his cock sliding easily in the man’s loosened grasp, hot with needy blood. “Don’t stop.”
Tyr weighed his options momentarily, trying to decide between either pulling his hand out, or twisting Vinnie’s dick off. But…there was the way that Vinnie’s body tensed when he clenched his fingers, the visible darkness which entered his eyes as he stared down at Tyr…
A third option rose timidly within Tyr’s mind, and much as he wanted to crush it into nothingness, it raised an unassailable point: he could do what Vinnie had asked him to do. That thought was repugnant, but sadly, it happened to coincide with what Tyr wanted.
Tyr sighed and closed his eyes, deciding in that moment, with Vinnie’s panting, half-naked body pressing down upon him and that throbbing pole in his hand, to just give in to his twisted desires and write it off later as a bad decision made under the influence of alcohol. Not his first.
“Not one…fucking…word,” he muttered before uncurling his hand slightly and slowly starting to stroke up and down, feeling skin catch and get tugged under his fingers, veins bumping as he passed over them, back and forth.
Vinnie grunted in something like agreement, clenching his jaw and trying to breathe through his nose before the heat coiling inside him made his jaw snap open, panting as Tyr’s hand sent twinges of pain branching through his loins. It was…different than feeling a woman’s hand upon him, he knew that…there was a conscious part of his mind which realized and acknowledged that what he was doing, and what he was feeling made him bisexual. Honestly, he didn’t see what all the fuss was about; in the end, it still felt good…hell, it felt great, even though Tyr’s callused hand had him biting back growls as the man’s knuckles dragged over his slick head and crown.
Slowly, Vinnie released his holds on Tyr’s right arm and head, the other man mentally chastising himself that he had forgotten about being pinned down until he was freed. Vinnie’s left just braced on the bed beside Tyr’s head, while his right reached down and slowly, carefully popped the clasp of his jeans, his zipper shooting open with a spine-tingling rip of metal on metal. Tyr took advantage of the distraction to turn himself over, putting his back flat on the bed, his right hand slipping between their bodies to grab his bending cock and pull it up, laying against his abs, the pressure of Vinnie’s body pressing down against him nearly making him groan in pleasure. When Vinnie’s hand kept fiddling with his pants, slowly pushing them down his thighs, Tyr felt his heart skip a beat and his hand pause around the other man’s cock, his eyes flicking down to stare and to avoid Vinnie’s gaze.
Tyr bit his tongue to keep himself from saying anything as he finally got an eyeful of what was pulsating in his hand, the shiver that raced down his spine making his backdoor clench. Vinnie wasn’t small by any means, though like Tyr, he wasn’t large to the point of obscenity…he bordered on the edge of what one of Tyr’s past conquests had called ‘non-compensatory’. The implication had been that Tyr didn’t need to compensate for his size, and as he got a good, long look at the dark-skinned length of flesh sprouting from Vinnie’s thicket of glossy black fur, Tyr began to think that Vinnie really didn’t need to, either.
“Like what you see?” Vinnie husked, grinning as he pushed his pants past his knees and easily worked them off his feet, leaving him nude above Tyr.
“I said not to talk,” Tyr snapped, pulling his hand away from Vinnie’s cock and trying his best not to move, unsure of what he would do if he had to endure any more contact with the handsome idiot above him. He tried to cross his arms over his chest out of habit, but with Vinnie so close to him, all it did was brush his hands up the man’s abs and chest before getting lodged between their bodies, awkwardly tugging up his shirt and letting him feel the heat rolling off of Vinnie’s body all the more easily. He started when Vinnie huffed and relaxed over him, the man’s muscled bulk laying heavily over his legs and torso, trapping both their members between their bodies in dangerously close proximity.
“You didn’t answer me,” Vinnie husked as he lowered his head down closer to Tyr’s, his arms sliding up to brace his elbows above Tyr’s shoulders, acting like blinders to force his gaze up. “What do you think of it?”
“I’ve seen bigger,” Tyr muttered as he turned his hands to press his palms to Vinnie’s chest, pushing without conviction. His legs shifted restlessly beneath him, brushing along Vinnie’s, his arms tensing to hold Vinnie at bay; the push would have been more effective if the naked fighter were not already close enough to bite his ear as he spoke. Sharp teeth made Tyr tense and roll his hips slowly, heat and friction and hot, moist breath against his skin helping him to get into the mood.
“Ever felt bigger?” Vinnie husked around his bite, teeth catching on Tyr’s ear, gnawing lightly as he felt the other man stiffen and shift beneath him. “Ever taken bigger?”
“None of your-nnff…fucking business,” Tyr managed to husk as his eyes started to close and his hands started, tentatively at first but with growing heat, to stroke over Vinnie’s chest, eventually shifting to curl his fingers around Vinnie’s sides.
