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Post by Lizzie on Jul 10, 2014 4:41:22 GMT
Bryant almost said something, almost protested. If he was going to mock him so fucking help him.... BUt Markus didn't. Markus didn't say a word and he didn't need to as he pushed him down and bit at his lip. He didn't struggle, not much anyway, only slightly tugging at his hands but giving up easily as his own tongue darted out to swipe against Markus'.
They weren't good with words, not good with emotions...but they were good with this, good at this. He surged up, kissing at Markus' lips, nibbling at the other's bottom lip. "You're way of making me shut up?" Bryant smirked, kissing him again the best he could from his current position.
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Post by Shea on Jul 10, 2014 4:49:21 GMT
Markus kept pulling away as Bryant tried to kiss him, only giving him short, quick kisses every time the other seemed to give up on getting one. He smirked at him. "What was it you once told me? I sound better when I'm not talking?"
This time he kissed him fully, thighs tightening around the other's hips if he got any idea of trying to throw him off. Truthfully, he wanted to say more. He wanted to let the other know that he felt the same. He sort of wanted to say even more. But he knew he'd either end up stumbling over his words and coming off differently than he meant, or Bryant wouldn't want to hear it.
This, he knew what he was doing. He knew what Bryant liked, and he did it; bit hard at his bottom lip before kissing along his jaw to his ear to nibble on the pierced lobe. One of his hands let go of Bryant's wrists, trailing his fingers over the other's shoulder to his neck. He left it there, not putting pressure on it, but holding his head still nonetheless as he continued to suck at bite at the outter ridge of his ear.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 10, 2014 10:16:59 GMT
He could break free if he REALLY wanted. They both knew that. Markus wasn't in the right state to ACTUALLY hold him down. Not really. He still groaned, his body arching ever so slightly beneath the other hunter.
"Fucking hell..." Bryat sucked in a breath that sounded a lot like a hiss as Markus nibbled at his ear. His ear was impossibly sensitive and, usually, he made sure to keep Markus away from his ears. Of course he'd use it right then to exploit a weakness. What a perfect asshole, he thought.
His hips moved and he let out low groans of pleasure. "Jesus christ Markus..."
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Post by Shea on Jul 10, 2014 15:09:54 GMT
Markus let a soft, breathy laugh against Bryant's ear, nuzzling his temple before his tongue darted out to trace along the cartilage. When he'd first discovered how sensitive the other's ears were, Bryant had nearly decked him to make him stop. Now, with the other not fighting, just giving those gorgeous noises, Markus felt something like tenderness well in his chest.
They might not be a traditional couple. But Bryant trusted him, now. He cared for him. He rocked his ass down against Bryant's shifting hips as he continued to tease the other's ear, giving the pierced lobe a harsh tug. Bryant didn't typically let him take control. He didn't normally let him tease him. And he wasn't going to pass it up.
Any other time, and he'd taunt him for him. But right then he was too happy to suck once more at the lobe, and then trail kisses down his throat, across it; he nipped his way up his jaw, and ran his tongue over the hunter's other ear.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 11, 2014 3:38:37 GMT
If it had been anyone else...he would have decked him, would have pushed him off. His ears were too sensitive, making him shiver ad make sounds he was realy not fucking comfortable with when it came to anyone else...but he didn't deck Markus. He didn't want to hit him. Sure a lot of times he thought about it. And he'd shove him, they'd threaten each other...but he never outright punched him.
Maybe it was fear. How fragile was whatever the fuck this was? He didn't know...but he also didn't want to chance it. He was such a fucking girl and god damn even more so right then as Markus sucked and ran his tongue over his ear.
"YOu little bastard." He chuckled, voice breathy as he pushed his hips, the hard bulge in his pants grinding up into Markus' ass.
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Post by Shea on Jul 11, 2014 3:55:49 GMT
Markus reveled in the noises Bryant made; pleased little sighs and moans, breathy exhales. It was rare that he did, when they fucked. He was always so quiet. Maybe it was because of how close Markus was, but he enjoyed the noises he was drawing from his lover even more than the hardness grinding against him.
"Shut up," Markus told him, harshly nipping at the shell of his ear. "I like you better when you're making those gorgeous noises for me than when you're talking." His words didn't hold any bite to them, and he nuzzled at Bryant's buzzed hairline.
