Lavernius Tucker (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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shorterpass2016-03-18 02:24 pm
bestsword) wrote in shorterpass2016-03-18 02:24 pm
MONSTER AU MASTERPOST
we know what we're here for :V
Yeah? [He can't help the way his voice pitches halfway through the word when Wash touches at him.] Holy fuck.
[Tucker takes a breath and holds it, presses his forehead against Wash's shoulder and clutches at his shirt. Even just the way the base of his horns press against the muscle gets to him, it's really been too long.] Ffffffuck, dude.
[Tucker takes a breath and holds it, presses his forehead against Wash's shoulder and clutches at his shirt. Even just the way the base of his horns press against the muscle gets to him, it's really been too long.] Ffffffuck, dude.
[Wash cranes his neck downward, pecking the base of Tucker's horns, the little semicircles where the hard keratin meets his skin. Finding out just how much Tucker likes his horns and wings played with had been a good night. Wash could probably stand to tease him a little less, but... it's hard when his horns are right there.
His hand means business, at least. He runs the pads of his fingers through Tucker's slit, slow, with intent.]
His hand means business, at least. He runs the pads of his fingers through Tucker's slit, slow, with intent.]
[The sound he makes is almost a whimper into his shoulder. Tucker rolls his hips down onto Wash's hand, shuddering at the attention and feeling Wash's dick against his skin. It's hot, and the skin to skin is great, and he's glad Wash still has his shirt on so he can have something to grip on to besides his tail.
Tucker's voice comes out quiet against him:] Still haven't said what you wanna do.
Tucker's voice comes out quiet against him:] Still haven't said what you wanna do.
I want to be inside you. Just -- as long as we can. [His breath hitches.] Like feeling you. [And Tucker rocking gentle on his dick is like a strong hit of that, that intimacy while Wash twines his arms around him and they move together in tandem. He can't think of a better way to end Tucker's month-long drought than that.
Wash's hips jump upward with the friction, grinding up against Tucker a few times. He holds steady when Tucker returns the favor, rutting into Wash's palm.]
That sound good to you?
Wash's hips jump upward with the friction, grinding up against Tucker a few times. He holds steady when Tucker returns the favor, rutting into Wash's palm.]
That sound good to you?
God. [It's almost breathless, but Tucker nuzzles into his cheek, a bit of color in his eyes. Something there clicking back into place as they move together. It isn't much, but there's a bit of life back in the shadows of his eyes.] God, fuck yeah it does.
You've got way more stamina than me anyway. It'll work out.
You've got way more stamina than me anyway. It'll work out.
Good. Perfect. [Wash is aware he sounds goofy, but he's riding that high, the knife-edge I'm about to get laid excitement. He feels like... a held breath. Waiting for it.]
Better get you ready, [Wash mumbles. Tucker's been too long without sex, but they still have to wait this little bit together, drag it out until the moment is just right. He kisses up his horn again, angling his hand to skate his thumb over Tucker's clit.]
Better get you ready, [Wash mumbles. Tucker's been too long without sex, but they still have to wait this little bit together, drag it out until the moment is just right. He kisses up his horn again, angling his hand to skate his thumb over Tucker's clit.]
You're killing me here. [If Wash is going to take his time while Tucker's this tired waiting, then he will too. He loosens his tail, just to get some slack, and rub against the shaft of Wash's cock between them.]
Did you really not know that's why I was holding out?
Did you really not know that's why I was holding out?
No. I really didn't. God, Tucker, I thought I did something wrong, I missed the hell out of... [being with you] out of this.
[his voice breaks on the words when tucker rolls his weight against his shaft. wash kicks his hips against him before he can stop himself, muffling a moan of tucker's name.]
[his voice breaks on the words when tucker rolls his weight against his shaft. wash kicks his hips against him before he can stop himself, muffling a moan of tucker's name.]
Dude, when the hell have I ever been quiet when someone does something wrong?
[Ah but that. That's doing some good, the motions, the sounds. He opens his wings a bit, trying to get a better position but his knees just aren't in it. With a slow exhale, Tucker carefully pulls Wash's hand from under him to sit back on his thighs.]
...Sounded good just then.
[Ah but that. That's doing some good, the motions, the sounds. He opens his wings a bit, trying to get a better position but his knees just aren't in it. With a slow exhale, Tucker carefully pulls Wash's hand from under him to sit back on his thighs.]
...Sounded good just then.
[That gets a laugh out of Wash. Tucker's right, though. They have fights all the time, big and small -- if something had been wrong, they would have talked about it (or yelled about it). But hindsight is 20/20, and unimportant when they're fixing it now.]
Yeah? Did I? [Tucker's moving around almost like a pet circling their bed to try to find the comfiest spot. Wash tries to help, reorienting his hands to grab at Tucker's hips, pulling him up his thighs and against Wash's dick. Tucker's getting visibly impatient. Wash could tease him forever, now isn't the time.] Good to know. Won't try to stop the next one. [It's against his nature to be loud, but Tucker does love it.]
Yeah? Did I? [Tucker's moving around almost like a pet circling their bed to try to find the comfiest spot. Wash tries to help, reorienting his hands to grab at Tucker's hips, pulling him up his thighs and against Wash's dick. Tucker's getting visibly impatient. Wash could tease him forever, now isn't the time.] Good to know. Won't try to stop the next one. [It's against his nature to be loud, but Tucker does love it.]
Good. [He kisses at Wash's jaw, inhales sharply feeling the warmth pressed up between them. He missed this. He missed it more than he'd care to admit aloud even to Church. He'd probably get laughed at for the sentimentality. But here? Here, it's okay. Tucker moves to mouth and teeth at his neck, pull at his shirt.
'Impatient' is about right.] Fuck, you're hot.
'Impatient' is about right.] Fuck, you're hot.
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