Busy Night
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Adult ++
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Busy Night
Title: Busy Night
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: Goodkat/Slevin
Warning: Graphic male/male, slight fluff
Summary: This literally has no story. Just straight up smut that I only feel slightly guilty for. Have at it :)
Note: Written for a friend because this fandom apparently doesn’t exist, and we seem to be the only ones infatuated with the idea of Slevin and Goodkat getting it on. Also, forgive the shitty title. I couldn’t think of anything else, lol.
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Slevin barged into the hotel room, slamming the door behind him and walking purposely to the bathroom. Goodkat sat leisurely on his bed, eyeing his protégé over the newspaper he was reading.
“You alright?” He asked, knowing Slevin was but asking anyway. Slevin nodded, looking at himself in the mirror and gently fingering his still broken nose. “Yeah, just ran into some trouble.” Goodkat rose, discarding the paper and walking to the entrance to the bathroom. “Trouble?” His voice had a dangerous edge to it, one that would have scared Slevin years ago but did nothing but warn him now. “I handled it. He’s dead.” Goodkat nodded, his whole posture relaxing and he crossed his arms as he leaned against the frame. He stayed there as Slevin removed his jacket, flinging it onto the toilet before working on his shirt and pants. Goodkat cocked his head as more skin was exposed, a slight grin spreading over his face.
Slevin looked at him through the mirror, his own face smirking as he caught his mentor’s eyes. “You just going to stand there and watch?” Goodkat didn’t take his eyes away from Slevin’s exposed chest, responding with a barely audible, “Mhm.” Slevin snorted and rolled his eyes as he finally took off his pants, revealing a pair of plain white boxers hanging low on his hips. Goodkat stood up straighter at the sight, and Slevin waited as his mentor went to move behind him, feeling cool hands slide up his back before ghosting over his stomach. Slevin braced himself against the sink, leaning over and his breath started coming out shorter as Goodkat’s hands moved further south.
“Jesus,” He exclaimed when he felt a tentative touch at his already half hard cock, and he could almost hear Goodkat smile behind him. “No, it’s Mr. Goodkat.” And then a hand slide into his boxers, grasping his erection and Slevin moaned. Goodkat lazily stroked him as he began littering kisses along the younger man’s back, licking every so often and blowing on the cooling saliva. Slevin pushed back at what he knew would be Goodkat’s own arousal, and smirked to himself when his mentor’s breath hitched just slightly, his hand stilling for only a moment.
Goodkat pushed back as his hand picked up speed, Slevin fully hard and whimpering.
“Uh, oh god, please. . .” Goodkat looked at the younger man’s face in the mirror, Slevin’s eyes closed tight with ecstasy and his brows furrowed. It made the seasoned assassin’s cock jerk, and he growled slightly as he pulled his hand away, breathing harder than he liked but wanting more out of the encounter.
Slevin’s knees buckled as Goodkat pulled away, his hands grasping tightly to the porcelain and he felt he might break it.
Goodkat took a moment to compose himself before reaching over onto the shelf, grabbing a bottle of lubricant before quickly removing his pants. Slevin was still hunched over the sink, his breathing echoing loudly through the bowl and ringing in Goodkat’s ears. The older assassin’s pants were around his ankles when he stepped back up to Slevin, that self assured smirk back as he slowly tugged down the younger man’s boxers, eliciting gasps and causing gooseflesh to spread over the immaculately white skin.
Slevin spread his legs wider when he heard Goodkat pop the cap, his whole body vibrating with what he knew was coming, and he arched his back when one slick finger circled his entrance.
Goodkat was becoming impatient, his cock throbbing and a slight sheen of sweat forming on his brow. He hadn’t had Slevin in months, and it was rare that the younger man was so submissive, making it harder not to just take him dry. But he knew his protégé would be pissy if he didn’t, and dealing with an annoyed Slevin was not something Goodkat enjoyed doing. So he took as much time as he could preparing him, a finger toying with the puckered ring before gently sliding in, plunging into an almost white-hot heat and he groaned as he went deeper, trying to keep it together long enough to finish the job.
