Bridge Me
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Bridge Me
Title: Bridge Me
Fandom: Pokémon
- Characters: Brandon, Samuel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ...COUGH. Braveryshipping, at its kinkiest. Completely inspired by DP 128...where Samuel was there for all of a minute and so seconds.
Samuel is no less than positive this is the best idea he let Brandon have. It all has to start with the right approach; as much as staring at the scenery below could be fascinating, at some point, it has to get boring. That's the moment it has to start with, when the watching of vast expanse from their flying castle is on the slow side. Samuel hedges his bets when they were flying over the dead region of the ocean.
From there, it becomes the opening line. It has to be perfect: casual, common, and engaging.
Always smile. Smile like you're happy, because you are, but also like there's something else in mind, that faint turn of a mouth corner the brain recognizes and processes to wonder what it means. Make the other think, churn.
Then bring in the line that links it all together, and wait for him to lean in and kiss you with a hand trapping your neck so you cannot turn away, and an arm locking you securely into place so there's no running.
Samuel doesn't have plans to run. Because he's too busy making Brandon believe he needs this more than Samuel, which means he needs to believe there's no time to travel back to Brandon's quarters to ravish Samuel thoroughly. The bridge had to be good enough for Brandon.
It takes little encouragement. Samuel squirms, making the faces he knows ignites Brandon's passions like an erupting volcano blow itself sky high, and making needy noises that gets his King harder than Registeel. No wall is convenient enough; it must be where they stand. And where Samuel made sure Brandon was standing was at the helm.
He's shoved against it, wooden parts sticking flatly at the small of his back and other wooden parts trying to mingle with Samuel's wooden parts through the cloth of their pants. And Samuel makes the happiest noise he can to tell Brandon, This is okay right here.
The cue isn't missed, nor is the beat where Brandon's hands fly to Samuel's waist to unsnap, unzip, uncover the cock that would bob if it were free entirely as if to say, "Hi!" as cheerfully to be manhandled as possible. Because Brandon has callouses upon callouses, and the friction of jerky jerks and twists makes his knees water and his mouth buckle. Samuel has to squirm to shimmy his pants off his hips and kick to get them off his feet, Brandon no help as he found one prize and is looking for several others on his own person.
Foreplay? Samuel does not want foreplay. This is what he wants. OhgodREALLY--
Samuel braces himself against the helm as Brandon hoists his body up and wraps his legs around Brandon's waist, noting that his pants are dangling off one shod foot and not caring because Brandon is seeking his entrance with oiled fingers and yes the best sex ever is right in this spot, and when those fingers slip inside him, he is not play-acting anymore with that groan.
Brandon has to manhandle him some more so this can work, and Samuel is not complaining so much as he's helping it along. And when Brandon finally sinks himself into Samuel's body, the best idea and the best sex is getting better and better.
Except the wheel is turning with the thrusts, so Brandon's hands abandon keeping Samuel steady to keep the Battle Pyramid steady, grasping the helm. Samuel compensates by hooking his arms over and under Brandon's, linking them together; his legs are already prepared to lock far more securely should for any reason Brandon decide pressing him to the wheel wasn't a good enough idea anymore, and he's now the one setting two-thirds the pace.
The sex never had much kissing; Brandon likes the noise, Samuel's and the Pyramid's. He never deprived himself of either, and he isn't starting now. So Samuel is left with no muffle to stifle his arcing cries (not that he would). Faster his own hips move, Brandon trying to match it with manly grunts that make Samuel want to rut, he finds it that wild.
Samuel ached for this longer than Brandon even realized he probably wanted to do this as well, some deep-seeded message that keeps blinking like an answering machine: Need to fuck Samuel's brains out, need to fuck Samuel's brains out, or so Samuel likes to imagine; it's natural he comes first. But Brandon's still hard and Samuel's like jelly, so when his feet are lowered to the floor, he's not sure what's going on until he's spun around and pounded into far easier than the previous position allowed. He doesn't last long, and Samuel wouldn't feel accomplished if Brandon had.
Best idea and best sex just becomes the bestest idea and the bestest sex...ever.
"Are we there yet?" Samuel whispers playfully, dregs of his satisfaction wholly evident in his voice.
Brandon gives him a look, and Samuel knows exactly what is about to come out of his mouth. He catches that mouth with his own, because he doesn't particularly feel like being screamed at reflexively right now. Because with a little more encouragement, coupled with the knowledge Snowpoint City is still hours away, round two is looking to be in their future.
