Fucked Seven Way's to Hell
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M through R › Once Upon A Time In Mexico
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,258
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1
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Fucked Seven Way's to Hell
Fucked Seven Ways to Hell
He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t harsh either. When he laid his hands on soft flesh and held down wrists as the body beneath struggled. It was what he needed. They both needed it, though the latter would rather claw at the man above than submit.
If it was consensual, he might have enjoyed the kink.
But it wasn’t.
Oh, Sands wasn’t about to deny that he didn’t need it. He did. He just preferred to be the one on top. Being helpless in another’s arms wasn’t something that he liked to do. He’d almost died because of it, after all. Why would he put himself into such a position once again?
Wondering wasn’t getting him no where. Not with the body above him was allowing him to continue with these thoughts. God damn him! If he doesn’t fuck me now, someone is going to die! Sands thought as he met that questing tongue with his own. Honestly, how long did it take one fucked up Mariachi to get his pecker in the right hole? Even without lube, any dumbass with half a brain could do it. Sands let El know this when they had finally broke away from the soul snatching kiss. This just made El chuckle a little and get back to work.
El used lube though, it was baby lotion, but it smelled good and it helped Sands. At least he could walk in the morning. There had been plenty of times when he’d been fucked and he was overly sore the next morning. He only liked it when El did it, and El only did it when he was overly angry with Sands. And, Sands could be terribly aggravating on a daily basis.
They learned to live.
They fucked to forget.
That was all it was, lovey-dovey euphuisms were for idiots who couldn’t bring themselves to think about what sex really was. Especially between those who didn’t give a shit. It was just a way to forget the world and get their needs taken care of. This was fucking. End of story. Neither of them held love for the other. That wasn’t how it worked in their world. You either lived or died and survived to do it all over again the next day. That was their life. Though, things were winding down and El was wondering if they could go back to Guitar Town and live peacefully now.
Sands would admit it, but as El pushed into him, gently but hard at the same time, he wondered what life would be in the small hide out that was El’s. Would they still fuck, or would they make love? Sands wondered if he could love again, even after the betrayal…?
He dismissed this thought as he pulled El down to him and they started kissing again. Honestly, he didn’t care. He had no where to go and even if they would essentially be playing house…how hard could it be…?
After all, he was fucked seven ways to hell. No doubts about it.
He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t harsh either. When he laid his hands on soft flesh and held down wrists as the body beneath struggled. It was what he needed. They both needed it, though the latter would rather claw at the man above than submit.
If it was consensual, he might have enjoyed the kink.
But it wasn’t.
Oh, Sands wasn’t about to deny that he didn’t need it. He did. He just preferred to be the one on top. Being helpless in another’s arms wasn’t something that he liked to do. He’d almost died because of it, after all. Why would he put himself into such a position once again?
Wondering wasn’t getting him no where. Not with the body above him was allowing him to continue with these thoughts. God damn him! If he doesn’t fuck me now, someone is going to die! Sands thought as he met that questing tongue with his own. Honestly, how long did it take one fucked up Mariachi to get his pecker in the right hole? Even without lube, any dumbass with half a brain could do it. Sands let El know this when they had finally broke away from the soul snatching kiss. This just made El chuckle a little and get back to work.
El used lube though, it was baby lotion, but it smelled good and it helped Sands. At least he could walk in the morning. There had been plenty of times when he’d been fucked and he was overly sore the next morning. He only liked it when El did it, and El only did it when he was overly angry with Sands. And, Sands could be terribly aggravating on a daily basis.
They learned to live.
They fucked to forget.
That was all it was, lovey-dovey euphuisms were for idiots who couldn’t bring themselves to think about what sex really was. Especially between those who didn’t give a shit. It was just a way to forget the world and get their needs taken care of. This was fucking. End of story. Neither of them held love for the other. That wasn’t how it worked in their world. You either lived or died and survived to do it all over again the next day. That was their life. Though, things were winding down and El was wondering if they could go back to Guitar Town and live peacefully now.
Sands would admit it, but as El pushed into him, gently but hard at the same time, he wondered what life would be in the small hide out that was El’s. Would they still fuck, or would they make love? Sands wondered if he could love again, even after the betrayal…?
He dismissed this thought as he pulled El down to him and they started kissing again. Honestly, he didn’t care. He had no where to go and even if they would essentially be playing house…how hard could it be…?
After all, he was fucked seven ways to hell. No doubts about it.