Some trashy beginnings of a fanfiction. (NSFW)
Dec 15, 2020 14:30:54 GMT -5
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Post by juniper on Dec 15, 2020 14:30:54 GMT -5
Well shit, He’s home. Orphic stained hands, resting on the stair rail. Wooden, dark and smooth under pale skin, fingernails ever so slightly scraping against the surface. Eyes, deserted of anything that could be described as… sane sweeping over his surroundings. Six months does that to a person, fills them so much full of longing that it masquerades the reason why they were there in the first place.
“....” a moment and he finds himself opening his mouth, trying to push out a word to two. The house feels so empty, the vast, intricate halls echoing and he finds himself silent. Not wanting to disturb the silence he had so unexpectedly walked into, for the walls talk and the better part of him knew that to fall into the sweet, and tempting lure of the households silence meant that he was a foolish man indeed.
Hair pulled back, bordering on wild, strands sticking to his cheeks, his neck and his throat. He can’t help but break the silence a few moments later, hands traveling up to his chest to pull apart the coat, slinging it over the stair railing and listening to the clang of the garment against the metal.
*And what did you learn today?* “... I learned to suck dick.” God Damn him and his quips, but never regretting them. Mildly speaking, but with a well placed accent. He’s waiting for that reply from somewhere in the house.
A few seconds and Samuel thinks that his quip had been wasted only on the houses walls, starting to climb up the stairs slowly, muscles sore, weary shoulders taut. Candlelight flickering; none of that artificial light bullshit. Shadows dancing and not just his shadow, but another— silently darting back into the darkness. “Show me?..”
Another voice, male. Soft. Tired.
Another voice, male. Soft. Tired. It makes his skin shiver slightly. “I missed you too…” the Redhead responds, raising a hand to pull the band securing his ponytail and snapping it in one fluid moment; breathing a sigh of relief as the tension leaves his scalp. “Six months is a long time…” musing softly, but pulling the band onto his wrist so he didn’t lose it, turning around to address the shadows, a smile playfully tugging at his lips. Still silence.
“Did you miss me, Alex?” Teasing, goading a response from the shadows.
“Show Me.” A growl, repeated. A hand pushing its way out of the shadows and landing on the redheads hips, pulling him into the other man’s chest. “...*Now*.” His lips so close to Sam’s temples.
“Say please.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe.” A snort, listening to their two sets of breathing; but he just can’t resist. “But I’m just so tired…”
“Please, God damnit. I’ve been waiting six months.” Nails digging in, clawing desperately.
“Where is she?” Sam murmurs, leaning his head into the others shoulder, moving his head just enough so he could see the man’s dark eyes.
“.... Not here for another month.”
“Aren’t you lucky..” still smirking and goading, letting his ass grind into the thin air, just counting down till—
“....” a moment and he finds himself opening his mouth, trying to push out a word to two. The house feels so empty, the vast, intricate halls echoing and he finds himself silent. Not wanting to disturb the silence he had so unexpectedly walked into, for the walls talk and the better part of him knew that to fall into the sweet, and tempting lure of the households silence meant that he was a foolish man indeed.
Hair pulled back, bordering on wild, strands sticking to his cheeks, his neck and his throat. He can’t help but break the silence a few moments later, hands traveling up to his chest to pull apart the coat, slinging it over the stair railing and listening to the clang of the garment against the metal.
*And what did you learn today?* “... I learned to suck dick.” God Damn him and his quips, but never regretting them. Mildly speaking, but with a well placed accent. He’s waiting for that reply from somewhere in the house.
A few seconds and Samuel thinks that his quip had been wasted only on the houses walls, starting to climb up the stairs slowly, muscles sore, weary shoulders taut. Candlelight flickering; none of that artificial light bullshit. Shadows dancing and not just his shadow, but another— silently darting back into the darkness. “Show me?..”
Another voice, male. Soft. Tired.
Another voice, male. Soft. Tired. It makes his skin shiver slightly. “I missed you too…” the Redhead responds, raising a hand to pull the band securing his ponytail and snapping it in one fluid moment; breathing a sigh of relief as the tension leaves his scalp. “Six months is a long time…” musing softly, but pulling the band onto his wrist so he didn’t lose it, turning around to address the shadows, a smile playfully tugging at his lips. Still silence.
“Did you miss me, Alex?” Teasing, goading a response from the shadows.
“Show Me.” A growl, repeated. A hand pushing its way out of the shadows and landing on the redheads hips, pulling him into the other man’s chest. “...*Now*.” His lips so close to Sam’s temples.
“Say please.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe.” A snort, listening to their two sets of breathing; but he just can’t resist. “But I’m just so tired…”
“Please, God damnit. I’ve been waiting six months.” Nails digging in, clawing desperately.
“Where is she?” Sam murmurs, leaning his head into the others shoulder, moving his head just enough so he could see the man’s dark eyes.
“.... Not here for another month.”
“Aren’t you lucky..” still smirking and goading, letting his ass grind into the thin air, just counting down till—