(no subject)
Dec. 6th, 2003 07:16 pmBecause I'm feeling a bit wicked, here's a bit of Roadtrip that is NOT in the next section, but begged me to write it anyway. And I really don't stand on continuity ceremony with my own fic so...
Spike braced himself on either side of Xander's head with strong arms and worked his hips in a sturdy rhythm. Bending at the elbow he brought his lips to Xander's ear, grazing it as he spoke, "This is what you've been waiting for isn't it? Someone to pound into you. Touch you in places you've never dared."
Xander twisted and raised his hips frantically beneath him, urging him on wordlesssly. He'd started bucking in earnest when Spike had started speaking to him, so low and quiet. Wholly nasty, obscene things, bitch, bottom boy, cock lover, whore... it drove him into a little corner of his mind where he bent over, thrust his ass in the air and begged for delieverance through fucking. Coherent sentences, ideas and thoughts had long since fled, and he felt as if every nerve in his body had suddenly migrated to his cock and his ass.
Xander's head rolled back a bit, rasing the nape of his neck off the bed. "Maybe Anya's tiny finger, maybe your own, maybe even a piece of plastic. But it was never quite right was it boy? Didn't rub you just so, make you sweat like you are now. Make you moan."
Spike had to stop for a moment as Xander's head thrashed to the side exposing a raggedly pulsing jugular to him and the tight ring around his cock convulsed, squeezing along his length as he dragged himself out and plunged in again. "You've been gagging for someone to make you their bitch for an age now haven't you? Maybe the watcher? Maybe even solidier boy? Angel?"
Spike fairly growled as he said that name, then began to pound into Xander in wild, unmetered thrusts. "Didn't really matter when you were having your pull, fingering your hole. Just wanted someone, anyone to shove it up you, make you scream. Fill you up."
Spike bent his head to the fluttering pulse in Xander's neck, the one trying desperately to escape its cage of skin. Ran his tounge over it again and again as he pulled Xander's legs up farther and fucked him harder, Xander's cock rasping against his abdomen, leaving small trails of hot liquid to sear through his cool skin.
"Been waiting all your life for this, haven't you boy? A cock up your arse, your legs in the air, all helpless and throbbing, just waiting for the word?"
Xander grunted and nearly sobbed, the friction on his prostate and the sure hand that had suddenly gripped his cock blotting out sense and any other means of intelligent response.
Angling just so, Spike hit Xander's tight bundle of nerves and jerked smoothly on his cock, once, twice, a third time and then Xander was yelling and clenching as he came on their chests. Spike's eyes rolled up as Xander's cheeks tightened and his ass gripped his cock at the base, wrenching his orgasm from him.
Also? Why is it I can write dirty talk for Spike when he's with Xander, but not with anyone else? ::grump::
Spike braced himself on either side of Xander's head with strong arms and worked his hips in a sturdy rhythm. Bending at the elbow he brought his lips to Xander's ear, grazing it as he spoke, "This is what you've been waiting for isn't it? Someone to pound into you. Touch you in places you've never dared."
Xander twisted and raised his hips frantically beneath him, urging him on wordlesssly. He'd started bucking in earnest when Spike had started speaking to him, so low and quiet. Wholly nasty, obscene things, bitch, bottom boy, cock lover, whore... it drove him into a little corner of his mind where he bent over, thrust his ass in the air and begged for delieverance through fucking. Coherent sentences, ideas and thoughts had long since fled, and he felt as if every nerve in his body had suddenly migrated to his cock and his ass.
Xander's head rolled back a bit, rasing the nape of his neck off the bed. "Maybe Anya's tiny finger, maybe your own, maybe even a piece of plastic. But it was never quite right was it boy? Didn't rub you just so, make you sweat like you are now. Make you moan."
Spike had to stop for a moment as Xander's head thrashed to the side exposing a raggedly pulsing jugular to him and the tight ring around his cock convulsed, squeezing along his length as he dragged himself out and plunged in again. "You've been gagging for someone to make you their bitch for an age now haven't you? Maybe the watcher? Maybe even solidier boy? Angel?"