“Take that as a no,” Vinnie muttered as he tugged on Tyr’s earlobe before releasing it and leaning his head down lower, kissing and biting hotly against the unmarked side of Tyr’s neck, starting just beneath his ear and traveling down until lips met the tight, tense rise of Tyr’s trapezius muscle. The shift required him to slide his body down, hips and legs grinding hard against Tyr’s, slick, hot skin making unholy tension against both of their cocks. Tyr’s eyes shut tightly at the feeling, nearly losing sight of his waning resistance as his entire body throbbed, the t-shirt which still clung wetly to his torso feeling heavier than a flak jacket as his heart thumped deep in his chest. Growling for a moment, he shouldered Vinnie’s mouth off of his neck and pushed up with more force, getting enough room to press both his arms straight out between their bodies, palms flat on Vinnie’s pecs.
“Just…” he started to say before slowly pulling his hands back, his face red with embarrassment and something approaching desire as he grabbed at his shirt, leaning his shoulders up to peel the garment off his chest and over his head. The wet cloth made a loud slap as it hit the floor beside the bed, leaving Tyr with nothing but the sheets against his back to guard him against Vinnie’s waiting, heated gaze. It felt vaguely familiar, the connection only really hitting Tyr when Vinnie’s right hand reached down and pressed flat to his smooth, hot chest, right over his heart, the muscle seeming ready to break his ribs with its’ furious pounding. It was a position that Tyr himself had taken with other partners; finally experiencing it from the other side made his heart skip a beat.
“Ready to admit that you like this more than you let on?” Vinnie purred as he slid his hand lower, fingers slowly tracing over a nipple, bumping over abs, pausing for one moment as his left arm shifted to brace his elbow and forearm above Tyr’s head.
“No chance,” Tyr answered, even as his hands reached up, one sliding beneath Vinnie’s left to curl up and over the man’s back, his other grabbing tightly at Vinnie’s right shoulder, fingers tensing as Vinnie touched lower, tracing a fingertip into the cut line leading down to Tyr’s groin.
“Heart’s beating like you ran a mile,” Vinnie pointed out as he pulled his right knee up between Tyr’s legs, rubbing along taut inner thighs before pressing firmly to balls and taint.
“So’s yours,” Tyr tried to reply, his voice hitching as his hips lifted to the touch, cock throbbing harder and pressing tightly to Vinnie’s hips, legs spreading a touch wider, heels digging into the sheets.
“Cock’s like a lead pipe,” Vinnie said, his grin showing in his voice as his leg rocked harder against Tyr’s flesh, the man’s head pressing back into the sheets and his teeth clenching tightly as sweet, fiery pain branched through his torso.
“S-So’s yours,” Tyr managed to choke out as his fingers dug against dusky, tan skin, his arms flexing, the hard muscles in his chest showing in sharp relief. “You…you really want this?”
“Just like you do,” Vinnie answered, nodding and pressing his hand lower, the inner edge of his thumb and index finger rubbing around Tyr’s crown.
“Thought you were straight,” Tyr managed to say before letting out a rush of air as Vinnie’s knee ground his balls up and pressed tightly beneath them, putting pressure on his pubic bone through his skin and sending a spike of pure, burning pleasure through his body.
“Thought you said you were going to kill me,” Vinnie muttered with a low chuckle as he started to grab around Tyr’s cock again, rough fingers making sensitive skin prickle painfully.
“Lube,” Tyr said in a rush, hand sliding down to grab Vinnie’s wrist like a vice, keeping the man from grabbing his length too tightly. “Lube, or I really will kill you.”
“Pussy,” Vinnie muttered.
“Dick,” Tyr spat back as his right hand lifted off of Vinnie’s back and fumbled for the bottle he had brought, finding it on his third blind grab. “And whatever I am, I’ll still be alive in ten minutes. If you want to be the same, put this on your hand before you try to yank my cock off again,” he muttered as he slid the bottle between their bodies, letting it rest against Vinnie’s fingers.
“Don’t see what the big deal is,” Vinnie grumbled as he released Tyr’s cock and grabbed the bottle, popping the cap with his thumb and squirting out a handful.
“Wait,” Tyr said with a start, his eyes widening a bit. “You telling me that you’ve never-“
“Been with a guy? No. Duh,” Vinnie grunted as he dropped the bottle to the sheets and clenched his hand to spread the lube over his palm and fingers.
“No, dimwit. You ever tried anal se-HAA!” Tyr’s train of thought got cut off when Vinnie grabbed him again, fingers clenching viciously tight, the lube cold against his heated flesh. Tyr’s hips rolled up at the sensation as Vinnie started to stroke him, the dangerous tension in his hand offset by the slick gel that spread rapidly over his hard-on, sending all kinds of sparks shooting through him. He’d had hand-jobs before, but…this was something else, the presence above him and that impatient, uncaring hand around him tugging on a little, neglected part of his sexuality. It was the same part that he tried to tug on his own when he jacked off to his more masculine porn, and that he briefly touched on the rare occasions when he fingered himself.
