A/N: More smut to the people!
I do not own Total Drama, all rights reserved to the respective owners.
Duncan untied my robe and let it fall on the chair instead of my knee, he grabbed my wrists with a gentle yet hard grip and prompted me to stand up. I shot up straight as my feet landed on the laminate floor, they had been firmly wrapped around the chair's legs and I was shocked at the sudden coldness.
"Eager, I like that", Duncan grinned and let go of my wrists, holding my waist instead. His eyes locked ahold of mine the second my gaze was no longer staring at the backstabbingfloor. They were playful yet serious and passionate, just like everything else about him his eyes were also a contradiction to itself.
"Shut up", I spat back and stomped his foot with mine, though not putting any weight under the action and letting him off scot-free. Duncan only snickered at my stubbornness and dragged my body closer to his, the hard bulge in his pants pressed against my navel.
"You want this?" He asked in a low voice full of concern and seduction. The concern made it sound like he would do anything for me at that moment, the seduction however overshadowed it and made the question sound dangerous, like a command from a general. The intense mixture of sweet and salt that was Duncan made my choice crystal clear.
"Yes", I nodded and pressed my lips to his. His hands dragged me even closer; who even knew that was possible? My chest pressed up against his and I found it hard to breath from the pressure, his caged erection kept trying to push out of his jeans and my right leg instinctively moved its way to his waist, making me stand on my toes before he hoisted me up on his body fully. His tongue parted my lips and made its way to mine, they danced around each other and made moans escape from both of us. Duncan took a firm grip under my butt and held me tight against him, all while our lips and tongues kept moving in a fiery hot dance. He walked backwards until the back of his knees hit my bed. We both fell down on the mattress and the creak of the bedframe was high and would have disturbed anyone in the house, if we weren't alone that is.
We pulled apart unwillingly to catch our breaths and my eyes immediately found his. He breathed heavily and ran his fingers up and down my spine, not breaking eye contact even for a second. His messy mohawk was ruffled and limp from two days without styling, and one incredible lovemaking session. His forehead was already covered in small beads of sweat that reflected the light, making his skin glisten. I imagined I looked just as wild as he did at that moment. My hands held his cheeks and my knees on each side of his legs caged him down on the bed, a false feeling of being in charge filled my being and I had always been one to love control. I could feel drops of sweat trickle down my back and on the back of my knees. My hair felt heavy yet light and was probably as much of a mess as his.
"You're beautiful", Duncan whispered as if reading my mind before smashing his mouth against mine for the third time that day. It felt like so long ago we sat out on the glazed terrace, yet it had only been a couple of hours. Our tongues made their way to each other fast this time, like they were old friends.
Duncan's hands kept stroking my back, making their way to my waist, gripping my sides, then wandering up to my neck and shoulders, he dragged a finger across the arch of my back and brazed the edge of my panties. His hands never wavered from their path and it made me impatient.
"Get this off", I mumbled against his lips and tugged at the hem of his shirt. As instructed Duncan pulled his shirt off, our mouths only breaking apart for a second as the fabric passed between us. My lips immediately found his the instant his shirt was on the floor.
"You wanna do this?" Duncan said as he broke free from our kiss and breathed heavily. My lips started tracing down his cheeks, down his throat, stopping at the crook of his neck right above his collarbone. "Okay", he chuckled and unclasped my bra, my eager kisses was all the answer he needed. I nibbled and sucked on his skin, renewing the marks I had left on him yesterday. Duncan moaned loudly and grasped my back hard, probably leaving his own marks as well.
Suddenly, like out of nowhere, Duncan flipped us over and moved us up the mattress till the headboard. I guess he got impatient as I had earlier, because in no time at all his pants laid on the floor next to his shirt and my bra. He growled as he climbed over me, caging me in with his arms. For a minute we stayed still, looking at each other, feeling the skin move against the others as we breathed. For a minute everything went quiet inside my head and I had never felt so at ease.
"Come on", I said and broke the silence, kissing Duncan once more while I fumbled with the fly of his baggy jeans. They seemed to be a couple sizes too big and I could imagine the near broken button and worn out fly were the only two things making sure the pants stayed on. Within seconds the only thing separating us was his boxers and my panties. His erection was almost free, not caged as before, and it felt good rubbing up against me.
"God", I heard Duncan murmur as he moved his lips away from mine to the side of my head, burying his face in my hair and brazing my ear with the tip of his tongue. I reached down and grabbed his member, massaging it with the help of the moving fabric. He moaned in my ear and it made me want more, more, more.
"Come on", I repeated pouting and tugged at his underwear, Duncan reached down and shimmied them down to his ankles before kicking them off the bed completely. We cooperated on getting my underwear off, me being too eager and wanting to get them off fast, he wanting to take it slow and grace my skin while dragging them down my legs. I almost repeated the two words a third time but before I had a chance to open my mouth again Duncan's was right there breathing in the unspoken sentence.
"You ready?" Duncan asked and looked me deep in the eyes for a hidden answer, like I would say yes but mean no. I nodded at him with a slight smile and stroked the sides of his face, carefully playing with his eyebrow piercing before kissing his cheek gently.
Duncan positioned himself in front of my opening and teased me with his tip, going in a centimeter or two before pulling out and caressing my clit with his erection, then dip into me once more before pulling away and repeating the same maneuver over and over. After a few torturing moments of this game he played I pushed my hips forward and he entered me forcefully, making us both gasp and moan in ecstasy.