Fandom: Pokémon
- Characters: Brandon, Samuel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ...COUGH. Braveryshipping, at its kinkiest. Completely inspired by DP 128...where Samuel was there for all of a minute and so seconds.
Samuel is no less than positive this is the best idea he let Brandon have. It all has to start with the right approach; as much as staring at the scenery below could be fascinating, at some point, it has to get boring. That's the moment it has to start with, when the watching of vast expanse from their flying castle is on the slow side. Samuel hedges his bets when they were flying over the dead region of the ocean.
From there, it becomes the opening line. It has to be perfect: casual, common, and engaging.
Always smile. Smile like you're happy, because you are, but also like there's something else in mind, that faint turn of a mouth corner the brain recognizes and processes to wonder what it means. Make the other think, churn.
Then bring in the line that links it all together, and wait for him to lean in and kiss you with a hand trapping your neck so you cannot turn away, and an arm locking you securely into place so there's no running.
Samuel doesn't have plans to run. Because he's too busy making Brandon believe he needs this more than Samuel, which means he needs to believe there's no time to travel back to Brandon's quarters to ravish Samuel thoroughly. The bridge had to be good enough for Brandon.
It takes little encouragement. Samuel squirms, making the faces he knows ignites Brandon's passions like an erupting volcano blow itself sky high, and making needy noises that gets his King harder than Registeel. No wall is convenient enough; it must be where they stand. And where Samuel made sure Brandon was standing was at the helm.
He's shoved against it, wooden parts sticking flatly at the small of his back and other wooden parts trying to mingle with Samuel's wooden parts through the cloth of their pants. And Samuel makes the happiest noise he can to tell Brandon, This is okay right here.
The cue isn't missed, nor is the beat where Brandon's hands fly to Samuel's waist to unsnap, unzip, uncover the cock that would bob if it were free entirely as if to say, "Hi!" as cheerfully to be manhandled as possible. Because Brandon has callouses upon callouses, and the friction of jerky jerks and twists makes his knees water and his mouth buckle. Samuel has to squirm to shimmy his pants off his hips and kick to get them off his feet, Brandon no help as he found one prize and is looking for several others on his own person.
Foreplay? Samuel does not want foreplay. This is what he wants. OhgodREALLY--
Samuel braces himself against the helm as Brandon hoists his body up and wraps his legs around Brandon's waist, noting that his pants are dangling off one shod foot and not caring because Brandon is seeking his entrance with oiled fingers and yes the best sex ever is right in this spot, and when those fingers slip inside him, he is not play-acting anymore with that groan.
Brandon has to manhandle him some more so this can work, and Samuel is not complaining so much as he's helping it along. And when Brandon finally sinks himself into Samuel's body, the best idea and the best sex is getting better and better.
Except the wheel is turning with the thrusts, so Brandon's hands abandon keeping Samuel steady to keep the Battle Pyramid steady, grasping the helm. Samuel compensates by hooking his arms over and under Brandon's, linking them together; his legs are already prepared to lock far more securely should for any reason Brandon decide pressing him to the wheel wasn't a good enough idea anymore, and he's now the one setting two-thirds the pace.
The sex never had much kissing; Brandon likes the noise, Samuel's and the Pyramid's. He never deprived himself of either, and he isn't starting now. So Samuel is left with no muffle to stifle his arcing cries (not that he would). Faster his own hips move, Brandon trying to match it with manly grunts that make Samuel want to rut, he finds it that wild.
Samuel ached for this longer than Brandon even realized he probably wanted to do this as well, some deep-seeded message that keeps blinking like an answering machine: Need to fuck Samuel's brains out, need to fuck Samuel's brains out, or so Samuel likes to imagine; it's natural he comes first. But Brandon's still hard and Samuel's like jelly, so when his feet are lowered to the floor, he's not sure what's going on until he's spun around and pounded into far easier than the previous position allowed. He doesn't last long, and Samuel wouldn't feel accomplished if Brandon had.
Best idea and best sex just becomes the bestest idea and the bestest sex...ever.
"Are we there yet?" Samuel whispers playfully, dregs of his satisfaction wholly evident in his voice.
Brandon gives him a look, and Samuel knows exactly what is about to come out of his mouth. He catches that mouth with his own, because he doesn't particularly feel like being screamed at reflexively right now. Because with a little more encouragement, coupled with the knowledge Snowpoint City is still hours away, round two is looking to be in their future.