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It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
These are parts of stories that are still being written, its coming right off the paper no re-read. No editing. No checking.
Okay, so this is a long one.
This sex scene is actually from a short story attached to a series I haven’t even finished book one of (there book of) but I needed a sex scene and this was the one that came to mind.
It’s a little longer than I’d have liked, but it’s Christmas so it’s okay to run over a little
I’m hoping to finish—to start—this series next year, but I’m not sure when that’s going to happen
(Assassin’s Union #2.5)
“Trust you to go into heat on the battlefield,” Quintus laughed as he roughly pulled Tike back. Making him slide down the larger man’s front. It was slow, and as Tike got to a point he wrapped his legs’ around that trim waist and held on tight. He wanted more. So much fucking more, but he’d been fighting, and that, let’s say human, part of him needed the reassurance that the man in his arms was alive and well. It was almost a need as painful as his cock.
Lips and tongue, and teeth scrapped and fought and loved and just mated in a relieved sigh of the aftermath of battle. It wasn’t that the adrenaline was gone. That still ran hard along Tike’s spine as he rutted against Quin as they kissed in a way that was passionate, and loving at the same time.
Tike felt alive, reassured, and relieved all at the same time. They had both survived the battle—not that he’d thought they wouldn’t—they were here now, at the end. With nothing else to do but fuck and eat and fuck some more.
“Fuck, I love you,” Quintus whispered, their lips brushed each other’s as he spoke. Quin was like this. Always spelling out his emotions to Tike, like he thought he couldn’t feel it. But it did reassure him in ways he’d not realised he needed before meeting the man.
Then again, before meeting Quin, he’d never wanted to have sex with another living soul as a chose—it wasn’t always his back then.
Swallowing hard as he pushed away his past, another thing he’d not had to do until Quin was around. He just didn’t think about that sort of stuff in his dark past. And he wasn’t willing to have that back if it meant never having Quin like this.
Dropping his legs to the ground, after Quin’s prompting, he looked up at the larger man as he gripped the top of his top, behind his neck and pulled his shirt off. Stretching those muscles as he worked it off.
“Strip, little man,” Quin smiled down at him as he threw his shirt over to the base of a tree. Tike understood they were somewhere—somewhere near water, if Tike’s noise was telling him right, but all his eyes could see. All he wanted to see was the man in front of him, as he unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down his thighs.
The slight of pubes snapped at Tike. He wanted to feel that up close. He wanted to finger the curly strands. Grip that thick cock. And more than anything he wanted it up his arse.
Even though Quin had been adamant that he’d always be fuck by Tike, since Quintus knew what his past entailed. He wanted Tike to feel pleasure all the time. He wanted Tike to feel special and wanted. And Tike had. He’d loved fucking Quin, but more than anything he loved the feeling of Quin fucking him—though the man called it making Love, Tike didn’t really understand it, but he let it go. He liked the look in the other man’s eyes when he spoke softly, asking for permission to make love to him.
Naked before his feet could hit the ground, it’s a saying, it works, Tike stood, his legs balancing his body, his cock jetting up towards Quins.
Quintus stood the same as him, like mirror images of each other. Both taking their fill of the other. All that tight muscle, smooth skin. thick cock.
Quintus’ cock was another one of those things that Tike loves. So thick, it couldn’t leviTike completely on its own, no matter how much blood pumped into it. It hung slightly pointing down at Tike’s own cock. In this position, when they stood facing each other, it was almost like there cocks were the hands stretching out to each other. Wanting to touch, even with all that distance. It was probably a reason that they both stood there taking there fill as they vibrated with the need to mate. Mate hard, and fast, getting the itch away before they could start all over again.
However, Tike wasn’t sure this heavy need for more more more would let up.
“Fuck your beautiful,” Quin said as he stepped forward. His fingers brushed under Tike’s chin, lifting it up so he could lay a sweet kiss against Tike’s lips. Soft, loving. A sweet jester of love before the mess of fucking—making love, came into play.
Falling down onto his knees, Quintus bent down more and engulfed Tike’s cock with an eager swallow. The instant pleasure onto of the itch need to get laid, added an unbelievable vibe on there already after battle horniness.
It had been like this since they’d started. That added sex with the blood and adrenalin of winning what you set out to win.
Quin sucked hard causing Tike’s toes to curl in, his clawed nails dug deep into the dirt under then. Quin’s fingers curled around into Tike’s arse. His massaging the flesh as he went in deep. Swallowing around the head of his cock. Tike knees trembled. Quin’s fingers moved slightly, running the callused pads of his fingers along the soft sensitive skin between his cheeks.
Pulling him closer, Quin held him up as he pulled him closer. It was a move that happened ever time Quintus sucked his cock. the bigger man wanted him closer, and he had the muscle and the added strength to be able to man handle Tike in any way. even the one that had him off his feet, them resting lightly—as to not freak Tike out—on Quin’s calves as the vampire sat back on his knees and ate his cock like it was lunch.
The thing that amazed Tike the most, when he’d gotten to that point of complete trust, was how much Tike liked that Quin could do this to him. He also knew that Quin knew this, but the vampire was big enough man not to smirk like him, or taint him with the fact. A fact that Tike was never going to admit too.
Toes nails, craped at skin as they shifted around from the pleasure, and him trying hard not to stab the man was he gave it.
Suction was perfect, as was the rhythm that he was setting, almost seeming to be pulling Tike away and closer, rather than him moving his own head.
One finger and then two fingers played at his hole, pushing in and releasing. It wasn’t breaching the muscles, but it was pulsing pleasure up the channel as he moved them, as well as loosening up the muscles in the process. Tike wasn’t completely sure why it worked that way. And it seemed Quin was the only one that could do it. Maybe, the amount of people who’d used his body allowed that easy relaxation, so he wouldn’t get damaged too much by such rough use. Added with the fact that he wanted the other man in him so much he was screaming for it.
