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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[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.]