"Turncoat is going to point out that he would most likely be the pale one as opposed to Ed."
"(and yes, Turn is pale and Eddy's tanned...but that's not important lol)"
Wtf I'm not that pale. My skin tone is white, yeah, but it's more of an olive tone that's a little too capable of resisting sunburns.
Edvard woke as the hotel door opened. He glanced blearily over at the clock and saw that it was well past midnight.
Edvard lay still on his side, watching Turncoat unbutton his shirt, pulling it off to reveal scarred, olive skin. He felt the familiar lust as Turncoat's fingers dropped to the waistband of his pants, undoing the fastenings there.
Turncoat removed the last of his clothes, tossing them into the hamper before walking fluidly to the bathroom. Edvard heard the sound of the shower turning on.
His balls felt tight and his cock was getting uncomfortably hard again.
Edvard tensed as he heard the shower shut off. The door to the bathroom opened, and Turncoat stepped quietly into the room, not bothering to turn on the lights. Edvard considered feigning sleep for a minute, but tensed as Turncoat slid into his bed, ignoring his own mattress only a few feet away.
"Hey," Edvard said, turning on his pillow to face Turncoat but not reaching out to touch him. "Your bed's over there."
"Mhmm," Turncoat said, laying down and propping his head up on his hand to look at Edvard. "It sure is, isn’t it.."
Edvard studied Turncoat, wishing he could read his expression in the darkness. "Get off my bed, kidâ€
"Oh my, word associations~" Turncoat drawled, “feeling some guilt there, Ed?â€
Edvard frowned and tried not to think about the past few nights. "What? What would I be feeling guilty for?"
Edvard shifted slightly, and Turncoat breathed out a small laugh. "Well, you always did like a more direct approach." he moved closer to the Scandinavian. He could hear the small breath Edvard sucked in through his teeth.
Before Edvard even sensed him moving, Turncoat had pinned him to the bed, straddling the older man before pressing his lips against Edvard's. He smirked when the darker haired man sighed into the kiss, and tugged on his lower lip.
Edvard felt relief surge through him at the aggressive touch of the younger man. There was no hesitancy, no reluctance in the way Turncoat moved over him. As Turncoat let his mouth slide down to ruthlessly mark Edvard's neck, the dark haired man arched back, reveling in the heated, possessive touch.
Turncoat could feel Edvard's cock already hard against his thigh, and he smiled slowly as a realization struck him. "It turns you on, doesn't it?" Turncoat murmured, positioning himself between Edvard's thighs before ghosting his lips over Ed's jaw.
Edvard's eyes narrowed, but he could do nothing about the way his cock surged at the dark tone in Turncoat's voice. Turncoat gripped Edvard's wrists harder, pinning them above his head, scraping his teeth along the tan, chiseled jawline until his lips reached Edvard's ear. "Say it," he whispered, digging his fingers even harder into Edvard's flesh. There would be fingermark bruises by morning.
"Say what, exactly," Edvard panted out, his body shivering with arousal in the dark room.
Turncoat kept one hand on Edvard's wrist and reached over to the nightstand where a half-used tube of lube was waiting. "Say 'no', I'll stop."
Edvard licked his lips and watched as Turncoat put the tube to his lips and unscrewed the cap with his teeth, setting it down on the bed.
"You look nervous, Edvard," he teased, leaning over the fighter and slowly licking down the side of his throat, using first the flat then the tip of his tongue. Edvard's neck arched in response before he could stop his reaction.
"I don't hear you saying no," Turncoat continued working his tongue down to Edvard's collar bone, running his thumb along the prominent ridge while his hand slipped between Edvard's thighs to wrap around the erection that was still standing at attention.
Edvard sucked a breath through his clenched teeth, letting his head fall back against the pillows as he tried to decide what he wanted. He had never bottomed before, but there had been a few times when he had been fucking Turncoat and the brunet had slid a finger inside him. The resulting orgasms had been cataclysmic, and Edvard would be lying if he said he wasn't just a little bit curious about what it would feel like to have more than Turncoat's finger pressing against that spot inside him. And it had always been clear Turncoat knew what he was doing in bed. That thought was enough to bring a growl to his throat, even as Turncoat's lips closed over one of his nipples and bit it softly.
Edvard fisted his hand painfully into Turncoat's hair, forcing his head back.
Turncoat laughed, grabbing Edvard's wrist to allow his head back down where his lips continued to trail down along Edvard's flat stomach along the thin line of black hair that led to his final destination. His teeth nipped sharply at the tender skin above Edvard's hip bone.
Edvard hissed. "I told you not so har.. Ah, fuck!"
Turncoat swirled his tongue over the head of Edvard's erection while his fingers pulled then rolled his balls.
"Hm?" Turncoat said, increasing the suction and squirting lube on his fingers while he slid his hand further back between Edvard's legs, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion, externally stimulating Edvard's prostate.
Edvard jerked hard on Turncoat's hair again, but not enough to lift the talented mouth from his cock. "Don't play dumb," Edvard growled, his eyes narrowing further when he took in Turncoat's smug expression. "You brat."
Turncoat slid one lubed finger inside of Edvard at the taunt and smirked as Edvard glared at him until Turncoat's questing finger brushed against that spot, his legs went stiff and his toes curled in, he whimpered as hot electricity surged up his spine through out his chest.
A spurt of precum jetted from Edvard's cock at the feeling, and Turncoat slid his tongue along Edvard's erection to catch it. He hummed contentedly as he took Edvard deep in his throat with a hard suck and a swallow, reveling in the way Edvard's hips flexed and his back arched into Turncoat's ministrations.
