There was something euphorically electric about another man breathing hot words against his throat, especially when they had a hint of ego in them. A little ego was good. It was no wonder his favorite characters tended to be ones like Kakashi or Dick Grayson—Nightwing. And damn him if it didn’t make him shudder, shake just once in Dudley’s lap. Even so, his hands continued to tug upward—to pull at the other man’s shirt.
All he wanted at that moment was skin.
Thus, when Dudley had finished undoing the top button his pants and pulled away to bend forward slightly—to tug the shirt off—Desmond continued to aid. Impatiently. Once gone, on the floor in a pile of red fabric, Desmond exhaled and the idea of a complete thought left him. His brain shut down as his gaze dropped to Dudley’s chest--beautiful. He didn’t bother with embarrassment, but he couldn't help the way his mouth fired off an auto-response to ‘fancy-ass engraved invitation’.
“If I wanted that I’d still be in LA,” he breathed.
But it didn’t register. There were better things to think about than the special printing business his mother hired to make and send out similar invitations for her events. He had a whole stack of them at home under a pile on one of his work tables.
His brain was anywhere but that though. Which was good, because that was around the time Dudley was grinding upward—that he was grinding back unashamedly; and Desmond absolutely did not need to be thinking about his mother or her parties. He was groaning against Dudley’s mouth, into it. In that time he shifted, letting the bomber jacket fall from his shoulders—his arms. The leather hit the floor behind with a solid thunk. Satisfying, in a way.
A pang of something sweet swept through him as Dudley thought to remove the googles, as soft fingers slipped through his strands and along his scalp just so. Desmond wanted to tell him they’d be fine. His goggles were one of the few things that could take a beating. But it didn’t really seem pertinent. Not when he was grunting out the order, an action that in any other situation might have made Desmond laugh.
As it stood, he was too busy returning that kiss—hard, sharp, a little messy, and promising so much more. He was only starting to reach for Dudley’s pants when he felt nails scraping along his back—a sensation that made him hiss and arch at the same time.
“Fuck.” Wait, had he said that out loud? Yes. He didn’t care, not when Dudley’s mouth was on his collarbone... warming... Desmond hands were on his shoulders, nails digging in return.
And then he stopped.
Which left Desmond reeling, heady, and coming back to earth just barely. Why...? He caught the grin and the words. His only response was to exhale, close his eyes, and stand. The back of his thighs brushed the edge of the control panel as he kicked away the jacket that had been in his way, as he bent forward slightly and grabbed at the top back of his shirt. In one smooth motion he removed it and dropped it onto the pile Dudley had created with his own shirt.
Without looking at Dudley, he lifted a booted foot onto the chair, the space between the other man’s legs. Then he slid the zipper that was built into the inside of the leg down. He did this again for the other foot; both shoes, and socks, were added to the pile without a glace. Jeans came next, his underwear in the same motion; those he kicked towards the pile forming on Dudley’s left.
It was then Desmond finally met Dudley’s gaze. The blush hadn’t gone away; even so, sex wasn’t exactly one of those things Desmond felt too shy about. It came with its own awkwardness, but he was too turned on to give a damn. You didn’t have to talk to fuck, so he figured he was mostly alright.
He couldn’t deny the internal shiver of fear that Dudley might find him wanting. Desmond wasn’t ripped, but the kind of work he did hadn’t left him without at least the hint of abs or that ever-elusive v-cut, bare as it was. He was still hard; that part of him wasn't impressive or unimpressive either. He supposed, based on numbers and comparisons, all of this he wasn't doing in his head right now. Circumcised too; and partially shaven because he didn't like too much hair down there on his own body when he'd never had any on his chest and... it didn't matter, he told himself, pushing down the nervousness.
Still, despite a fragment of fear doing a dance in his chest, he watched Dudley for a moment before reaching for him—pulling him up. Damn he needed to be taller, he told himself as he tip-toed up to press a kiss to his mouth once more, while at the same time busying his hands with undoing and jerking Dudley’s own pants down.