Slevin was outright panting now, pushing back into Goodkat as he felt himself penetrated. “Dammit, just do it already.” He said over his shoulder, and he could see in the reflection that that was exactly what Goodkat wanted to hear. Removing himself from his protégé Goodkat coated his now painful erection, grasping Slevin’s hips in a bruising grip as he slide himself in.
The older man watched Slevin’s face carefully in the mirror, the younger assassin’s face twisting in pleasure and his eyes closing tighter with each jerk of Goodkat’s hips. It somehow made the situation all the more erotic, and Goodkat suddenly couldn’t stand taking it slow anymore. Grunting he slammed into Slevin, forcing the younger man to lurch forward with a pained gasp. Slevin didn’t protest though, and started meeting every thrust with one of his own, pressing his mentor deeper.
Slevin felt himself teetering on the edge, a warm coiling in his stomach that was ready to burst. He hadn’t even touched himself and he was almost at climax, but before he could finish himself off he felt Goodkat’s hand snake around his torso, roughly grabbing him and jerking his cock to their breaking rhythm.
It was only a matter of seconds before Slevin came, hard and crying out Goodkat’s name. The look of the younger man’s face as he reached completion matched with the clenching around his cock finished off Goodkat, and with one more hard thrust he spilled deep inside Slevin, continuing to shallowly jerk until he was spent.
Goodkat leaned into Slevin’s back, his breath labored and he noticed Slevin wasn’t any better. Smiling Goodkat licked a trail of sweat from Slevin’s back, pulling out slowly and holding the younger man up.
Slevin was spent and barely able to stay conscious, the night’s job coupled with his latest exertion finally taking a toll on him. He barely noticed when Goodkat steered him toward the shower, the hot spray just working to lull him further into sleep as the older man washed them both.
The last thing Slevin remembered before finally passing out was a gentle hand carding through his hair, and an almost tender kiss pressed to his forehead. The gesture was unusually kind for Goodkat, so Slevin just wrote it off as a dream, but it made him smile anyway.
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: Goodkat/Slevin
Warning: Graphic male/male, slight fluff
Summary: This literally has no story. Just straight up smut that I only feel slightly guilty for. Have at it :)
Note: Written for a friend because this fandom apparently doesn’t exist, and we seem to be the only ones infatuated with the idea of Slevin and Goodkat getting it on. Also, forgive the shitty title. I couldn’t think of anything else, lol.
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Slevin barged into the hotel room, slamming the door behind him and walking purposely to the bathroom. Goodkat sat leisurely on his bed, eyeing his protégé over the newspaper he was reading.
“You alright?” He asked, knowing Slevin was but asking anyway. Slevin nodded, looking at himself in the mirror and gently fingering his still broken nose. “Yeah, just ran into some trouble.” Goodkat rose, discarding the paper and walking to the entrance to the bathroom. “Trouble?” His voice had a dangerous edge to it, one that would have scared Slevin years ago but did nothing but warn him now. “I handled it. He’s dead.” Goodkat nodded, his whole posture relaxing and he crossed his arms as he leaned against the frame. He stayed there as Slevin removed his jacket, flinging it onto the toilet before working on his shirt and pants. Goodkat cocked his head as more skin was exposed, a slight grin spreading over his face.
Slevin looked at him through the mirror, his own face smirking as he caught his mentor’s eyes. “You just going to stand there and watch?” Goodkat didn’t take his eyes away from Slevin’s exposed chest, responding with a barely audible, “Mhm.” Slevin snorted and rolled his eyes as he finally took off his pants, revealing a pair of plain white boxers hanging low on his hips. Goodkat stood up straighter at the sight, and Slevin waited as his mentor went to move behind him, feeling cool hands slide up his back before ghosting over his stomach. Slevin braced himself against the sink, leaning over and his breath started coming out shorter as Goodkat’s hands moved further south.
