V hummed a chuckle in response to the reply, acknowledging that he knew exactly what his worth was. It was so hard to be in this position: he wanted so badly to wrap his arms around Hands, to nuzzle his neck, or to taste his lips again. He wanted to do every single thing he could to make sure Hands felt good, to let Hands lose himself in the same way that V was allowing himself to slip into ecstasy, but Hands even had to control that. His control truly turned V on.
If V had any choice, he would stay like this: pressed into the luxurious sheets underneath a man that kept everything - including V - so tightly wound. Hands was the antithesis of Kerry, even to the point that he so willingly and patiently figured V out just to use that to enact such precise, careful control of him.
Control was what Hands had, buried so deeply inside of the merc. V could feel every single inch sheathed between his legs, and he wanted them to go nowhere. The way Hands stretched him open felt so good. Every single moment of waiting had made V’s anticipation and expectation incredibly high and he was not at all disappointed by the result. He wanted to protest as Hands straightened up, even as chrome hands pulled hips with the movement, but they moved together.
As per usual, Hands was correct: the view between them from this angle was incredibly arousing and served to keep V’s interest piqued, and his hunger deep. He watched as Hands pulled back. A few strings of V’s wetness clung to Hands as he pulled back before eventually falling to the sheets between them as Hands pulled back too far.
V felt so incredibly empty with Hands pulled out of him. He hesitated, his gaze finally lifting back to Hands with a pleading expression. Right as he was about to shift to get a few more inches back inside, Hands rammed itself back into him. Their eyes met for only a glance before V’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as his lips parted in a lewd expression, a moan that he couldn’t suppress coming out louder than even he expected.
He wanted to say he would do anything for Hands, take it however Hands wanted. As he’d said before: Hands’ wish was his command. The words wouldn’t form on V’s tongue, though surely Hands knew all of this by now.
As Hands started and kept his rhythm, V felt every single inch as he pushed in, and every single inch as he pulled out. His moans, groans, and lewd mutterings join the chorus of skin, growing more desperate the longer Hands goes. His pussy massaged the cock as Hands fucked him, trying to draw Hands to his climax and milk him for all he had.
Delighting in others isn't - and has never been - something that aligns with who Hands is. It had aligned with Wade even less so. But this side of an assassination attempt, perhaps Hands has a better idea of how to control people in ways that serve. Loyalty is something of a myth at this point, but if he can cultivate even a fraction of that, it can only be a benefit.
To learn that V of all people is now open to this kind of liaison delights him in ways that not many others could. There's the usual game of mental chess he's come to expect and enjoy from the younger man. But here and now this is just two men fucking for the sheer carnal pleasure of it. Does V know that? Hands isn't sure, and yet he's revealing more of his reactions than he's ever done before.
The tight channel of V's pussy - the way the younger man keeps watching the point at which they're connected - it all nudges Hands that much closer to his climax.
There was no denying what this was anymore: this was what Hands said it was, and it was the fact that Hands apparently just wanted to fuck V as much as V wanted to be fucked by Hands. This was not business, or some purchase of loyalty. Hands had all of V's trust. The man could push himself all the way into V and wrap his hands around the merc's throat and squeeze and V wouldn't raise a hand against him.
This flashed through V's addled head as he admired whatever expression Hands on his face before his gaze lowered down to watch Hands' expert work. V had a way of tilting his hips to let Hands in deeper and keep things tight - something that benefited them both, really. V wanted Hands to feel as good as Hands made him feel.
The request - gentle command? - for V to tell him where to finish seemed so ridiculous. Had anyone ever told him anywhere other than as far deep as he could manage?
"Inside," he said maybe a little too fast so as to betray his excitement as his gaze lifted back to Hands' face, "deep as you can." It was clear that he was already so close between the way his face was flushed and how breathless he was, just on the edge.
It's the answer that he wants and, even in this addled state, he can reconcile the desire as something possessive. A way for him to mark the young man as his own as deep as humanly possible. The fact that V asks for it, no matter whether he views it as the same thing, is pleasing.
His pace picks up anew then, hips snapping relentlessly, skin-on-skin slapping, and the very familiar heat that builds as he works his cock deep into V. It's clear when he's about to come, his optics flicking up to meet the younger man's, hips slamming once, then again, and then for a final time as he rams himself deep.
The quiet groan as thick ropes of his spend empty deep inside the merc is the closest he's got in some time to letting his control slip looser. He holds the young man's gaze as he fills him up, clearly incredibly pleasured by this entire interaction and allowing that through to his expression for V to read.
Once Hands is looking at his face it would be easy to tell with that first thrust that it was enough to push V over the edge, moaning as his body shuddered and he reached out and gripped Hands - be it arm or leg or something in between - tightly, fingers just digging in as he fully lost control of himself as he rode this wave of pleasure not once, not for a second time as Hands slammed into him again, but a third time when Hands finally buried himself in to stay, with a moan marking each one.
