Kintsugi

The Smut

Eveirdo's knees hit the bed and he sat. Anson pressed between Eveirdo's spread feet, shoved the leather off his shoulders with one hand and used his other to tip Eveirdo's head back. Their lips crashed together, hot breath and sharp teeth and wet tongues. Anson pulled back breathless, nipping at Eveirdo's bottom lip when he made to follow the retreat.

"If I'm wrong, you better say it right now," Anson warned. "I won't be anyone's distraction. I'm not looking to be a one off."

Eveirdo was shaking his head before Anson finished. "No, no, you're not wrong. You're not a distraction. I mean you are. Goddess you are. But not from some other intended. I... I don't want this to be a one off either." He swallowed, eyes opening to stare up at Anson. "You won't regret me in the morning?"

Anson scoffed, nipping and kissing and licking around Eveirdo's lip piercings. "Why, because I'm drunk?" Eveirdo nodded. "No amount of alcohol has ever made me more likely to fall into bed with anyone. I know what I want and who I want it with regardless of my state of intoxication."

"Thought you weren't a fan of sex."

His mouth trailed across Eveirdo's jaw, to where he could press his nose into the soft space beneath his ear and inhale. "Not usually. But it's you." He pressed his teeth into soft flesh, tongue soothing the bite right after. "Are you done trying to talk me out of this now?"

Eveirdo groaned, hands wrapping around the backs of Anson's thighs to urge him closer. Urge him all the way across Eveirdo's thighs. There was a fight to get the other undressed first. Anson employed dirty tactics to win, distracting with teeth and tongue as his hands worked. Sliding off Eveirdo's lap and out of reach to remove boots and jeans and underwear.

A quick tackle and some wiggling put Anson in the most advantageous position while severely limiting Eveirdo. Anson lay on Eveirdo's right arm, pinning it out of the way. His own left slipped beneath Eveirdo's head, ostensibly to hold him close while they kissed, until he had coaxed Eveirdo's left hand up to clasp it in his own left. With his legs wrapped around one of Eveirdo's, the Dragon was mostly helpless.

At his mercy.

Anson broke away to grin, sliding his free right hand down Eveirdo's chest to thumb at either nipple. Eveirdo wiggled a little. Anson just pressed in closer, fingers trailing down the muscled torso and caressing over a hip to palm against the thigh trapped between his own. His fingertips trailed along the crease of Eveirdo's thigh, smoothing across the V of his hips, tickling beneath his balls to make him buck. Anson leaned in to kiss him again, hungry, open-mouthed, searching kisses while he dug into his pocket for the bottle of lube he had picked up between the zoo and the bar.

Eveirdo inhaled sharply through his nose as the cold lube was drizzled across him, breaking the kiss. Anson whispered against his lips. "Sorry about that."

"You don't sound sorry."

"I figure you'll forgive me anyways."

Eveirdo groaned as Anson set aside the bottle and wrapped a hand around his erection.

"You're already so hard."

Eveirdo choked. "Shit, Anson. You've been teasing me all night. No, you've been teasing me for the past two days. Promising you'd make me..." Eveirdo's eyes went wide and he lifted his head to look down at their positions, wiggling experimentally again. His head dropped back into the crook of Anson's elbow with a shiver. "Oh fuck."

Laughing, Anson sped his pace and gave a quick twist over the head. "I gave you ample time to prepare." Eveirdo's protest was smothered in another kiss. Anson picked an unhurried pace, slowly building him up, using his mouth where he could reach and cataloguing every twitch. Every shuddering breath. Eveirdo had closed his eyes and gone pliant, letting Anson play with his body as he wished, but as he drew closer to completion, whimpers and ragged exhales started to escape him.