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Post by Shea on Jul 16, 2014 5:14:27 GMT
Markus liked what he could do to Bryant. Liked that he knew the other -- or at least his body -- so well that he could drive him crazy with lust. When he'd slept with Jaime, the other had been pliant, taking whatever Markus had given and doing whatever he'd wished. He didn't want that. He wanted someone to tell him the filthy thing they wanted to do, wanted someone to fight him for dominance.
And Con... Constantine had been sweet. He had been gentle, more concerned for Markus' pleasure than his own. He'd loved him, Markus knew; he'd told him, he'd shown him. But back then, Constantine wasn't what he'd needed. And he wasn't what the older hunter had needed. It'd hurt, watching him go.
Bryant wasn't perfect. Bryant hurt him nearly as much as he made him happy. But right then, with the other hungrily kissing down his chest and stomach, with how he gave and took equally, he was perfect for Markus. He was what he needed. And Markus loved him. For the first time in his life, he loved someone.
He thought he'd loved his professor. He thought he might love Constantine, or even Jaime. But he hadn't. He knew he loved Bryant. And it was terrifying and painful, and he hated it.
He gripped the other's dark hair tight, a harsh breath falling from his kiss-swollen lips as the other teased his throbbing sex with his mouth. "Don't," Markus groaned. He smirked, even if the other couldn't see it. "Fuck me, don't fuck WITH me... you goddamn tease. I'll tie you up and play with your ears until you cream your damn pants like a teenager if I have to.."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 16, 2014 9:39:00 GMT
Bryant smirked, his blue eyes looking up at markus with a smug smile on his face. "Will you? I don't know about that. Think you'd get tired of teasing and ride my dick like the desperate thing you can be, babe." Bryant bit the inside of his thigh and let out a low growling sound. He thought of teasing more, of making Markus so frustrated just to see what he would do..but he could be nice.
Sometimes, times like this, he wanted to be a little nice. Just for him...just because of what he meant to him.
So, instead of being cruel and teasing him, Bryant settled himself over the other's hips, tossing one predatory glance, offering a smirk before gripping the base of the other's cock and sucking him into his mouth. Bryant was good at a lot of things, and, having a partner that was hung like a horse had made him pretty damn skilled at ignoring his initial gag reflex. He continued to watch the other man's face, taking him deep into his throat until his nose met with the rough curls at the base of the other's cock. The healer hummed around the length, hollowing his cheeks before pulling off of him and back down over his length.
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Post by Shea on Jul 16, 2014 17:45:31 GMT
Markus let out a noise embarrassingly close to a whine, squirming in an effort to not let his hips buck. The heat of the hunter's mouth alone was enough to make the pit in his stomach curl tighter, and he reached to grab at the other's dark hair with a hand to give himself an anchor.
If Bryant thought he had been making noises before, he definitely was now; unable to stop the stuttering breaths and gasped sighs. He refused to think about the reason Bryant was so good at this. What mattered was that he was with him, now. But the hand in hair gripped tighter, and not because of the pleasure.
He did buck his hips up when the other pulled off of him, an unconscious jolt that had him thrusting himself down the other's throat as he came back down. He stilled immediately, eyes unfocused as he glanced down at him. "Fuucck, sorry.." he groaned. Bryant looked damn good between his legs..
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 17, 2014 7:11:03 GMT
That was it. Those sounds. Markus could be smug all he wanted, try to deny him those sounds but they both always fucking caved. It's how they were with each other. Harsh words, pride, and smugness but they were really just each other's bitch...even if they didn't want to admit it. Least of all not be vocal about it. But they were.
So much so that Bryant took the cock that was shoved down his throat and didn't bitch. He did shoot Markus a look at the burn he felt in his throat, but still chuckled. His hands gripped The hunter's ass, urging him to thrust into bryant's throat. When he didn't do so right away, bryant sucked more eagerly at him.
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Post by Shea on Jul 17, 2014 7:25:25 GMT
Markus laughed himself, a breathy exhale of a laugh, at the look Bryant shot him. But he was relieved, too. If he'd pissed the other off, or hurt him, Bryant would have made sure he knew. Instead he tried to encourage him to fuck his throat, and that sent Markus' head spinning so quickly he didn't move at first. Bryant didn't normally do this, and on the rare occasions he did, he held Markus down and did as he pleased.
"Shit," the blonde hunter hissed, bucking into the other's harsh sucks. He didn't thrust too quickly, or too deep, but God did it feel good, taking and abusing the other's mouth, if only barely. He tugged again at his dark hair, his other hand fisted into the sheets as he let out broken moans.
The things Bryant managed to do to him, no one else had ever been able to. He wondered, sometimes, if this was what everyone romantic out there claimed: that sex felt better with someone you loved. He tried not to think too much about it, but the rush that gave him...
