NSFW threads post: exitvoid

[fightthewind]

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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[fightthewind]

Relaxing his muscles was not an action he was a stranger to, and Richard wasn't late in doing so. He wanted to have Alec sheathed inside him, soon, and deep. Still, the sensation - familiar and still burning the slightest bit - made his eyes flutter closed for a moment. Stretch, and friction, and the slickness of the oil.

He spread his thighs further apart, then closed his calves behind Alec's hips. A palm remained against Alec's abdomen, then slowly slid up, resting against the other man's shoulder.

You've lost weight. The thought finally formed in his mind, and then he let go of it, instead smiling up with the careful breath out...

... and squeezed his inner muscles, a tiny bit, around Alec. There were many ways to make him lose control. Richard intended to try at least some of them, in the coming minutes.

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Alec groaned at the sensation, feeling Richard all around him and it was everything he needed and only half of what he wanted. It was difficult for the moment to focus on anything more than the sensation itself, so he didn't try, knowing that Richard would understand, might even appreciate that he'd driven Alec to feeling this so quickly.

Then he recovered, as much as he needed to, still unable to concentrate beyond the facts of what they were doing -- and wasn't that nice, wasn't that the best -- and he started to move, pulling out of Richard just so he could press back in, just so that he could fill him all over again.

So they could both feel that intimacy and Alec wasn't a man to pray, loathed it, but this was proof that he didn't need to.

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Intimacy was the word. Richard's back arched at the second thrust, but he smiled, at the rightness of it. In a little bit, he'd not have the presence of mind to do that, or to raise a hand and stroke the delicate features of the man above him, but he could do it now. He could let his eyes feast on the fact that Alec was relaxing, even as got more intent, more focused. Pulled away from what he'd lived through for too long and into this moment, into the two of them. (Those spare moments of peace for him.)

The next time Alec pulled out, Richard shifted his hips enough to meet the thrust in. Not urging for faster (yet), but giving, as well as taking.

His thumb ran down the pulse at the side of Alec's throat, and then over the the angly shoulder. Thinking what manner of marks he could leave on the pale skin, in moments when they are to tightly tangled to stop themselves, and too far gone to want to stop each other. Soon, his own skin prickled with anticipation.

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Alec could already feel his thoughts slipping away into awareness of the specifics, the big picture that this was Richard and that that was important still present, but overshadowed by the sensation of Richard around his cock, by his touch against Richard's body. Alec couldn't imagine doing this with someone he didn't trust (didn't love, as much as he admitted that he could love, and that he wanted to love Richard), and that meant he could allow those facts to become background noise, a guarantee that heightened the rest of it.

Alec pulled out, then pressed back in, and his fingers tightened against Richard's hips, not caring for the pain he might cause -- Richard would stop him or allow him, as he wished, and Alec wouldn't truly harm him, not like this -- so much as the closeness that he needed at the moment.

"Tell me how long you think it's been since we did this last," Alec demanded, needy in words as well as in touch, demanding Richard's attention and insistent that he would keep it.

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Pain was closeness - with the two of them in particular. Pressure on fresh cuts and bruises, as well as light sprinkling of alcohol where it was needed, and, sometimes, salve. Contrast between prodding and soothing. That was how they had always been, and, somehow, the pain inflicted was never as much as, let alone more, than everything else.

The sting of it, and the pressure and friction of Alec inside him was making Richard want to stop thinking and surrender to it - but surrendering to Alec was never that simple.

"This... this, maybe a few days. Other things, a couple of nights. There were... complications, last night." You were upset wasn't something he was going to say, but the memory of Alec, spilling words about his sister (spilling disappointment), of Alec shaking with memory and pain - it made him focus a little harder on Alec here and now. He gave a smile up, surging up to give a lips-only bite at the side of the paler man's neck. "You saw me angry. You liked seeing me angry."

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Alec badly both did and did not want to know why things were complicated the night before, but he didn't feel that Richard would hold it from him if he asked, and for the moment that was part of what would keep from pressing for every detail. The other part came from what this moment was about, and the fact that Alec didn't want to distract Richard from it when they'd gotten so far.

When he ached to close the deal, when his body was moving against Richard's and there was so much of everything to indulge in. It was a good thing that Alec was as selfish as he was, because this way he could still try to have Richard more than he did.

"You'll have to show me, sometime." Because he can imagine that, can imagine Richard's fury and his heart thumps with the ache of it, even as his hips snap forward, pursuing what he had now.

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Richard's pleasure-darkened eyes glittered up at Alec, and he smirked.

"You do like it when I'm aggressive. Whatever shape that takes."

And, if there was acquiescence from Alec, he might flip them, quickly, without even letting Alec out of himself. He didn't have to. But, just then, with Alec torn between distraction and complete focus on here and now, he thought it might be... good. To take the choice away from his lover, if only for a little while.

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"I'm not certain I can recall all the shapes. Perhaps you should refresh my memory."

An invitation if ever there had been one, and one that Alec was all too eager to extend. He liked having Richard, would carry through with that without any regret, without feeling that he wanted things otherwise, but he was certain that he had already been given an offer, one which he was delighted to accept.

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It was...

Well, it was a little more awkward in reality than in his head. But only a little, with Richard's arm wrapped around Alec and the other one pushing against the ground and balancing the two of them as he shifted sideways, let Alec's hips weigh on one of his thighs, and then pushed them the rest of the way over. He did let Alec slip out, but only so he could adjust them better. Well, and so he could brush long strands from the paler man's face and kiss him, deeply.

Even while one of his hands lined them up and he sank down on the slicked-up erection once more. The sensation heated up the kiss just that little bit more, and his teeth grazed Alec's lower lip.

"With... great... pleasure."

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Alec's hands balled into fists for a moment, nails fighting to dig into his palms, not because he found the sensation unpleasant but because of the opposite, and because he wanted to be able to enjoy it, at least for a little while.

His response to the kiss was eager, almost desperate, and if Richard had control Alec was losing it, and relishing the sensation of being able to do so, to let go and know that Richard would catch him, would always catch him.

"Good thing that much goes both ways." His voice is a careful contrast to the needs of his body, cool and calm when the rest of him is anything but (and a pleasant change from how that is still true the rest of the time, in a different way).

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How could he not? Catch him, raise him up higher, and catch him again, until they were both lighter than the thoughts that filled Alec's head all the time, well, not the heavy ones. The others.

But he hoped he was chasing most thoughts out, right now, Richard did, as he kissed more and moved his hips back and forth, and up and down, over Alec's shaft, his own erection sliding close over the flat stomach. Fast, and deep, his hands planted on each side of Alec's head and his eyes trying to flutter closed... but he kept them on Alec's. On Alec's eyes, on Alec's face, on the generous lips that he both wanted and feared to bruise kissing.

"Both... ways," he gasped. "Around and... around."

Giving everything of himself, to get everything. That was how it had to be, with Richard. And Alec stayed for nothing less.

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"To me and back again," Alec corrected, not because it meant anything different the way that Richard said it, or because the phrasing particularly mattered, but because he could, and Alec liked to listen to himself speak almost as much as he liked to hear Richard. He knew that this was just another argument that Richard was going to let Alec win.

Another pseudo-argument that didn't change their relationship, didn't mean anything other than the fact that it amused Alec to have it.

Alec leaned in, closing their gap to kiss Richard, to claim and be claimed, to nip at Richard's lips. This was the only thing that mattered right now, and it mattered so much more than it ever had before. It always felt that way.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

[foepas]

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.