Wearing Thin
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dorksidefikerTITLE: Wearing Thin
AUTHOR:
FANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Paras/Victor
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 43. Lick
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: He can take only so much of Victor’s pacing.
WARNINGS: Slash!
NOTES: Nothing worth noting, folks.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Paras watched patiently as Victor paced and grumbled and bitched. He knew he just had to let Victor wind down, but there were times when he got tired of waiting. Times like just now, when Paras’ patience was wearing thin. Those were the times when Paras had to break out his secret weapon, the one guaranteed to knock Victor out of his bad mood. He waited until Victor had just turned in his latest round of pacing, then got behind him, wrapping an arm around his middle. Before Victor could voice a protest, Paras licked the tendons of Victor’s neck. The other boy moaned softly, melting against Paras. Paras smirked against Victor’s neck, and Victor pressed an elbow into Paras’s stomach. “Smug,” he accused. Paras just laughed, kissing up and down Victor’s neck while he slid a hand under the reptilian mutant’s shirt to caress the small of his back.
“Are you done complaining?” Paras asked, toying with the waist of Victor’s pants.
“Move that hand to the front and down a little,” he purred, “and you won’t hear another complaint from me.” Paras chuckled softly, moving his hand as directed to cup Victor’s crotch. Victor made a pleased noise, wriggling against Paras and rolling his head back to rest against his shoulder.
“Promise you’re done?”
“Uh-huh. Just don’t stop…” Victor’s back arches as Paras squeezed gently. “Please…”
“Can’t say no when you ask so nicely.”
AUTHOR:
FANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Paras/Victor
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 43. Lick
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: He can take only so much of Victor’s pacing.
WARNINGS: Slash!
NOTES: Nothing worth noting, folks.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Paras watched patiently as Victor paced and grumbled and bitched. He knew he just had to let Victor wind down, but there were times when he got tired of waiting. Times like just now, when Paras’ patience was wearing thin. Those were the times when Paras had to break out his secret weapon, the one guaranteed to knock Victor out of his bad mood. He waited until Victor had just turned in his latest round of pacing, then got behind him, wrapping an arm around his middle. Before Victor could voice a protest, Paras licked the tendons of Victor’s neck. The other boy moaned softly, melting against Paras. Paras smirked against Victor’s neck, and Victor pressed an elbow into Paras’s stomach. “Smug,” he accused. Paras just laughed, kissing up and down Victor’s neck while he slid a hand under the reptilian mutant’s shirt to caress the small of his back.
“Are you done complaining?” Paras asked, toying with the waist of Victor’s pants.
“Move that hand to the front and down a little,” he purred, “and you won’t hear another complaint from me.” Paras chuckled softly, moving his hand as directed to cup Victor’s crotch. Victor made a pleased noise, wriggling against Paras and rolling his head back to rest against his shoulder.
“Promise you’re done?”
“Uh-huh. Just don’t stop…” Victor’s back arches as Paras squeezed gently. “Please…”
“Can’t say no when you ask so nicely.”