infligere: (Well then)
Brock Rumlow ([personal profile] infligere) wrote in [community profile] spaces_between 2015-04-11 04:45 am (UTC)

He issued a throaty groan of pleasure at the hot flare from his skin as Wilson's nails scraped away moisture and left behind red raised welts. It ended so well with his alpha's hand curling around him, sparking that same hot mind-grabbing stimulation that he was currently just running in a circular motion through. Rise and fall, the twist of pleasure in his guts that was all heat and need.

He knew and frankly didn't care what kind of picture he presented to anyone by Wilson trapped underneath him. His hair (still in desperate need of a trim) clung to his skin, his pupils were blown, and his skin had a sheen of sweat that made him slippery but still very much needy. His hips moved almost impatiently forward and backwards, trying to roll but unable with the knot still keeping them locked together.

"Changing it?" He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to draw on previously coveted logic and finding nothing but instinct crowding his mind. He shook his head a little and finally leaned forward until his hands came to rest on either side of Wilson's head, caging his alpha in as he stared down into the other man's face. "Whatever... it's just you and me right now."

For some reason, the avoidance of a bite, of the full scope of the bond evaded his pleasure soaked brain. It helped that he was easily distracted by the knot receding, allowing him to roll his hips and ride Wilson harder, challenging the buck with his own motions, daring his alpha to make another run for him.

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