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turpsThere's a 1001 things I should be doing, and writing MX smut isn't one of them. But I had the urge to write MX smut so here it is. I haven't written actual sex for a long time, so be wary about the quality of this smutty ficlet. I fear it sucks, which is why I'm going to post then head off to bed, beacause I'm a pussy *g*
Jenny, all I can say is sorry.
Jesse doesn’t use his powers on Brennan often, but sometimes, when the mood’s right and energy thrums through the air he lets himself go. When Brennan’s at Jesse’s feet, eyes dark and liquid as he silently begs for what he wants – what he needs.
On nights like that, Jesse lets his control slip slightly, as Brennan kneels at his feet, head down, ass up, skin so smooth that all Jesse wants to do is lick and taste every inch. But he doesn’t. Not tonight. Tonight’s about power, the give and take between two men who are equals; except when they’re not.
Dressed head to toe in leather, Jesse stands above Brennan, resting his foot on the other man’s back. Jesse is wearing shiny black boots, heavy boots laced tight, and the sole digs into Brennan’s tender skin. Jesse moves his foot, impassionedly watching as Brennan arches into the touch.
“Unlace them.” Jesse says, and he masses his foot, pushing Brennan to the floor with carefully applied pressure designed to bruise. They’ve played this game before and Jesse unmasses then stands in front of Brennan, remaining still as the elemental tugs at Jesse’s boot laces with his teeth.
“You look so good doing that.” Jesse says. He’s hard and bites on his lip, using the sting to keep control as he looks down at Brennan who lies on the floor, working at the laces of Jesse’s boots. “When you’re finished I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to pick you up and throw you on the bed. You like it when I do that don’t you? When you’re manhandled.”
Jesse hears a muffled groan and bends, phasing his fingers so they can slide through the surface of Brennan’s skin, tormenting with the barely there touch.
“Do you want me to touch you like this? Or like this?” Jesse asks. He unphases his hand then pinches Brennan’s ass, massing his fingers and squeezing hard. The bruise blooms in seconds, large and black, and Jesse knows Brennan will feel it for days. “I like to see you like this, marks caused by me on your skin. They’ll be more when I’m done. On your hips, your arms, and you’ll feel them and know who you belong to.
Jesse pinches again, creating another bruise then stands up straight as he feels his boots loosen. “Get on your knees and stay there. I’m going to fuck you now, push my cock inside you. Do you want that? To feel me deep inside? Maybe I should mass when I do that. Imagine my solid cock in you, stretching you.
Brennan visibly shudders and Jesse begins to strip, carefully peeling the leather from his body. “I’m almost naked now, you’ve a few seconds then you’re mine.”
Jesse throws his pants to the floor then picks up the lube, squirting some on his fingers before fisting his own cock. “I’m ready to fuck you now.”
Jesse moves until his cock is nudging against Brennan, then pushes in, thrusting hard and fast as Brennan gasps. Jesse’s hands are on Brennan’s hips, digging in as he thrusts over and over, rhythm furious.
“Do you like that? Can you take more?” Jesse’s control is almost gone as he questions Brennan. He knows he has to end this fast before they both go too far, and they will, it’s inevitable.
“Take it, Brennan. Take it.” Jesse demands, and he wrestles back enough control to mass his cock, letting Brennan control the pace as he writhes and pushes back against it. “That’s it, get yourself off. Fuck yourself on me.”
Brennan’s pace heats up at Jesse’s words, and his whole body trembles. Jesse feels nothing, his cock is numb in this state but the sight of Brennan impaling himself causes heat to flood his body, and he demasses quickly as he comes, collapsing against Brennan who’s lying flat on the floor, his whole body quivering.
“You okay?” Jesse questions, and Brennan nods his head. He doesn’t speak and Jesse doesn’t expect him to. It’s just another part to nights like this, so Jesse curls up with his head on Brennan’s chest and sleeps, and the night is over – until the next time.
Jenny, all I can say is sorry.
Jesse doesn’t use his powers on Brennan often, but sometimes, when the mood’s right and energy thrums through the air he lets himself go. When Brennan’s at Jesse’s feet, eyes dark and liquid as he silently begs for what he wants – what he needs.
On nights like that, Jesse lets his control slip slightly, as Brennan kneels at his feet, head down, ass up, skin so smooth that all Jesse wants to do is lick and taste every inch. But he doesn’t. Not tonight. Tonight’s about power, the give and take between two men who are equals; except when they’re not.
Dressed head to toe in leather, Jesse stands above Brennan, resting his foot on the other man’s back. Jesse is wearing shiny black boots, heavy boots laced tight, and the sole digs into Brennan’s tender skin. Jesse moves his foot, impassionedly watching as Brennan arches into the touch.
“Unlace them.” Jesse says, and he masses his foot, pushing Brennan to the floor with carefully applied pressure designed to bruise. They’ve played this game before and Jesse unmasses then stands in front of Brennan, remaining still as the elemental tugs at Jesse’s boot laces with his teeth.
“You look so good doing that.” Jesse says. He’s hard and bites on his lip, using the sting to keep control as he looks down at Brennan who lies on the floor, working at the laces of Jesse’s boots. “When you’re finished I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to pick you up and throw you on the bed. You like it when I do that don’t you? When you’re manhandled.”
Jesse hears a muffled groan and bends, phasing his fingers so they can slide through the surface of Brennan’s skin, tormenting with the barely there touch.
“Do you want me to touch you like this? Or like this?” Jesse asks. He unphases his hand then pinches Brennan’s ass, massing his fingers and squeezing hard. The bruise blooms in seconds, large and black, and Jesse knows Brennan will feel it for days. “I like to see you like this, marks caused by me on your skin. They’ll be more when I’m done. On your hips, your arms, and you’ll feel them and know who you belong to.
Jesse pinches again, creating another bruise then stands up straight as he feels his boots loosen. “Get on your knees and stay there. I’m going to fuck you now, push my cock inside you. Do you want that? To feel me deep inside? Maybe I should mass when I do that. Imagine my solid cock in you, stretching you.
Brennan visibly shudders and Jesse begins to strip, carefully peeling the leather from his body. “I’m almost naked now, you’ve a few seconds then you’re mine.”
Jesse throws his pants to the floor then picks up the lube, squirting some on his fingers before fisting his own cock. “I’m ready to fuck you now.”
Jesse moves until his cock is nudging against Brennan, then pushes in, thrusting hard and fast as Brennan gasps. Jesse’s hands are on Brennan’s hips, digging in as he thrusts over and over, rhythm furious.
“Do you like that? Can you take more?” Jesse’s control is almost gone as he questions Brennan. He knows he has to end this fast before they both go too far, and they will, it’s inevitable.
“Take it, Brennan. Take it.” Jesse demands, and he wrestles back enough control to mass his cock, letting Brennan control the pace as he writhes and pushes back against it. “That’s it, get yourself off. Fuck yourself on me.”
Brennan’s pace heats up at Jesse’s words, and his whole body trembles. Jesse feels nothing, his cock is numb in this state but the sight of Brennan impaling himself causes heat to flood his body, and he demasses quickly as he comes, collapsing against Brennan who’s lying flat on the floor, his whole body quivering.
“You okay?” Jesse questions, and Brennan nods his head. He doesn’t speak and Jesse doesn’t expect him to. It’s just another part to nights like this, so Jesse curls up with his head on Brennan’s chest and sleeps, and the night is over – until the next time.
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Date: 2004-03-25 01:12 am (UTC){{smacks AOHELL}}
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