The way that he could feel Hands’ cock twitch inside of him with each push of the older man’s seed filling him, V knew that he was so incredibly fucked. Literally yes, but he’d had a lot of sex in his life and this was different from most of it. This was the kind of sex he was going to think about even after he got home, and he was going to crave it. He was going to pine for Hands every time he walked into the man’s office, or caught a hint of his cologne walking past someone on the street. He was going to think of Hands as he was right now: buried deep inside of him, cock throbbing and filling him with cum like he was the man’s personal little slut.
He let Hands hold his gaze as if those chrome hands were under his jaw stopping him from looking away. His own body was tense from his own climax and he shivered whenever Hands moved in any meaningful way. Already he was starting to pull himself back under some level of self control, as if to match Hands’ energy.
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Date: 2023-11-28 04:24 am (UTC)If V had any choice, he would stay like this: pressed into the luxurious sheets underneath a man that kept everything - including V - so tightly wound. Hands was the antithesis of Kerry, even to the point that he so willingly and patiently figured V out just to use that to enact such precise, careful control of him.
Control was what Hands had, buried so deeply inside of the merc. V could feel every single inch sheathed between his legs, and he wanted them to go nowhere. The way Hands stretched him open felt so good. Every single moment of waiting had made V’s anticipation and expectation incredibly high and he was not at all disappointed by the result. He wanted to protest as Hands straightened up, even as chrome hands pulled hips with the movement, but they moved together.
As per usual, Hands was correct: the view between them from this angle was incredibly arousing and served to keep V’s interest piqued, and his hunger deep. He watched as Hands pulled back. A few strings of V’s wetness clung to Hands as he pulled back before eventually falling to the sheets between them as Hands pulled back too far.
V felt so incredibly empty with Hands pulled out of him. He hesitated, his gaze finally lifting back to Hands with a pleading expression. Right as he was about to shift to get a few more inches back inside, Hands rammed itself back into him. Their eyes met for only a glance before V’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as his lips parted in a lewd expression, a moan that he couldn’t suppress coming out louder than even he expected.
He wanted to say he would do anything for Hands, take it however Hands wanted. As he’d said before: Hands’ wish was his command. The words wouldn’t form on V’s tongue, though surely Hands knew all of this by now.
As Hands started and kept his rhythm, V felt every single inch as he pushed in, and every single inch as he pulled out. His moans, groans, and lewd mutterings join the chorus of skin, growing more desperate the longer Hands goes. His pussy massaged the cock as Hands fucked him, trying to draw Hands to his climax and milk him for all he had.
GIVING NOVEL
Date: 2023-12-07 03:07 pm (UTC)To learn that V of all people is now open to this kind of liaison delights him in ways that not many others could. There's the usual game of mental chess he's come to expect and enjoy from the younger man. But here and now this is just two men fucking for the sheer carnal pleasure of it. Does V know that? Hands isn't sure, and yet he's revealing more of his reactions than he's ever done before.
The tight channel of V's pussy - the way the younger man keeps watching the point at which they're connected - it all nudges Hands that much closer to his climax.
"Tell me where you'd like me to finish, V."
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Date: 2023-12-09 03:23 am (UTC)This flashed through V's addled head as he admired whatever expression Hands on his face before his gaze lowered down to watch Hands' expert work. V had a way of tilting his hips to let Hands in deeper and keep things tight - something that benefited them both, really. V wanted Hands to feel as good as Hands made him feel.
The request - gentle command? - for V to tell him where to finish seemed so ridiculous. Had anyone ever told him anywhere other than as far deep as he could manage?
"Inside," he said maybe a little too fast so as to betray his excitement as his gaze lifted back to Hands' face, "deep as you can." It was clear that he was already so close between the way his face was flushed and how breathless he was, just on the edge.
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Date: 2023-12-12 10:13 am (UTC)His pace picks up anew then, hips snapping relentlessly, skin-on-skin slapping, and the very familiar heat that builds as he works his cock deep into V. It's clear when he's about to come, his optics flicking up to meet the younger man's, hips slamming once, then again, and then for a final time as he rams himself deep.
The quiet groan as thick ropes of his spend empty deep inside the merc is the closest he's got in some time to letting his control slip looser. He holds the young man's gaze as he fills him up, clearly incredibly pleasured by this entire interaction and allowing that through to his expression for V to read.
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Date: 2023-12-17 02:12 pm (UTC)The way that he could feel Hands’ cock twitch inside of him with each push of the older man’s seed filling him, V knew that he was so incredibly fucked. Literally yes, but he’d had a lot of sex in his life and this was different from most of it. This was the kind of sex he was going to think about even after he got home, and he was going to crave it. He was going to pine for Hands every time he walked into the man’s office, or caught a hint of his cologne walking past someone on the street. He was going to think of Hands as he was right now: buried deep inside of him, cock throbbing and filling him with cum like he was the man’s personal little slut.
He let Hands hold his gaze as if those chrome hands were under his jaw stopping him from looking away. His own body was tense from his own climax and he shivered whenever Hands moved in any meaningful way. Already he was starting to pull himself back under some level of self control, as if to match Hands’ energy.