"Oh god", I groaned and pulled his face closer to mine, holding the sides of it so his gaze wouldn't stray away from me. Duncan kept a steady and hard rhythm that made both of us gasp at each thrust. He went harder and harder, and I couldn't take it anymore. I dragged him down to me, crashing our chests together and I nuzzled the crook of his neck. I breathed in his scent and focused on the lavender breaking through. My fingers digged into his back, creating deep marks, as I came beneath him; no chance to escape the powerful feeling overtaking my body. My screams were muffled against his neck and I could swear if I didn't hold him so close the neighbors would hear.
"I'm gonna, I'm gonna..." Duncan gasped in between thrusts and I could feel him tensing up. Just as my own orgasm simmered out his began. With a loud groan of "Oh fuck" he released himself in me.
We laid there, still connected below our waists in the most intimate way ever, for a few minutes as both of us trying to catch our breaths. When he eventually rolled off me my body felt weirdly cold without his pressed against me.
"See, studying isn't all books and text", Duncan smirked and put both his hands behind his head, not even bothering to cover up his naked body.
"Man, I'm hungry", Duncan said and patted his stomach. He laid spread out on the couch in our living-room while I had taken a seat in a nearby armchair. The furniture all faced a big fireplace, we didn't really bother so much with TV in my family, not in the fancy rooms at least. My legs were swung over one armrest and my back rested against the other so I could look at the neanderthal that somehow had managed to wiggle his way in and spend almost as much time at this house as I had this weekend; me only beating him with two hours.
"So?" I raised an eyebrow, "it's not my obligation to feed you."
"Yeah, well it's your house. Thought I would have some manner and not destroy the kitchen", Duncan challenged and poked one of my feet hanging near his face. I kicked his hand away with not nearly enough force to hurt anyone and started a steady rhythm of swinging.
He laid an arm across his face and covered his eyes, sighing loudly and dramatically. I rolled my eyes at his display but did not budge, staying firmly placed in the cozy armchair.
"Food", he irked in a deep, zombie-like voice, dragging out the syllables like an impatient child.
"Your motorcycle's outside. Go get something", I said casually and picked at my nails, still keeping up with the steady swinging of my feet. Duncan and I had laid in my bed for ten more minutes before getting dressed and walking downstairs, I wanted desperately to get him out of my room to decrease the risk of sleeping with him again. I was not to have sex on the family-couch near a glass door in which anyone could look if they wanted - and were creepy enough to peep into people's homes.
"And leave the princess alone and starving?" Duncan said in a mocking tone and sat halfway up in the couch and leaned against its armrest, mimicking my position minus the leg-swinging. I simply stuck my tongue out at him and then returned my gaze to my nails. "Come on", he pushed, "don't be like that. I'm bored. And hungry."
"Not my problem", I responded and smiled smugly, making the right half of my face crease up. Duncan scooted up in the couch and was now facing me, one elbow leaning against the armrest and his chin resting in his hand. Before either of us could speak again my own stomach rumbled.
"You need to eat too", he said and gestured to the growling body part of mine. I was suddenly painfully aware of the fact I hadn't eaten breakfast today, nor dinner yesterday. My only energy came from yesterday's lunch and the surprisingly deep sleep I had enjoyed during the night. A part of me thought maybe Duncan's warm body and strong - but yet comfortable and pleasant - scent were responsible for that, another part of me screamed no at that thought and logically knew I had simply been exhausted.
"Fine", I sighed but smiled at Duncan and swung my legs down from the armrest. He too got up from his sitting position and started walking to the kitchen, not bothering to check if I was following. I looked out the glass door and was met by darkness, the glazed terrace only being lit up by the street lamp a few metres away. A glance at the clock above the fireplace told me it was already dinner time, 6pm. I sighed one more time before getting up and walking to the kitchen.
Duncan was already head deep in the fridge, a few plastic boxes filled with leftovers stood on the counter next to him. I leaned against the kitchen island opposite the fridge and watched as he rummaged through every single shelf in it. Finally he took out two soda cans and slammed them down on the counter next to all the food, before closing the thick, steel door. I eyed all the containers and raised an eyebrow at Duncan.
"That is a lot of food", I pointed out. He waved off the comment with a pale hand before cracking open one of the sodas.
"What? A man needs to eat, woman", Duncan shrugged and leaned on the counter next to all the food, taking a sip from the can in his hand. He mimicked my position, supporting himself with one elbow and letting the other arm rest near his torso.
"So that's all for you?" I gestured to the plastic containers.
"If you're a good girl I'll maybe let you taste some", Duncan suggested with a low voice and eyed me up and down with that stupid smirk on his face, that suddenly made me feel some sort of way.
"Ugh, you can be so misogynistic", I exclaimed and glared daggers in his direction, not wanting to make eye contact but wanting to be intimidating enough that he would back off with the sexual comments.
"Whatever", Duncan shrugged once more, took a big gulp from his soda and turned around. He lifted one of the containers and held it up into the light, as a cashier might do to see the authenticity of a dollar bill. I rolled my eyes, with such force it was almost audible, and walked up to stand next to him, picking up one of the plastic boxes as well.
We ate dinner together in front of the open fireplace, both sitting on the couch next to each other. The fire died out all by itself after a few hours and we succumbed to the sudden darkness around us.