DGray-man belongs to Katsura Hoshino and I'm only borrowing ideas from her.
Characters: Lavi/Allen
Warnings: frotting
Persistent
"This isn't your first time? Aren't you the man, moyashi."
"Name's Allen." Teeth nibble on the cartilage that makes up the ear.
"Ow, that hurt."
"Good." He sounds quite smug, despite being naked from waist down. But then again, he's straddling a stark naked Lavi, pinning him to the floor.
"AAAAllen," Lavi whines a little, "this isn't fair."
"Mm." Allen responds by swaying against him. He has very nice hips, Lavi notes. "You weren't fair in the beginning, being so persistent."
"I was curious!" He wants to kiss those lips, wipe off that damn smile.
"About my apparent lack of anything sexual?" The other sounds amused, rocking a little harder. "Did you forget who was my master?"
Lavi groans and puts his hands over his face. No, he didn't. But how is it that Allen, younger than he, is possibly better at this than him?
How did they get into this situation? Lavi's fault. He teased him, even managed to grab Allen by the hand and kiss him to show him what it's like. He hadn't expected the other boy to respond, kiss back, and then push him against a wall. Lavi asked how fast as he ever undressed someone; in mere seconds his clothes had been yanked off. What a devil. When Lavi managed to pull down Allen's trousers and briefs, only to end up on the floor like this.
Allen is currently licking his neck, hands on his shoulders. And still rocking his hips, ever so slowly. The Bookman apprentice was quite hard; he could see Allen was as well. Saliva coats his chest now, and then there's a puff of breath that sends him shivering down to his groin.
"I'm sorry, Allen…"
"Too late~" The licking becomes biting; that tongue rolls against a nipple. He stifles a moan.
"Can't you at least take off the rest of your clothes?"
Allen seems to consider this, before he finally unbuttons his shirt. It slides off his slim shoulders and Lavi almost sighs in relief. The shirt gets tossed aside; Lavi uses this chance to lift his hands up, grab the other by the face, and slam their mouths together in a messy kiss. He shoves his tongue against another tongue; fingers grapple and for a moment Lavi almost can sit up. Then Allen reaches down to line their erections up and squeeze with the right amount of pressure for him to gasp and fall back. His knees have failed him. Allen Walker was still touching him. Intimately. Deliberately.
"You can't win."
The whisper seems to pierce his ear and sent a jolt through his heart. He hisses. Yep; he might as well give up this round. "At least…go harder than that." He thrusts his hips to punctuate that point and is pleased to see the other flush.
"Fine. But I'll make you come before me."
"If you say so." He doesn't want to argue; he wants to feel good.
There no more words between for a while. Just the sounds of sighing, gasping, moaning. And squelching. Allen caresses the both of them with an experienced hand, while the both of them continue rocking against each other. Lavi massages Allen's nipples with his thumbs, firmly pressing and pinching. It's all for the look on Allen's face, which he easily memorises.
The prediction's right, however. Lavi comes first, with a guttural groan and a shudder as wetness seeps between them. He tucks his head back and breathes, mouth parted from pleasure. Only a few moments later, and then Allen follows, pumping his hips tightly before he lies down on Lavi, mouth on one shoulder.
"Told you."
"Shut up." He swipes damp hair out of his eyes. "Next time it's your turn."
"I'm not easy to play."
"I'll play you just like you played me, and more." Lavi reaches his hand up to rest on Allen's backside, lightly squeezing. Allen starts and knocks his head against the other's chin.
"Go ahead. I'll still win."
A snort. "Don't underestimate me."
Don't worry. Lavi will get his revenge.