Doing the Expected

by Sage Dans Les Lys

One would think that having been around Acheron as long as he has, Nick wouldn't protest when the other man starts to do something. Or someone. Specifically him.

Doing the Expected

"Stop it, Ash."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Bullshit- I can feel you staring."

"I can't look at you?"

"No! Because we both know what happens when you look at me!"

"So I can touch you?"

"Wait, what- I'm trying to do something!"

"So am I."

"Stop-o-oh fuck!"

"What were you saying, Nicky?"

"F-Fuck, d-don't stop!"

Ash hummed and happily continued taking Nick apart, piece by piece. One hand was down the front of Nick's cock teasing jeans while the other was down the back, fingers teasingly brushing his entrance, still wet from earlier. Nick, white knuckled and red faced, was trying to keep up right against the desk. "Take off your shirt, Nicky," purred Ash, watching as his lover quickly complied, exposing his lean, strong back. The Atlantean god pressed an open mouth kiss to the top of the human's spine, nipping and sucking at the delicious skin.

"F-Fuck! A-Ash!"

The Dark Hunter flipped Nick onto his back, up on top of the desk, stripping off the rest of his clothes. Acheron then stripped off his own clothes, pressing their bodies tightly together. Growling, Nick tugged on Ash's hair, using the long strands as leverage to pull himself up and push Ash onto the office chair. He straddled his lap, still having a hold of his hair to pull his head up. "It's very sexy when you get all bossy," Ash purred. Nick rolled those beautiful baby blue eyes before kissing him.

"Fuck me."

Ash did just that.

Repeatedly.