He wondered how long the other hunter would allow him this before he got tired of it. His fingers tightened around Bryant's wrists, an unconscious gesture, as he traced around the plug in his ear with his tongue. The hand not holding him trailed down his neck, running his nails across his broad chest and over a nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt he wore. It was in the way, as were the rest of his lover's clothes, but he wasn't going to be the one to give up his advantage.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 11, 2014 6:03:43 GMT
That did it. Fucking christ Markus was...Markus was a lot of things but right then he as pushing his damn luck with how much he teased. Bryant had been worried, concerned...not an emotion he showed often...but now? Now he was horny and ready to tear Markus' ratty clothes off and let them be damned to hell like the both of them sure as hell were by now.
And with that, he jerked his hands free, doing so easily, and gripped the hunter's slim hips, flipping him on the bed to push the blonde into the mattress. "Gorgeous noises huh?" Bryant almost growled, pinning him to the bed after ripping the offensive shirt from his broad body and tossing it away somewhere. His lips forcefully took the other hunter's, one hand already working at the faded and ripped blue jeans.
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Post by Shea on Jul 11, 2014 6:20:21 GMT
Markus wasn't surprised when Bryant finally snapped, and he easily lifted his arms to help rid himself of the old, faded shirt he'd had on. He was laughing as he hit the mattress. He'd started laughing more, around Bryant. And smiling. Sure, they fought. And annoyed the living hell out of each other.
But Bryant... made him happy. Well, happier. Happier than he'd been in long, long time. It was more than enough.
"Yeah, gorgeous noises." Markus smirked up at him as he broke their kiss, lifting his hips to let his lover rip his jeans away. He kicked them off the foot of the bed, and dragged him back down for a bruising kiss, hands going under Bryant's shirt to touch over his stomach and chest, thumbs rubbing against his nipples.
He broke away to tug the shirt off. "You get really breathy when I play with your ears. It's cute as shit," he teased. "And I bet I could get you off from just doing that and grinding a little against your dick, no problem." Reaching between his lover's legs, he gave the heavy heat there a hard squeeze. "'Cause you're so fucking hard right now it's ridiculous. Don't even try to lie."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 15, 2014 4:54:40 GMT
Bryant let out a groan, gripping his wrist and pinning it beside the other's head. "You're damn fucking right I'm hard right now. I'm not some shy school girl who's gonna like about you making my panties wet while you finger me. Fucking hell." Bryant chuckled, biting at his lip as he ground his hips into the other's. "Pretty sure my dick against that tight ass of yours was a little too obvious to hide."
This time it was Bryant's turn to pin Markus' wrists above his head, on hand running over the other's scarred chest. Sometimes he wondered what Markus would have looked like in his college days, before the scars and before he 'let himself go' so to speak. Not that He too much minded where he et himself go to. Bryant was more than a little obviously attracted to him. The hardness in his pants and the need in his gut was proof of that. He took The other's lips hard, almost bruising, while his hand raked over the other's toned stomach and gripped his 'boyfriend's hard cock.
"let's see you make some gorgeous noises for me, huh?"
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Post by Shea on Jul 15, 2014 6:06:21 GMT
Markus made a thoughtful noise, ignoring how his hips rocked up against Bryant on their own and the way he had to suck in a shaky breath. "Mnn, can't decide if you'd look good or just fucking hilarious in panties," he mused, giving the other a sly smirk.
His entire body arched up into the other's touch, goosebumps rising across his tanned skin as nails ran down his chest and stomach. His abdomen hitched as the touch turned more gentle; moved lower. When Bryant finally wrapped his worn fingers around him, he rocked up into the touch, eyes fluttering as his lips parted.
Bryant was good at this. He was good at a lot of things. But he'd never understand why a hand job did him in more than anything else. Maybe it was because he saw on a daily basis what damage those hands could do. The death they could bring. To have them pleasing him... he groaned, softly. His touch was always rough, but he never hurt him. Maybe it was because this was as close as he got to something tender and... loving from the other man.