Tyr’s eyes closed and his head slowly tilted back as his hips rolled up again and again to Vinnie’s hand, barely biting back moans at each tight squeeze. His hands grabbed tighter at whatever he could reach, his right lifting up to grab at Vinnie’s shoulder, his left digging fingers into Vinnie’s broad back, his legs shifting and spreading wider to get the necessary leverage to thrust up to the touch.
“Shiiiit,” he hissed, his hips starting to buck as Vinnie’s hand moved faster, both men getting more into it the longer that they rocked together. The solid, hot strength in Vinnie’s body and his excited panting made Tyr clench his hands tighter, drawing the man closer down to him as his cock jerked and twitched in the man’s tight grip. Vinnie pressed down as he shifted himself to his left, giving his right hand room to slide wetly up and down Tyr’s cock as he leaned heavily against Tyr’s left side, a sharp growl rumbling from his throat as Tyr’s right hand found the bound tail of his long hair as it slid across his back.
“Ow,” he grunted as Tyr’s fingers clenched around his long hair and tugged sharply, making corded muscles stand in sharp relief from Vinnie’s neck as he resisted the pull. “The fuck are you doing?”
“Trying to get it loose,” Tyr muttered, his voice dropping to unintelligible levels as he added something while his hand pushed higher up, fingers looking for the tie holding Vinnie’s hair together.
“What was that?” Vinnie asked, his hand pausing in its’ stroking to just squeeze tightly around Tyr’s cockhead, twisting slowly. The twist elicited a soft series of pops from behind him; he realized that Tyr’s toes had curled so tightly that he had cracked his knuckles at the feeling.
“Said…it’s...hotter,” Tyr nearly murmured as a genuine, embarrassed blush briefly turned his cheeks bright red, tightening as his eyes narrowed and shot daggers up at Vinnie. “Just shut up and take your damn hair down.”
“Roll over, and I will,” Vinnie growled, a challenging look entering his eyes, his whole body stilling and tensing as he stared down at Tyr. Tyr froze as well, the implications of what Vinnie was proposing hitting him like a brick to the head. It meant lowering his guard; it meant letting someone inside of him again, something that he had not done since college; more horrifying, it meant giving Vinnie what he wanted.
It also meant that he would get to feel Vinnie topping him. Tyr’s eyes closed as he made a mental note to have a very long, very angry talk with his subconscious when this was all over; he was getting sick of simultaneously hating and loving the desires surfacing within himself.
“You get one shot at this,” he growled lowly, his eyes opening to slits. “Fuck up, and so help me zombie Christ, I will sever you from your mortal coil like a Slinky in a blender.”
“Trust me,” Vinnie purred as he loosened his hand from around Tyr’s cock and pushed himself up on both hands, arms locked out and palms flat on the bed as he gave Tyr room to roll over. Still glaring, Tyr slowly, carefully crossed his legs and turned his hips around to get himself started, his head turning to watch Vinnie over his shoulder as his torso twisted over. His arms spread out to grab at the sheets beneath him as he panted slowly, nervous energy making his fingers tremble and his ass clench like a bank vault door.
“Hair,” he said with as much conviction as he could, hoping that his voice didn’t shake as much as his hands were, trying to concentrate on the feel of his slick-sticky cock rubbing and grinding into the sheets.
“Ask nicely,” Vinnie purred as he let his body drop down over Tyr’s again, arms moving to overlap with Tyr’s, hands grabbing just below his wrists to press Tyr’s arms down into the bed. “It’s close to Christmas…just pretend that you’re sitting on Santa’s lap asking for-“
“If you say ‘my cock’, I will hurt you, Vinnie,” Tyr muttered, his expression the definition of annoyed.
“Was going to say my hair,” Vinnie said with a dark chuckle as he shifted over Tyr, breathing in sharply as his stiff cock pressed into Tyr’s flank, his hips riding just high enough over Tyr’s steely cheeks to grind the tip of his leaking prick into the small of Tyr’s back. “C’mon,” he husked as he rolled his hips slowly, his strength slowly wearing down Tyr’s clench, each rocking press weakening the tension in Tyr’s butt, making a spastic cycle of flex and relax, clench and loosen that massaged at Vinnie’s cock and balls. “Just…ask…nicely.”
“Fuck…you,” Tyr muttered with perfect enunciation before a shaky, rattling breath hissed between his teeth, his hips starting to roll up to Vinnie’s, his desire obvious.
“Not gonna let it down unless you do,” Vinnie muttered, his head tilting and shaking once to make his ponytail fall over Tyr’s face as he started to kiss and suck along Tyr’s neck, sharp teeth nipping and nibbling, hands clenching and legs spreading to push the man more firmly into the bed.
