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Authors Note #1: This is my fill response to an unbelievably hot prompt posted on LJ at the TWD_Kink Meme community. For full details please see original chapter. *Rated for: adult language, adult situations, and tired man sex. So, in other words boys and girls, it's Slash time ahoy!
Authors Note #2: Please read and review. I am excited to see what you all think. I am open to comments, advice, and constructive criticism.
Prostrate – Chapter Two
He felt delirious. Punch drunk and stupid as he palmed the length of the kid's hip. Letting his fingers follow the arching curve, and loosing himself in the impossible smoothness he found there. Christ. He'd never get over that, the feeling of that sleek perfect skin. He had too many scars for that, too many sharp edges and broken bones to compare.
He tongued a freckle, connecting one to the other until he'd reached the dip of the man's spine, swirling his finger through the moisture as his nails dug deep, making half moon marks across the kid's skin. Delighting in the arching wriggle the action got him. Everything about the kid was like this. Smooth and unmarred. Even the downy hair at his groin came out more like a black velvet polish then anything else.
He was having trouble telling where he left off and Glenn began. It was all melding together now, warm colors, and baseless sounds. Hell, the world could have been ending all over again and he wouldn't have noticed. It wouldn't have mattered. Because all he could see was the way rough, scar studded skin melted together with ivory satin. And all he could hear was the growing roar that thudded, pulse heavy and unstoppably fast in the back of his mind. Shit.
"Turn over.." He growled, nipping at the base of his spine to rouse him. Tongue laving upwards towards the younger man's hair line as the kid hummed in wordless agreement. Lean legs shifting minutely, making a small, half aborted little movement as he lifted his leg to the side. Clearly loosing the will power half way through when the movement petered off as he tried to lift the second. The pause leaving him half twisted and awkward looking amidst the heap of blankets.
…To anyone else the kid might have looked adorable. But he just rolled his eyes skyward.
"For fucks sakes kid.." He rumbled, licking a strip along the shell of the kid's ear. Almost snarling as the man lowered his head, offering him the pale, venerable strip of his throat as the kid's mouth went slack. Almost curling in on himself as he slipped a hand down the front of kid's briefs. Cupping the burgeoning warmth he found there with a pointed, but teasing squeeze. ...So trusting his boy..
God, if only he wasn't so tired, he'd take him in hand and -..but the thought trailed off there as devastatingly nimble fingers skimmed over his nipples. The tender little nubs practically aching as he bit back a sudden moan. He tossed his head back as the heat rose, coiling up his spine and spreading through him like the hot tips of a raging fever, searing his brain in a muted rush of murky steam.
God help him but he loved the kid this way…all satin soft and pliable under his hands. It was so very different from the other times. The quick, half feral moments that had come to define their few moments together. To the times when it was nothing more then a few stolen kisses behind the RV, or a hasty rough and tumble just beyond the tree line in the dead of night. It was different in a way he knew wasn't his habit. But at the same time, he was also self aware enough to know that from now on, he wouldn't be able to help but crave it all the same.
…There was something about this…this slowness. Something that he just couldn't figure or define.. Something that was-…
The world roiled, twisting and shifting as time slowed to a crawl, stalling just above their heads as the air went slick and slow. He blinked into the silence. Loosing his place as his fingers went electric, stuck on the feeling of the kid gliding underneath his dirty tips. He couldn't keep track if the minutes, the long spiraling gyres. Christ. A low burn coiled deep in the pit of his belly. Twisting with every breathy promise as the kid lost his tongue completely, making wordless, animal noises into the blankets. Clawing desperately at the fabric as the man uttered a series of noises he'd never heard before. The sounds pulled from his throat unbidden, like he just couldn't help himself..
His cock pulsed hard against his thigh, throbbing something fierce as he reached down and cupped his sack, hissing into the low light as he slicked the head with a weeping trail of precum, soaking it thoroughly as he held himself aloft, making the younger man watch as he stroked himself. A few clear drops splattering across the Korean's skin as he sucked his lip between his teeth. His hand moving with deliberate slowness now as he kept his cock just out of the kid's reach…
Yeah...Fuck..
A growl rose in his throat as he took it all in. The way the kid was digging himself deeper into the sheets, hands tugging at whatever skin he could reach as the soft murmurs only grew, goading him on as the kid's limbs went restless, tangling together with the blankets like he just belonged there. Warmth rose high in his throat, fanning across his skin in a heady rush as his balls drew up tight.
…Because this was what he'd been missing. What he'd wanted all along. This sight, this connection, this exact fucking moment.. Shit..
He fumbled blindly for a pack of slick. Using far too much as he shoved a pillow under the kid's hips. Canting them upwards as his finger ghosted across the kid's hole. Biting his lip as the kid nearly wailed. Cursing him in a rather inventive series of half whispers as he slowly opened him up. But it didn't matter. It wasn't going to be rough..not this time.
