surranndie

For

kseda, whose birthday calls for something completely absurd and ridiculous. You're welcome.

Title: Ride
Rating: Porn.
Characters: Um, you have to ask?
Summary: There are no words for this. Just...~GAYLORD~.

Forty-seven minutes ago, Cain really, really cared about his pride. He argued and fought and literally dug in his heels to avoid being dragged into Glitch's ~~madness~~ 'great idea', but nothing had worked. No amount of logic or simple dignity would disuade Glitch.

Then again, the promise of what Glitch was offering was enough to keep Cain from running away altogether.

So that was how he found himself on his back, his clothing hanging from the tightly woven reeds above his head and Glitch straddling him and making sounds Cain had never heard before.

If he closed his eyes and focused on the man riding him with all his focus - Cain could almost pretend they were not currently doing something completely filthy on the floor of Ahamo's hot air balloon.

But then Glitch would twist just right and Cain would bite his lip to keep from yelling, his hands gripping Glitch's hips ever tighter. Cain's body betrayed him, thrusting up hard and fast and the agony of sexual abandon would course through him like an unstoppable storm.

And he would look up, first at Glitch's unrepentant grin and then, past that, at the walls of the basket, at the ropes ascending above them, at the impossibly huge balloon suspended high from the rafters of the storage barn. Glitch had explained it earlier - how they kept the fabric off the ground to prevent it from rotting.

Right now, Cain could care less. Some tiny part of his mind was still terrified at being discovered by someone, anyone, in such a humiliating position. Then he would draw his eyes down again and find himself looking at the wicked, depraved smirk Glitch was giving him even as they drove one another to the peak of ecstasy.

Cain pulled up his legs, bracing his feet on the side of the basket, at the same time sliding his hands around to grip Glitch's round ass. He panted hard, grunting with each breath pushed out as he focused on the slick slide in and out of Glitch's body. One hand moved further, fingers slipping into the crack and rubbing just above where they were joined.

Glitch gave a harsh shout and fell forward, laughing as he came on himself and Cain and the abandoned undershirt next to them. His whole body jerked with the force of it, shuddering and clenching in the most intimate of places. It was enough to send Cain gasping into his own orgasm, marking Glitch from the inside.

At that moment, with the damp and trembling body draped in his arms, Cain finally realized he could care less where they were. He discovered what Glitch, in his genius, already knew - that where you were meant nothing compared to who you were with.

~*~

End.