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metamorphosis2011-01-14 08:36 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2011-01-14 08:36 pm
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Title: Axis
Characters: Rovisco, Reitz I
Rating: R, just like their names. NSFW at all.
Also known as "what am i even doing here"
"Hey, Captain. Loosen up."
The words fall on an exhaled breath, ghosting over his neck; his shirt's unbuttoned halfway and his pants are slack around his waist. It's hot and cramped in the captain's quarters, and when teeth work their way across his jaw and down to his neck, hitting a sensitive spot, he bites his tongue to keep quiet. He tastes blood, and when Reitz kisses him (cracked lips and rough manners) their teeth clash and it's-- disgusting, that's what it is, and a little painful, but Reitz is too busy finishing what he started with Rovisco's shirt, fingers fumbling and sweaty. Reitz is a cartographer; his fingernails, rough and chewed up and painted with dried blood from the cracks, score jagged continents and landmarks across his bare shoulders and sides as he works clothing off and exposes skin to the humid air. Rovisco hisses and struggles way; Reitz laughs, then coos against the nape of his neck.
"Not used to a little pain, Captain? We should get you adjusted to that. In a new world, like you say there'll be, we might suffer a little."
"It's only a-- hope, Reitz."
The cartographer finishes his rough sketch and solidifies it with his tongue, mapping mountains and rivers and forests with his mouth; dipping into a valley, tugging at the slackened pants with his fingers greedily. Reitz doesn't even wait until everything's uncovered before biting his way down Rovisco's hips and inner thigh, breathing in the scent of a roughened captain. He looks at Rovisco's face, grins at the sweat and flush, parted lips and mussed hair, all out of place. The cool, calm, collected captain - reduced to a man. It isn't over yet though; Reitz continues his interrogation while palming Rovisco through his underwear, pressing grinning teeth into the dip of his groin and enjoying the little hitches of breath and words that slip between them - '-tz-- tz-- reitz' - and kisses the spot.
"So we're sailing on a hope, Captain? That's a little risky."
"W-would you --" Hitch. "-- rather di--" Fuck. "Die, Reitz, with the squid?" Fingers in his hair, gloved fingers twisting and pulling the blond locks of hair and pulling, already, pulling.
Reitz tongues the edge of his underwear - Rovisco toes the edge of sanity - and decides it's a little too easy; he licks and sucks Rovisco through his underwear, and Rivsco's fingers scrape his scalp hard, and that hurts. That hurts, and Reitz punishes him for it by going back to kissing up his navel and to his neck, over the still-stinging scrapes and resting at the curve of his jaw, right below his ear. How many chances did one get to punish the captain of the prison ship, instead of the other way around?
"Better to die in a battle than from starvation on a restful sea, Captain. Don't you agree?"
No answer; Rovisco's eyes are watching the ceiling down, head tilted back and shaking. His hands have gone limp at his sides, but they begin to move again, mechanically lifting and landing on Reitz's shoulders, shoving him down on his hands and knees. Whatever effort he had towards attempting to keep calm turns around and goes towards keeping quiet, especially when Reitz finally slips his underwear off and takes him as far as he can. Up-down, up-down, and Rovisco wonders if the boat's rocking - if somehow, a storm's come upon them without a cloud in the sky, if the sea's gotten choppy, or if they're moving it. The last one tickles his mind, sticks the best, and when he comes he shudders and breaks the skin of his lip, sinks to his knees messily and kisses Reitz, grimacing at the bitter taste of himself in the hot mouth and smirking against the feeling of throat muscles attempting to swallow it all and grab for air. Rovisco kisses Reitz, and feels like he's damned himself some how.
Characters: Rovisco, Reitz I
Rating: R, just like their names. NSFW at all.
Also known as "what am i even doing here"
"Hey, Captain. Loosen up."
The words fall on an exhaled breath, ghosting over his neck; his shirt's unbuttoned halfway and his pants are slack around his waist. It's hot and cramped in the captain's quarters, and when teeth work their way across his jaw and down to his neck, hitting a sensitive spot, he bites his tongue to keep quiet. He tastes blood, and when Reitz kisses him (cracked lips and rough manners) their teeth clash and it's-- disgusting, that's what it is, and a little painful, but Reitz is too busy finishing what he started with Rovisco's shirt, fingers fumbling and sweaty. Reitz is a cartographer; his fingernails, rough and chewed up and painted with dried blood from the cracks, score jagged continents and landmarks across his bare shoulders and sides as he works clothing off and exposes skin to the humid air. Rovisco hisses and struggles way; Reitz laughs, then coos against the nape of his neck.
"Not used to a little pain, Captain? We should get you adjusted to that. In a new world, like you say there'll be, we might suffer a little."
"It's only a-- hope, Reitz."
The cartographer finishes his rough sketch and solidifies it with his tongue, mapping mountains and rivers and forests with his mouth; dipping into a valley, tugging at the slackened pants with his fingers greedily. Reitz doesn't even wait until everything's uncovered before biting his way down Rovisco's hips and inner thigh, breathing in the scent of a roughened captain. He looks at Rovisco's face, grins at the sweat and flush, parted lips and mussed hair, all out of place. The cool, calm, collected captain - reduced to a man. It isn't over yet though; Reitz continues his interrogation while palming Rovisco through his underwear, pressing grinning teeth into the dip of his groin and enjoying the little hitches of breath and words that slip between them - '-tz-- tz-- reitz' - and kisses the spot.
"So we're sailing on a hope, Captain? That's a little risky."
"W-would you --" Hitch. "-- rather di--" Fuck. "Die, Reitz, with the squid?" Fingers in his hair, gloved fingers twisting and pulling the blond locks of hair and pulling, already, pulling.
Reitz tongues the edge of his underwear - Rovisco toes the edge of sanity - and decides it's a little too easy; he licks and sucks Rovisco through his underwear, and Rivsco's fingers scrape his scalp hard, and that hurts. That hurts, and Reitz punishes him for it by going back to kissing up his navel and to his neck, over the still-stinging scrapes and resting at the curve of his jaw, right below his ear. How many chances did one get to punish the captain of the prison ship, instead of the other way around?
"Better to die in a battle than from starvation on a restful sea, Captain. Don't you agree?"
No answer; Rovisco's eyes are watching the ceiling down, head tilted back and shaking. His hands have gone limp at his sides, but they begin to move again, mechanically lifting and landing on Reitz's shoulders, shoving him down on his hands and knees. Whatever effort he had towards attempting to keep calm turns around and goes towards keeping quiet, especially when Reitz finally slips his underwear off and takes him as far as he can. Up-down, up-down, and Rovisco wonders if the boat's rocking - if somehow, a storm's come upon them without a cloud in the sky, if the sea's gotten choppy, or if they're moving it. The last one tickles his mind, sticks the best, and when he comes he shudders and breaks the skin of his lip, sinks to his knees messily and kisses Reitz, grimacing at the bitter taste of himself in the hot mouth and smirking against the feeling of throat muscles attempting to swallow it all and grab for air. Rovisco kisses Reitz, and feels like he's damned himself some how.