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[leaning over to kiss him again, all warm affection as he threads a hand through his sweaty locks to push them back. H murmurs his name fondly as he pulls back]

Guy...

[And time to add the Y]

[his wrists twist in his binding and his back flexes helplessly as it's carved into, he's already so sensitive back there without being stabbed into, but he stays in one damn spot]

Hhhahahhhfffffuck. Fuck. Nnn.

Edited 2012-07-30 14:35 (UTC)

[Chuckles, husky and low, leaning over him to catch his wrists and give them a reassuring squeeze as the tips of his hair just barely brush against the cuts and the unmarked skin between them.]

Last one. Got to make it count.

[Pulls the blade down for the first slash of the X, deeper and slower than the previous ones]

[Guy's fingers clutch for purchase against the flat surface, and he's really out of breath now, hazily settling on the contrast of Yuri's hair and blade. When he feels it dig into him again he whines-- not a sound Yuri's ever heard in battle or sex]

[Presses his wrists down harder to give him that anchor, and to help control himself as the noise jolts right through him and he nearly echoes it. Big his voice is steady and intent as he positions for the last stroke]

Again. Let me here it.

[And presses the blade down with the same slow intensity]

[shudders and curses and cries out again, sucking his breath in sharp, exhaling Yuri's name, and even if it's been slipping for a while it's suddenly real clear his control is just. Gone.

His eyes flicker up and catch a mirror and he blinks at the sight of himself under Yuri streaked with blood and panting]

. . .

[Not taking his eyes off of Guy even as he reaches over to pull out a bottle of oil and spill it it his hand, his own fraying self control only evident by the coiled tension in every movement. With his fingers soaked he thrusts three into Guy, stretching him brutally]

Tell me when.

[--eyes snap shut and he moans]

Ah! Shit-- ow, Yuri, Yuri, keep like that, more like that don't stop

Don't worry. You're going to feel this for a while.

[Briefly spreading all three fingers as far as they'll go before starting to suck him in shot, hard jabs, pulling his fingers completely out every time and only barely glancing his prostrate until he rubs it mercilessly]

Who's worried?

[realizing he's starting to get a little dizzy and forces himself to control his breathing a little better, or tries, his spine arching and the letters bleeding freely from him finally jerking his whole body helplessly]

S--so this is-- your brutal side? Ah!

Not by a long shot.

[shifting the pads of his finger until they're pressing against the the upper walls of his ass and instead of pulling them out just shoves his cock in under them]

[hohfuck

fffffffffffffngn

his hand cracks the edge of the desk where it's gripping]

[That gives him a moment to adjust as Yuri appreciates it, but not a very long moment before he can't help himself before he has to thrust, shivering and groaning as h leans forward to mark the back of his neck]

[That is completely, completely fine, Guy is so riled and wanting and needing he fucks himself back helplessly as much as he can, pinned like this]

S'- oh... Yuri-- please--

[lays flush against his back, not even moving his hips just grabbing Guy's and and urging him to fuck himself harder on his cock]

Come on. Take it.

Edited 2012-07-30 21:21 (UTC)

[grits his teeth and makes mindless little noises as he rides back on him as hard as he can]

[gaaawd using his free hand to touch him everywhere but his cock; sliding down his ribs and hip and thigh, alternating between almost possessive squeezes and lightly raking his nails]

Just like that. Think you can come like this? Without me even touching your dick?

[his arms are definitely bruising against the desk where he's braced, and every touch gets a response, his body coiling closer or a noise]

... I need it harder-- harder.

Then you've got it.

[pushes him back up by shoving Guy's down at the bloody shoulder, snapping his hips into him hard and fats enough to bruise where his body meats the edge of the desk]

[instead of cursing and yelling at this point, he goes quiet-- but that doesn't mean he's not making noise, his breathing completely frantic, slamming himself back as much as he can and it's agony]

[Yuri himself is quiet, almost holding his breath as he watches mesmerized the flex of Guy's back under his hand, the haphazard streaks of blood against his skin and hair—his own orgasm ambushes him, making him buckle against Guy's back, shouting his name with a raw, needy edge]

[s-shudders, slamming himself back on him relentlessly while Yuri comes, clenching his body up, chasing after what he's so goddamn close to, every nerve on fire]

N--nn--!

[pulling out of him with a curse and grabbing him by the shoulder to slam him back-down onto the desk, other hand reaching to jack his cocks with sloppy desperation]

[hazily realizes with a grunt on impact that all the abuse just feels fucking amazing and almost, almost, tells him to do that again

what did you do to me yuri lowell-nightray

writhes and bucks into his hand and finally tips over into an orgasm that just rips through him once he's there]

[keeps jacking him off even when it's his own semen slicking it even though the adrenaline's seeping off leaving him shakey and looking like someone who's coming down from something]

Ah...

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