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NSFW threads post: exitvoid

Because Richard and Alec will do it, this is a spill-over post for the various situations so that they don't, ah, clog up the game comm. NSFW.

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Richard was maybe a little too far gone to argue, too, but he would have let Alec win it, anyway. What use did he have for winning most arguments against Alec, anyway?

"To you... Back again."

And then Alec moved, under him, the shift (besides the kiss) changing the angle just enough that Richard stiffened with pleasure, then moved faster, his breaths changing from gasped to cried out, against Alec's lips. His nails dug into the floor, hips stuttering as he tried to hold back just a little longer, to teeter on the edge of exquisite back-and-forth, of complete sharing, before he toppled beyond recovery.

Perhaps as much use as Alec had for winning them, but he still grinned like he'd conquered an obstacle, the words meaning almost as much as the way that Richard's body shifted against him.

Alec could feel how close he was, and he kept pushing Richard through the shift, kept chasing his own pleasure as well. His hips pressed into Richard, too far gone to have any sort of sensible rhythm and too close to the edge to find words for response when the smug smile and the way his hands tightened on Richard's hips said enough.

Richard's body tensed, whipcord tight, and moved with heightened urgency. His eyes didn't stray from the green ones - while, for one thing in his life, he would yield, on the 'which one will let go first' - he wasn't going to lose the battle of losing himself in his own pleasure, rather than giving all he had, as well as receiving.

When he came, it was with a low cry that he bit his lip over, then, with the next thrust, he let go, Alec's name tumbling out as he painted the chest of the man under him in pale, hot lines.

He was beautiful, always that, but even more so in the current moment, when he was so thoroughly Alec's that there couldn't be any doubt, that the call of his name was implicit before it was said.

Alec didn't stop moving to watch him only because he couldn't afford to, because he was so close himself that it was impossible to make himself slow down, to appreciate the moment, and because it was better to make more moments like it anyway. Richard was here, with him, and everything might not be okay, but at the moment it was good, and that was more than he deserved, enough to make his pleasure complete.

Richard stuttered, on top of him, and only stilled for a moment, when sensations overwhelmed him. After that, he took on the fact that Alec wasn't done, and resumed moving, slowly going from reflex, to focusing down on his lover again, to relaxing a little on purpose and enjoying the pressure and friction where he was sensitive.

He could deal with sensitive.

The hyacinth eyes opened, clearer, down at Alec, and he shifted his weight to one hand, so he could touch the pale chest under him with the other. Thumb circling around a nipple, warming the sweaty flesh. He avoided his cooling semen, but the warmth was making the scent deeper and sharper. Something he could still ignore, moving, caressing, to bring Alec over the edge with him - completely.

Alec didn't have much farther to go, and feeling how eager Richard was for him to get there drew him even closer, as if Richard's body alone wouldn't be enough to manage that. Alec kept his hands holding instead of caressing him, but the intent was the same, and if Alec called out Richard's name as he came, that couldn't be a surprise, because he wasn't very good at being quiet generally, and because it was Richard who had brought him to this.

Who was here with him again.

Alec's usually sharp green eyes were unfocused and vague as his pleasure consumed his thoughts, but he'd craved this and wasn't inclined to try to come back down any quicker than he had to.

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