“You. Are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met,” Silver said, his breathing thick and his voice low and strained. Gold felt a bulge bump against his thigh, and he jumped a little. Silver made a noise and grabbed his shoulders, forcing him back down and pushing his face down against the table.
“Silver, you’re gettin’ a bit –“ Gold was cut off as Silver smacked the back of his thighs rough with the palm of his hand, sending a spark jumping up his spine and forcing a pathetic whine out of his wet mouth.
“Shut up, for two seconds. Just. Shut up,” he said thickly, pulling off Gold’s belt and yanking the jeans down to the bottom of his thighs. Gold shivered as the cold air hit his legs, and he felt the smooth leather of his own belt skid past his skin. For once, he shut up, lips tightening and feeling himself tremble, stupidly. He reminded himself sharply this was what he wanted, ignoring the urge to pull up his jeans and push Silver away, embarrassed and hot-faced. He felt a small pool of drool forming from his mouth, under his cheek.
Silver leaned over him, breath wet on the back of his neck, and secured the belt tight and rough around Gold’s wrists. Gold looked back at him, eyes growing wide at Silver’s red cheeks and heaving chest. His Adam’s apple moved up and down slowly as he breathed heavy, loud breaths in and out.
“Silver –“
“Well, this is what you dragged me here for isn’t it?” he said wearily, wrapping his hand around one of Gold’s brown thighs and squeezing. Gold swallowed and tried to move his arms, pulling against the leather. They wouldn’t bulge, and were digging red welts into his wrists already. His cock was fully hard now, the head wet with precum and leaving a dark patch against the front of his boxers.
“Yeah, just, I don’t know,” he said, wondering what the fuck he was doing or saying. He had never tried to put off sex before in his life. He wanted to get fucked again, was the up and down of it, right? Just he hadn’t expected his cheek to be against the rough green of a pool table, or his knees to be sore against the wood, or his cock to remain untouched. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the waistband of his boxers slide down, Silver’s hands cold as fuck against his bare skin. “We’ve done it before, however ill-advised that whole escapade was,” Silver said. Gold gritted his teeth, “So. I don’t know. This is what you want, that much I get. Everything else remains obtuse to me as it – or you – have ever been. Unless you have something to say?” Something to say? He probably should. If he was someone else, he’d probably have a hell of a lot to say, and it’d be a lot more profound than the volley of swearing he wanted to launch at the other man. Instead, Gold merely remained silent, legs quivering. Silver’s hand was resting absently on the curve of his ass, while his other fingers probed the tight line of his thighs.
“I didn’t really think so,” he said, his voice drawn tight as a wire. He licked his fingers and ran them around the tight ring of his hole, and Gold only tensed into himself further, breath hiccupping in his throat. He pushed the first, then second, finger in without warning and Gold gasped, gritting his teeth at the sharp, electric jolt of pain.
“H-hey, dumbass, does it look like we – uh?” he gasped, body jumping as Silver working his finger in and out slowly, the movement painful but making his dick twitch and his head spin. Silver pressed a hand to the back of his head again, pushing him down as he quickened his pace and Gold cried out.
“F-fuck, dude, that is not going to work. Need lube, you tool,” he stammered, the line of his shoulders drawn tight and his neck twisting to try looking back at the other man. Silver looked back at him, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth (stupid habit, stupid habit he knew all about) before pulling his fingers out and smoothing them almost apologetically over the curve of his hip. He gripped his hip with one hand and unzipped his trousers, drawing his thick cock out from his pants. Gold fidgeted again, trying to shuffle away without much commitment, but it did the job of making him stop.
“Oh yeah, get somethin’ bigger. That’ll help,” he grumbled.
“I wasn’t intending to do what you’re thinking.”
“Huh? Well what the he-”
“Shut up and stop squirming,” he snapped, shoving Gold down again. He groaned, a weird sort of excitement pulsing through him again. Silver licked his fingers again and slid them between his thighs, slicking them. Gold suddenly understood, and wanted to kick him. How the hell was he supposed to get anything out of that?”
“Shut up,” Silver said again, before he could even say it. He closed his mouth, letting himself lie limp as Silver shifted him by hip, thigh, hands brushing horribly lightly over his dick, and manoeuvred him into position with rough pushes and pulls of his hands.