"That's it.. Yea..-Fuck..Like that.. Com'on kid.. Give it up.." He hissed, words just spilling from his lips without filter as he watched the kid take one finger, then another. Smacking the kid's cheeks with a single, rather pointed stroke as the younger man clenched down brutally on his fingers. Cocky little bastard.
His hands were shaking even as he slicked himself up; trying to ignore the way the kid had begun lifting his hips into each crook of his fingers. Eager for it, desperate for it. He snarled at the sight, letting the edges of his teeth ghost across the kid's neck and the younger man started babblin' again. Both of them too far gone for anything more then the good, long fuck they both so desperately needed.
But even then, he couldn't resist a parting shot. A reminder.As he leaned down, nudging the tips of his fingers against the kid's prostate in a series of merciless, feather light brushes before he pulled them out completely, Spreading the kid wide as he lined up and bore down.
His ears rung, head hanging low between his shoulders as he slid in, forehead practically level with the kid's spine as he bottomed out in one long, even stroke. The slide made easy for the first time thanks to the complete slackness of the kid's muscles. Christ..
"Glenn..Shit..Glenn-" He rasped. But he couldn't find the words, cutting off in mid stream as his mind shuddered. Perhaps there hadn't been any there to begin with. He just couldn't tell anymore. It was just too tight..too much. Oh-..
The kid only whimpered below him, hand reaching for his cock with an awkward flail as he slowly began to pull out. Mind hazing with the beginnings of a growing rhythm when he found himself balls deep before he'd even realized he'd pulled out for a second stroke. He just..he wanted-…Fuck.
He chewed on the inside of an already abused cheek, ignoring the sharp edged sting and the trickling copper as he snapped his hips. Digging himself deeper, ploughing past the barriers that had existed there before until he was left mindless. A writhing, short circuiting thing that could only understand the base shudder of the kid coming apart beneath him, and the low broken moans as he nudged the kid in just the right spot. Pumping into the man like he was trying his best to come out the other side…
More.. He needed..
They were hitting the home stretch far too soon, too damned tired to hold back anymore. Christ, he didn't even want to.. He couldn't wait. Not now, not anymore. He needed this, he needed-.. His vision stuttered, and he was suddenly underwater. He felt like he was suffocating in the best possible way as long rolling waving lapped across his consciousness.. Yes..now...
But hell if the kid was going to come before him, exhausted as he was he still had his god damned pride. So he shook off the flickering bursts and slammed back in, thrusting in at a new angle as the man groaned in kind. Plastering himself down across the kids back so he could reach the man's cock, batting the kid's hands away as he set a slow, deliberately lax pace. Flattening the kid down into the blankets every time he made to move, forcing him to just lie there and take it. …Yea' ..Like that.. Just like that..
"Glenn..Shit. Com'on!" He muttered, all but wheezing into the crook of his neck as white noise roared in his ears. Watching the frustrated, exhausted tears make tracks down the kid's cheeks as the Korean writhed, little fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as the kid moaned.
"Daryl..Daryl.. Please..Oh god.." The kid babbled, loosing it completely as he began to push back into each and every stroke. Pleading at him with every word, every stroke, like he alone could some how bring him to where he instinctively needed to go. …Hell, maybe he could..
His hand slipped as he thrust forward, skidding across the kid's skin, sending him in too fast and too deep. The sudden tightness making him bite right through his lower lip as the kid just fucking keened. Sobbing brokenly under the press as a single, almost intelligible word fell from his red bitten lips.. "..More.."
It didn't take long after that, only three, maybe four strokes until the kid was there, limbs seizing, arching out all long and slow as he rippled across the blankets. Turning into a fucked up tangle of sweat slicked skin and spurting wetness as the man came all over his sheets. Muffling a sudden, high pitched whine as the Korean's eyes slammed shut, burying his face into the pillows as he slammed into the kid a final time.
It was that final unconscious clench that did him in. The kid so caught up in his own orgasm that he brought him right down with him, his own climax barreling through him with all the subtly of a fucking train wreck.
Son of a-
The last thing he was aware of was pulling out, his movements jagged and graceless as he yanked the kid back into the curve of his chest, reclaiming a pillow and tugging up a corner of the blankets as he slid the kid in beside him. A contented purr catching in his throat as the kid wriggled, naked skin red flushed and warm as the younger man wormed his way impossibly closer. Greedy hands curling around the jutting arch of his hip as his lashes fluttered once, then twice, then-…
A/N: Please let me know if I should continue? I am considering a third part to this to detail the morning after. Reviews and constructive critiquing are love! Hits and favorites are flattering but reviews do wonders for the writing process my lovelies.
"Electric flesh- arrows traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm." -ANAISNIN, attributed - French Writers of the Past.