reposing: (didn't mean to make you cry)
Adrian "Alucard" Ţepeş ([personal profile] reposing) wrote2019-01-05 04:53 pm

we'll bang ok


[Continued from here!]

[At the pull of his hair, the dhampir gives a soft hiss but doesn't struggle much. His fingers leave Greed's face and he works his way down, finally reaching for the clasps of of the homunculus' trousers to let his cock free. It doesn't come without some teasing, though; he's rolling his thumbs over the notable bulge before he's going to finally comply.]


Not concerned that I'm just going to bite it off?

[He could, theoretically. Not that he would.]

Will my teeth be an issue? [They haven't been, but some people are fairly protective of their genitalia.]
cupiditates: face?? please stop being like this (flirt; god is this really your flirting)

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
There you go--

[He murmurs it. It's incredibly difficult not to just push forward in one heated thrust, but he tries. He's so nice, god . . . and truth be told, going slow has its own pleasures. His fingers are tight on his hips, tugging him back as he rocks forward, until finally, finally he's settled in him, and--]

God, fuck--

[He leans in, and now he's rough: his teeth outright sink into the crook of Alucard's neck, drawing blood. He's not nearly as fond of it as Alucard is, but that doesn't mean he minds it: his tongue slides over the wound, his hips snapping forward faster, harder, til he's outright slamming into him, and goddamn but has he missed sex, he really has.]
cupiditates: (arrogant; with women being mad at me)

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He loves the noises he makes. All those muffles shouts and moans, but oh, that whine . . . he sounds so fantastically needy. Desperate, and he won't ruin things by asking just how long it's been for him, but-- well. Clearly a fair bit of time (or he's even more of a slut than he seems).

There's a thousand reasons to be glad to fuck a homunculus, but one of the best ones is this: there's no flagging of his pace. He has no need to breathe and no limits on his stamina, so long, long after a human would have slowed, Greed fucks him with the same pace, hard and fast, pulling him back at the same time.

And it's not that he minds Alucard getting himself off, not at all. He likes the way he sounds, the slick way he strokes himself. But he's not nearly done with him just yet-- and the second he thinks Alucard is getting close, his hand darts down, gripping the base of his cock tightly, leaning in as he does.]


Mm, no, not yet.

[He breathes it out against his ear, nipping a moment later.]
cupiditates: (happy; "For Around Eight Months")

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
No, no-- stop that.

[His hand lands in a solid smack against his ass, chiding and teasing all at once, as his fingers curl in for a quick grope. Then he grips his hip, stilling him. Alucard might be able to break free if they're truly fighting, but Greed has a feeling he won't fight too much.]

Settle down, little dhampir. You'll come when I want you to and not a minute more.
cupiditates: (talk; i'm new in town)

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
There he is . . .

[He kisses the side of his neck, grinning as he does.]

You gonna be good if I let you go?
cupiditates: (happy; "For Around Eight Months")

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[Slowly, he releases him. When neither of Alucard's hands dart down, he hums in pleasure and strokes his fingers gently up the length of him, lingering against the tip.]

You are hot for it . . . poor thing. But hey: patience is a virtue, isn't it? You oughta be thanking me for teaching you.

[Not that he sounds all that virtuous as he pulls his hand back. Gripping his hips, he starts up his rhythm again, fucking into him eagerly. He doesn't hold back, not a bit-- but he does add, as he thrusts deep into him again:]

If you come before I say you can, you're gonna be real sorry.
cupiditates: (flirt; i can't listen to any new songs)

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
[He'll heap praise on him afterwards. He's genuinely impressed, frankly; he certainly wouldn't be so patient. But Alucard's patience will pay off, he's determined-- and it won't take too long, not at all, not at this pace. Not when Alucard makes such a delicious sight, biting at his arm, trembling beneath him, his head ducked down and his ass bouncing on each hard thrust. God, god, and just the sight is almost enough to make him finish, never mind filling him up over and over again.

And oh, there-- he shouts as he feels his orgasm hit him, so hard it's almost dizzying; his nails dig deep into Alucard's hips, drawing blood as he spills into him. Filling him up, but more importantly, marking him: not forever, not really, but he loves being possessive of his things, he really does.

And Alucard is his. In the way that everyone Greed likes is his, whether they know it or not.]


Ahh, fuck . . .

[He exhales slowly, blinking hard as he takes a moment. It does not escape him that Alucard has yet to come, but he is, after all, sort of a dick. He's slow in the way he pulls out, wincing in pleasure; he pats his ass a moment later, a silent stand up.

Because he's getting to his knees, his hand already reaching for him.]
cupiditates: (happy; "Oh You're in Xing Wednesday?")

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
Good. You're so good for me, Alucard . . .

[It's quiet praise, but give him this: now that Alucard has been so good, Greed won't draw out his reward. Darting forward, he slides his tongue lewdly over his cock, base to tip, before wrapping his lips tight around the head. He won't take him entirely in his mouth, not now, but his fingers wrap around the rest of him. He'll jerk him off, suck on him, swirl his tongue over the head, attend to him so well, right up til he comes.

Because he's nice like that.]
cupiditates: YOU LOOK LIKE A BABY (happy; what the fuck what the fuck)

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He licks his lips, one broad hand coming up to wipe away what his tongue couldn't. He's grinning, delighted that Alucard had finished so hard, because it really just seals the deal on the whole night: that this had been a good choice on his part. That this was worth it. That he ought to come and do this again and again.

Getting to his feet, he steps in, wrapping an arm around him. One hand splays on the small of his back, as he grins down at him.]


You still alive?
cupiditates: (happy; i want to write a song)

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[He grips his hip once, tightly, assuring, before stepping back.]

You heard me, right?

[So that's a big yes, said with a laugh as he turns. His trousers are . . . somewhere around here, hopefully some wolf hasn't made off with them. Like, he can just walk around with his dick out, but that's a little much, even for him.]

What about you? You all sated for the moment?

[Aha, and he grabs them, shimmying them on. It's a feat, considering they're leather. Be in awe of his skills.]
cupiditates: (happy; about 75 times)

[personal profile] cupiditates 2019-01-06 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
High praise indeed.

[He mutters it, lingering by Alucard's mouth for a few seconds.]

Hey. If we don't all get murdered going over the wall tomorrow, come back for a second round sometime. Or I'll just come find you, huh?