Post training cool-down

[runningred]

{from here}

Jay leads Sherral up to his room, tossing him a bottle of water from the bar fridge. "Shower?"

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[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral groans back, happily deepening the kiss, settling his hands on Jay's arms.

[runningred]

Even with his hands cuffed, Jay has plenty of movement, pressing his body against Sherral's in long, sinuous grinds.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral groans, breaking the kiss and dipping his head to bite Jay's neck, long and at a point he knows is sensitive.

[runningred]

"Oh fuck!" Jay curses, surging against Sherral. His eyes roll, his breathing ragged. "Harder! Mark me, please?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

Well, Sherral's hardly going to turn down a request like that.

The marks he starts leaving are - vivid. Vivid and many. Enough that one side of Jay's neck will probably look like an abstract painting in purples, reds and yellows for a few days.

And then he starts on the other side.

[runningred]

Jay moans and writhes, whimpering profanities and straining against his bonds. He's going the be wearing these marks for days and he loves it.

[fluffiest_archadian]

When Sherral is done, he takes a moment to survey the marks with no small amount of satisfaction, brushing his knuckles over them.

[runningred]

Jay pants, looking up at Sherral with swollen lips and hooded eyes. He arches into the touch, loving being at Sherral's mercy.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral kisses his way down Jay's chest and stomach, taking his time exploring them. Slowly and gently, he fits his lips around the head of Jay's cock, running his tongue across it.

[runningred]

Jay curses brightly, straining to watch Sherral moves. Every kiss makes him shudder and the feel of those hot lips on him cock makes him arch. "Gods Sherral! Oh damn! You're so damn good! So damn good!"

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral chuckles deep in his throat, taking the rest of Jay's cock into his mouth and sucking, sliding his lips up and down.

[runningred]

Jay wishes he had his hands, wanting to stroke Sherral's hair. Instead he rubs his shins against Sherral's side, flexing and bending.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs, looking up at Jay and trailing a hand over Jay's leg. A moment later, he takes Jay into his mouth again.

He pays careful attention to Jay as he works, though. He wants to drive him to the edge, but not over it.

[runningred]

Sherral is just cruel, edging Jay to the brink and then pulling him back. He groans helplessly, whispering Sherral's name over and over.

"Please? Baby, please? Oh gods! Sherral!"

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral grins, shifting upwards to kiss Jay hard. "You're so gorgeous," he murmurs against Jay's lips between kisses.

He spreads Jay's legs a little wider, quickly searching for and locating lube from the bedside table and pouring some on his fingers. Kissing Jay again, he slides one finger into him.

[runningred]

"And you are too fucking good at this." Jay moans, clenching and arching as Sherral starts to finger him. "Gods yes! Baby please!" He spreads his legs wide, writhing up for more.

{ooc: sorry for the thread drop, been a crazy week but I'm back now and should be around more often between now and xmas.}

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral grins, withdrawing his fingers and quickly finding a condom from the bedside table, sliding it on and slicking himself up.

He quickly lifts Jay's legs, resting them on his shoulders, and enters the other man, pushing in slowly.

[ooc: no problem!]

[runningred]

Jay swears in several languages, using his ankles on Sherral's shoulder for all the leverage he can get. Oh gods, it feel so good! Sherral's steadiness, his easy affection and confident pleasure is just what Jay needs right now.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral kisses him fiercely, bucking his hips, moving slowly and forcefully at first, then faster, gripping Jay's shoulders.

[runningred]

Jay babbles praise and curses, flexing to meet Sherral's thrusts with groan. "Oh gods! Sherral! Oh gods yes!" He feels himself pushed to the edge, his cock leaking against Sherral's stomach between them.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral pushes himself harder, hands digging into Jay's shoulders, pressing kisses against his skin.

[runningred]

"Harder," Jay whimpers, needing the burn and the bruises as much as the hickies around his neck. "Oh fuck, Sherral! I'm gunna..." He pants roughly, right on the brink.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral is more happy to go harder, pounding Jay into the mattress and up against the headboard, panting heavily. He's reaching the edge himself, finding it more and more difficult to hold back.

[runningred]

Jay throws his head back and arches up, Sherral's name on his lips as he cums with a scream. He clenches down tight around Sherral, desperate to bring Sherral with him over the edge.

[fluffiest_archadian]

A short while later, Sherral comes as well with a cry, shuddering against Jay before pulling out slowly and settling against him, undoing the handcuffs.

"I, er," he breathes, "I enjoyed that forfeit."