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Powerfully, Fleetingly
Title: Powerfully, Fleetingly
Fandom: The Velvet Key
Character(s): Extra Archer, male!Eater
Pairing(s): Eater/Extra Archer
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 510
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, genderqueer
Summary: This would be completely expected if it wasn't past sunset.
Notes: I really like writing male Eater.
Normally, Archer would have no objections to a naked Eater in his lap, leaving love bites over his chest and shoulders, purring like a contented cat. He'd even expected that this would happen someday.
The only minor issue with this situation is that it's well past sunset.
"Uh... Eater..." He has no real idea of how to continue past there, so he just lets that hang awkwardly in the air between them, of which there is not much.
Eater licks one of the marks he'd made before looking up at him. "Yeah?"
"Does anything about this strike you as weird?" Archer asks. "Even a little?"
"Yeah, the fact that you still have your pants on is pretty weird." Eater punctuates this by grinding downwards, causing Archer to lose track of what he was about to say. He slips a hand underneath to rub through his clothes slowly while rocking against the heel of his hand. "I can, ah, work with that, though."
Archer can feel himself go bright red. "W-wait wait wait."
Eater, to his credit, waits. He even goes so far as to slide off of Archer's lap and onto the bed.
"...Does it bother you at all that you're a guy in a girl's body about to have sex with another guy?" Archer asks, eventually deciding to just go for it.
The instantaneous answer: "Nope."
"Oh." He can't think of anything to say to that.
"Does that bother you? Because I'm used to it, but I guess you might need to work more up to the idea, huh." Eater stretches out on the bed and slides a hand down his stomach. "It's my hotel room, though, so I might have to kick you out so I can finish. No offense."
"Th...that won't be necessary."
Eater gives him a challenging grin that he suspects his female side isn't even capable of forming, and suddenly his pants are being tugged off; all of his finely-tuned Archer-class senses were needed to even see him move. In record time he's surrounded by wet heat, and if he had any doubts that Eater's body is fully equipped they're gone now. Eater rocks down on him, moaning shamelessly before capturing his lips in a deep kiss.
His finely-tuned Archer-class senses fail him, and the world turns into a blur of heat and motion and skin against skin. When he grips Eater's hips tightly enough to leave marks, Eater muffles his pleased sounds in the crook of Archer's neck.
Archer doesn't keep track of how long it takes or how deep he goes. By the time he has the presence of mind to remember such things, Eater is curled up on his chest.
"...Wow," he comments, because he doesn't really know what else to say to that.
Eater nods. "She's going to be so envious. You might not want to go anywhere in the morning, unless you can't handle round two."
At this very second round two sounds exhausting, but it'll probably be a much better idea in the morning. "I think I'll stick around."
Fandom: The Velvet Key
Character(s): Extra Archer, male!Eater
Pairing(s): Eater/Extra Archer
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 510
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, genderqueer
Summary: This would be completely expected if it wasn't past sunset.
Notes: I really like writing male Eater.
Normally, Archer would have no objections to a naked Eater in his lap, leaving love bites over his chest and shoulders, purring like a contented cat. He'd even expected that this would happen someday.
The only minor issue with this situation is that it's well past sunset.
"Uh... Eater..." He has no real idea of how to continue past there, so he just lets that hang awkwardly in the air between them, of which there is not much.
Eater licks one of the marks he'd made before looking up at him. "Yeah?"
"Does anything about this strike you as weird?" Archer asks. "Even a little?"
"Yeah, the fact that you still have your pants on is pretty weird." Eater punctuates this by grinding downwards, causing Archer to lose track of what he was about to say. He slips a hand underneath to rub through his clothes slowly while rocking against the heel of his hand. "I can, ah, work with that, though."
Archer can feel himself go bright red. "W-wait wait wait."
Eater, to his credit, waits. He even goes so far as to slide off of Archer's lap and onto the bed.
"...Does it bother you at all that you're a guy in a girl's body about to have sex with another guy?" Archer asks, eventually deciding to just go for it.
The instantaneous answer: "Nope."
"Oh." He can't think of anything to say to that.
"Does that bother you? Because I'm used to it, but I guess you might need to work more up to the idea, huh." Eater stretches out on the bed and slides a hand down his stomach. "It's my hotel room, though, so I might have to kick you out so I can finish. No offense."
"Th...that won't be necessary."
Eater gives him a challenging grin that he suspects his female side isn't even capable of forming, and suddenly his pants are being tugged off; all of his finely-tuned Archer-class senses were needed to even see him move. In record time he's surrounded by wet heat, and if he had any doubts that Eater's body is fully equipped they're gone now. Eater rocks down on him, moaning shamelessly before capturing his lips in a deep kiss.
His finely-tuned Archer-class senses fail him, and the world turns into a blur of heat and motion and skin against skin. When he grips Eater's hips tightly enough to leave marks, Eater muffles his pleased sounds in the crook of Archer's neck.
Archer doesn't keep track of how long it takes or how deep he goes. By the time he has the presence of mind to remember such things, Eater is curled up on his chest.
"...Wow," he comments, because he doesn't really know what else to say to that.
Eater nods. "She's going to be so envious. You might not want to go anywhere in the morning, unless you can't handle round two."
At this very second round two sounds exhausting, but it'll probably be a much better idea in the morning. "I think I'll stick around."