your skin upon my skin

[both_neither]

Who: Gren and Vicious
What: An impromptu movie night. Of a sort.
When: Saturday night
Where: Vicious' room
Rating: R

[He let's himself into the room like he's done dozen of times before already, as if this was his room and not his comrades'. But there's nothing in there for him except peace and quiet and music, when he needs it. But it's here he seems to end up half the time. He's never really asked. Just settled in and never left.

He's come straight from Shatterstar's room, after finding his alternative choice for entertainment and companionship had vacated the castle entirely. Most of the movies he'd found in the collection were the expected cheesy action flicks, but there were a few less expected, more...adult...finds among them.

No sense letting those go to waste.

Humming a little to himself, he dropped the stack of movies on a table and sorted through them until he found one that caught his eye, popped it in, and set it to play as he flopped onto the bed with a smirk.

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[both_neither]

[He made a quiet 'oh' of brief surprise, tilting his head and bowing his head, silent in both compliance and invitation. His fingers clutched lightly at the back of Vicious' neck, thumb stroking in an almost clandestinely affectionate matter, though mostly it was to keep himself from falling over]

[nothingtobelieve]

[Vicious smiled against Gren's skin at that reaction and then bit down, teeth marking skin, a predator claiming what was his, while his hand continued to stroke, teasingly. At times like this, he almost found his own physical pleasure came second to seeing the sorts of reactions he could coax out of the other man]

[both_neither]

[There was a strangled sound that might have been an aborted 'No' at the sudden pain, though he does quite the opposite of resist. He slumps forward with a whimper, hand catching in Vicious' hair as he makes what are more or less futile attempts to thrust his hips towards Vicious' hand, given the nature of the position he'd gotten himself into. Anything to balance the pain into pleasure, but one was very much like the other where the other man was concerned.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[It was impossible not to smile at that, not to be pleased with his own handiwork. It was also impossible, however strong his resolve, not to be effected by Gren shifting around in his lap like that. He bit back a groan and caught Gren's hip with the hand that wasn't busy teasing him, hoping to forestall any more movement]

[both_neither]

[This motion to control is exactly the kind of thing he craves from Vicious, and he instantly makes an effort at obedience, tensing his legs and holding himself as still as he can, minus the helpless shivering in response to the motions of that hand. With his head resting on Vicious' shoulder, he makes soft, pleading sounds and holds on]

[nothingtobelieve]

[Obedience deserves its rewards, and its challenges. And in this instance, Vicious has the opportunity to do both, as he goes from teasing to stroking Gren properly, while his other hand stays clamped on his hip, silently exerting his control, almost daring Gren to defy it.]

[both_neither]

[His breathing deepens, a much from the pleasure as the effort it takes to keep still. It's exhilarating in it's own way. That said, he sidesteps defiance and works around it by doing his best to distract himself with the only thing he can reach. He turns his head so he can kiss up the side of Vicious' neck up towards the shell of his ear, scraping just slightly with his teeth.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[Gren's mouth on his neck is distracting in an altogether pleasing way, but he does his best to keep his attention from being diverted. He was testing Gren's willpower, here, not his own, though he had to admire Gren's tactics. even while he did his best to completely ignore them.]

[both_neither]

[It's a game he's destined to probably lose, but there really isn't much downside to that in his mind.]

Please...

[Soft pleading into Vicious ear followed up by a tongue, teasing back even as his legs start to quiver. Something's going to give soon, though it's hard to say what]

[nothingtobelieve]

[At that plea, he stops completely, never one to play fair, especially in light of the way Gren is teasing back.]

I could finish you off, just like this.

[When he touches him again, it's feather-light, just insubstantial enough to be cruel]

[both_neither]

[He can't help but make a small, almost pained, whimper at that, along with another small jerk of his hips, seeking the contact]

But would you...want to...?

[Which is about all he can come up with at the moment; neither a permission or denial. It hadn't been in his plans, per se, but this slow, torturous approach is almost as good as the alternative.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[Vicious did nothing for a moment, contemplating the options. It was true that the current course of events left something to be desired as far as his own satisfaction went, as enjoyable as torturing the other man always proved to be.

After a moment, he made his decision, hands moving to Gren's shoulders to push him off and down onto the bed, where he could pin him down more efficiently.]

[both_neither]

[To be honest, he'd been close to doing much the same himself, so he rolls with the motion with ease, laughing a little under his breath, wriggling his hips to get rid of the pants that were trapped rather inconveniently halfway down where his hand had trouble getting to them.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He leans in for a quick, almost crushing kiss before pulling away again so he can get rid of his own clothing and go rummaging in the bedside drawer.]

[both_neither]

[Gren followed in kind, as near to frantic as he usually got, and quickly sat up, draping himself across Vicious' back as he mouthed urgent kisses over the sharp angles of the other man's shoulders and spine, scraping just slightly with his teeth but not enough to cause pain.

What Vicious needed was probably close at hand, given this kind of thing had become a regular enough activity to merit being prepared.]

I want to watch... [Gren muttered, nodding his head towards the television where the movie was reaching its own feverish pace, though the movement probably translated to Vicious in the brush of his hair on his back.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He really ought to have been used to Gren's strange priorities by now, but sometimes it still caught him off guard. Having found what he needed, he turned back to Gren]

I'm not enough of a distraction for you?

[Clearly, he was going to have to work on that.]

[both_neither]

[Clearly. He smiles and loops an arm around Vicious' shoulders, tugging him down as he fell back to the mattress]

Don't leave me waiting then.

[Gren doesn't necessarily care one way or the other. He's prone to whims. Prone to experimenting in the hopes that Vicious would never get bored with him. It's a vague fear that plays on him every so often, though so far unfounded.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[It was conceivable that one day, he might get bored. He did lose interest in things easily. But Gren, Gren still had so much he could take, so much left to explore, and he didn't think he'd be losing interest any time soon.

He lets himself be pulled along, and when he's settled over him, one hand goes back to teasing along the length of him while slicked fingers slide back to find their mark. It was time to see just how distracting he could be.]

[both_neither]

[The light touch isn't much warning, and he exhales in slightly pained surprise. That was just cruel. And therefore shouldn't have been a surprise at all, really, though he isn't quite sure if this counts as a victory after all that goading on his part.]

Oh, that's not fair...

[But he shifts to make himself more accommodating, regardless of any verbal protest on his part]

[nothingtobelieve]

[That gets a quiet laugh, and he strokes him more firmly now]

I'm not known for fairness.

[And a twist of the fingers with his other hand punctuates that point]

[both_neither]

[He started to let out a breathy laugh of his own that turned into a startled cry that left his vision swimming for a moment.]

O-oh...fine...fine with me...

[His fingers clawed into sheets above his head, choosing to surrender to whatever it is Vicious felt like doing with him, though he didn't stop watching the other man through hooded eyes. He never could. It had very little to do with a lack of trust and more to do with how being pinned under that dark and slightly possessive glare pushed his arousal even higher.]