"Don't have a condom," Desmond breathed out in rough disappointment. "Sorry, man."
Shaun hummed, and one hand of his slipped out of Desmond's pants and behind his own -- and, for a second, Desmond's heart sped at the thought that perhaps Shaun was preparing himself, and would let Desmond fuck him -- only to reveal he'd fished out a square little packet from his back pocket. "I'm always prepared, love," he grinned, devious-like.
"Huh," Desmond blinked. "No clue when you got a sex drive, but -- ah!" Shaun had jerked him roughly, causing Desmond's hips to jerk in surprise. "Ah… but I'm gad you have one."
Shaun hummed, and paused momentarily, causing Desmond to groan. "This isn't going to be very good for you, Desmond," he explained, roughly. "The condom comes with lube, but it'll hardly be enough."
"Fuck," Desmond closed his eyes, but grinned viciously. "That's fine, I prepared myself already. And I like a little pain."
"A little?" Shaun said caustically, but he was tearing the condom open with a canine right after, clearly not against the idea anyway. Desmond helped him lower his pants and briefs, and then watched with half-lidded eyes as Shaun carefully rolled the condom on, stroking himself once, twice through the plastic, getting himself to full hardness.
"Turn around," Shaun said roughly. "We have little time before Lucy starts wondering where we are, and sends an army after us."
"A quickie, hm," Desmond hummed, but complied easily enough. "I can do that."
The stone wall was very cold against his open palms, but he figured it would have to do. Shaun slipped down the elastic band of Desmond's boxer-briefs and reached with his fingers, finding Desmond's entrance. From Desmond's earlier preparation, it was swollen and tainted a dusty pink. Shaun took a moment to soak this in, from the submissive hunch of Desmond's shoulders to his well-built and delectable arse -- and it was his for the taking.
"This will hurt," Shaun reminded him, positioning himself.
"Get on with it," Desmond snapped. "I won't break."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Shaun snarked, and pushed in.
Desmond barely heard himself start cursing in three alternating languages, all of him tensing and flinching forward against the wall, unconsciously trying to get away. Shaun braced himself on his hips, still making his way forward, snapping at him to relax, and to quiet down. Desmond's teeth found his wrist and he bit in, muffling his pained voice, barely feeling tears welling at the corner of his eyes.
"Bloody relax, Desmond," Shaun hissed, pausing when he was fully sheathed. He was molded against Desmond's back, hands digging into Desmond's hips like a vice, his mouth close to Desmond's ear. Within Desmond, he felt like he was being crushed, and it was hardly pleasant for him, either.
"Trying," Desmond hissed back between his teeth. "Fuckkkk…."
"Shh, relax," Shaun repeated, his own breath short, one hand snaking forward and stroking Desmond's wilting erection. "It'll burn for a little while, but you can bear it."
Knowing it was hurting Desmond though, Shaun allowed them to remain like this for an entire minute, continuing to jerkily stroke Desmond -- his other hand slowly traced soothing circles around Desmond's hip, then up across his abs, ghosting his chest, and then back down. The vice around his cock was softening, and Shaun wanted to pound into him right there and then, fuck the consequences. But he was not an animal, and he held himself still, patient.
"Hnn," Desmond mumbled, sensing more than feeling Shaun's desire to speed things up. "You can move…"
"You're not hard," Shaun breathed heavily against Desmond's neck. "You're not liking this."
"We don't have time," Desmond reminded him, and jerked his hips back, causing Shaun to grunt in surprise and respond automatically. "I'll get used to it, don't…unghh…don't worry. Just go."
"If you say so," Shaun said, his steely resolve having been whittled down. "Sorry, Desmond."
"Eh," Desmond would have shrugged, but he suddenly found himself gasping as Shaun pulled back and slammed into him again, breath loud and hard in his ear.
"Fuck--!" Desmond half-howled, before he found his wrist again.
Privacy, please [4/7]
Shaun hummed, and one hand of his slipped out of Desmond's pants and behind his own -- and, for a second, Desmond's heart sped at the thought that perhaps Shaun was preparing himself, and would let Desmond fuck him -- only to reveal he'd fished out a square little packet from his back pocket. "I'm always prepared, love," he grinned, devious-like.
"Huh," Desmond blinked. "No clue when you got a sex drive, but -- ah!" Shaun had jerked him roughly, causing Desmond's hips to jerk in surprise. "Ah… but I'm gad you have one."
Shaun hummed, and paused momentarily, causing Desmond to groan. "This isn't going to be very good for you, Desmond," he explained, roughly. "The condom comes with lube, but it'll hardly be enough."
"Fuck," Desmond closed his eyes, but grinned viciously. "That's fine, I prepared myself already. And I like a little pain."
"A little?" Shaun said caustically, but he was tearing the condom open with a canine right after, clearly not against the idea anyway. Desmond helped him lower his pants and briefs, and then watched with half-lidded eyes as Shaun carefully rolled the condom on, stroking himself once, twice through the plastic, getting himself to full hardness.
"Turn around," Shaun said roughly. "We have little time before Lucy starts wondering where we are, and sends an army after us."
"A quickie, hm," Desmond hummed, but complied easily enough. "I can do that."
The stone wall was very cold against his open palms, but he figured it would have to do. Shaun slipped down the elastic band of Desmond's boxer-briefs and reached with his fingers, finding Desmond's entrance. From Desmond's earlier preparation, it was swollen and tainted a dusty pink. Shaun took a moment to soak this in, from the submissive hunch of Desmond's shoulders to his well-built and delectable arse -- and it was his for the taking.
"This will hurt," Shaun reminded him, positioning himself.
"Get on with it," Desmond snapped. "I won't break."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Shaun snarked, and pushed in.
Desmond barely heard himself start cursing in three alternating languages, all of him tensing and flinching forward against the wall, unconsciously trying to get away. Shaun braced himself on his hips, still making his way forward, snapping at him to relax, and to quiet down. Desmond's teeth found his wrist and he bit in, muffling his pained voice, barely feeling tears welling at the corner of his eyes.
"Bloody relax, Desmond," Shaun hissed, pausing when he was fully sheathed. He was molded against Desmond's back, hands digging into Desmond's hips like a vice, his mouth close to Desmond's ear. Within Desmond, he felt like he was being crushed, and it was hardly pleasant for him, either.
"Trying," Desmond hissed back between his teeth. "Fuckkkk…."
"Shh, relax," Shaun repeated, his own breath short, one hand snaking forward and stroking Desmond's wilting erection. "It'll burn for a little while, but you can bear it."
Knowing it was hurting Desmond though, Shaun allowed them to remain like this for an entire minute, continuing to jerkily stroke Desmond -- his other hand slowly traced soothing circles around Desmond's hip, then up across his abs, ghosting his chest, and then back down. The vice around his cock was softening, and Shaun wanted to pound into him right there and then, fuck the consequences. But he was not an animal, and he held himself still, patient.
"Hnn," Desmond mumbled, sensing more than feeling Shaun's desire to speed things up. "You can move…"
"You're not hard," Shaun breathed heavily against Desmond's neck. "You're not liking this."
"We don't have time," Desmond reminded him, and jerked his hips back, causing Shaun to grunt in surprise and respond automatically. "I'll get used to it, don't…unghh…don't worry. Just go."
"If you say so," Shaun said, his steely resolve having been whittled down. "Sorry, Desmond."
"Eh," Desmond would have shrugged, but he suddenly found himself gasping as Shaun pulled back and slammed into him again, breath loud and hard in his ear.
"Fuck--!" Desmond half-howled, before he found his wrist again.