“Lying bastard…ohhh,” Tyr muttered and moaned, anger melting into pleasure before hardening back into anger again, body fighting unfairly against his mind. He breathed in fits and spurts as Vinnie pushed down against him, his strength foiling every attempt Tyr made to turn or lift up, or to move much at all. He could feel Vinnie’s damp chest hair brushing and squashing between their bodies, felt beads of hot sweat running down the creases of his own muscles and drip off of Vinnie’s, felt a pulse that wasn’t his own thump faintly against his skin. He heard wet presses of lips and tongue against his own tight skin, heard panting and quiet, hungry sounds from the man above him, heard the soft drag of skin on skin as Vinnie’s clenching balls followed each rock of their hips.
“Ahh, fuck,” Tyr muttered, closing his eyes and feeling a little bit of his stoic pride break loose. “Santa…I’d like your hair down for Christmas.” He paused and snapped his eyes open angrily, flexing his right shoulder sharply to forcefully nudge Vinnie’s head off of his neck. “I’d also like my roommate to be less of a jackass, but then I’d be praying for a miracle, not asking for a gift.”
Vinnie chuckled lowly and ignored the jibe, too pleased that he had gotten an admission out of his stony friend to care about the insult. “As you wish,” he husked as his left hand lifted up from Tyr’s arm to grab at the elastic tie holding his hair together, snapping it with two fingers and throwing it carelessly away. All he had to do was lift himself up and give his head a good, hard shake to loosen his well-maintained mane, the silk-soft strands of black and sparse grey falling heavily across Tyr’s head and shoulders, smelling of spice and heat and Vinnie’s own natural scent. The feel of it all was enough to make Tyr forget for a moment what he’d had to do to see it, his eyes closing as he took a breath through his nose from the locks draped over his face, a soft moan working out of his mouth at the scent.
“He said it. Pay up,” Jordan murmured as her hands diverted from playing with herself to remove her tank-top, throwing it at Rabbit’s head.
“Double or nothing,” Rabbit muttered, shaking his head to get rid of the garment, his eyes sneaking a glimpse at his partner just as Jordan’s right hand quickly returning to the sticky petals of her pussy while her left cupped at her bared left breast, fingers tweaking at her stiff nipple before curling to squeeze at her modest flesh. “Loser has to go down on the winner.”
“Nnff, hope you’ve been flexing your tongue,” Jordan said with a grin, glancing over to wink her bad eye at Rabbit, her good eye giving him a good once-over as he fingered himself and pumped at his pale member, precum trickling over his balls. The albino stuck his sharp tongue out at her in answer, the expression almost petulant if not for the lusty light growing in Rabbit’s keen, pink eyes. A sharp cry sounding from the speakers before them turned both deviant’s eyes back to their screen, just in time to see Tyr buck and try to turn himself over as Vinnie’s left hand disappeared between their bodies.
“Do I need to remind you every fucking time to use lube?!?” Tyr hissed as Vinnie’s powerful, dry fingers curled over the inner edge of his left thigh and teased up to the bottoms of his buttocks.
“Do you ever get tired of telling me shit I already know?” Vinnie growled as he pressed his fingers higher, squeezing slowly at Tyr’s cheek and letting out a slow, hot breath against Tyr’s nape. “Just…feeling,” he muttered as he rubbed and stoked slowly over the flawless curve of Tyr’s backside, a shiver running up his spine and a solid bar of heat shooting through his loins, hot need filling him. His hand tightened, and on instinct, he started sliding his thumb between Tyr’s cheeks. His fingertip almost pressed over the ex-soldier’s puckered rim before Tyr clenched hard and shoved himself up on his arms, his head whipping around to glare over his shoulder.
“Last warning,” Tyr muttered, his voice as cold and hard as an icy comet, his eyes emerald slivers that burned angrily. “Do this right or not at all.”
“Fine,” Vinnie huffed, miffed at having his play interrupted. “Better than hearing you bitch all night.”
“Get bent,” Tyr muttered as he turned his head to press his face into the sheets, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm his racing pulse. Being unable to see what Vinnie was doing did not exactly help to ease his flying heartbeat; he felt the man stretch over him, heard a grunt as fingers grabbed around the bottle of lube, and then felt arms and legs press and slide down his body until Vinnie’s shoulders were over the small of his back. Big, hot hands were suddenly sliding up his thighs to grab at his cheeks with an energy that felt strangely familiar, even as unknown thrills sparked up Tyr’s back and chest from the new sensations.
As he felt Vinnie’s fingers start to knead and squash tightly into his toned cheeks, Tyr realized why it felt familiar. The last time that he had taken a lover, he had spent close to half an hour doing exactly this, just touching over his ass, taking his time, feeling every inch of flesh. He had explained it away at the time as just wanting to help his lover relax, but he had known then, just as he knew now with Vinnie’s fingers slowly melting the tension out of him, that he had been trying to imagine what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of such ministrations.
