bare_my_fangs | RL with Gale

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RL with Gale | Grab Bag Virus

You'd think that as a Gundam Pilot - a person living life on the edge, with their life always at stake - Michael would be an extremely light sleeper. You know, wide awake at the slightest noise and ready to attack. And you'd be right.

For the most part.

If Michael doesn't sense any immediate danger, then you can pretty much count on him to be out of it.

Kinda like right now.

Being transported to someone else's room - into their bed - in the middle of the night didn't do much of anything to Michael, save cause him to be sprawled out on top of Gale rather than just his own bed. He'd even stolen all of the blankets here as well, the duvet wrapped half around him with the other half hanging off the bed, and was content to sleep merrily away until morning.

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Gale let out a soft gasp of surprise as Michael bit his lip, then tilted his head up. He moaned and felt Vayu writhe in his mind as Michael bit down on his throat.

Vayu growled in his head, and a soft growl bubbled up from his own throat. How dare he try to take dominance, when Vayu had already taken him, shown him who was the stronger?

But Gale closed his eyes and forced it down. No, this is fine, there is nothing to be concerned about. Vayu rumbled, recognizing the deliberate submission, and lay quiescent. Gale shuddered and grew more docile under Michael's teeth, his fingers tensing and then relaxing.

Michael, not realising how close he had come to experiencing a repeat of last time, took his weight off his left hand so that he could pull at Gale's shirt, trying to bare more skin. His teeth grazed over the same spot before he turned his attentions further along, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

The way Gale was being aggressive yet docile - as though that was even possible - was making Michael just a little bit crazy, was pushing all sorts buttons insides him and turning him on more than he thought possible. It wasn't something he was going to question though; he was going to get all the pleasure from this that he missed out on last time.

After pulling futilely at Gale's top, somewhat distracted by one spot on his neck that seemed to make him twitch and moan, Michael sat back and frowned down at him slightly.

"This isn't going to work, man."

Edited 2009-11-26 06:05 (UTC)

Gale opened his eyes after a moment and blinked up at him in confusion. "You...you do not wish to?" he asked, disappointment thick in his tone. Michael was changing his mind now? They weren't even undressed yet.

And Gale was definitely feeling the affects of what Michael had done. His body had reacted, blood rushing into his groin and hardening his cock until it strained against his pants. If Michael didn't do this, Gale was sure he'd have to go find someone who would.

But he'd have to bring Michael along. That wouldn't do, either.

He sat up a little, reaching out with his free hand and curling his fingers in Michael's hair. "Please, do not stop now," he said, a hint of plea in his tone. "I do not wish to stop."

"Huh? What?" Michael has been staring at Gale's top, trying to figure out the best way to get him undressed whilst still being handcuffed together, but Gale had his full attention now. Gale begging had most definitely gotten his full attention. "Not stopping," he said, hips beginning a slow grind against Gale's, "Just looking for the best way to get you naked."

And then, because he couldn't resist, because even though he was new at it, Gale really did beg nicely, he leaned forward to seal their mouths together again, momentarily forgetting why he'd stopped in the first place.

Gale blinked at him, though he was distracted by the grinding motion Michael made against his hips. That only stimulated his member even more, making it ache and giving only tantalizing hints of relief.

But slowly, even as they kissed, Michael's words penetrated and he realized what was wrong. He broke off the kiss and looked up at Michael curiously. "Oh, that is not difficult."

He touched the place where the strap on his shoulder connected with the front part of his body armour. It sprang free, and he did the same with the other side, then began to squirm out of the coverall-style armour. The black T-shirt would have to stay on, but it wouldn't be hard to get him naked from the waist down, by any means.

Michael raised an eyebrow, but all he said was 'Better' before resuming the kiss. His free hand shoved its way up underneath the black t-shirt, fingers unerringly finding a nipple to play with.

He could feel how hard Gale was beneath him, but he wanted to hold out for a bit, drag out the foreplay a bit more to see if he could get Gale to beg for it again.

Gale gasped and writhed in response to the stimulation. It was difficult for him, his body's responses so unfamiliar even now. But he could only react honestly, and so he moved and soft noises erupted from his throat in response to what Michael did.

His own hand searched Michael's jumpsuit, searching for the fastenings with as much frustration as Michael had had with his own armour. He didn't break the kiss, though, finally finding a seam and following that to the zipper.

He thrust his tongue up into Michael's mouth urgently, rocking his body up against him with soft growls and moans. His body definitely wanted more.

Michael's fingers dug hard into Gale's chest as his mouth was fucked by Gale's tongue, his resolve to make Gale beg for it wavering. He wanted more and he wanted more now, and he was only punishng himself by making them wait for it.

He pulled his hand out from under Gale's top and reached down to undo his pants. He didn't waste any time in reaching in and drawing out Gale's cock, or wrapping his hand around it and stroking, his hand quickly becoming slick with pre-come. For someone who had the emotional diversity of a rock, Gale sure did 'needy' very well.

Gale might have been unemotional, but he also wasn't used to his body being stimulated in certain ways. It was overwhelming to him, and his body reacted viscerally, needing something it had been denied for its whole existence.

