oops. [lady gaga show me your teeth.mp3]
Itās an accident the first time.
Balls deep in Charles, ducked forward as he sets the pounding, merciless rhythm for the night, Pierre is losing the last of his meticulously-constructed faƧade as the noises heās getting are driving him closer and closer to the edge. This is favorite full-body workout, of courseāCharles splayed out in bed, entirely open and exposed, moaning and cursing and grabbing at him like his life depends on it. It never gets old, not once. Pierre knows him like the back of his hand, can tell which noises mean heās close and which mean heās thinking about saying something. Heās listening now; practically cheek to cheek with Charles, whispering something he doesnāt even really recognize in Charlesā ear and getting these pretty, pretty noises back that mean heās about to cum.
Pierreās favorite song.
āThat feel good?ā He grunts, slowing the movement of his hips but thrusting even harder back into Charles. The bed is moving. Charlesā head is bouncing on the pillow, eyes glazed over, mouth slick with spit and drool, and heās never looked so fucking good.
āPierre,ā he whines, rutting upwards against Pierreās chest to get friction on his cock, and wow heās so pretty, squirming like this. Heās so fucking pretty. Pierre wants to eat him alive.
āAre you ready to cum, sweetheart,ā he drawls, using the last remnants of his control to fuck into him once, twice, three times with force. The wood of the headboard slaps against the wall but Pierre canāt be bothered to care because Charles looks at him with those big eyes, lips parted, and nods. āYou have to say it, Charles, use your voiceāā
āPierre, please, I want to cum,ā Charles interrupts, voice hoarse, and surges up to try and catch Pierre in a kiss. It almost worksāhis mouth lands at the base of Pierreās neck instead, hot and wet and open as his tongue does something filthy and Pierre just--
"Charles, oh my godāā he gets one last thrust in before itās all over. With a groan, his orgasm finally swallows him whole, and heās still wading through it as Charles comes undone beneath himā
And sinks his teeth right into Pierreās skin. The pain is sharp against the hazy pleasure of release, although not entirely unwelcome, butā
āCharles, did you just fucking bite me?ā He hasnāt moved, still settled inside Charles even as he starts to come back down from his high. From under him, Charles makes an apologetic noise, then whines when Pierre shifts and moves inside him. Oversensitive. Right.
āSorry,ā he murmurs. Pierre echoes the sentiment under his breath as he pulls out and collapses beside his best friend. Charles takes no time in rolling over so that theyāre face-to-face on the pillows, gaze lidded. āI didnāt mean to, Pierrot, you felt so good and I think I just went on autopilot.ā His face gets a little pink, which Pierre loves terribly. āDid I hurt you? I really am sorry, mon petit.ā He reaches over to thumb at the spot his teeth had marked, fingers soft and pleasant and warm. Pierreās eyes flutter closed for a beat.
āNo, no, you didnāt hurt me. I justāwas not expecting it, is all.ā He leans forward to press a tender kiss to Charlesā apologetic mouth, smiling as he gets a soft nibble at his bottom lip in return. āIf biting is allowed, just let me know next time.ā
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The next timeā¦is not.
Pressed into the wall of the hotel room theyāre sharing while on holiday, Pierre is all but ready to throw Charles into bed the way heās riled up; theyād barely made it into the elevator before heād started, drawn to Pierre like a magnet and about as strong as one, too. Heās too good at this, at getting Pierre to drop everything and give him exactly what he needs.
To be fair, usually itās also what Pierre needs, but Charles has mastered his effectiveness in getting Pierre properly wrapped around his finger on nights like this.
āCharles,ā Pierre groans between kisses, hands palming Charlesā hot skin under his shirt, āBed before Iāshit, before Iāā
āYouāre going to shit? Thatās kind of disgusting, Pierre,ā Charles interrupts, grinning like an absolute ass while still managing to stay pressed close to Pierreās mouth.
āShut the fuck up,ā Pierre grumbles. He lightly scrapes his nails down Charlesā chest and waits for the inevitable whine that cuts through the cockiness. (It sounds just as beautiful as always.) āGet in bed before I fuck you against this wall and you complain about your back for the next day and a half.ā
Charles moans, but doesnāt move, still using his weight to keep Pierre pinned. āMake me,ā he says, raspy but still in it, still ready to fight Pierre a little before they actually get to bed. Something feral rears its head in Pierreās chest.
