Author's Note: I go through weird obsessive stages occasionally, such as I seem to only wish to eat salmon as of late. I've also been absolutely drawn towards pirates for the last few weeks. I want to write a pirate AU for a fandom, but I'm just terribly unsure how to go about it. It sucks that I can just have an idea and it dies an idea because too many things come to my head at once and I can't decide on one. Does anyone else have that problem? Anyway, on with the story.
Anders eyes flew open, when he tongue ran along John's teeth during the kiss. Sharper and longer that they had been, then they possibly could be. His eyes were large and much blacker then they should have been and it sent a shiver up Anders spine. Something had to be wrong, the problem with him realizing that was that Anders still didn't want to stop. No amount of fright could turn Anders away from this moment, this feeling of being whole together with another at last.
He wanted this forever, for this man and nearly complete stranger to never stop kissing him. Never stop those wondering hands that traced his nipples, movement that made the electricity flow and felt so damn good. Plus, the god that he was just a tiny bit on the crazy side anyway; what with being a god and all, and probably something to do with his mother being a tree.
Which was why Anders pressed back against John, and into the noticeably hardened bulge that was digging into the small of his back. There was no other way to explain the way he was feeling at that moment besides correct. Well, actually Bragi was supplying him with many descriptions, like a bird chirping happily in the back of his mind. This was everything that he ever wanted and needed, what he had been searching and wanting all along.
The kiss became most desperate and Anders made panting noises that he couldn't even stop from coming out. He could even hold back in reacting when the other man touched him; when John ran a hand over his bulge. Anders was sure that he looked wrecked, and destroyed; though he hoped that the other didn't mind. He hoped that the other would only be able to relish wrecking him even more from then on.
Lips moved away from lips and the other once again put his face into Anders neck, this time sucking and licking it; in an almost careful manner. "John." Was all the Anders could groan out, tilting his head more to the side, hoping that the other would repeat that pleasure filled action. That spot had never been so good in the past; in fact he had hated when the women he slept with left marks there. Visible mark were things he hated to see the next day, yet right now all he wanted to see was deep marks and bruises left over from the other. To remind him of how this felt, so he could trace his fingers over them for days to come and smile to himself as people around him stared.
"Call me Mitchell." The other said before scraping way too sharp teeth against Anders neck. With that action preformed, Anders let out of pitched moan that he never heard come close to leaving him before. He nearly came with just those teeth touching him, like that in itself was heaven. Mitchell growled against his skin and just about went wild, inching back to tear off his own shirt, before forcing them up to their feet and tumbling them over into the bed. He was so much stronger and felt so much larger, then and life and Anders combined.
Anders was then on his back with a shirtless Mitchell perched above him and he couldn't think of a time when his heart had raced more than this. Mitchell looked wonderful shirtless he just wanted to add as well, and Anders couldn't be held accountable for his hands wandering the span of that chest. He squirmed when Mitchell palmed him through his boxers, and came down to unbutton those skinny jeans the brunette was wearing. They were far too tight to possibly be comfortable on a regular occurrence, so the obvious tent they had right now had to be downright painful.
Mitchell hummed at him with appreciation, before trailing down Anders body leaving small marks and hickeys as he went. Teeth nicked his left nipple and Anders gasped from the unexpected pain that felt so damn good; he had ended up arching up into the contact. He wouldn't be surprised if those sharp teeth had sliced a few drops of blood from his skin, but Mitchell didn't seem to mind. In fact, it only seemed to make him all the more frantic, forcefully pulling his jeans off and the underwear under them as well.
One more quick moment and Anders was out of his boxer as well. They both breathed harshly for just a moment taking in the others naked form; admiring everything that the other was. A shiver of ecstasy ran up Anders spine as Mitchell flung his legs apart. This was really happening then, the most spontaneous sex that he'd ever had in his life and it had started with a car crash. He had done some adventurous things in his life as well, but this beat them all.
Anders threw his head back harshly when Mitchell have him a few licks on his hard erection, and he whimpered when the brunette quickly moved on. He didn't stop licking and tasting though, Mitchell just moved farther down. Then Anders was experiencing as sensation that he never in his wild dreams had thought he would have. There was a talented and persistent tongue lapping at his utmost private place; putting devious pressure that he automatically wished he had tried before now.
Anders arched up to meet Mitchell smirking lips and couldn't help but pant and whine until he finally got more. That tongue dipped in slightly and tugged at his rim; Anders thought that he might be losing his mind. And that had never sounded so damn good. Mitchell was relentless with his teasing and harsh movements, taking him apart, destroy the others mind and seemingly helping him all the way through it.
Anders could see Mitchell palming himself as he worked, but the jolts of pleasure kept him unmoving and pliant to Mitchell wishes and desires. Mitchell was quick and determined to take him apart, and Anders was just there trying to hang on for the ride. He pressed back the best he could against the others face, hoping to push him on, farther in and deeper.
A finger joined that tongue and Anders thought he was going to die if he didn't come at that moment. Though, words seem to just stick and die in his throat. He whimpered into the pillow by his head, soft and needy; his voice had never been that high pitched or wrecked before. Mitchell's response was a heated growl and a harsh nip to the tender inside of Anders thigh. He licked it better in seconds and sat back as he shoved another finger, roughly into Anders.
Mitchell's eyes swept over Anders body as he stroked his own cock and scissored the other with a nearly brutal pace. Anders couldn't help but wonder just how wrecked and fucked he looked; hoping he matched his partner. Mitchell whom was so hard his erection was almost purplish, whose eyes were so dark they were noticeably black, his curls messed and tangled. Those movements in his ass were delicious and fast moving; and made Anders toes curl at a frantic pace. He was humping back, still trying to get those long fingers deeper in, and Anders mouth hung open without time to close in between the cries leaving him.
The moments to watch came to an end when Mitchell withdrew his fingers; replacing them quickly with something a lot bigger and something that Anders probably should have been mentally preparing himself for. They were connected in seconds, with Mitchell seating himself fully and waiting for Anders to adjust. Anders could feel the steady rise and fall of the body against him, but most confusingly Mitchell didn't appear out of breath like him or maybe he just couldn't hear that heart beat over how hard and fast his own was beating.
The waiting was over the moment that Anders squirmed; Mitchell pulling back far enough that he was nearly out and slamming back in. Anders ended up arching so far off the mattress he thought he heard a crack from his spin; nothing stopped Mitchell's rhythm though, the other just drug him up so that Anders was in his lap instead. Mitchell pounded into him from below and it was all Anders could do to hold on for the ride. Anders was practically bouncing up and down in Mitchell's lap; blind with pleasure and unable to function. It felt to good and whole all at once, and Anders would have been disappointed in himself for never doing this before if he could form a coherent thought.
A hand touched his dick and that was it for Anders, coming across their two bodies. He had gasped loudly and came with an intensity he had never experienced in bed in his life before that very moment. The effect was nearly instantaneous on Mitchell as well, as Anders tightened around him, the brunette buried himself deeply and joined him with coming. Anders felt a warm liquid gush into his ass and had to bite his lip to keep himself from crying out again.
In hind sight, they probably should have used condoms, because he had no idea how he was going to deal with that when they finished. Still it felt good, warm and he wasn't about to complain now. They rocked together in pleasure, bodies shaking as they came down from their highs together. They fell to the bed together and rest without moving for long moments.