He looked over his face with half-lidded eyes. "You're gonna have to work for 'em," Markus taunted.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 16, 2014 1:48:00 GMT
Bryant laughed at the comment about panties and squeezed him tighter in his hand. "I'd look fucking hilarious." he grinned, biting at the other's throat even as it rumbled out more words, words of challenge which Bryant would have almost disappointed to not hear. He'd grown accustomed to their way. Their back and forth, challenging one another's pride and just...each other to make the other work for it.
Well that always started out as the intention, but, when they got down to it their stubbornness didn't often outweigh their want for one another...
Stroking at Markus's cock, teeth leaving their marks over his throat, Bryant gave a little rumble of a sound deep in his throat. "Hmm work for it? Really? You think so?" His thumb ghosted over the top, teasing the slit. "You're already starting to make 'em for me."
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Post by Shea on Jul 16, 2014 2:10:41 GMT
"I dunno," Markus sighed. "I think, with the right pair, you'd look damn fuckable. But maybe I'm just weird.."
He tilted his head, enjoying the other leaving marks across his neck. The others would tease him for the hickeys tomorrow, but he liked them. He liked that Bryant left marks on him. He didn't have a fetish for being CLAIMED, but he wore them like badges, because Bryant wanted him enough to leave them.
When they fought, Markus liked to look at them and remember that even if the other hunter might not be able to stand him sometimes, other times he treated him almost like he loved him. In his own way, of course.
A choked breath fell from his lips, and he bucked into the other's fist. A lazy smirk spread across his face. "You think what I'm making is anything to the mess of breathy pants and poorly-stifled whines you were making for me? Please, babe. These are just... encouragement. So you know you're at least going in the right direction and so I don't damage your poor, delicate ego..."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 16, 2014 2:53:11 GMT
Cnuckling against Markus's skin, he bit down on his neck, his hand stroking at the other's cock, his grip firm and, occassionally, he'd squeeze the base tightly in his fist. "Yeah we wouldn't want my poor ego to get bruised. It's got nothing to do with how much you want me, right?" The healer turned hunter almost growled out, his voice light as he did so.
Markus could piss him off if he wanted, he had the power, but bryant knew what the younger hunter was doing. The bitch. But He liked it. Sometimes bryant liked the sound of his voice, not that he'd admit it, as it was proof that he was still alive...that he was here with him and Bryant hadn't really seeped into the dark and into the madness that the power he had inside of him could hold.
Not to mention, it was always proof that Markus was his. Sure, they didn't say it much, and if Markus wanted someone else he'd get pissed off and walk away...but until he straight up said it? The hunter was his and he'd make sure EVERYONE knew that. Even markus, in his on way.
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Post by Shea on Jul 16, 2014 3:05:33 GMT
Markus groaned, not even bothering to try and cover the noise. It felt good, and he didn't care if Bryant teased him for it. Which is why he allowed himself to say, "Fuck yes, I want you. I want you so fucking bad."
He tugged at the hand pinning him down. Even though Bryant was stronger than him, one hand wasn't enough to keep him down. He finally got tired of being pinned and pulled his arms free, reaching to drag his lover down into a hard kiss. He hands trailed from his neck down his throat, and over his shoulders, gripping at the muscled back as he thrust into the other's strokes.
Pulling him closer, he kissed along his jaw to bite at his earlobe again. "You should suck my dick," he grinned, tongue teasing the stretched lobe.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 16, 2014 4:44:06 GMT
Bryant definitely liked Markus' sounds. Playing coy asn't his game. Fuck being coy. he wanted Markus to say when he wanted to be fucked because he was sure as hell going to tell Markus. Rght then, he wanted to fuck markus so hard he'd screaming so loud the rest of the damn makeshift inn could hear it.
But After Markus' hungry lips pressed against his and then his tongue licked and bit at his lobe. Fucking christ it was fuck him right then or suck him off. Maybe he'd give Markus what he wanted for a change...Maybe.
The healer let out a groan and a heavy breath, his hand digging into Markus' hip as the other's strokes became sloppy and erratic. "I should, huh? Fuck...maybe I'm feelin' generous." He finally groaned, pushing Markus back against the bed with a strong hand at his throat, just enough for the other hunter to feel the pressure before he nipped a hungry path down Markus' chest and torso.
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