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Post by Lizzie on Jul 21, 2014 7:31:23 GMT
Bryant didn't stop. He was good at keeping a level head in most situations...but not tonight. All the events before and the burning heat around then and the snug warmth gripping him as he thrust int his lover. He just didn't care for paying too much attention to a reality outside of that moment. It was fucking wonderful. All of it.
He couldn't remember the last time it felt this damn good to be with him, like yeah it was generally pretty damn good, like the moments they'd had only a few hours before, but this was even better than that. He kept pushing himself into Markus, loving the feel of their bodies roughly slamming together, the sound of skin on skin and their own heavy breaths. He also loved the way Markus gripped at his hand, the way it had felt. He wouldn't realize until later what he'd done but it was fucking perfect.
The grip of his hand kept him anchored, kept him focusing on his hunter, on the way the muscles in his back rippled and how his own stomach lept each time he hit markus' sweet spot and that passage tightened around him. Hell he was so close and it felt so fucking good, he couldn't even find smug words to speak back for a change.
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Post by Shea on Jul 22, 2014 2:09:02 GMT
Markus had picked up quickly on Bryant's tells; on how his breath hitched more than anything, how his thrusts kept a pace. And how he'd stop talking. Stop smirking and taunting and teasing Markus. How he wasn't focusing on anything other than that rapidly approaching edge.
He moaned, feeling desperation start to claw at him. Pinned down by the other's body, forced to take every rough pump of Bryant's hips, Markus shuddered, muscles tensing. He couldn't move to touch himself, the soft blankets of the bed hardly enough stimulation. "Fuck, Bryant, come on, please," he hissed, starting to squirm.
Bryant had made him come, untouched, before, but it had been damn near torturous, so slowly brought to that edge as the older man had taken his pleasure. "T-touch me," he moaned, and added quietly, "please. Make me, ahhhh, make me come.."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 22, 2014 2:50:50 GMT
Bryant didn't listen right away, his mind too muddled with heat and screaming need to focus on words and thoughts. Pleasure continued to shoot through his every nerve ending, further distracting his mind. When he finally came to his senses, however, Bryant wasted no time in moving the hand that was not clutched tightly over Markus' to grip the other's swollen, leaking sex.
He grasped him tightly in his hand, pumping him quickly and fiercely to match with his thrusts. He was close, so close. "Come on babe...come for me." Bryant commanded, voice rough and deep as he jerked the other's sex, trying desperately to milk the other of his orgasm.
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Post by Shea on Jul 22, 2014 3:38:05 GMT
"Oh, fuuuck..." Markus groaned as the other fisted his cock roughly, jerking his throbbing sex as he pounded into him. His toes curled and his balls tightened at the rough command, and he choked out something like an overwhelmed sob.
He buried his face against the sheets to try and stifle any other noises he couldn't stop, fingers grasping desperately at Bryant's as his mind started reeling. There wasn't anything except the other's warmth; the other's touch. "Love you," Markus mouthed into the sheets, unable to actually say it aloud. But God, did he. So much.
"F-fuck, I'm so close," he said instead, but no sooner had the words left his mouth was his back arching, a rough cry spilling from his lips as his body locked up. "Bryant.. !" He spilled over the dark sheets and the other's calloused fingers, eyes shut tight and lips parted as he shook through his orgasm.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 22, 2014 5:25:15 GMT
He moved, practically mindless. All he could focus on was the way Markus' body squeezed around him, causing him to his, the way their hands gripped one another's so tight that their knuckles grew white...and the way the muscles in markus' back tensed before curling back like a bow pulled taunt.
It was fucking gorgeous. It was damn near enough to make him cum right along with the hunter, biting back words he was afraid to say. But the healer held out, body on fire, heat and pressure building almost painfully in his gut. And still he did not stop thrusting into the other's body, jerking him, until Markus had spilled everything he had all over his hand and the sheets.
"Fucking beautiful." He said before he could stop himself, letting out a choked moan before his own orgasm crashed over him so suddenly it took his breath, Hips tense and almost trembling as he spilled everything he had into his lover below him. "Markus!" He moaned by his ear, his hands having come to rest beside the other's head, the only thing propping him up while the remainder of his seed filled the hunter.
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Post by Shea on Jul 23, 2014 17:56:42 GMT
Markus cried out as the other buried himself deep and spilled inside of him, sharp breaths leaving his lips as the other moaned and trembled. A warm haze fell over him, body tingling, clenching around the other's length as goosebumps shivered across his skin again and faded.