Tyr maintained just enough presence of mind to turn his head face-down into the sheets before he started to moan, softly at first, but with steadily rising volume the longer that Vinnie worked on him. Vinnie half-heard the muffled sounds which followed every squeeze and wanton grope, but was too focused on the task at hand to pay too much attention. Subconsciously, he was aware that he had quite possibly discovered one of Tyr’s few weaknesses, but his conscious mind was too intent upon the smooth, firm flesh beneath his hands to care. Tyr’s ass was flawless, which would have been enough to divert Vinnie’s attention from a sizeable grease fire.
When Tyr’s flesh eventually yielded under Vinnie’s hands and spread apart without flinching, Vinnie finally popped open the bottle of lube and squirted out enough to cover three fingers, spreading it around his digits slowly. He thought about saying something, a come-on, a jibe, but nothing came to mind as the slick gel warmed around his fingers. So it was with absolutely no warning whatsoever that Vinnie lined up one thick, strong digit with Tyr’s entrance, pushed his fingertip lightly to tight flesh and then pressed firmly enough to sink in to his knuckle.
“Haa!” Tyr shouted as his whole body snapped tight, unsure if the stretching pain that woke up every touch-numbed nerve in his back and thighs was good or bad. His body made the decision for him once Vinnie’s fingertip found his prostate and squeezed tightly, making his already-stiff member squirt precum over the sheets and his own abs as his back bowed powerfully.
“Oh, f-fuck,” he gasped as Vinnie’s finger kept squeezing down, sending rippling bursts of heat and pleasure through his body, emanating from his groin and twitching phallus. To say that it was different than he remembered was an understatement. Tyr wasn’t sure if he had ever felt something as intense as this, his whole body locking up before coming undone in bits and pieces, muscles twitching and flinching like rearranging cars beneath his skin. When Vinnie’s finger suddenly twisted, withdrew, and then shoved back in, Tyr had to forcibly press his face into the sheets to keep from groaning too loudly, his legs shifting and tightening, trying to spread apart beneath Vinnie’s heavy weight.
Vinnie felt Tyr’s legs try to move and let up enough pressure to allow it, his expression torn between predatory and awed as he made Tyr buck and squirm. It was immensely gratifying to see the man lose control of himself like this, his composure shot to hell, betrayed by his own body; it was even more satisfying to be the cause of that disarray. More than that, though, Vinnie could barely believe how his own composure was slipping; a natural extrovert, it did not take much to get a rise out of him, but watching Tyr squirm was doing so much more. He felt almost giddy, his cool smirk twitching up into a grin and his lust-darkened eyes opened wide to stare down at the man beneath him, drinking it all in as he felt every twitch, every grinding roll of hips, every stunted, half-angry shove that pushed Tyr’s chest off the sheets.
When he pressed a second slick finger into Tyr’s hole, he growled at the way the man’s walls clenched around him. When he withdrew them and then slid them back inside with a soft, wet schlip, the noise Tyr made almost made Vinnie groan, heat chasing through him, his cock like a bomb on a short, fast fuse. He could feel it throb as it pressed to Tyr’s left leg, trapped between Vinnie’s rock-hard abs and Tyr’s steely, clenching calf, smearing precum over both their skin and encouraging his rocking hips to grind down to Tyr’s leg with intermittent, random thrusts. With his concentration focused on Tyr’s ass and his own fingers inside of it, he could not free a hand to stroke himself; he suspected that he would have already climaxed if he could have.
Tyr beat him to it, however. Ten long minutes of intense pressure from within and without him passed without any break in the men’s perverse rhythm, only pausing so that Vinnie could reapply lube and switch sides. Fresh fingers made up for the time lost with gusto, so that by the time ten minutes had passed, Tyr was barely coherent with built-up desire. His shivering body was drenched in hot sweat, his torso braced up on his elbows, his arms and legs trembling from the stress of having most of his muscles instinctively flex together for so long. He was panting, gasping for air that felt like it was burning his lungs, every breath filling him just a little more until he felt like no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t relieve the pressure inside of him, mounting higher and higher, making everything tight and hot and…
“F-Fuck,” he croaked, his throat sore from making noises that he was completely unfamiliar with. His fingers started to spasm, and Vinnie took the hint for that it was, chuckling and pressing both thick fingers deeper into Tyr’s body. Hard fingertips found Tyr’s bundle of nerve endings and mashed down, twisting and sliding over his prostate as Vinnie slid up over him. At first Tyr thought that he might start talking again, which was exactly what needed to happen to kill the mood. He gave a loud, surprised cry when instead, Vinnie just growled, pressed his hard, steaming chest to Tyr’s back and sank teeth into his shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood and sending the perfect spike of pain to pin Tyr’s desire.
