Four x Eric

Red and Black (NSFW)

(Hey, it's been a while since I've posted here. The following content has some explicit content of a sexual nature. If that makes you uncomfortable than please turn away and go read something else. Please favorite/comment.

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-G)

       Four stumbled through Eric's apartment, stepping over boxes and at times being pulled back into Eric's big arms again. It took them considerably longer for them to get to Eric's room that it might have made sense to, but when the door finally swung shut on the bedroom, Four was shoved up against a dresser, Eric plucking kisses from his lips as he surrounded him.

          "God damn, you're so fucking pretty Four." Eric said against Four's neck. It was hard to think, he was so over stimulated. He felt Eric slid his rough hands under his shirt, his hands gliding over his stomach and over his sensitive ribs. His hands were white hot irons, shocking him with their warmth.
          "Pretty?" Four was dizzy, only holding on by the grip he had on Eric's black t-shirt. It was hard to focus on words when the man who helped lead the faction was sucking onto the side of his neck.
      "Yes, pretty Four. With his pretty eyes, pretty face," Eric reached up and grabbed Four's jaw, making him look into Eric's eyes. There was a growing tension within Four, just starting at the back of his neck as he watched Eric look at him.
            "Pretty hands, pretty tattoos. You are very pretty Four. You're fucking gorgeous baby." He cut the sentence off with a light bite to Four's collarbone.
He moaned from the heat of his mouth on his skin. He never really got praise for his looks. When he was young, he was told he shouldn't look at himself . When he joined Dauntless, he would go into the bathroom on the dormitory, and just look into the reflection. It was the first time he studied himself really, and it felt horribly vain. But he couldn't look away.

          Four was tugging at Eric's shirt. He wanted it off of him. He really wanted to see him. Eric smiled, and pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, flinging it to the side. Four looked at him. He wasn't a body builder, but Eric was the kind of muscular that wouldn't break. Thick arms and torso that were solid and strong. Four saw that he had even more tattoos hidden behind a shirt. Along with a few other piercings.

         "Damn, even your nipples have to be filled with metal?" Four joked. It didn't stop his heart from beating out of his chest. He reached out and touched one, a simple gray bar. Eric groaned. "And sensitive too."

          "Oh, shut up." Eric pulled Four to himself back to Four, smiling as he kissed the other man, slowly, playing with his tongue.
"Mm Eric." His hands held Eric's face, feeling the roughness of his stubble and sharpness of his jaw. He wanted to pull his hands through his hair. He was about to pull put his ponytail, when Eric's hand wondered down to his jeans. He gasped as Eric's wandering massaged him. The sudden touch to an area not usually felt, made Four moan as he ground into his hand.
          "You okay Four?"
         "Yes Eric, yeah, just-" Four moaned as his fly was undone. The feeling of foreign hands on his body, gripping his side as he fondled his crotch and kissed his jaw. "just... a lot."
It wasn't helped by the edge of Eric's dresser was pushing into Four's back. He pushed the other man forward, until his legs hit the black sheeted mattress. He watch Eric, breathing hard with red coming down to his throat. Four watched his many tattoos move with the muscles underneath them. Eric gazed at him through half lidded eyes.
            "Come're, Stiff." Eric had paused within that sentence, like he was debating if he should say it. The old insult was weird to hear from him, but now he didn't care. He let himself fall between Eric's legs and onto his body, Four took a more demanding and dominant roll. 'Time to stop pussy footing around.'
           Four fell upon him, face first into his chest. He glided his way down, leaving wet kisses behind. Eric seemed to be happy with this situation, as he kept moaning and grunting when Four's tongue slipped over his pierced nipple. Four finally made it to the end of his journey, passed the man's trail trail of rough dark hair, to the top of Eric's sweat pants.
Four didn't hesitate when pulling down Eric's pants. It was such an obvious thing to do, that he didn't think about how he had no real idea how to go on from there. He didn't know what to do with a dick right there in front of him.
            Eric had a pretty good dick, Four had thought as he gentle grabbed the base of it. Even with his very little experience of other men's dicks. It was paler and a little vainy where Four's was about the same color of his skin. It was longer than his and a bit thicker too. The biggest difference though was the head. He was bulbous and red, almost purple, and it was twitching.
Four took a tentative lick, heart thumping in his chest, testing the waters. It wasn't bad really, a bit salty and a weird tang, but not horrible. He started running his tongue in strips up Eric's dick, kissing it sometimes. He found it kind of relaxing as he worked, putting his mouth on something thick and warm. He stopped licking it and looked down at the head of Eric's cock, it was twitching more than ever now. Four lapped at the head, and heard Eric muffled moan from above him.