"God, you're so fucking easy." Turncoat murmured, briefly lifting his head, just enough to allow him to speak, but his lips hummed against the head of Edvard's cock with every word, the warm breath ghosting along Edvard's length as he inserted another finger.
"You talk too much," Edvard panted as Turncoat put in a third finger, Turncoat's middle finger continuing to work Edvard's prostate as the other two fingers stretched him.
Without warning, Edvard used one foot to push Turncoat's probing hand away while the other locked around Turncoat's waist, dragging him close. Edvard hadn't released his grip on Turncoat's hair, and he used it to pull the brunet into place between his thighs. "Enough," he said harshly.
Turncoat would have laughed at Edvard's impatience, but decided he would rather crush his mouth to Edvard's hard lips, forcing both their mouths wide as he shoved his tongue in. Edvard immediately reciprocated, running his tongue along Turncoat's own. The taste of his cum making him bite Turncoats lip.
Turncoat pumped his own erection and shifting the angle of the kiss to deepen it further, he positioned himself and slowly began pushing in.
Turncoat slowly flexed his hips forward, his arms were braced on either side of Edvard's shoulders, and they could both feel his arms tremble with restraint as he continued his slow press inside. Edvard shut his eyes and slightly clenched his jaw, a trembling smirk pulling at the corner . "Having trouble?" He gasped.
Turncoat narrowed his eyes, driving his hips forward the rest of the way in a harsh thrust.
"Fuck!" Edvard said, clenching at the abrupt, unfamiliar entrance.
"Can't handle it?" Turncoat taunted back, but he held still, allowing Edvard a moment to adjust before he carefully rotated his hips and adjusted the angle. The next slow thrust had Edvard seeing stars and arching back at the intense pleasure as Turncoat drove against his prostate.
Turncoat's hand returned to wrap around Edvard's cock and he began slowly pumping in time with his deep, languid thrusts. He watched as Edvard's eyes closed and the strong, tanned fingers twisted in the silk sheets.
"God, Edvard, you're so…" Turncoat's brain couldn't produce words to even begin to describe how good Edvard looked and felt at that moment. He pumped into him, his cock sliding into Edvard's ass slowly and then faster. Sweat rolled down his abs, traveling below his navel and hips. He clenched his teeth and thrusted harder into the kickboxer, he spat into his hand and wrapped around Edvard's cock again, pumping it up and down, letting his thumb slightly graze against a prominent vein on Ed's cock.
Black eyes opened, glazed with lust, but the arrogant smirk on Edvard's lips wasn't diminished in the slightest. Edvard lifted his hips and clamped his thighs around Turncoat's torso, tan hands releasing the sheets to grip the headboard. Flexing his abs and squeezing his thighs, Edvard took control of the pace, his hips lifting up to rapidly thrust himself up and down on Turncoat's cock.
"Ha..fuck..."Turncoat hissed, throwing his head back as he lost control and almost came. He wasn't going to cum first. He snarled and reached down to shove Edvard's knees apart, breaking Edvard's grip. In one smooth motion he hitched Edvard's legs up over his shoulders, but kept up the fast pace that Edvard had begun.
"Oh, god, I'm close you asshole!" Turncoat gritted out. He had wanted to make this last but Edvard's move had almost taken him completely by surprise and nearly sent him over the edge. It was taking every fibre of his being to hold on and keep from cumming. Luckily, Edvard was equally close, judging from his glazed expression and flushed cheeks.
Determined to make Edvard cum first, Turncoat shifted the angle of his thrusts again to put even more force against Edvard's prostate, rotating his hips slightly each time his head brushed over that spot to provide maximum stimulation while his hand returned to pumping Edvard's cock. This time it was Edvard who screamed in pleasure, his body bowing as he tried to stave off his climax.
Realizing there was going to be no stopping it, Edvard used his legs, crossing his ankles behind Turncoat's neck, his calves squeezing the younger mans throat as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching.
Edvard's legs viced harder against the sides of Turncoat's throat, restricting the blood circulation. Turncoat's hips didn't lose their power or tempo as he continued to slam into Edvard, despite his vision starting to go black around the edges. He felt his face start turning red and the heat settle heavily upon his face.
Edvard arched back as he came, his legs locking as cum jetted out onto his stomach and his knuckles turning white from his death grip on the headboard.
Turncoat felt Edvard tighten around him as he came in shuddering waves, the lack of oxygen bringing an even sharper edge to his body as he came hard, nearly blacking out before Edvard's legs finally loosened with the final wave of his climax.
Turncoat managed to collapse to the side of Edvard rather than directly on top of him, gasping for breath, and dazed with pleasure. He coughed as the air painfully entered his lungs and wiped the sweat and saliva from his lips.
They lay in bed, their bodies touching lightly, their breathing heavy as they waited for the world to resume its existence.
"Holy shit," Turncoat said after several minutes, his voice hoarse from the abuse of his throat. "You...fuck..."
Edvard lay on the bed still boneless from the searing force of his orgasm, barely able to even turn his head to look over at Turncoat and smirked.
Turncoat gave him a lopsided grin as he slipped into sleep. They would clean up later. "God, you are amazing," he mumbled. "I am never letting you go, you know."
Edvard turned his head to reply, but Turncoat was already asleep. He ran his fingers through the brunets shaggy hair and pulled him closer, kissing his forehead before falling asleep as well.