He stilled his hips, sucking in a desperate breath, gently urging Bryant off his swollen sex. "H-hey, enough," he murmured. "Come here.." and he dragged him up into a deep kiss.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 17, 2014 16:09:47 GMT
When they were sober was when they were the meanest assholes you'd ever meet. Okay, maybe not the meanest but not the nicest either. Bryant was the smarky asshole and Markus was always the one that tried to act rugged and worn down...which he was, but he did it with a stick up his ass. What could Bryant say? It's part of his charm. It made things fun
But when they were shit faced drunk either on liquor or on each other? That's when they were a heal of a lot less mean. You might even mistake their relationship for somewhat healthy if you saw them...but chances are, if you saw them, it'd be fucking the shit out of each other on the nearest surface.
Like right then...well, kind of. This was one of those rare moments where Bryant was driven partly by worry and love and partly by his own arousal so things were a little closer to what a normal couple would look like. He didn't fight Markus, let him use his throat and relaxed, drinking in all that the gruff hunter gave...And when he pulled him up, Markus' breathing desperate and his kiss more than just the kiss of a horny man, Bryant really fucking loved him.
He kissed him hard, running a hand into the blonde mess of hair and pulling it only enough to make kissing him easier, deeper.
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Post by Shea on Jul 17, 2014 17:26:04 GMT
Markus moaned into the kiss, willingly giving up control as the other pulled on his hair. Practiced fingers popped the button of Bryant's jeans, and he all but ripped them down his hips, taking his boxers with them. As good as everything felt, Markus was getting impatient. He wrapped worn fingers around Bryant, thumb smearing the precum that had formed at the tip and no doubt left a wet spot on his boxers before he took them both in hand and stroked them together.
"Nn, fuck.." he sighed, working his hand over their flesh, paying most attention to the dripping slit of Bryant's throbbing dick. One day he'd force himself, and his lover, to take things slowly. He'd force him to actually make love with him, and not just fuck him. But right then that's not what either of them needed. "What do you want?" he asked, voice rough. "We can finish like this, or I can get you off with my mouth... ahh, or you can come inside me. What's it gonna be, babe? 'Cause I'm tired of the foreplay." He smirked at him.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 17, 2014 18:16:59 GMT
"You fucking my throat was foreplay?" Bryant gave a broken chuckle, groaning shortly after as Markus jerked them both. God damn he loved he didn't remember getting so turned on but he almost hadn't thought it was possible to be even more so when Markus asked him about what he wanted to do.
What did he want to do? Fuck if he knew. He was content to just have markus jerk them off while he abused the hunter's lips and throat.Well, almost. The way Markus spoke made him imagine just how nice it would be to cum in his mouth...or inside of him. You didn't just give a man that kind of choice to make. Slim hips thrust up into Markus' hand. "Mmm I dunno babe. you're givin' me too many choices. What happened with being a demanding lil princess?" The healer teased giving the hunter's should a sharp nip.
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Post by Shea on Jul 17, 2014 18:29:00 GMT
"Sure it was," Markus grinned, enjoying the way Bryant's eyebrows pinched together and his lips parted on a groan. He was gorgeous. He'd never dare insult the man by saying it aloud, except for when he was teasing him and wanting a reaction. But truly, Bryant was gorgeous. Everything about him. Markus had a hard time believing the hunter found him attractive enough to sleep with, sometimes.
Well. A lot of the time. He hated to admit it, but Daeven was better looking than he was. And Bryant had chosen him over the demon. Hissing at the sharp bite to his shoulder, Markus gripped their hard flesh and stilled his hand. "Fuck you. I'm not a princess. Princess' aren't demanding. If anything, I'm a fucking queen." Stroking them again, teasingly slowly, he arched an eyebrow. "And maybe I just wanna see if you've got the balls to take what you want. You talk a big game, Bryant. Can you back it up?"
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 18, 2014 5:28:58 GMT
A queen. Fucking hell if he wasn't so turned on he might have made a few choice comments. Instead As the hand stroked his cock Markus's words brought rise to his pride. Well only so much. Part of the reason he wasted no time pulling the other's fist from their cocks and turning him over had more to do with 'rising to the occassion' as it were. If Markus wanted him to take what he want...then he would.
"Queen huh? Remind me to find you a crown." He snatched a bottle from the bedside table. It certainly wasn't the first time they'd done this, and Bryant was an asshole but he wasn't about to take his lover dry. He could be sweeter than that. Slicking his cock up, one hand pressed to markus' broad back as he leaned down near his ear.
"I'll get you a crown, then fuck you just like this, your majesty." HIs words were low and rough before his lips nipped the edge of the scarred lobe. The hand that held him down was firm, showing his dominance over Markus but, even still, the hand that was at his hip was light and paused for a moment to give him a chance to object before spreading his cheeks. They had fucked earlier before everything had gone to shit. Both pent up after a week of almost nothing because of being too damn tired. Still, Bryant, as hard as he was couldn't resist a golden opportunity to tease him.
With his still slick fingers, he moved over the other's tanned cheek, then between his legs to press against his entrance. It didn't take too much to slip two fingers inside of him, thrusting them deep and stretching him out further. He curled on each thrust, searching for that spot that he could milk until the little queen demanded more.
