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Chase 【Goodwin-Pope】 Collins ([personal profile] withers) wrote in [community profile] amusebox 2015-04-21 11:40 am (UTC)

That twinge of pain races up his arm and sings in his veins, and Chase's mouth opens against the sheets, muffling a sharp intake of breath, and a needy little noise besides.

Only-- "What?" Chase almost lifts his head back up to be appropriately indignant over the sheer absurdity of the question because seriously? Can he magic himself slick? But, then the sting of teeth on his neck steals the air out of his lungs, and the feel of a heavy, warm cock sliding up against his ass distracts him.

Fuck. Fuck, okay, he'll... think of something. He has to think of something, because he wants this now, no more waiting, or he might actually come with his dick trapped between his stomach and the mattress, empty. Embarrassing. The fingers of his free hand grip at the sheets tightly, and he lifts up his head enough to look to the side, where the bed meets the wall. Of course he knows where Jack keeps his bottle of lube, because he's a nosy little fuck, and also because it just seemed like it might be pertinent information at the time. Wetting his lips, he only half-considers his sudden plan before deciding to go with it.

His eyes light up again, reds and golds, then black: a pretty show, considering what he's about to do. He's never actually tried anything like this before - aside from not being able to so openly use magic before, he usually also tops, because as much as he enjoys this he's not generally prone to just letting people push him around like he lets Jack - but as always his thinking and his ability to slow his own roll is clouded over by his desires, his needs. He drops his forehead back to the bed, biting down on his lips in concentration and-- oh, there, he teleports a generous portion of the lube straight from the hidden bottle into himself.

He gives a hard jolt as soon as he's finished, his whole body protesting the strangeness of the sudden invasion. God, it's cold; colder than he expected, somehow, but even that gives him a sorta heady rush and he releases the sheets, groping blindly back until he can get a good grip on the muscle of Jack's own ass and pull at it insistently. "Done, come on. Fuck me."

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