FRICTION'S EXTREMITY
how I found the title? I was browsing through the thesaurus... anyway. Enjoy. For bleachrules1314, because it was requested.
The heat between bodies, forced, wanted. Drawing them closer together and farther apart. It went beyond human recognition, maybe because they didn't need to understand it, they just wanted it. And at the same time they didn't, at the same time they wanted to avoid each other like the plague. But that was never possible. They wanted their friction. Heat between bodies.
His hands held him down, a rough kiss was placed on his lips, a tongue shoved down his throat. A low moan was uttered. And it continued, because they had to make it hotter, had to take it faster, had to forget.
They didn't care for manners, or love or feelings. None of those things. They were on the verge of nothing, they had to drive each other off.
Clothes were forced out of, more gasps and moans. Pale hands traveled down his chest, knew exactly were to touch to make their king moan. Lazy circles were drawn on his inner thigh, begging them apart. A taunt nipple was licked, they stared into each other's eyes as the appendage continued to be tortured. A tan hand fisted in white hair, pulling him forward to meet his lips.
That kiss ended how they always did. A smirk, a laugh, and more pleasure that made him want to kiss that demon again. But this wasn't going fast enough, it wasn't heating up.
That tongue traveled lower, nipped along it's way, because his demon loved to show ownership. He paused at his aching cock, waiting and smirking. A sound of annoyance and a swift kick, that question was settled.
They never spoke words. Words were useless. They didn't ask questions, they just did. Words would make them cold again.
A blue tongue on heated flesh that made him shiver and groan. A warm mouth that made him bite his lip. It made his resolve break, but it heated up, the temperature rose.
They weren't kind to each other. They didn't care for the other's well being. One could be dying, the other wouldn't give a damn, as long as he had someone else to receive friction from. Which they didn't, so in the end, they still needed each other.
He thrust in, not bothering with politeness, knowing he was used to this already. Low groans and pants and moans filled the otherwise silent air. The low groans got louder, and the temperature rose higher until neither of them could take it anymore.
Friction ended how friction always did. Ignored words, insane laughs and the promise to come back. Because that extremity of heat was just too much to deny for long.
OWARI
just barely a page. I feel so weird. Don't expect a lot of lemons. I'm not very good at them. (blushes) RXR ONEGAI!