edgeofjustice | (no subject)

[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...

[trembling all over, sliding and pulsing a bit, covered in sweat and come and blood]

[letting him go with one last, agonizingly long pull, dropping like a cut string down onto his forearm, which still lands him half on top of Guy with his heart thumping wildly]