edgeofjustice | [ic] Continuations

[baby if the point is to keep me from standing . . . sinking teeth into his arm when he comes, making a low and deep noise in his throat]

[standing is a must for when I grab your arm and pull it behind your back, then slam you up against the wall and start fucking you]

[which is what is happening now]

[gritting his teeth, slowly fading in and picking up Yuri's pace, slamming himself back against him]

[is ruthless in his thrusts, and his bruising grip on Vincent's wrist, and when he bites into Vincent's unmarked shoulder and breaks the skin until he tastes blood]

[fighting for control of his trapped hand and clawing Yuri's chest, choking on all the noises he's making, just focusing on breathing]

[lets him have his hand so he can grab Vincent's hips with both hand and force the pace harder]

[tearing into Yuri's thigh and hip then~ giving as good as he gets]

[growls against Vincent's shoulder, letting his nails dig painfully into Vincent's hips as he presses in deep with one last thrust, holding still as his climax makes him shudder]

[arching and stretching into that, relearning breathing]

Haah . . . H-Haahaha . . .

[I guess I sort of... fucked us both for standing right now. Very, very carefully easy them both down until he can slump back against the shower all with Vincent in is lap]

[leaning back, letting his head hit the wall]

Mmm . . . You forgot the conditioner~.

[drapes his arms over Vincent's shoulders]

... I'll get right on that.

Haha, I think I'll have more luck on my own.

[shifting against bony hips, making a faint noise at that]

[grits his teeth on a noise of his own, shifting until he can pull out of Vincent]

Damn.

[sitting nor standing works, slowly getting up and rinsing]

Did you need help?

Just let me enjoy the view for a minute.

[staying leaning back against the shower wall, watching Vincent]

[chuckles and turning his back to carefully rinse, so he can enjoy the view, including that tattoo that is still very much there]

[life is pretty great for Yuri Lowell]

[hand on the knob]

Well?

[getting up, stretching]

Leave it. I've got to wash mine, too.

Alright.

[. . . flips it to cold and heading out to get his towel~]

[hjkfg s-sputters, flipping it back]

Thanks.

[wandering back up to Yuri's room~ and stealing a shirt that can button up]

[there might be one that seems too big for Yuri, possibly stolen for Chariot]

[I guess I will be up about ten minutes later, still wearing nothing but a towel]

[eh, this isn't in completely bad taste, shirt get]

Oh, good, you didn't drown.

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