Spike fairly growled as he said that name, then began to pound into Xander in wild, unmetered thrusts. "Didn't really matter when you were having your pull, fingering your hole. Just wanted someone, anyone to shove it up you, make you scream. Fill you up."
Spike bent his head to the fluttering pulse in Xander's neck, the one trying desperately to escape its cage of skin. Ran his tounge over it again and again as he pulled Xander's legs up farther and fucked him harder, Xander's cock rasping against his abdomen, leaving small trails of hot liquid to sear through his cool skin.
"Been waiting all your life for this, haven't you boy? A cock up your arse, your legs in the air, all helpless and throbbing, just waiting for the word?"
Xander grunted and nearly sobbed, the friction on his prostate and the sure hand that had suddenly gripped his cock blotting out sense and any other means of intelligent response.
Angling just so, Spike hit Xander's tight bundle of nerves and jerked smoothly on his cock, once, twice, a third time and then Xander was yelling and clenching as he came on their chests. Spike's eyes rolled up as Xander's cheeks tightened and his ass gripped his cock at the base, wrenching his orgasm from him.
Also? Why is it I can write dirty talk for Spike when he's with Xander, but not with anyone else? ::grump::
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 07:35 pm (UTC)::wibble::
guh
::wibble::
Been waiting all your life for this, haven't you boy? A cock up your arse, your legs in the air, all helpless and throbbing, just waiting for the word
go on then give it me good
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 09:17 pm (UTC)Oooh. Can I have Xander say this later?
::evil grin::
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 07:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 08:00 pm (UTC)::virtual blush::
Ok, I have to go now. Guh.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 09:13 pm (UTC)Yeah. I actually wrote it the other day, but I had to let it and me cool down.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 09:35 pm (UTC)Now, slash generally isn't my thang, but sweet Jesus you write purdy.
::licks you::
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 09:56 pm (UTC)Hee.
You know, slash is a funny thing. You think it's not your bag (as I did for quite awhile) and then you actually see the pretty boys together (on say...Queer as Folk) and then it's ALLLL about the pretty boys fucking. Or in my case, Spike and Xander.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 10:01 pm (UTC)::eeevil grin::
hee.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 10:02 pm (UTC)Because theirloveissomeanttobe! :)
Beautiful, just beautiful.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 11:54 pm (UTC)*snerk*
I'd agree, but in my head, Spike talks dirty to everyone, but it doesn't come out on the page as well with say...Dawn as it does with Xander.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 11:55 pm (UTC)::sniff:: I miss Jayne.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 11:48 pm (UTC)DirtyTalking!Spike is one of my bulletproof kinks, and you write him so well it oughta be illegal. Come to think of it, it probably is in several states.
::smooches you::
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 12:01 am (UTC)DirtyTalking!Spike is one of my bulletproof kinks
Mine too. But I never seem to get him quite right. I tend to compare mine to
Thank you for your reassurance!
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 12:08 am (UTC)Also, I should specify that well written DirtyTalking!Spike is one of my bulletproof kinks, because there is some stunningly horrific badfic out there.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 12:10 am (UTC)::is up way to late::
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 12:24 am (UTC)::yawn::
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 12:27 am (UTC)Nighty-night.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 04:55 am (UTC)I think my brain has short-circuited.
*fans self*
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 12:02 pm (UTC)theyaremeanttofuckandsuckforever!
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 08:37 pm (UTC)Wow, you have way more self-control than me! I see "smut" or "porn" and rush right over like the glutton I am. ;o)
Glad you liked it!
no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 09:47 pm (UTC)::blushes and snuggles you close::
no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 05:03 pm (UTC)Though I'm impressed you can read this at work! I just can't read smut at work. Too much with the splotch making. Plus, that whole "over the shoulder" anxiety.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-09 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 11:03 am (UTC)(10 minutes later, KS rouses herself from the floor)
That was just... guh...
So love your DurrtyTalking!Spike. May I borrow him, for, uh, the purposes of linguistic study? I seem to have problems talking at the moment...
Guh.
KS xx
Guh. Friending you *right now*!
no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 05:09 pm (UTC)Maybe when we're done I can arrange a rental.
Glad you liked!
no subject
Date: 2003-12-28 06:41 pm (UTC)