“Fuck!” Tyr cried out, his head arching back as all the heat and tension in his body relocated to his loins, then detonated in a mind-blowing orgasm, making every muscle lock and seize, his manhood jumping and jerking madly. He lost himself for what felt like hours, riding the high of release that washed over him again and again, refreshing with every clench of testicles and jerking spurt of semen from his livid tip, the sheets and his chest stained with thick trails of seed. He felt Vinnie grinding down against him with bruising force, felt teeth break deeper through his skin, felt dripping warmth start to run down his arm…
He felt too much, and he wanted more.
When his century-spanning release finally petered out and left him tingling on the soaked sheets, Tyr could only lie still and try to breathe as ripples of tingling numbness flowed over him, making skin prickle and hair stand up along his arms. He wasn’t tired, per se…just reeling from what he’d experienced.
“You okay?” He heard, Vinnie’s rough voice barely cutting through the ringing in his ears.
“Nnff,” Tyr managed to grunt, not sure if his tongue was still online. “Just…feel like…got hit by a truck…”
Vinnie chuckled, the sound strained; the unrelenting tension in his own groin was making it difficult to do much more than rock his hips against Tyr’s thigh and try not to follow his friend in kind. “Got a truck for you right here,” he husked as he ground his cock up to the bottom of Tyr’s left cheek, his hand pulling out of Tyr’s ass to flex and stretch his fingers. “Think you can manage, or are you gonna quit on me now?”
“Fuck…you,” Tyr muttered, his brow creasing for a moment in annoyance. He sighed and closed his eyes for two breaths, getting his thoughts together as best as he could before slowly stretching his left arm out and waving a single finger in the air. “Condom,” he said meaningfully, cracking his left eye open to glare up at Vinnie. “Condom, then I can manage whatever you think you’ve got.”
“Challenge accepted,” Vinnie snarled as he shifted off of the bed and nearly tore out the drawer of his bedside table, rifling through the haphazard contents without a care. Tyr stayed like he was, similarly apathetic about his own mess, his sideways stare locked on Vinnie as the nude man grumbled to himself while hunting for a rubber. That ruddy skin that rippled and shifted over that hard, battered muscle structure, like natural body armor…that dark forest of chest hair that bled into a thick happy trail…that strong face and flowing hair…
Damnit, Tyr grumbled to himself, closing his eyes. I really am going to enjoy this.
“He’s into it,” Jordan piped up as her hips tilted sideways, her thrown-over leg going up on her toes and her fingers clenching gently against her wet sex, a savage grin splitting her scarred features. “No more excuses, Rab. Now get over here, time to gimmie my present early.”
“But I won’t be able to see!” Rabbit whined, throwing Jordan his very best puppy-in-the-rain look to try to placate her. The fact that there were two fingers wiggling between his cheeks and precum dripping down his right thigh did not help his case; Jordan was too used to dealing with the persuasive albino to fall for the trick, anyway.
“Put your Corgi eyes away,” she purred, narrowing her eyes dangerously and licking her lips quickly as she pulled her hands back from her breasts and channel, spreading herself open with a hand on either side of her tight labia. “You lost, now pay up. Wouldn’t be the first time you had to watch over my hips.”
“Witch,” Rabbit muttered under his breath. They both knew that Rabbit wasn’t angry about having to pay Jordan with oral sex; he was angry about having to re-task his hands from pleasuring himself to helping his mouth along. He kept muttering to himself as he pulled himself up onto the couch and laid face-down on the worn cushions, his arms curling beneath Jordan’s bare thighs to curl his fingers tightly against the soft, sensitive inner flesh close to her hips.
“How is it that you can tell when a guy lying face-down and looking away from you suddenly realizes that he’s in the mood to get drilled, but you can’t take a damn contortionism class and learn to do this yourself?” he asked petulantly as he tossed his silver hair away from his face, his scowl made only slightly less attractive by the glistening pink folds an inch away from his chin.
“Less talking, more tonguing,” Jordan growled through a sharp grin, her expression faltering and a low groan falling from her lips as Rabbit grudgingly went to work. The albino could have painted the Sistine Chapel’s dome with his tongue, and even with one eye peeking over Jordan’s right thigh to keep an eye on their screens, he had enough tricks up his sleeve to keep his boss happy. A hand falling on the back of his head, softly at first, and then with eager, demanding force encouraged him, making him hum as lips, teeth and tongue lathed and slid over hot, slick folds of pink flesh.
Vinnie’s triumphant shout nearly broke Rabbit’s concentration, making him wiggle and start to hump slowly at the couch cushion beneath his hips as he watched the beast tear open a condom packet and unroll the first inch of the wide rubber ring.
“You know these things kill more moods than antidepressants,” Vinnie muttered as he wrangled the loose tip over his cockhead and slid it down to his base with a practiced, easy glide of fingers around his shaft.
“Yeah, but it’s good to encourage safe sex for the readers,” Tyr muttered, lifting his head to glare out of the computer screen, right hand lifting to point firmly at the reader. “Condom EVERY time. Don’t make us find you.”