He was exhausted. More than he had been after the rite. Grunting, he shifted awkwardly under Bryant's weight. "You're heavy," he teased, turning to look at him from over his shoulder.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 24, 2014 3:02:06 GMT
Bryant nipped at the other's skin, chuckling at his grunts. He didn't move right away, instead taking a few moments to just let that pleasant numb fall over him. Sex was nice, but it as different with Markus in a lot of ways. Normally he didn't feel so...content? With anyone else. It was a strange feeling and not one he had often.
When it passed, he knew it'd be gone for a while. Dread and fear and anger would take it's place, however muted unless Markus decided to be an asshole. He liked him when he was asshole so..he guess it wouldn't be too bad. As the calm started to fad, bryant pulled himself off of Markus and mindlessly reached for tissues to clean them up with before flopping down on the bed next to the hunter.
"Better, your majesty?" His lips pulled into a half smirk, his arm resting against his forhead as he looked over at the other.
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Post by Shea on Jul 24, 2014 3:16:20 GMT
Markus watched as the wildness slowly bled back into Bryant's gaze, as his body tensed up like he was expecting an attack at any minute. It hurt, to see. To know that even while he himself felt sated and content, Bryant was back on edge.
Shifting over, he threw an arm over his lover's chest, pressing lazy kisses along his jaw and neck. One day he would figure out how to stop this. How to make Bryant relax for more than a few minutes. Because watching him tense had an anxious nervousness filling his chest up.
He never knew what would make Bryant explode. What would make him retreat away from him. Sometimes, he felt like they were getting somehow. And then something would be said, or something out of both of their control would happen, and Markus would watch all his progress slip through his fingers like desert sand.
"Mm, much," he said against the skin of the other's neck, smiling against a hickey he'd left earlier that day. But his smile faded. "You're going to give yourself grey hairs," he warned the other, shifting up onto his elbows.
A thought struck him, and he sat up to pull on his discarded boxers as he told Bryant, "Roll over onto your stomach."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 24, 2014 3:29:37 GMT
He'd honestly let his mind slip, letting it think on a million things at once. Bryant tried to keep most thoughts from showing on his face but he supposed it was only easy to keep one particular thought from showing as millions cluttered his mind all at once. There were thoughts about Markus and him, about his father, about hunting, about Daeven and what it meant to stay put.
Bryant also couldn't stop the thoughts of the past, the thoughts of being betrayed by those he trusted most. A single demon had been nothing at all. If Daeven had tried to turn against him, the binding would have stopped him. This place? Staying put in one place, making 'friends' and settling down with a lover...well not settling down like a normal couple but they pretty much shared the same bed, ate at the same tables, hunted together. Neither of them had left, not yet.
He was, honestly, left waiting for the other shoe to drop. Markus' words took a moment to pull him out of his thoughts and Bryant pushed a hand through his dark hair. "Grey hair can be sexy." Bryant chuckled, trying to relax. He tossed his lover a confused look before rolling a shoulder and doing as the other ordered.
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Post by Shea on Jul 24, 2014 3:44:34 GMT
Markus snorted, rolling his eyes as he waited for Bryant to turn onto his stomach. "I guess your dad does look pretty good for being centuries old," he grinned. He took a second to admire the arch of Bryant's back, the muscles in his shoulder and ass and thighs. "You look damn good, laid out like that," he said aloud. "Prettier than a fucking picture."
Reaching into the bedside table, he pulled out the red and white tube of bengay he found there. Bryant had actually gotten it, when Markus had torn his shoulder, though it had remained unopened until then. Throwing a leg over the other's hip, he straddled his ass and popped the cap.
He didn't speak as he poured the cream over his fingers, rubbing his hands together to warm it before he placed them against his shoulders. He rubbed it into his skin, across his tense shoulders and back. And then he pressed his palms against him and slid them up to the juncture of his neck and dug his thumbs in, working hard, small circles into the flesh.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 24, 2014 5:34:21 GMT
"I will punch you" Bryant said in mock annoyance at the mention of his father's looks. It melted away and turned into something else when Markus complimented him, causing him to toss a look back at the hunter. At first he'd had something to say but his mind got caught between teasing him about the words and pretending to show off his massive ego. instead he turned his head back and rest his head on his arms.
"Tch." he finally gave in. "I work out." The hunter chuckled, watching markus's movements the best he could from his stomach. When he reached for the bengay and straddled him, he hadn't expected what came next.
Bryant knew full well that Markus could give a mean massage. He'd seen it, and he'd received it before...but right then it was some how better. With the fingers working at tense muscle, loosening the knots of stress and worry had seemed to tangle up the muscle in his neck and back he couldn't help but let out a groan of relief. "Forgot how good at that you were...." Bryant breathed out a heavy sigh, letting his body relax under the other hunter's touch.
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Post by Shea on Jul 24, 2014 18:18:58 GMT
Markus laughed aloud. "You work out, huh?" he grinned. "I'm not sure running to save your ass all day and shoveling down double cheeseburgers counts. But whatever helps you sleep better at night." He gave Bryant's bare ass a playful swat.
