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salmon_pink) wrote2014-04-13 05:23 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-04-13 05:23 pm
(Marvel) Muffled
Title: Muffled
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Shatterstar/Rictor
Rating: NC-17
Words: 430
Notes: Mentions of internalised homophobia. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comicdrabbles, prompt "pillow".
Shatterstar’s hands are at his hips. Firm grip, the kind of grip that can hold him down easily, and Rictor presses his forehead against the back of his wrist, panting roughly. Lips at the base of his spine, and Shatterstar’s murmuring something, talking to him low and sweet, but Rictor can’t hear over the pounding of his pulse in his ear. Just feels the vibration, the rumble against his skin, and it’s nothing like the earthquakes he used to be able to control but it’s somehow just as devastating.
Hands sliding lower, palming his ass, and Rictor feels something hysterical bubbling in his chest. He and Star, they have a history, but nothing like this. It was more about frantic kisses and fumbling handjobs, a couple of awkward attempts at sucking each other off on the nights Rictor felt brave enough. Young and clumsy and too hungry for it, too scared.
At least, Rictor was scared. Shatterstar probably not so much, and Rictor’s starting to realise that Shatterstar would have given him anything back then. He’s starting to realise what that means.
Feeling Shatterstar’s thumbs against his ass, spreading his cheeks, and his hips buck forward, nervous and skittish, but Shatterstar holds him steady. Hot, damp breath, and then Shatterstar’s tongue is sweeping up the cleft of Rictor’s ass, and he hears himself make a rough, choked sound. Trembling a little as Star licks him again and again, tongue catching against his hole, and he never realised it would feel like this, like he’s twisting up inside his own body. So fucking good, tease and slick pressure, all his fears and inhibitions caught between Shatterstar’s hands and the slide of his tongue.
He wants to go back in time, punch his younger self in the head. Tell him to forget all that stupid macho bullshit that was spoon-fed to him through his youth, because finding something this amazing isn’t easy. Knows what his younger self would say, remembers all the insults. ‘Pillow biter’, and Rictor groans and does just that, teeth digging into the fabric of the pillow, dry cottony taste in his mouth as he tries to muffle all his desperate noises.
His younger self was an idiot, and Shatterstar’s tongue spears him open, rippling inside, growling these needy sounds as he eats Rictor out. Fucking Rictor like this, thrust and drag and the dirty wet noises between them, and Rictor bites deep into the pillow, something like a sob caught in his chest, cock leaking against his stomach as he surrenders to a lust too long kept banked.
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Shatterstar/Rictor
Rating: NC-17
Words: 430
Notes: Mentions of internalised homophobia. For
comicdrabbles, prompt "pillow".Shatterstar’s hands are at his hips. Firm grip, the kind of grip that can hold him down easily, and Rictor presses his forehead against the back of his wrist, panting roughly. Lips at the base of his spine, and Shatterstar’s murmuring something, talking to him low and sweet, but Rictor can’t hear over the pounding of his pulse in his ear. Just feels the vibration, the rumble against his skin, and it’s nothing like the earthquakes he used to be able to control but it’s somehow just as devastating.
Hands sliding lower, palming his ass, and Rictor feels something hysterical bubbling in his chest. He and Star, they have a history, but nothing like this. It was more about frantic kisses and fumbling handjobs, a couple of awkward attempts at sucking each other off on the nights Rictor felt brave enough. Young and clumsy and too hungry for it, too scared.
At least, Rictor was scared. Shatterstar probably not so much, and Rictor’s starting to realise that Shatterstar would have given him anything back then. He’s starting to realise what that means.
Feeling Shatterstar’s thumbs against his ass, spreading his cheeks, and his hips buck forward, nervous and skittish, but Shatterstar holds him steady. Hot, damp breath, and then Shatterstar’s tongue is sweeping up the cleft of Rictor’s ass, and he hears himself make a rough, choked sound. Trembling a little as Star licks him again and again, tongue catching against his hole, and he never realised it would feel like this, like he’s twisting up inside his own body. So fucking good, tease and slick pressure, all his fears and inhibitions caught between Shatterstar’s hands and the slide of his tongue.
He wants to go back in time, punch his younger self in the head. Tell him to forget all that stupid macho bullshit that was spoon-fed to him through his youth, because finding something this amazing isn’t easy. Knows what his younger self would say, remembers all the insults. ‘Pillow biter’, and Rictor groans and does just that, teeth digging into the fabric of the pillow, dry cottony taste in his mouth as he tries to muffle all his desperate noises.
His younger self was an idiot, and Shatterstar’s tongue spears him open, rippling inside, growling these needy sounds as he eats Rictor out. Fucking Rictor like this, thrust and drag and the dirty wet noises between them, and Rictor bites deep into the pillow, something like a sob caught in his chest, cock leaking against his stomach as he surrenders to a lust too long kept banked.