Though screaming was probably, yes! for the fact that he was getting the best blowjob of his life.
“Enough,” Tike gript Quin’s hair, holding him still, even as the man suckled on his cock. Pushing it up against the rough of his mouth. “Enough, babe, please…”
“huh,” Quinton pulled Tike off his mouth—that’s what it honestly felt like—setting his feet back on the dirt as he lifting himself up on his knees, as he looked up at him with a smile that seemed to split his cheek, and eyes that shone.
“What?” he muttered, his cheeks heating up a little, but he was sure that was just from the need to come. Not anything else, because he had no idea why Quin was looking at him like that. No fucking idea at all.
Quin laughed, it was joyous in a way that tightened Tike’s chest. The use of one word shouldn’t give someone this much pleasure. Tike knew, that it was his fault that he wasn’t more open about the lovey stuff, but it wasn’t like Quin seemed to mind, he just like when he did it a hell. He once said it was a gift he treasure more than life itself, and the fact that they only came out when Tike was in high pleasure spoke to Quin like nothing else.
Tike shook his head, “Fuck me,” he nearly whined, “please, Quin, fuck me hard.”
With a laugh of joy, just added to the mix, Tike liked this side of Quin the best, the one that wasn’t a vampire. That hadn’t lived through more than anyone should. He made Tike’s past wash away, and let them be nothing more than two fleshy bits of muscle and blood, to connect in a way that he’d never been able to before.
Wrapping Tike in his strong arms, Quin picked Tike up and walked him into water. A slight chill his overly heated skin, giving him a jolt of pleasure as it lapped at his toes, ankles, knees, tights, the underside of his balls, and arsehole.
Tike’s head fell back as he moaned over the sensations. The added anticipation worked him up more, letting his mind feel the water as something more than what it was. Like fingers walked a delicious foreplay over his skin.
Lips latched onto the his Adams apple, suckling on it slightly before moving around to lick and clean his thick vain. Fingers probed his hole, loosening up the muscles before the tip of Quin’s fang’s broke skin and endorphins flooded Tate’s system.
The way of a vampire, Tate thought, as his head rolled back, his arms loosened there hold, as all the muscles in his body completely relaxed.
This was how they did it. There fangs holding a toxin that made the victim completely willing and relaxed as they took what they needed.
At this moment all Quin needed was for Tate’s arsehole muscle relaxed and willing for him to slide up into him. That’s why it was only a nick, and more so, it was only because Tate was willing for the toxin to work that he’s body even reacted in the first place.
Once Tate could move his body on its own, Quin had already started thrusting in and out, coating his channel with precome, and water.
“Oh, Gods…” Quin moaned out as Tate’s muscles worked around his shaft, it was one of those things that just happened. Like they needed to make sure they still had complete freedom. It was also one of those things that Quin loved most. He’d sometime bite Tate a little before fucking him, or in the middle, just so he could feel that roll of muscle as he gained control.
Smiling, Tate shifted himself on Quin. This was one of Tate’s favourite positions—standing up. Since Tate was so little, Quin was able to hold him up completely free of walls.
Hands braced on Quin’s shoulders, Tate got himself moving. It was hard and fast and Tate ended up getting backed into the smooth rock, so that Quin could get a better angle. But they quickly found there rhythm.
Deep, moan filled thrust moved the water around them. Making it crass and brake as they forgot about everything else but the beauty—the fucking, the pleasure of having this type of connection with another person.
It was more than simple sex. More than two body rocking with each other, in a mutual need to get off. This was deeper. It was loving in a way that made Tate crave more, faster, deeper. He wanted Quin inside him so deep that there was any way Tate could get him out. He wanted the connection of flesh and blood and semen, and hearts and heat and emotion that turned simple into perfection.
He wanted it to last forever, and though Quintus had told him again and again that this was forever—that they were forever, Tate couldn’t quite believe him. He wanted it. He craved it with ever fibre but he couldn’t see it happening.
“Fuck, babe,” Quintus moaned as Tate’s body flushed with heat hotter than he’s ever felt it before. Like fire lapping at their ankles, it consumed him. Made him itch with a craving for more, for faster.
His legs braced on Quin’s Tate pushed his upper back into the wall and started to slam himself down on Quin’s cock. The thick meat, swelled inside him as Tate pushed them harder and faster, trying to reach the end of the tunnel, where he’d get a relief from the flooding of endorphins that were building up inside him just wanted to spill over, if only he would give them the chance.
Quin’s hands tightened on Tate’s skin. The wall vanished behind him, and before Tate could process what was happening, Quin had pulled out, flipped him over a smooth, wet stone, and thrust back into him.
The angle was exquisite, Tate felt as if Quin was hitting the back of his throat with each powerful thrust. He felt fuller than he’d ever felt before, it would have triggered flashbacks if it weren’t for the aching need to be filled—something that he’d never felt before.
“Need…” he growled, sounding more like his cat than human in that moment, he’s chest stung in amazing bites as his hardened nipples caught on the rock beneath him. His cock and balls were squished up under him, caught between, ha, a rock and a hard place. It felt as if he’s whole body was being pushed, pulled around him, as pleasure danced across his skin.
He felt everything, everywhere. He only felt the in and out movements of hard, wet cock, slighting into soft inviting flesh.
Oh, Gods above… his body started to tighten up. Only a little… just a little…
Quin’s upper body came down on Tate’s, one arm flat against the rock next to Tate’s face; he licked at Quin’s thumb. His other hand still death gripping his hip, but the change in angle… another rocking slam and Quin’s cock dead ran straight into his gland, and everything was over.