Odin grunted as his back hit the wall, but the sound was lost under the lips crashing against his. He bucked, trying to get leverage as he fought for dominance, but it was a losing battle, and he knew it.
He didn't know how they had gotten to this. They'd been fighting, as usual, and a few shoves and a bit of scuffling later, he was being kissed breathless. He didn't know who had made the first move, and right at this moment he couldn't find it in himself to really care.
"Zero, fuck," he groaned, tearing his lips away and panting for breath.
The older man simply turned to Odin's neck, sucking and biting harshly, leaving lurid purple marks on pale flesh. Fumbling, he managed to open the door next to them, and shoved his blonde haired companion into the room, and locking it shut.
They pounced on each other again, teeth clacking and hands tearing clothes from flushed bodies.
Odin was propelled back until he stumbled over a desk, pressed onto his back over it. His legs trapped low, he was forced into an arch that displayed his lithe body and leaking arousal to hungry eyes and eager fingers, each fiery touch soothed almost immediately by seeking lips and a questing tongue.
Zero snarled, biting hard into Odin's pectoral muscle even as his hand wrapped around the pinned boy's begging length. "You will love this," he growled, his tongue dipping into the tempting navel below him, then following the very lickable happy trail down to his target.
Whining pitifully, Odin arched further, unable to angle himself in a way that let him press closer to the glorious flesh that tormented him. "I know-" he gasped as Zero sucked his length deep into his throat, then released a loud moan as throat muscles rippled around him, "-I will."
Breathy moans and sobs filled the room as hands and mouths explored willing bodies; the two guys arching and clawing, desperate to pleasure each other.
Odin keened as Zero flipped him onto his stomach, bending him harshly over the edge of the desk. His feet were kicked apart, one hand planted firmly between his shoulder blades to keep him in place. A slick finger breached his virgin ring, and he cried out, trembling in anticipation and desire. A second, scissoring and stretching had him whining again, stars bursting across his vision as something was touched inside of him.
"Oh gawds, oh fuck, you have no idea what you look like," Zero whispered hoarsely as he added a third finger. "Push back. Fuck yourself on my hand." He groaned as Odin did just that, and couldn't resist licking a stripe up Odin's spine, aching to taste the light sheen of sweat coating the delicious skin laid out just for him. He twitched his fingers, flicking them against the little nub inside over and over again, revelling in the sounds he could extract from the smaller boy. Pulling his fingers free, he flicked his aching length and lined it up, blunt head nudging against the puckered flesh. As he gently pushed forward, hand once again pinning Odin down, he closed his eyes tightly.
Panting through the burning pain and the feeling of being so damn full he could barely move, Odin moaned. "It's just as you said Zero. Now go crazy!"