Love.)
“Good with colors,” said the man wholovedDeclan, and was loved in turn.He smirked, play and purpose, and tugged, hard, once more.“Long as you know how a stoplight works.Fucking fae.”
“Far too high tech for the nineties.”Declan clicked his tongue, then leaned up to steal another brief kiss.“You seem to enjoy how strong I am.”
“Yeah.”That single word sounded so very sweet when half sigh, half groan, Antonio arching up under him.“Fuck yeah, Murderpunk.”
“Brilliant.”
With a final stroke to Antonio’s cock (and answering hiss of pleasure), Declan stood, nearly pulling Antonio off the floor with the grip of the man’s thighs.Hedidpull him up by their clasped hands, easy and smooth.
Antonio’s shredded clothing fell to the ground, left him bare and grinning and more than a little off balance.Fair play.
He caught Declan in a kiss, free hand tangling in his hair.Messy, all of it, and Declan still clothed, supplies needing to be made.He mumbled as much against Antonio’s lips, leaning back with no little amount of reluctance.
“We’ve plans that need props,” he endeavored to remind Antonio, flashing a smile even while twisting in his arms to not get caught in another kiss.“You’d not want me attempting to conjure something last minute with my head already between your legs.”
“Can’t suck cock and do magic at the same time?”Taunting, as was the press of bare flesh against his back.
“My teeth and your cock is not an arrangement we want distractions from.Though it’s more ‘licking’ than ‘sucking’ at that point.”
‘Lick cock’ didn’t have quite the same ring to it.
There was just enough time to toss his shirt over a chair and dream up a set of thickly padded leather cuffs before large hands circled Declan’s waist, fingers spread.Soft lips pressed against the line of his throat and hard muscles tight against his now bare back and tucked in wings.
“You owe me a pair of jeans,” Antonio said, leaving a nipping trail of affection down to the shoulder he’d held in a vice grip moments earlier.“Think I’ll take yours.”
Declan laughed, relaxing into him, eyes closed.He needed tofocus.“How do you imagine you’ll do that?”
“You’re gonna let me.Can’t be comfortable, hard in those fuck-me jeans.”Tan skin over pale, talented fingers already working at the button.“Lucky I’m here to help.”
Declan watched a film with elements of the moment, once.A larger, muscular, tattooed man telling a smaller, slighter one‘you’re gonna let me’as he took to touching him from behind.Declan’s counterpart had made a token protest full of fluttering lashes until eventually succumbing.
The sluagh himself stifled a groan behind his teeth and tipped his head back to give Antonio more room.
“I don’t recall offering you my jeans.”Declan ground slow into Antonio’s palm, pleasure and temptation.
“Do you ‘recall’ shredding mine?”Antonio pressed smiling lips into the curve of his neck, followed with a deliberate drag of teeth.“Looks like I got mauled by a tiger.”
“You startled me,” Declan protested.
His button gave under determined fingers.No soft hum of a zipper.Instead, hard fingers on his hip, pulling his ass back against Antonio’s cock.Andstill, the magnificent bastard continued to stroke him, drawing a low, rattling hiss from his lips.
“Not gonna sit docile while you cuff me, Murderpunk,” Antonio growled the words in his ear.“Gonna have to pin me first.Or,” a slow stroke up, worn denim and hard need under rough fingers, “distract me.”
Howfun.A game of give and take, push and pull, touch and be touched.Play with me, that growl said.Play rough.
“I don’t want you docile,” he murmured, rocking up against Antonio’s hands.He flexed his wings, flared just enough to force an inch of space between them.“How would you suggest I distract you?”Textured bone firm against Antonio’s chest, his stomach.“Put on a show, my hand around my cock?Around yours?”Declan brushed his fingers over his fly, relaxed his wings to allow Antonio close.“Ask whether you minded when I spread your legs with my wings?”
Another minute flare, pressure, space, and Declan pulling the zipper down, tooth by tooth.Antonio didn’t make it easy, that gorgeous, determined hand intent on stroking him, drawing out tendrils of shivering pleasure with every touch.
Declan had a horrible, tragic life.Truly.
“Nah.”Antonio turned when Declan allowed him closer, pressed his lips to bone and rocked in.“Definitely didn’t mind your wings on my knees.Under my hands.Open so I can see ‘em.Fucking incredible.”
One more sure stroke, then the teasing rise of fingers trailing over stomach and ribs and nipple.Left Declan shivering, leaning back against Antonio despite his determination not to yield.
“They can be useful at times.”Declan licked his lips, shifting his weight to be closer still.“Apparently.”