“Jesus,” He exclaimed when he felt a tentative touch at his already half hard cock, and he could almost hear Goodkat smile behind him. “No, it’s Mr. Goodkat.” And then a hand slide into his boxers, grasping his erection and Slevin moaned. Goodkat lazily stroked him as he began littering kisses along the younger man’s back, licking every so often and blowing on the cooling saliva. Slevin pushed back at what he knew would be Goodkat’s own arousal, and smirked to himself when his mentor’s breath hitched just slightly, his hand stilling for only a moment.
Goodkat pushed back as his hand picked up speed, Slevin fully hard and whimpering.
“Uh, oh god, please. . .” Goodkat looked at the younger man’s face in the mirror, Slevin’s eyes closed tight with ecstasy and his brows furrowed. It made the seasoned assassin’s cock jerk, and he growled slightly as he pulled his hand away, breathing harder than he liked but wanting more out of the encounter.
Slevin’s knees buckled as Goodkat pulled away, his hands grasping tightly to the porcelain and he felt he might break it.
Goodkat took a moment to compose himself before reaching over onto the shelf, grabbing a bottle of lubricant before quickly removing his pants. Slevin was still hunched over the sink, his breathing echoing loudly through the bowl and ringing in Goodkat’s ears. The older assassin’s pants were around his ankles when he stepped back up to Slevin, that self assured smirk back as he slowly tugged down the younger man’s boxers, eliciting gasps and causing gooseflesh to spread over the immaculately white skin.
Slevin spread his legs wider when he heard Goodkat pop the cap, his whole body vibrating with what he knew was coming, and he arched his back when one slick finger circled his entrance.
Goodkat was becoming impatient, his cock throbbing and a slight sheen of sweat forming on his brow. He hadn’t had Slevin in months, and it was rare that the younger man was so submissive, making it harder not to just take him dry. But he knew his protégé would be pissy if he didn’t, and dealing with an annoyed Slevin was not something Goodkat enjoyed doing. So he took as much time as he could preparing him, a finger toying with the puckered ring before gently sliding in, plunging into an almost white-hot heat and he groaned as he went deeper, trying to keep it together long enough to finish the job.
Slevin was outright panting now, pushing back into Goodkat as he felt himself penetrated. “Dammit, just do it already.” He said over his shoulder, and he could see in the reflection that that was exactly what Goodkat wanted to hear. Removing himself from his protégé Goodkat coated his now painful erection, grasping Slevin’s hips in a bruising grip as he slide himself in.
The older man watched Slevin’s face carefully in the mirror, the younger assassin’s face twisting in pleasure and his eyes closing tighter with each jerk of Goodkat’s hips. It somehow made the situation all the more erotic, and Goodkat suddenly couldn’t stand taking it slow anymore. Grunting he slammed into Slevin, forcing the younger man to lurch forward with a pained gasp. Slevin didn’t protest though, and started meeting every thrust with one of his own, pressing his mentor deeper.
Slevin felt himself teetering on the edge, a warm coiling in his stomach that was ready to burst. He hadn’t even touched himself and he was almost at climax, but before he could finish himself off he felt Goodkat’s hand snake around his torso, roughly grabbing him and jerking his cock to their breaking rhythm.
It was only a matter of seconds before Slevin came, hard and crying out Goodkat’s name. The look of the younger man’s face as he reached completion matched with the clenching around his cock finished off Goodkat, and with one more hard thrust he spilled deep inside Slevin, continuing to shallowly jerk until he was spent.
Goodkat leaned into Slevin’s back, his breath labored and he noticed Slevin wasn’t any better. Smiling Goodkat licked a trail of sweat from Slevin’s back, pulling out slowly and holding the younger man up.
Slevin was spent and barely able to stay conscious, the night’s job coupled with his latest exertion finally taking a toll on him. He barely noticed when Goodkat steered him toward the shower, the hot spray just working to lull him further into sleep as the older man washed them both.
The last thing Slevin remembered before finally passing out was a gentle hand carding through his hair, and an almost tender kiss pressed to his forehead. The gesture was unusually kind for Goodkat, so Slevin just wrote it off as a dream, but it made him smile anyway.