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So, despite a tiny amount of effort, I couldn't come up with a theme for this round. Instead, I'm going to steal someone else's theme, sort of. Someone around here (who shall remain nameless for their own sanity's sake) said something about existing 'verses and I've considered that before, so this time I'm going with it for sure.
Drabbles this time around - MISSING SCENES! That is, missing scenes from my previously written fics. Such as "Tangible," "Perceptible," etc. - the longer ones that have time gaps may be easiest. The list can be found here:
Master List
We'll see how well this works out. It could be a complete disaster.
Drabbles this time around - MISSING SCENES! That is, missing scenes from my previously written fics. Such as "Tangible," "Perceptible," etc. - the longer ones that have time gaps may be easiest. The list can be found here:
Master List
We'll see how well this works out. It could be a complete disaster.
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Glitch kept his head low to hide the smile that he just could not contain at the sight of his pathetic soon-to-be-husband. The moment they returned to their room following the reception, Cain had simply flung himself to the bed and stayed there, on his back, arms out as wide as they would reach.
"Is that your way of saying you'd like me to seduce you?" Glitch asked with his back turned, unbuttoning his formal jacket with painstaking precision.
"My son is married," Cain announced for the seventh time since they left the party. "How am I even old enough for that to be possible?"
Glitch chuckled warmly as he hung his uniform jacket neatly on one of the matching hooks next to the door, then gave a quick look to make sure the locks were in place before turning. Hands on hips, he shook his head with mock sadness. "I suppose that means the fun part of our evening is out of the question, since it's time for the old man to go to bed."
With a growl, Cain shot up and was across the short distance between them in seconds. Hand sliding around Glitch's wrist through practice more than attention, he dragged Glitch over to the bed then proceeded to drape himself across the bed in his previous position.
"Well, look who isn't such an old man now," Glitch said smugly, crawling on his knees until he was straddling Cain's hips. He leaned down to capture pouting lips, letting his mouth say what he couldn't find the words to.
"Enough, I get it," Cain grumbled with a smile. "I'm sorry I said anything about being old."
"Good," Glitch rubbed his nose against Cain's cheek, sliding down to nip at the skin below his ear. He felt hands on his chest, buttons and hooks being worked and he moaned softly against Cain's throat. "That's more like it, sunshine."
"Less talking, more naked," Cain grunted.
Glitch kissed Cain's forehead before moving down to his mouth again, keeping them joined as shirts and pants were shuffled out of the way, neither willing to lose contact for such a mundane purpose. It took longer than it should have but they enjoyed the process far more, having hands sliding and gripping, warm and inviting, as they removed each other's clothes.
Cain shifted up onto the bed further, his legs no longer dangling over the edge and he took Glitch with him. Glitch made himself at home right where he was, knees on either side of Cain's hips, mouthing the wide chest under him, erections bumping together just enough to tease.
They touched, claimed, stroked and kissed everything they could reach on one another, taking their time and simply enjoying the luxury of having that time. Glitch wound up sprawled out on top of Cain, cradled between his legs and somehow, unwittingly, they found a matching rhythm.
Slow, achingly tender, they moved together, Cain's hands on Glitch's ass and Glitch gripping Cain's shoulders for leverage. Glitch was the first to lose control, shaking and pushing hard, knees digging into the bed, he panted his gratitude against Cain's collarbone as he found release. Cain trembled under him, sliding slickly against Glitch's stomach until his own climax brought a sharp groan from somewhere deep.
Cain's hands never stopped moving, stroking Glitch's back as they lay there, sated and exhausted, emotionally and physically, warm in the aftermath and unwilling to move just yet.
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LOL! Loved it!
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