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salmon_pink) wrote2014-06-27 08:24 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-06-27 08:24 pm
(Marvel) Dragged Deep Down
Title: Dragged Deep Down
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Billy/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 400
Notes: Incest. Sex pollen. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comicdrabbles, prompt "quicksand".
Billy’s gasping, writhing, drowning on oxygen. Lungs burning, and he knows he’s only making it worse as he sucks in the air. Air that’s sparkling, and he doesn’t know if it’s magic or science or alien, just knows that it’s making his body ache and need.
And Tommy’s right there with him, just as overcome as Billy is. Weight pressing Billy down into the dirt, teeth at Billy’s neck, and Billy’s fingers claw over Tommy’s back, desperate for skin.
Whatever the powder is that glitters in the air, it’s making Billy dizzy, making it more and more difficult to hold on to his thoughts. Impossible to escape, like quicksand, and the more Billy tries to resist, the further he sinks under its influence. Twisted, naked arousal burning under his skin, and he trembles as Tommy bites at his ear.
“Billy,” Tommy’s gasping, and he sounds so helpless, so wrecked. Hips grinding down between Billy’s thighs, sticky and wet, and Billy feels like he’s losing his mind. He’s already come once, but the need isn’t stopping, and his head thuds back against the ground as Tommy’s shaking grows closer to frantic vibration.
“Please,” Billy whimpers, and he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. This is his brother, his twin, yet all he can focus on is how good it feels, the slide of their spandex, the hard curve of Tommy’s dick through the fabric as it rubs against him. His scalp prickles with sweat, eyelashes damp, chest heaving, and he still wants more.
“Fuck,” Tommy groans, hand wrapping around Billy’s thigh, hips savage as they buck against him, and God, Billy wants that. Wants Tommy to fuck him, and he lets out a strangled sob, balls tightening, so close to coming again just for the thought of Tommy driving into him.
It’s the powder, it’s all the powder, and Billy tries to hold to that thought, but it’s growing slippery within his mind, falling away from him. Tommy’s voice in his ear, lust in his veins, and he hears the rip of fabric but doesn’t register what it means. Not until the heat, Tommy’s skin finally against his own, and he cries out, raw sound of feeling that gets muffled under Tommy’s lips.
“Billy,” Tommy whispers against his mouth, and all Billy can do is hold on, fingers laced through Tommy’s own, taste of the sparkling powder on his tongue.
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Billy/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 400
Notes: Incest. Sex pollen. For
comicdrabbles, prompt "quicksand".Billy’s gasping, writhing, drowning on oxygen. Lungs burning, and he knows he’s only making it worse as he sucks in the air. Air that’s sparkling, and he doesn’t know if it’s magic or science or alien, just knows that it’s making his body ache and need.
And Tommy’s right there with him, just as overcome as Billy is. Weight pressing Billy down into the dirt, teeth at Billy’s neck, and Billy’s fingers claw over Tommy’s back, desperate for skin.
Whatever the powder is that glitters in the air, it’s making Billy dizzy, making it more and more difficult to hold on to his thoughts. Impossible to escape, like quicksand, and the more Billy tries to resist, the further he sinks under its influence. Twisted, naked arousal burning under his skin, and he trembles as Tommy bites at his ear.
“Billy,” Tommy’s gasping, and he sounds so helpless, so wrecked. Hips grinding down between Billy’s thighs, sticky and wet, and Billy feels like he’s losing his mind. He’s already come once, but the need isn’t stopping, and his head thuds back against the ground as Tommy’s shaking grows closer to frantic vibration.
“Please,” Billy whimpers, and he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. This is his brother, his twin, yet all he can focus on is how good it feels, the slide of their spandex, the hard curve of Tommy’s dick through the fabric as it rubs against him. His scalp prickles with sweat, eyelashes damp, chest heaving, and he still wants more.
“Fuck,” Tommy groans, hand wrapping around Billy’s thigh, hips savage as they buck against him, and God, Billy wants that. Wants Tommy to fuck him, and he lets out a strangled sob, balls tightening, so close to coming again just for the thought of Tommy driving into him.
It’s the powder, it’s all the powder, and Billy tries to hold to that thought, but it’s growing slippery within his mind, falling away from him. Tommy’s voice in his ear, lust in his veins, and he hears the rip of fabric but doesn’t register what it means. Not until the heat, Tommy’s skin finally against his own, and he cries out, raw sound of feeling that gets muffled under Tommy’s lips.
“Billy,” Tommy whispers against his mouth, and all Billy can do is hold on, fingers laced through Tommy’s own, taste of the sparkling powder on his tongue.