He really needed to find out if Dudley worked tomorrow; at least, if this was any indication of what he had to look forward to. Because he sure as hell didn't want to think about the other man slipping out in the middle of the night.
All he wanted at that moment was skin.
Thus, when Dudley had finished undoing the top button his pants and pulled away to bend forward slightly—to tug the shirt off—Desmond continued to aid. Impatiently. Once gone, on the floor in a pile of red fabric, Desmond exhaled and the idea of a complete thought left him. His brain shut down as his gaze dropped to Dudley’s chest--beautiful. He didn’t bother with embarrassment, but he couldn't help the way his mouth fired off an auto-response to ‘fancy-ass engraved invitation’.
“If I wanted that I’d still be in LA,” he breathed.
But it didn’t register. There were better things to think about than the special printing business his mother hired to make and send out similar invitations for her events. He had a whole stack of them at home under a pile on one of his work tables.
His brain was anywhere but that though. Which was good, because that was around the time Dudley was grinding upward—that he was grinding back unashamedly; and Desmond absolutely did not need to be thinking about his mother or her parties. He was groaning against Dudley’s mouth, into it. In that time he shifted, letting the bomber jacket fall from his shoulders—his arms. The leather hit the floor behind with a solid thunk. Satisfying, in a way.
A pang of something sweet swept through him as Dudley thought to remove the googles, as soft fingers slipped through his strands and along his scalp just so. Desmond wanted to tell him they’d be fine. His goggles were one of the few things that could take a beating. But it didn’t really seem pertinent. Not when he was grunting out the order, an action that in any other situation might have made Desmond laugh.
As it stood, he was too busy returning that kiss—hard, sharp, a little messy, and promising so much more. He was only starting to reach for Dudley’s pants when he felt nails scraping along his back—a sensation that made him hiss and arch at the same time.
“Fuck.” Wait, had he said that out loud? Yes. He didn’t care, not when Dudley’s mouth was on his collarbone... warming... Desmond hands were on his shoulders, nails digging in return.
And then he stopped.
Which left Desmond reeling, heady, and coming back to earth just barely. Why...? He caught the grin and the words. His only response was to exhale, close his eyes, and stand. The back of his thighs brushed the edge of the control panel as he kicked away the jacket that had been in his way, as he bent forward slightly and grabbed at the top back of his shirt. In one smooth motion he removed it and dropped it onto the pile Dudley had created with his own shirt.
Without looking at Dudley, he lifted a booted foot onto the chair, the space between the other man’s legs. Then he slid the zipper that was built into the inside of the leg down. He did this again for the other foot; both shoes, and socks, were added to the pile without a glace. Jeans came next, his underwear in the same motion; those he kicked towards the pile forming on Dudley’s left.
It was then Desmond finally met Dudley’s gaze. The blush hadn’t gone away; even so, sex wasn’t exactly one of those things Desmond felt too shy about. It came with its own awkwardness, but he was too turned on to give a damn. You didn’t have to talk to fuck, so he figured he was mostly alright.
He couldn’t deny the internal shiver of fear that Dudley might find him wanting. Desmond wasn’t ripped, but the kind of work he did hadn’t left him without at least the hint of abs or that ever-elusive v-cut, bare as it was. He was still hard; that part of him wasn't impressive or unimpressive either. He supposed, based on numbers and comparisons, all of this he wasn't doing in his head right now. Circumcised too; and partially shaven because he didn't like too much hair down there on his own body when he'd never had any on his chest and... it didn't matter, he told himself, pushing down the nervousness.
Still, despite a fragment of fear doing a dance in his chest, he watched Dudley for a moment before reaching for him—pulling him up. Damn he needed to be taller, he told himself as he tip-toed up to press a kiss to his mouth once more, while at the same time busying his hands with undoing and jerking Dudley’s own pants down.
He really needed to find out if Dudley worked tomorrow; at least, if this was any indication of what he had to look forward to. Because he sure as hell didn't want to think about the other man slipping out in the middle of the night.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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