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Post by Shea on Jul 18, 2014 12:11:15 GMT
"I'll wear it with fucking pride," Markus laughed, settling easily on his stomach and arching his back to raise his ass. One day, he kept telling himself, he'd make Bryant make love to him and not just fuck him. One day. But he was still angry, and horny, and the words his lover breathed against his ear had him groaning as he trailed a hand down his back and held him down with the other.
He wasn't expecting the fingers he got instead of the other's hard cock, knowing he could still take the other from when they'd fucked earlier. Hell, it hadn't even been two full hours since. But he wasn't going to complain. Breathing out a pleased moan, he arched farther into those talented fingers, head pillowed on his arms, fingers tangling into the sheets.
A stuttered cry fell from his lips as the other found his prostate, and it faded off into a drawn-out whine as Bryant kept teasing it, rubbing hard circles over it with his fingers before he pulled them out, only to thrust them back in. It made his legs shake and his head spin. He thought about shoving a hand under himself, of touching himself until he got off, but he felt too good to move.
And it wasn't long before he got impatient, thrusting back against the fingers working into him. "Fuck, babe, c'mon," he hissed, needing more than just Bryant's slim fingers. "Call me a queen all you fucking want, but 'm not delicate. Fuck me, already. Want your dick.."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 19, 2014 7:28:10 GMT
Smirking down at his lover he liked the way he squirmed. Markus wasn't the most sensitive guy when it came to sexual encounters and Bryant had had louder...but he liked what he got from the hunter by just abusing his prostate and getting him to leak all over the still stained sheets.
He couldn't help but like getting him to moan like that, to call him babe. Not to mention...getting the other to tell him he wanted his dick. Hell yes. Waiting to fuck him was better than just taking him in a rush. Markus might talk a lot and challenge Bryant, but right then was as close as he'd get to an actual beg. It was cute...but it was also sexy as hell.
The dark haired hunter pulled his hands free, biting at the scarred, tan back before pulling back, hand still between Markus' shoulder blades as his other pulled apart his cheeks. He teased the head of his own dripping, swollen cock around the other's entrance but only for a moment before plunging deep inside of him. Someday he could go slow, take him sweet and tender...maybe.
He let out a low growl, cock buried to the base in the warm, slick passage. "Like this, y'majesty?" Voice low and rumbling out of his throat like a growl; Bryant started to thrust, slow but hard and deep each time.
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Post by Shea on Jul 19, 2014 20:33:18 GMT
Markus shuddered, gripping the sheets below him so tight his knuckles shown white and his eyes threatened to roll. "Fuck, yeah, like that," he raised his hips more, choking as Bryant thrust deeper, rubbing over his prostate and making his cock twitch.
He loved when they fucked so close together. He loved that he could take him so easily and Bryant could be rough with him. He was big, so big, that the first time they had sex it burned. It hurt so badly they spent most of the time having to wait for him to adjust.
But now, still loose from earlier, Markus rolled his hips back into every thrust, sharp pants falling from kiss-bruised lips until he was almost dizzy with lack of air. "Fuck, you feel so good," Markus told him, uncaring how he must sound. He wasn't so insecure that he wouldn't let Bryant know he was doing a damn good job; what he was doing to him. "Right there, babe, fuck, harder, come on..."
Raising his hips higher, he shoved a hand under himself, fisted his throbbing sex but not doing anything else. He wanted to, god did he, but between Bryant sucking him off and fingering him, he didn't want to come too soon. He wanted this pleasure racing through him to last. "God, you're fucking big..."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 20, 2014 15:09:44 GMT
Markus moaning was probably one of the most damn satisfying things he'd ever heard in his long life. He acted so tough, so proud but he wasn't shy and Bryant LOVED it. Christ did it only make him more turned on, too...if that was even fucking possible with how hard he was ramming against the hunter's prostate. "Goddamn." The healer hissed out, breaking the smug look he had on his face as Markus' body tightened around him ever so slightly.
"Not...god you feel good...not tight like before but still squeezin' me tight." He slammed into him letting out a groan. "Every fucking time I hit that."Bryant took his hand from Marku's back, instead choosing to take that hand he had grasping his cock and pinned it away from Markus' body, doing something he wouldn't remember doing later as he laced their fingers together and succumbed to Markus' demands.
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Post by Shea on Jul 21, 2014 6:07:08 GMT
Markus started to laugh, but as the other took his hand and pumped his hips faster, it shattered into a broken moan of the other's name. "Y-you tryin' to tell me that I'm lose?" he asked, as playful as he could get his voice with how hard it had gotten to speak.
He curled his fingers tighter around Bryant's, more than aware of what he was doing. He had to wonder if Bryant realized. But he wasn't going to say anything. He prayed to God the other didn't realized and took his hand away. Thinking he might only made him clutch him tighter, knowing it would break his heart that Bryant wouldn't even be comfortable giving him that much.
He moved his hips back against every thrust, praise and moans falling from his lips. "You fuck so good, babe, shit.. never fucking had someone as good as you. Don't stop. God, d-don't fucking stop..."
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