He pushed his thighs close together until the skin pressed against them, and smacked them again, making him jump and strain against the leather around his wrists. He tried to see what was happening, but Silver gestured for him to return to the position he had left him in. He shifted obediently, and felt hands gripping his thighs and Silver’s cock being squeezed between them. His breath caught in his throat, and Silver tightened his grip, thrusting in and out fast enough. The table creaked and groaned under them.
Fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh, Silver moaned behind him and Gold swallowed, body tensing from his shoulders to the smallest line of his back. He wanted to feel a hand, or at least, something, on his cock, but he still couldn’t struggle free of the restraints, and Silver was remaining tight-fisted. Not in the good way.
Silver seized him by the hair, and flipped him over again, holding his legs up and over his shoulders. He thrust only a few more times before coming in long streaks of white, against Gold’s chest, stomach, chin, thighs. He pulled away, mutely turning away to pull up his belt. Gold sat up, swinging his wrists over his head and sitting, uncharacteristically subdued, with his pants still pulled down and Silver’s cum still hanging in a string from the edge of his chin.
He made a small noise that may or may not have been Silver’s name, and he turned around to eye him quietly.
“You can take those off now,” he said, indicating the belt, before reaching over and undoing the buckle. Gold pulled away, feeling his own cock start to become flaccid as Silver made no indication he was going to return the favour. Something inside him ached, creaking like a home that had been left empty for a long time.
He tucked it inside his boxers and hiked up his jeans, wiping the cum from his face with his sleeve. Silver pulled his jacket over his arms, obscuring the little scars and remains of bruises from what Gold suspected was a really long time ago. He shifted, his chest aching.
“You leaving?”
“I suppose. I can probably make some progress to Ecruteak before daybreak,” he said.
“Y’could do with stopping in an actual bed tonight. I got room.”
“No, that’s –“
“Don’t be a jackass. One night, all I’m telling you is to crash at mine for a couple of hours and leave in the morning like you’re not a total asshole.”
Silver shrugged and Gold grinned, reaching out briefly, thinking of taking his hand, before sliding his hand into his pocket. Maybe he could actually keep him for longer this time.
The returned home as the sky went grey with the coming dawn, falling asleep on Gold’s futon.
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“Silver, you’re gettin’ a bit –“ Gold was cut off as Silver smacked the back of his thighs rough with the palm of his hand, sending a spark jumping up his spine and forcing a pathetic whine out of his wet mouth.
“Shut up, for two seconds. Just. Shut up,” he said thickly, pulling off Gold’s belt and yanking the jeans down to the bottom of his thighs. Gold shivered as the cold air hit his legs, and he felt the smooth leather of his own belt skid past his skin. For once, he shut up, lips tightening and feeling himself tremble, stupidly. He reminded himself sharply this was what he wanted, ignoring the urge to pull up his jeans and push Silver away, embarrassed and hot-faced. He felt a small pool of drool forming from his mouth, under his cheek.
Silver leaned over him, breath wet on the back of his neck, and secured the belt tight and rough around Gold’s wrists. Gold looked back at him, eyes growing wide at Silver’s red cheeks and heaving chest. His Adam’s apple moved up and down slowly as he breathed heavy, loud breaths in and out.
“Silver –“
“Well, this is what you dragged me here for isn’t it?” he said wearily, wrapping his hand around one of Gold’s brown thighs and squeezing. Gold swallowed and tried to move his arms, pulling against the leather. They wouldn’t bulge, and were digging red welts into his wrists already. His cock was fully hard now, the head wet with precum and leaving a dark patch against the front of his boxers.
“Yeah, just, I don’t know,” he said, wondering what the fuck he was doing or saying. He had never tried to put off sex before in his life. He wanted to get fucked again, was the up and down of it, right? Just he hadn’t expected his cheek to be against the rough green of a pool table, or his knees to be sore against the wood, or his cock to remain untouched. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the waistband of his boxers slide down, Silver’s hands cold as fuck against his bare skin.
“We’ve done it before, however ill-advised that whole escapade was,” Silver said. Gold gritted his teeth, “So. I don’t know. This is what you want, that much I get. Everything else remains obtuse to me as it – or you – have ever been. Unless you have something to say?”