He gasped and jerked forward as Michael stroked him, his fingers stuttering and fumbling at Michael's zipper. Finally he managed to get the zipper down and his hand slipped inside, searching down to Michael's groin and wrapping around his cock in turn.

"Michael..." he moaned as they paused the kiss to take a few gulps of air. He couldn't even have explained why he said it.

Michael wasn't expecting that and let out a heartfelt groan, his hand faltering on Gale's cock for a second. He had his face pressed into Gale's neck as he concentrated on jerking him off, panting and moaning alternatively as his hips jerked into that grip.

It was good; just tight enough to really feel it as he thrust, thumb pressed just there to make him shudder... In fact it was a little too good, but then Michael shouldn't be surprised since it was Gale after all.

But Michael didn't want it to go like this. He wanted to push Gale back and wrap his lips around his cock, or spread his legs and fuck him stupid. So it was with great regret that he pulled away from that hand, removing his own hand in the process, and scooted backwards on the bed until his face was level with Gale's crotch.

Gale blinked his eyes open in confusion as Michael scooted away. A heartfelt moan of frustrated need escaped his throat, but Michael wasn't going far, it seemed. He shifted slightly, watching Michael intently.

The chain between their arms forced Michael's one arm up towards him, and Gale extended his hand to try to give him some slack.

"What...what are you going?" Gale panted helplessly.

Resting his weight on his bound hand, he used his other one to part and pull at the material of his pants until Gale's cock was fully bared.

He offered a smug, 'You'll see' in answer to his question before ducking down, lips parted to tease the slit with his tongue as he lapped at the pre-come leaking from the head.

Edited 2009-11-29 22:46 (UTC)

Gale had been touched there, but not like this. He cried out and threw his head back, his body jerking in response to the teasing as his free hand curled tightly in Michael's hair.

For a second, Vayu roared into life in his head, eager for more of the pleasure. Veins crawled out from the tattoo on his calf, but he gasped and struggled, and fought them back. He could keep this together. He could.

Michael was getting all to adept at knowing when Gale was in the midsts of changing. He felt that familiar sensation crawling over his body and his head shot up - as much as Gale's grip in his hair would allow - to stare somewhat horrified at him.

"Oi," he called out, all false bravado, "You better not be changing, you know."

Gale gasped for breath, and the veins receded back into the tattoo, the feeling fading.

"No...I'm not changing," he panted. "Please...please don't stop, Michael."

"You better not," he warned before ducking his head once more to continue. He ran his tongue along the length before closing his lips around the tip.

His eyes slid shut as he took in more of Gale, wriggling his tongue against the head as he began bobbing his head in a slow, steady rhythm.

Gale cried out again and writhed under Michael's attention, his fingers tightening and loosening convulsively in Michael's hair. His hips jerked up, fucking Michael's mouth a little. It felt so good, and though Vayu rumbled in his head, he managed to keep a handle on that as well.

It took only minutes before his cries were beginning to rise, before he grew close to orgasm.

Michael moaned himself as he felt Gale thrusting deep in his throat. He didn't have to do much now, just provide somewhere warm and wet for Gale to thrust into.

Hearing Gale's cried get a little louder, a little more desperate, Michael increased his efforts, taking his cock in all the way and swallowing around it, trying to push him over the edge.

Gale cried out again and arched, thrusting one last time into Michael's mouth before he orgasmed hard. He forgot completely about controlling his change, but this time Vayu was too distracted by the sensations to try to take control. He writhed and thrashed for a few long moments before collapsing, panting, onto the mattress.

Michael swallowed without choking, throat working to milk every drop from his cock. Once Gale was completely spent, he slid his mouth off slowly, using his tongue to make sure he got every last drop, and crawled back up his body to let Gale taste himself in his mouth.

Gale returned the kiss hungrily, tasting the odd flavour and letting his tongue dart out to explore more fully.

That was...definitely an education.

Ridiculously hard by this point, Michael's hips started grinding against Gale's, almost of their own accord, as the kiss became more and more aggressive.

He broke the kiss with a moan and murmured against Gale's lips, "I want to fuck you."

Gale shuddered and rocked upwards against Michael's hips, his fingers digging into Michael's back as the kiss and the grinding motion began to awaken his arousal again. He was a bit too sensitive, but that didn't hold him back.

"V-very well," he managed, though he was panting for breath. He knew what that word meant, by now.

"Good," he said, although that was only really a formality. After all, he was going to fuck Gale, whether he agreed to it or not.

He pulled Gale's pants down even further, struggling to get them out of the way using only one hand, and settled in between his legs. Two fingers searched out and found his entrance, and he shoved them inside, working quickly to stretch him. With everything that had happened, Michael wasn't at his most patient right now.

Gale helped Michael as best he could to remove his pants, then spread his legs as Michael settled between them. He didn't know enough to be nervous at this, but then he let out a yell of surprise as two fingers wormed their way into his body, stretching him in a way he'd never felt before.

He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut, recognizing the need to relax and struggling to get his body to obey him. It didn't feel bad, and Gale was tough enough that it didn't hurt him. But it definitely felt weird.

In the back of his mind, he was starting to realize why Michael was so pissed off at him when Vayu had fucked him.

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GO TO BED

I-I DID

GOOD GIRL

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