“What he said,” Jordan muttered, glaring over the fourth wall. Rabbit nodded and just grunted approvingly; it was the only thing he could say with half his tongue slid inside the squirming woman above him.
Vinnie shrugged and nodded as he climbed back onto the bed, his hands instantly taking their old places on Tyr’s ass, fingers squeezing quickly as their owner pushed his knees between Tyr’s lax legs. Still completely under the effects of intense afterglow, Tyr just hummed at the warm, hard touches and allowed his body to follow its’ instincts, melting into Vinnie’s hands. He moaned at how good it felt just to relax and feel those burning fingers pulling him apart; relaxed, his flesh opened easily to Vinnie’s fingers as fresh lube slicked his rim and channel, cool gel rapidly melting and starting to slide deeper inside.
Vinnie could feel his heart in his throat as the odorless lube drooled off his fingers, a handful of the stuff squirting into his palm before getting slathered over his covered cock. He bit his bottom lip and stiffened as even the light, brief touch of his twisting hand sent sparks bouncing inside his balls and made his manhood quiver dangerously. He wanted this…there was absolutely no denying that, not when just seeing Tyr’s ass glimmer and open before him made him twitch and burn. As he pulled his body properly over Tyr’s, and lined himself up, he closed his eyes and swallowed heavily, feeling just a flutter of butterflies in his stomach before the intense heat of his pent-up desire burned them away.
“Gonna…gonna be quick,” he muttered quietly, left hand wrapped around his cock, right pressing apart Tyr’s right cheek to give himself room to move. “Just…looks too good,” he added before nosing the wet tip of his cock to Tyr’s entrance, his heart skipping a beat at the feeling.
“’S fine,” Tyr whispered, suddenly frozen as he felt that pressure, his own nervousness flaring for a heartbeat. “Whatever you gotta do,” he added, voice even quieter. He almost added Hurry, but the word stuck in his throat when Vinnie was suddenly pushing inside of him.
“Oh, damn,” Vinnie, husked as he pressed down and in, thighs locked out tight, torso and legs anchored as best as they could be to power his hips. There were Tyr’s rings, tight even in his relaxed state, clenching tangibly around Vinnie’s crown and shaft, pressing latex even tighter to skin, hot and slippery from their preparation. Then there was that tunnel of smooth, fleshy silk, and that growing body-heat that Vinnie wanted so much more of as he thrust in, not stopping until he was crushed down against Tyr’s cheeks.
He lingered there for a long minute, his chest coming down to press to Tyr’s back, his arms shifting to curl beneath Tyr’s torso to grab tightly at his sides, his legs spreading apart, forcing Tyr’s to move with him, making flesh shift and clench tightly around his manhood.
Hips pulled back awfully slowly, and Vinnie nearly felt his condom get ripped off from how tightly Tyr clenched around his dick, almost crying out in painful bliss at the feeling. His hands shifted up and crossed over Tyr’s pecs to grab tightly at the man’s broad shoulders, uncaringly digging into the bite that he had put there as Vinnie’s head pressed down to the back of Tyr’s neck, panting hard against sweat-dampened skin. He kept pulling back, even as Tyr made a shaking, rustling moan that was more failed attempt at breathing in than anything else.
The gradual, tense pace lasted for one thrust, and then what little control Vinnie had managed to grasp was set loose. Arms tightened like pythons, feet dug into the bed and Vinnie was suddenly down, up, down, thrusting like a demon, powering his piston back and forth into Tyr’s body with dangerous speed. Bitten lips gave way to outright groaning faster than either man could tell to see who started first; groans were cast off so that screaming roars could take their place. It took exactly six thrusts before Tyr had every iota of afterglow fucked right out of his body, awake and alive and on fire all over again as he was spread deeply and quickly, again and again.
“Oh shit, shit, shit!” he hissed, then yelled as Vinnie’s hips slammed down into his ass and forced his cheeks wide, his eyes pinching tightly shut before being forced open again, over and over.
“So, fucking, good,” Vinnie panted roughly, jaw clenching too tightly to speak at each thrust in, the dull, loud slap of colliding flesh filling the gaps between his words. He could feel his fuse burning within him, faster than he’d ever felt it go before, shortened by excitement and new desire and so much close contact. Every thrust made it burn faster, and the faster it burned, the more he wanted to make the sex last, until he was fighting himself as much as he was fighting Tyr’s paroxysms of pleasure.
“Oh, he’s gonna pop so damn fast,” Jordan moaned, her left leg curling around Rabbit’s back to make sure he didn’t go anywhere, her hand desperately pressing him tighter to her mound. Mesmerized by the sight of the two struggling, howling men in bed together, Rabbit mindlessly obeyed, his mouth opening wider and his tongue kicking up to eleven, rippling and flicking until Jordan was nearly whimpering in pleasure.