Something to say? He probably should. If he was someone else, he’d probably have a hell of a lot to say, and it’d be a lot more profound than the volley of swearing he wanted to launch at the other man. Instead, Gold merely remained silent, legs quivering. Silver’s hand was resting absently on the curve of his ass, while his other fingers probed the tight line of his thighs.
“I didn’t really think so,” he said, his voice drawn tight as a wire. He licked his fingers and ran them around the tight ring of his hole, and Gold only tensed into himself further, breath hiccupping in his throat. He pushed the first, then second, finger in without warning and Gold gasped, gritting his teeth at the sharp, electric jolt of pain.
“H-hey, dumbass, does it look like we – uh?” he gasped, body jumping as Silver working his finger in and out slowly, the movement painful but making his dick twitch and his head spin. Silver pressed a hand to the back of his head again, pushing him down as he quickened his pace and Gold cried out.
“F-fuck, dude, that is not going to work. Need lube, you tool,” he stammered, the line of his shoulders drawn tight and his neck twisting to try looking back at the other man. Silver looked back at him, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth (stupid habit, stupid habit he knew all about) before pulling his fingers out and smoothing them almost apologetically over the curve of his hip. He gripped his hip with one hand and unzipped his trousers, drawing his thick cock out from his pants. Gold fidgeted again, trying to shuffle away without much commitment, but it did the job of making him stop.
“Oh yeah, get somethin’ bigger. That’ll help,” he grumbled.
“I wasn’t intending to do what you’re thinking.”
“Huh? Well what the he-”
“Shut up and stop squirming,” he snapped, shoving Gold down again. He groaned, a weird sort of excitement pulsing through him again. Silver licked his fingers again and slid them between his thighs, slicking them. Gold suddenly understood, and wanted to kick him. How the hell was he supposed to get anything out of that?”
“Shut up,” Silver said again, before he could even say it. He closed his mouth, letting himself lie limp as Silver shifted him by hip, thigh, hands brushing horribly lightly over his dick, and manoeuvred him into position with rough pushes and pulls of his hands.
He pushed his thighs close together until the skin pressed against them, and smacked them again, making him jump and strain against the leather around his wrists. He tried to see what was happening, but Silver gestured for him to return to the position he had left him in. He shifted obediently, and felt hands gripping his thighs and Silver’s cock being squeezed between them. His breath caught in his throat, and Silver tightened his grip, thrusting in and out fast enough. The table creaked and groaned under them.
Fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh, Silver moaned behind him and Gold swallowed, body tensing from his shoulders to the smallest line of his back. He wanted to feel a hand, or at least, something, on his cock, but he still couldn’t struggle free of the restraints, and Silver was remaining tight-fisted. Not in the good way.
Silver seized him by the hair, and flipped him over again, holding his legs up and over his shoulders. He thrust only a few more times before coming in long streaks of white, against Gold’s chest, stomach, chin, thighs. He pulled away, mutely turning away to pull up his belt. Gold sat up, swinging his wrists over his head and sitting, uncharacteristically subdued, with his pants still pulled down and Silver’s cum still hanging in a string from the edge of his chin.
He made a small noise that may or may not have been Silver’s name, and he turned around to eye him quietly.
“You can take those off now,” he said, indicating the belt, before reaching over and undoing the buckle. Gold pulled away, feeling his own cock start to become flaccid as Silver made no indication he was going to return the favour. Something inside him ached, creaking like a home that had been left empty for a long time.
He tucked it inside his boxers and hiked up his jeans, wiping the cum from his face with his sleeve. Silver pulled his jacket over his arms, obscuring the little scars and remains of bruises from what Gold suspected was a really long time ago. He shifted, his chest aching.
“You leaving?”
“I suppose. I can probably make some progress to Ecruteak before daybreak,” he said.
“Y’could do with stopping in an actual bed tonight. I got room.”
“No, that’s –“
“Don’t be a jackass. One night, all I’m telling you is to crash at mine for a couple of hours and leave in the morning like you’re not a total asshole.”
Silver shrugged and Gold grinned, reaching out briefly, thinking of taking his hand, before sliding his hand into his pocket. Maybe he could actually keep him for longer this time.
The returned home as the sky went grey with the coming dawn, falling asleep on Gold’s futon.
Silver had left by daybreak.