Changing the Role
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dorksidefikerTitle: Changing the Role
Author/Artist:fullmetal_cut
Fandom: X-Men
Characters/Pairing: Santo/Victor
Rating: R
Table & Prompt number: Table 3 | B| 4. Think of what could be, if you rewrite the role you play. -- Adam Lambert
Summary: In which Santo manages to change his role in Victor's life, if only for a little bit.
Author's note: Written for Marvel Kink 2.0
Disclaimer: I own nothing
"C'mon, I don't know how much longer I got..." Large, surprisingly smooth hangs fumbled with the top button on Victor's jeans. The skin on them was dusky, and when Victor grabbed them, they were way softer than would have been normal for a teenage boy. Of course, until a few days ago, those hands hadn't actually existed for several years, so both their softness and smoothness were understandable.
Nothing else about Santo was soft. In fact, even human, he looked chiseled, with a square jaw and a taut stomach and pecks that would have done a Greek statue proud. Victor had a rather nice view of those pecks at the moment; even human, Santo still kind of towered over him. He could also see the band of hair that trailed down Santo's stomach, disappearing into his jeans like an arrow.
Generally, Victor liked to say that he wasn't that easy; he wasn't gonna jump some guy just because of a pretty face and an ass you could bounce quarters off of (something Santo had already demonstrated as possible, with Megan's giggly help). He wanted a genuine emotional connection.
But Santo did have a point. The transformation was likely temporary, and Santo was trying to cram as much of the stuff he couldn't do in his normal form as he could into his limited time. And it wasn't like Victor didn't know Santo (though there was still some disconnect between his mental image of Santo and the young man currently grinding his crotch against Victor's).
"Slow down," Victor said breathlessly. "Don't stop, just... slowly." Victor cupped the back of Santo's head and silently added a second item to the list of things about Sato that were soft; the close cropped black hair was silky and pleasant to run his fingers through. He pulled Santo's head down while stretching himself upwards to meet his mouth.
Santo's lips were chapped, and he tasted kinda like the jalapenos he'd been eating earlier after Julian had called him a wuss.
Author/Artist:
fullmetal_cutFandom: X-Men
Characters/Pairing: Santo/Victor
Rating: R
Table & Prompt number: Table 3 | B| 4. Think of what could be, if you rewrite the role you play. -- Adam Lambert
Summary: In which Santo manages to change his role in Victor's life, if only for a little bit.
Author's note: Written for Marvel Kink 2.0
Disclaimer: I own nothing
"C'mon, I don't know how much longer I got..." Large, surprisingly smooth hangs fumbled with the top button on Victor's jeans. The skin on them was dusky, and when Victor grabbed them, they were way softer than would have been normal for a teenage boy. Of course, until a few days ago, those hands hadn't actually existed for several years, so both their softness and smoothness were understandable.
Nothing else about Santo was soft. In fact, even human, he looked chiseled, with a square jaw and a taut stomach and pecks that would have done a Greek statue proud. Victor had a rather nice view of those pecks at the moment; even human, Santo still kind of towered over him. He could also see the band of hair that trailed down Santo's stomach, disappearing into his jeans like an arrow.
Generally, Victor liked to say that he wasn't that easy; he wasn't gonna jump some guy just because of a pretty face and an ass you could bounce quarters off of (something Santo had already demonstrated as possible, with Megan's giggly help). He wanted a genuine emotional connection.
But Santo did have a point. The transformation was likely temporary, and Santo was trying to cram as much of the stuff he couldn't do in his normal form as he could into his limited time. And it wasn't like Victor didn't know Santo (though there was still some disconnect between his mental image of Santo and the young man currently grinding his crotch against Victor's).
"Slow down," Victor said breathlessly. "Don't stop, just... slowly." Victor cupped the back of Santo's head and silently added a second item to the list of things about Sato that were soft; the close cropped black hair was silky and pleasant to run his fingers through. He pulled Santo's head down while stretching himself upwards to meet his mouth.
Santo's lips were chapped, and he tasted kinda like the jalapenos he'd been eating earlier after Julian had called him a wuss.