He poured more cream onto his hands, and went back to work spreading it over Bryant's tense back. It was finally starting to work against his hands, that warmth mint feeling that he knew would help the tense muscles relax.
He thought about pointing out that Bryant forgot because he refused to let Markus more often than he allowed him to, but he simply worked rough fingers against the tense muscle in his back. "Let me do it more often," he said instead. He liked making the other feel good. Anything that kept him next to him.
He worked down his back slowly, occasionally running his knuckles up his spine and working the muscles in his neck. He could feel the muscles starting to unwind, starting to relax, and every time he got a spot to loosen, he pressed a light kiss against it before he moved on.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 25, 2014 1:10:56 GMT
"Oi!" Bryant found himself laughing as the other gave his ass a slap. "Pretty sure what we do counts as a workout." He grinned. "You know, work and what we just did."
He let out a little sigh as the cream on Markus' hands started to tingle against his back, and the skilled fingers started to loosen the tense muscle. It was then that he felt his entire body relax, his mind seeming to forget that he should be on gaurd, that he should be waiting for something to go wrong at any moment. Markus was too good at that to think about anything other than just how good it felt.
Letting out another sigh, his lips pulled into a smile that was so different from his usual smug smirk or shit eating grin. "Yeah...maybe I will" He said, eyes closed to the soft touch and gentle kisses that felt like a whisper against his skin. Without the tension in his muscles or the fear swimming in his brain, he felt himself starting to sleep down into a warm sort of comfort that usually only came from drinking and sex with the hunter that straddled him, working his talented hands over his back. It was nice and, mindlessly, he found himself saying words aloud he didn't think he ever would. "nn. Love you."
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Post by Shea on Jul 25, 2014 3:24:35 GMT
The fondness that welled in Markus' chest at the other's laugh and content smile was nearly overwhelming. Seeing him finally relax, and knowing he had caused it, had a tender smiling pulling at his own mouth. He wanted to make him happy. He wanted to make him feel safe. Wanted to take him pain, and make him feel loved.
He'd fallen for him, and hard. He hated it sometimes. But times like this... it wasn't so bad. "You should. It would do wonders for you mood," he teased.
And then he paused. And froze. Had... no, there was no way Bryant would say that. He never would. He hadn't when Markus lay dying. He wouldn't then.
But Markus knew what he heard. And everything was screaming in him to move. But to do what? Pretend he hadn't heard? Should he say it back, but not make it a big deal? He knew they were the safer options. He knew Bryant wouldn't respond well to being pushed.
But God, what if this was his only chance to hear him say that? What if he let this go, and then never got to hear how the other felt again?
"What... did you just say?" Markus spoke before he could bite his tongue. And then he tensed, waiting for the explosion that was sure to follow, biting his lip and trying to ignore the tightness in his throat. He shouldn't have asked. He'd blown it. Bryant was going to shove him off, he was going to run away, he wasn't going to look back.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 25, 2014 5:09:44 GMT
Tonight had been a fucking mess. It really had with Daeven getting hexed, that stupid girl rushing in where she had no business and then the 'fight' him and markus had gotten into... Now he was so content, so much more than he'd been in a long time. Everything had worked out alright. They'd fucked and then his lover had given him a massage. For Bryant that's about as good as any night got.
Still, it just...had seemed so much better than it normally was. There was a relief he hadn't allowed himself to feel that he was just now, with his muscles relaxed and his body spent, that he was finally allowing himself to feel after all this time. He'd seen markus almost die, he'd watched a lot of shit and yet, somehow, even with the work they did and how they could go at each other some times...here they were. It was fucking scary close to a normal couple and even if it wasn't just right, they were still together enough so that Markus was being gentle, being caring and he was LETTING him.
Honestly, any other time he might have pushed the words off, ignored them, avoided them. But he didn't. For the first time he wasn't going to. If he did, what would happen? This would all fade to fucking dust and he'd be left with nothing. All for what? For fear, for pride? for his patehtic snowflake ego? "I love you." he said quietly. Then he squared his shoulders, urging Markus to move before turning and looking at him, seriousness writ across his face.
Nah, he couldn't just say it like that. Not like he was as much of a pussy as he really was. So he stared the hunter in the eyes and said. "I know that love is just a shout into the fucking void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all going to fucking die in the end probably bloodier than we want and that there will come a day when all our work to save this fucking world means nothing and it turns to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have...but fuck. I'm in love with you." When he finally stopped he feared what Markus would say. This wasn't them. This...these words. But who ever said it couldn't be? Who got to decide if it was right or wrong to admit it at least this one fucking time?
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