Catch and release
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Warnings: explicit sex, David/OC
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It was a sultry night, the heat of the day not dissipating with the loss of the baking sun. There was no relief from the mild breeze, the indigo ocean lapping gently at the sandy shore, waves barely ruffled.
Walking along boardwalk, you wove through the throngs of older teens and young adults that flocked to the sand and glittering attractions every summer night in Santa Carla. In deference to the heat, you wore as little as possible, much like everyone else that crowded the brightly lit walkways. It didn't help much, even where your skin was bare it was covered in a sheen of sweat.
Moving away from the rides toward the bars, you could hear music spilling out wide-open doors, the crowds at this end of the boards older, men and women alike dressed wilder, skin shown more strategically, than the teens crowding the rides further down.
You passed a group of men gathered outside a bar playing music from the eighties, strains of Duran Duran's 'Wild Boys' reaching your ears. One of the group made eye contact, and for a moment you were frozen.
His pale blue eyes held yours captured, you felt your heart speed up, unable to look away. A smirk blossomed on his lightly stubbled face, and he blinked slowly, finally setting you free.
Shaken and surprised at the sudden rush of excitement, you continued on, wobbling slightly as you made it past him. You were sure you heard a high-pitched snigger behind you, but when you turned around, most of the group was gone, only the spiky haired blonde left, taking a long pull of his cigarette and winking as you looked over your shoulder.
You felt your cheeks warm, and the way that smirk expanded told you he saw it. You turned away, almost bolting, nearly running in to a couple walking by intertwined like they were glued together at the hip.
Dodging around them, heart racing, you looked back once again. The blonde was gone from the spot you'd seen him. You looked over your other shoulder and there he was, leaning against another wall, closer, still smoking, still smirking, still following you with a cool and hungry stare.
Your heart was in your throat now, your head pounding. The thrill of being hunted electrified you, that little frisson of fear like a hint of spice, beads of sweat running down your chest and the back of your neck nearly tortuously overstimulating.
Glancing back, he was nowhere to be seen. You stopped in the middle of the walkway, raking your eyes over the crowds, desperate to see where he'd gone.
At a loss, you turned forward once more, barely taking a few distracted steps before nearly colliding with a dark figure that loomed before you. You looked up into icy eyes that burned voraciously, inflaming your core, setting your heart thumping so hard you swore it was shaking your chest with every breath.
Darting away, you tried to run, the jumble of people milling around too thick for anything but a fast walk. Casting a quick look back, you saw him clearly, so very close, too close, smile gone lazy and relaxed, like he already had you.
There was a narrow alley between the shops, and without a second thought you ducked down it, sound of your breath echoing down the brick passage. Halfway down, and you glanced back, not seeing him, your shoulders dropping as you turned forward.
Strong hands clutched your shoulders, pushed your back against the rough, warm brick wall. His mouth fell on yours, firm yet gentle, pulling back with a wicked grin as you gasped for breath.
His body pressed against you, lighting up nerves, short-circuiting your thoughts. All you could feel was the solid weight of him, rough wool coat brushing your arms, cool fingers on your shoulders, smooth leather against your legs. Your nose was filled with the rich scent of earth, tang of cigarette smoke, whiff of gasoline faint in the background.
"Do you want more?"
A voice soft and low and dark cut through the fog in your mind. Like silk flowing over gravel, it wrapped itself under your skin, resonating in the hollow of your groin.
Drowning in fathomless oceans of blue, you worked your bone-dry throat, cotton mouth to form the husk of a word that stands between you and debased self-immolation.
"Yes."
The merciless grin was back, only for a moment as he claimed your lips once more, demanding entrance, mapping you, overwhelming you with the taste of tobacco and whisky and iron. Those cool fingers slid down your bare arms, teasing with the lightest of touches, then tracing back up to cup your neck, thread in your hair.
He lets you break away again, smiling against the soft skin of your throat as you gulp for air. Your hands worm their way under his coats, under his shirt, sliding across the chill marble smoothness of the flesh beneath.
His hands are on the move as well, grazing your nipples, lingering to bring them to hard peaks, slipping down to caress ribs, deftly undoing your shorts, pushing them down to drop on the pavement. His teeth graze the juncture of your neck, sending sparks of electricity downward, and you moan into his shoulder.
Your hands find the buttons of his pants, fumble to undo them, rewarded by a rough growl when rigid flesh springs free. You wrap your fingers around him and the growl deepens, teeth on your neck firmer, hands kneading your ass, brushing your cleft.
You arch into his touch, and it disappears, leaving you whining. His hands take yours, draw them up around his neck, then glide back down to your thighs, hook under, lift, till you're bent in half and he's pressing against you.
With unexpected gentleness, he sinks with agonizing slowness into your enveloping heat till he bottoms out, hip bones sharp under your thighs. He stills then, soft grunts puffing against your throat as you twitch and squirm, deliciously, shamelessly impaled.
He slides out with equal restraint, setting a fiendishly sedate pace that has you straining against him as sweat runs in rivulets down your back. Frustration makes you keen, head tilting back as soft lips work marks all over your neck and shoulders, strong hands holding you effortlessly pinned, forever at the mercy of that gruelingly slow rhythm.
You thought he'd be fierce, hard, fast. Instead, he's taking you apart piece by sobbing piece with unholy tenderness, rolling into you with measured patience as you writhe against the rough brick wall.
Your hands dig into the skin of his chest, push and pull as you kiss his temple, trembling lips brushing the stubble on his cheek, wordlessly begging for release. Hair plastered to your face, you breathe raggedly, tension making your limbs jerk, body coil and arch.
He smiles once more into the skin of your neck, lips fastening themselves against your throat as he finally speeds up, hips snapping, cock pounding deep into your core. You feel the breath knocked out of you, pleasure burning through taut limbs leaving fire in its wake.
Moans fall from your lips, rising in pitch in time with his thrusts. You feel like a bomb on the verge of exploding, taut and quivering as he drives you closer and closer to the brink, and over, the rush like a firework bursting from within, sparks behind your eyes and trailing across your skin.
Your euphoric wails echo off the walls around you, and his bucking turns erratic, slowing, his groin so tight against you, you can feel it tighten as he comes, fingers driving deep to leave bruises on your hips to match the marks along your neck. Coming down from your high, you whimper at the feel of him; rolling slowly inside you, sharp pinch of his love bite at your throat, brush of stubble on your skin, all firing your nerves with overstimulation.
With a final pass of his lips on yours, he pulls out, pulls away, leaving you on legs trembling like a newborn foal's. The spark of a lighter makes the alley glow, and he lights up a cigarette, drawing deep before offering it to you.
When you decline, he simply nods, eyes traveling down your form to your shorts on the ground below. You bend and put them back on, legs mostly stable under you.
As you straighten back up, he gives you a wink and a smirk, fingers caressing your cheek before he turns and is gone in a whirl of tobacco smoke and black wool. Outside the alleyway, music thumps loud and discordant, lights flash and strobe, people flock and flow. There's a breeze off the ocean, the cool relief blowing over your soaked skin and tangled hair reminding you of his fingers as you make your way home.