Summary: Another 6 Underground PWP coz I was re-watching it and my OTP was still doing the things for me.
A/N:
One by one I'm adding to the fandom.
Notes:
No New Notes
Warnings:
Explicit sex
Sexual asphyxiation
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the movie, I'm just borrowing. Please, don't sue.
Green is Go
"Technically," One says from between Blaine's thighs, "this will be the seventh time."
Blaine snorts but it turns into a soft gasp because One's biting at his inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin there. "No," he says, letting out a breath, "it won't."
They've been arguing about this one since they got here. One's adamant that he and Blaine have had sex in this particular safe house four times now. Blaine knows for definite that this is their sixth time. And honestly, he doesn't even know why they're talking about this, why this conversation even started anyway. He doesn't even care right now, wants, more than anything, for One to be doing more than just arguing about sex.
"Yes, it will."
Blaine moans quietly when One starts sucking and licking at the skin he's been bothering with his teeth. "Bro— fuck."
"Yes, for the seventh time here."
Blaine can't help the snort that escapes him at that. One is as stubborn as they come and he's not going to relent. Blaine doesn't even care about this conversation, doesn't even know why they're talking about this as much as they are right now. One's between his legs right now and he'd like to get to the action. He's already loose and ready for One, has already had the man finger-fuck him to a mind blowing orgasm in the shower.
" Technically," Blaine says, "if you count the shower just now…."
"Which I definitely am," One says and then doesn't give Blaine the chance to add anything else to the conversation because his mouth finds something better to do, and it involves making a Blaine a moaning, shaking mess on the bed.
One has an unmatched skill with his mouth, not only can he talk, but the man can eat Blaine out like he's never going to do it again. It always manages to leave Blaine a complete mess, barely able to form words other then cusses and broken gasps of One's name. It's one of the only times One lets him say his name without complaining, it's the only time Blaine uses his name.
"Jesus," Blaine gasps, one hand fisting into One's hair.
"Not quite," One says before going right back to work. Blaine doesn't have to react, eyes rolling back as he works himself down onto One's tongue.
It feels so good, too good. It's not enough to make him cum, but it's a close thing. If he touches himself, or if one adds even a single finger into him right now, it's going to be over for him. Blaine kind of likes that idea right now, the idea of One fucking him back to hardness and working him till he cums again.
"Hey— —" Blaine starts but doesn't get to finish because One can read him like a book now, working two fingers into Blaine and going straight for his prostate. Blaine's gasp is loud, and the moan of One's name that follows is louder. He doesn't have to put on a show because One knows what he's doing, but he doesn't really try being quiet either because he knows how much One likes it when he's responsive.
One works Blaine through his orgasm, working his prostate till Blaine is spent, body splayed on the bed as he tries to catch his breath. One's grinning like a Cheshire, sitting on his calves as he lubes his cock.
"Fuck," Blaine says, pulling his legs up and apart, a silent, yet loud, 'yes, please, give me more'. One takes the invite as it is, leaning forward and aligning his cock with Blaine's hole. He looks up at Blaine with a pause. Blaine nods, wrapping a leg around One's hips and pulling him close.
They both moan as One pushes into Blaine, both gasp each other's names against each others lips as One pushes further into Blaine, spreading him open. One loves this, the way Blaine's body opens up to him, the way it engulfs him, how he settles into Blaine like he belongs there.
"Jesus," Blaine gasps when One's fully inside him, pelvis to ass.
"Maybe," One jokes and then kisses Blaine with everything he's got. Blaine gets his other leg around One and shifts himself, indicating for One to get to it. One doesn't need to be told twice, leaning up on his arms and leveraging on his knees, he gets to work. He works slow at first, wanting to work Blaine back up again, he knows the drill. He loves it, the feel of Blaine, hot around him, tight around him, the velvet heat squeezing around him as he moves in and out.
"Yeah," Blaine whispers, "like that."
One looks between his and Blaine's bodies, sees Blaine's cock slowly coming back to life. He repositions himself a little so he can get a hand around Blaine and slowly work him to full hardness. He's eating it up, the sounds Blaine is making, not holding back like he used to. One never had to ask for it, will always appreciate how Blaine was able to read that in him, see how much One craved approval even though he couldn't ask for it. One likes feeling useful, likes feeling accomplished, even in bed. And when Blaine makes those appreciative sounds, when he doesn't hold back and let's himself be as loud as he wants to be, well, it touches at a lot of One's broken bits.
"Fuck, yeah, yeah, that's good," Blaine moans, leaking onto his own stomach now.
One thing about Blaine, One's learnt, is that the man is sensitive and when fucked just right can cum without his cock being touched. He's already cum once, and if One wanted to, if Blaine is so inclined to do it tonight, could cum maybe twice more from just getting his prostate played with. Sometimes Blaine likes the feeling of being too sensitive, of it being just a little too much for him. One'll have to touch a few areas, see how Blaine responds so he can be sure that this is what Blaine's looking for tonight.
One gets himself on both arms again and picks up speed. Blaine pulls his knees up a little more, spreads himself a little wider and gets his hands on One's ass, squeezing and pushing on the globes as One works into him.
One's pleased smile is overtaken when he leans down and kisses the hell out of Blaine. He pulls away with a soft gasp and rearranges himself so he's leaning on one arm. He runs the back of the fingers of his free hand down Blaine's throat and can't help the grin that pulls at his lips when Blaine's tilts his head back with a soft nod.
"You sure?" One asks, pausing, because in as much as Blaine can give him nonverbal cues, he still needs verbal confirmation to do this.
"Yes, yeah, I'm sure," Blaine says breathlessly, "Green, go."
One doesn't need to be told again, and starts up again, and because he can, speeds up a little more, angling himself so he's hitting right at Blaine's prostate while his fingers wrap around Blaine's throat and tighten just the way Blaine likes.
Blaine's a mess after that, his own hands wrapped around One's arm as he works himself on One's dick. His responses are glorious, gasping One's name over and over and over in half broken sobs. It gets One going, makes him harder than stone and so fucking close. He thrusts harder, directing himself in a way he knows will miss Blaine's prostate not once, and tightens his hold on Blaine's neck just a little more.
The sounds that are coming from Blaine's lips are what gets One off the most, the half broken gasps of One's name and the way his eyes look up at one in that begging, watery way, screaming for more, more, more.
"Fuck, clo— clo— fuck— —" Blaine gasps.
"I've got you," One promises and he leans down and devours Blaine's lips. Blaine shudders, blunt fingernails biting into One's back, ass squeezing One's cock like it's trying to keep him there. It's too much for One, who's own orgasm rips through him in a way that has him making an embarrassing, high-pitched sound. He doesn't care though, because Blaine likes that, said it was 'high praise' to have One make that sound.
One continues to pump his hips till he's all orgasmed out. When he softens, he slips out of Blaine and drops onto his back next to the man. They both lie there for a moment, both breathing heavily as they try and catch their breath.
"Fuck," Blaine says softly and chuckles.
"Yeah," One agrees, turning to look at the other man. His heart melts and his stomach swoops when he finds Blaine looking at him with soft eyes.
"Seven," Blaine says with a cheeky grin.
"Seven," One agrees with a laugh.
END!
I'm not 100% about the ending, but also, I'm not too broken up about it.