Shaun spread his fingers apart as he took a deeper breath through his nose. Swallowing down a moan as he brushed against his prostrate he carefully took in more of Alex's prick until he had swallowed all of it. Alex hissed at that. The tendril flexing around Shaun's throat as the other man curled deadly fingers in his hair. Shaun consciously suppressed his gag reflex and remembered all the times he'd willingly --happily-- done this. If he was lucky he could convince Alex to let him just do this. Fuck his throat until he came, infinitely less painful in the long run.
It was a useless hope.
"Now," Alex growled. One hand locking around Shaun's head and pulling him back.
Shaun made a frustrated noise as he was pulled off. Damning his luck as he dropped to the ground and pulled his fingers out. Alex looked down at him, a feral grin on his face.
It wasn't enough. Not enough spit, not enough fingers. Shaun spared a thought for his kit, safely back at the building his team used as a home base, filled with all sorts of medical supplies that were slick and safe to use internally. If he lived he'd have to remember to always carry something. Never knew when a little slick would be needed after all. Rusty hinges, fiddly drawers, over powered rapists.
He almost laughed at the thought but Alex dropped to the ground. Shaun was on his back with his legs spread in seconds. Hands bruised the skin of his hips and the tendril around his throat flexed as he was bodily moved so his lower body was draped over Alex's lap.
"Oh fuck," Shaun struggled with the returned rush of fear that made his body tense. Trying to relax because the last thing he needed was to explain to Lucy why his arse had been ripped open. He only partially succeeded when Alex pushed in.
Shaun screamed, he couldn't help it.
Not enough, nothing would have ever been enough to prepare him for this. Alex shoving in with one hard thrust. Not stopping until he was all the way in. Shaun split open on his prick and breathing through his teeth. Trying his damnest to relax.
Alex stopped moving bending down to nuzzle Shaun's throat with something suspiciously close to a purr. "You feel so damn good right now. So tight I'd think you were a virgin if you didn't suck cock like a whore."
Shaun sucked in a breath and relaxed focusing on the spike of pleasure. The feeling of being stretched wide by something hot and hard. That brushed teasingly close to his prostrate. That would hit it if only- He bit down on a moan as an experimental shift angled his arse just right.
"You're a kinky fucker," Alex said with a mad grin as he allowed the shift. Blue eyes narrowing as he pulled back, letting his prick slip out almost completely before pushing back in with a snap of his hips that exploded behind Shaun's eyes. "I've consumed a lot of freaks but you're really up there."
Shaun opened his mouth to reply, and didn't close it fast enough as the next thrust made him groan. Damn. It felt much better than it should. Two solid hits on his prostrate and he was already panting like a bitch in heat. Had it really been that long since his last good fuck?
Alex wasted no more time. His thrusts picking up speed and force. Shaun moaned and shuddered under it. One delirious part of his mind noting that he might not be able to walk if he lived through this. His fingers scratched at the cool tile under him, nails cracking as he forced himself to not reach up and grab onto Alex.
Breathing was suddenly impossible, the tendril strangling him again. Shaun couldn't think, couldn't process anything. His mind had shut down giving thought up for the infinitely more preferred feeling of vertigo. Everything else was to be dealt with later.
Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [4/?]
It was a useless hope.
"Now," Alex growled. One hand locking around Shaun's head and pulling him back.
Shaun made a frustrated noise as he was pulled off. Damning his luck as he dropped to the ground and pulled his fingers out. Alex looked down at him, a feral grin on his face.
It wasn't enough. Not enough spit, not enough fingers. Shaun spared a thought for his kit, safely back at the building his team used as a home base, filled with all sorts of medical supplies that were slick and safe to use internally. If he lived he'd have to remember to always carry something. Never knew when a little slick would be needed after all. Rusty hinges, fiddly drawers, over powered rapists.
He almost laughed at the thought but Alex dropped to the ground. Shaun was on his back with his legs spread in seconds. Hands bruised the skin of his hips and the tendril around his throat flexed as he was bodily moved so his lower body was draped over Alex's lap.
"Oh fuck," Shaun struggled with the returned rush of fear that made his body tense. Trying to relax because the last thing he needed was to explain to Lucy why his arse had been ripped open. He only partially succeeded when Alex pushed in.
Shaun screamed, he couldn't help it.
Not enough, nothing would have ever been enough to prepare him for this. Alex shoving in with one hard thrust. Not stopping until he was all the way in. Shaun split open on his prick and breathing through his teeth. Trying his damnest to relax.
Alex stopped moving bending down to nuzzle Shaun's throat with something suspiciously close to a purr. "You feel so damn good right now. So tight I'd think you were a virgin if you didn't suck cock like a whore."
Shaun sucked in a breath and relaxed focusing on the spike of pleasure. The feeling of being stretched wide by something hot and hard. That brushed teasingly close to his prostrate. That would hit it if only- He bit down on a moan as an experimental shift angled his arse just right.
"You're a kinky fucker," Alex said with a mad grin as he allowed the shift. Blue eyes narrowing as he pulled back, letting his prick slip out almost completely before pushing back in with a snap of his hips that exploded behind Shaun's eyes. "I've consumed a lot of freaks but you're really up there."
Shaun opened his mouth to reply, and didn't close it fast enough as the next thrust made him groan. Damn. It felt much better than it should. Two solid hits on his prostrate and he was already panting like a bitch in heat. Had it really been that long since his last good fuck?
Alex wasted no more time. His thrusts picking up speed and force. Shaun moaned and shuddered under it. One delirious part of his mind noting that he might not be able to walk if he lived through this. His fingers scratched at the cool tile under him, nails cracking as he forced himself to not reach up and grab onto Alex.
Breathing was suddenly impossible, the tendril strangling him again. Shaun couldn't think, couldn't process anything. His mind had shut down giving thought up for the infinitely more preferred feeling of vertigo. Everything else was to be dealt with later.