Tyr could feel a few whimpers hiding at the back of his throat, but refused to let them out as he bucked and pushed and shoved up from the bed, fighting each thrust, trying to make them harder and faster, subconsciously needing every ounce of pressure that got used on him. The bed was a squeaking, creaking mess, that metallic sound feeling so lewd in Tyr’s ears, the perfect background he needed in the soundtrack of his sex.
Vinnie was utterly focused as he tried to push Tyr down into the bed, losing himself to that primal, natural part of himself that had always wanted to be the best of two men, the top, the alpha; the undefeated champion of the ring, and now of the bed. He growled into his groaning screams as he thrust, constantly in motion, taking no time to try to rest or savor, his mind set on holding Tyr down and fucking him.
His orgasm snuck up on him, the wet, tight furnace of Tyr’s ass dragging it out of him after just a second more than five minutes of hard, heavy motion. He did not feel it coming, but when it arrived, it hit him like a freight train off its’ tracks, making his eyes bulge and his chest arch forward, back bent painfully to drive his hips down and his cock in. A howl like a demon’s ripped up through his throat and punctuated the hard, blitzing rock-grinds of his hips against Tyr’s, jerking as he filled his condom full. Tyr could feel that hard shaft jerking inside him, could feel the bubble of semen-filled latex pressing against his walls, and he nearly passed out as pleasure overtook him such as he could never remember feeling before.
It was over then; both men were powerful and well-trained to deal with fatigue, but the experience was too draining to repeat any time soon after. Both collapsed, Vinnie laying over Tyr like a horse giving birth, Tyr like a corpse beneath him, both panting and weak from their exertions and the stress of what they had done.
“Gerroff,” Tyr muttered after a long minute, barely able to breathe with Vinnie’s muscled bulk above him, spots dancing over his eyes.
“Rrrff,” Vinnie grunted as he half-slid, half-fell to one side, his manhood slithering from Tyr’s ass without complaint. Both men were immensely grateful to not be hard anymore, though neither would ever say so; Vinnie was quite sure that his cock was cursing at him for being put through so much, while Tyr was certain that his own phallus was simply not speaking to him, completely numb. He was still lying face-down, and he idly realized that he was likely just cutting off blood from his genitals after being pounded into the bed. Grunting in pain as each and every movement made his ass ache horribly, the ex-soldier rolled onto his side and felt a rush of air suck into his mouth as the pressure let off his lungs.
“So…” he started to say, arms and legs like noodles, ribs complaining that they had to stretch as he breathed.
“Yeah…” Vinnie answered, flat on his back, looking for all the world like a cripple out of his cast, afraid to move a muscle. “That was…something.”
“Yeah,” Tyr replied, unable to think of much else to add, his eyes closing heavily, feeling like he would black out at any moment. Vinnie saw his eyes close and wondered the same thing about himself, light-headedness making the ceiling spin above him.
“We’ve got to get these guys a writer,” Jordan husked as she melted back into the couch, releasing Rabbit’s head after smoothing a few hairs off his brow. She shook her head a little sadly at the screens before her, watching as the two hunks collapsed to take their proverbial long winter’s nap.
“Thought they already had one,” the albino replied, shifting himself up between her legs to just rest his head on her belly, nodding towards the fourth wall as he worked a kink out of his tongue.
“Yeah, yeah,” the P.I. said dismissively, waving a hand lightly before reaching down for her discarded shorts, pulling a pack of cigarettes from a pocket and lighting one up quickly. “You know what I mean…they just had amazing, bed-breaking sex and all they can say is ‘that was something’?”
“Simple pleasures,” Rabbit quipped, chuckling as he licked his lips clean. “That’s about the only thing on my list to Santa.”
“Santa’s gonna skip this building for years, after this shit,” Jordan said with a chuckle, taking a long drag on her smoke.
Rabbit perked up a little at that, a grin spreading across his face. “Well, if Santa won’t be here to give us presents, what are we going to do, hmm?”
Jordan caught the look in Rabbit’s eyes and gave him a smirk, reaching out to grab at the remote control to their recording equipment. “Rewind back to the start and watch the whole thing again?”
“With slow motion this time!” Rabbit added eagerly, nodding.
“And popcorn,” Jordan added meaningfully, grinning down at Rabbit until the albino rolled his eyes and pushed himself up with a huff, running into the kitchen to start the microwave. “Tis the season!” she called from the couch.
“Remind me to hang mistletoe over my dick this year, Jordan,” Rabbit called back. The woman’s laughter and the promise of another view of the sizzling material they had recorded of their neighbors made it impossible for Rabbit to keep from grinning.
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20,450+ words in, I’m ending this here, partly because I’ve written just about everything for it that I can, and partly because it’s 6:21 in the morning and goddamnit, I want to go to bed. I know it’s a lame ending, but frankly, if my cock had wings, I still wouldn’t give a flying fuck. Hope that you enjoyed it! Comment on the first part on DeviantArt, or here if you have an account.
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