Shaun breathed harshly feeling sick. If the past few minutes --oh god it felt like hours-- had taught him anything it was that Alex didn't waste words on meaningless things. The man was planning on fucking Shaun, and nothing short of a small brigade was going to stop that from happening.
Fury clouded his mind and Shaun welcomed it. The feeling burnt away the sick helplessness that had been dictating his actions until now. He had no control over this but he didn't have to play the perfectly helpless victim.
Shaun glared up at Alex and took his glasses off, folding them up and carefully sliding them towards where his guns had gone. Everything turned blurry, a small comfort, but he didn't need to see for this.
"Patience?" Shaun said in the tone of voice he only used when he wanted someone to hit him. The one that could make even Lucy's fists itch. "If this is patient I'd hate to see what impatient is like. What do you do? Fuck the cooling corpses?"
The tentacle around his throat tightened and Shaun quickly opened his mouth to swallow the man's prick. Sucking hard enough to hurt most men and feeling just a bit smug when the stranglehold loosened and Alex moaned.
It never mattered what Shaun said when he was on his knees. He could quite cheerfully flay a man with insults and get away with it. As long as he spit shined his nob good.
And Shaun was damned good when he had half a mind to it.
Breathing through his nose he slowly took the man in as far he could. Stopping just short of his gag reflex. Tongue curling around the hard flesh in random patterns. Fingers loosely gripping what he couldn't fit his mouth around. Gripping those inches in a tight grip that would make most men scream in pain.
Alex, made of stronger stuff, only rolled his hips forward and hissed, "Fuck, yes!"
Shaun moved with the motion one hand braced on the other man's hips for balance more than control. His thoughts came quicker and clearer now.
He fumbled his belt. Sliding it loose without slowing his pace was tricky but Shaun had incentive to help him push down his trousers and boxers.
He moved his hand back up Alex's prick until his fingers brushed his own lips. Pushing them past and along the man’s length, getting them good and wet. Like hell he was taking anything up his arse without some preparation. Especially not a prick this size.
Shaun pulled his fingers out and almost gagged as Alex shoved back in sharply. He rolled his eyes up to glare at the smirking man.
"I'm ready now," one clawed finger traced down under Shaun's eye, "you might want to hurry."
Shaun nearly growled and brought his hand down to his own arse. He shoved two fingers in without pause. It burned like a mother but Shaun didn't mind a little of that. Just a little though, and with that in mind he began to stretch his hole. Anything to make it a bit more bearable.
Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [3/?]
Fury clouded his mind and Shaun welcomed it. The feeling burnt away the sick helplessness that had been dictating his actions until now. He had no control over this but he didn't have to play the perfectly helpless victim.
Shaun glared up at Alex and took his glasses off, folding them up and carefully sliding them towards where his guns had gone. Everything turned blurry, a small comfort, but he didn't need to see for this.
"Patience?" Shaun said in the tone of voice he only used when he wanted someone to hit him. The one that could make even Lucy's fists itch. "If this is patient I'd hate to see what impatient is like. What do you do? Fuck the cooling corpses?"
The tentacle around his throat tightened and Shaun quickly opened his mouth to swallow the man's prick. Sucking hard enough to hurt most men and feeling just a bit smug when the stranglehold loosened and Alex moaned.
It never mattered what Shaun said when he was on his knees. He could quite cheerfully flay a man with insults and get away with it. As long as he spit shined his nob good.
And Shaun was damned good when he had half a mind to it.
Breathing through his nose he slowly took the man in as far he could. Stopping just short of his gag reflex. Tongue curling around the hard flesh in random patterns. Fingers loosely gripping what he couldn't fit his mouth around. Gripping those inches in a tight grip that would make most men scream in pain.
Alex, made of stronger stuff, only rolled his hips forward and hissed, "Fuck, yes!"
Shaun moved with the motion one hand braced on the other man's hips for balance more than control. His thoughts came quicker and clearer now.
He fumbled his belt. Sliding it loose without slowing his pace was tricky but Shaun had incentive to help him push down his trousers and boxers.
He moved his hand back up Alex's prick until his fingers brushed his own lips. Pushing them past and along the man’s length, getting them good and wet. Like hell he was taking anything up his arse without some preparation. Especially not a prick this size.
Shaun pulled his fingers out and almost gagged as Alex shoved back in sharply. He rolled his eyes up to glare at the smirking man.
"I'm ready now," one clawed finger traced down under Shaun's eye, "you might want to hurry."
Shaun nearly growled and brought his hand down to his own arse. He shoved two fingers in without pause. It burned like a mother but Shaun didn't mind a little of that. Just a little though, and with that in mind he began to stretch his hole. Anything to make it a bit more bearable.