āMake you,ā he echoes, tsking softly and shaking his head. āCareful what you wish for, Charlito.ā The grin he gets in return is a Charles-specific blend of utterly stupid and impossibly sexy. Pierre digs his fingers into the flesh of Charlesā hip with one hand and grabs his face with another, insistent and firm as he pulls Charles in for a kiss that will get him the upper hand.
It worksāat least, it does until Charles peels away from Pierreās mouth to bite at his thumb, not quite sinking his teeth in but still sharp nonetheless. The grin is still big on his face, even as they flip places, Charlesā back hitting the ugly wallpaper with a dull thud. He inhales sharply at the contact, air rushing around Pierreās now-tingling thumb as he does so, but doesnāt say anything.
āEasy,ā Pierre murmurs, tightening his hold on Charles with both hands. The press of his fingers draws another little breathy hiss from him. Charles turns his head, snaps hungrily at his thumb again. His eyes are dark and the lighting of their room seems to only make them darker. āBe a good boy for me.ā
That does something. Like a switch has been flipped, Charles whimpers, soft, and then finally relents, pressing a gentle kiss to the pad of Pierreās thumb instead. āOkay,ā he murmurs after a beat. Pierre softens his hand against Charlesā cheek, thumbs gently at the flushed skin.
āThere we go,ā he hums, using the hand on Charlesā waist to maneuver them towards the mattress. āThere we go.ā
-
āHey,ā Charles mumbles from his seat on the couch, stirring Pierre awake. The movie heād put on is apparently still going. āCome on, Pierrot, we have to stay awake or else the jet lag and the timezones will kill us tomorrow.ā He scoots closer. āWe just have to make it another 3 hours, mon petit, and then we can sleep.ā Charlesā voice is so soft and soothing that itās having the opposite effect heād probably intended. Pierre sighs heavily.
āCharles,ā he half-whines, lolling his head back onto the cushions. āWhy canāt I just be fucked up tomorrow and sleep now?ā He knows itās not a good idea, knows Charles is right to be keeping him up, but heād slept like shit the night before and really, this couch is so comfortable and his boyfriend is so warm right next to himā¦
āYou are always fucked up,ā Charles teases, tucking himself in Pierreās side. He gets a groan in return. āCome on, you can do it. If I can stay awake, so can you.ā
Pierre rolls his eyes, turning to look Charles right in the face. āI donāt know,ā he mumbles, rubbing at one eye. āI need to get better at sleeping on planes, I think.ā
āYou do,ā Charles confirms. He grabs Pierreās free hand and squeezes it. āBut itās okay, because I can keep you up until we are allowed to go to bed.ā Pierre raises an eyebrow. āOkay, disgusting.ā But heās grinning again, big and sparkly, and Pierre can practically tell how their night is going to end just looking at him. Admittedly, getting his hands all over Charles would keep him awakeābut heās not going to start now, because itās only going to drain him once he finally cums.
āTell me, Charlito,ā he mumbles, shifting against the cushions so heās propped up and facing Charles with his whole body. āHow are you going to keep me awake.ā
Charles hums, scooting closer so that theyāre thigh-to-thigh again, and taps at his chin like he really has to think about it. āI guess movies will not work, considering.ā He jerks a thumb at the television behind them, which is still playing. āAnd you will fall asleep if I suggest chess.ā
āI will definitely fall asleep if you suggest chess.ā He grins as Charles pouts at his confirmation. āMmm. Charlito, we are famous drivers in the most popular racing sport in the world. How do we have no way of keeping entertained.ā
Charles laughs softly, shaking his head. āJust lucky, I suppose.ā He hums, then shrugs. āI guess Iām not better than being disgusting, Pierrot.ā With a grunt of effort, he climbs into Pierreās lap, settling heavily on his thighs. Pierre chuckles. āIf I kiss you, will you stay awake for me?ā
āI donāt know, calamar,ā he replies, ābut you can try.ā
Charles does. Gently, he sinks forward and captures Pierreās mouth with his own, insistent but not exactly dirty. His tongue is warm on Pierreās bottom lip, and Pierre allows him in easily. The dull vibration from Charlesā moan of pleasure makes him shiver, the sensation traveling all the way through him. He leans his head back. Charles keeps kissing him, lips dragging up Pierreās jaw; it feels so good and so comforting that Pierre finds heās actually starting to nod off a little again, eyes a little heavyā
And then Charles bites his earlobe, sending a sting of subdued pain right to his brain. āShit,ā he mumbles, and Charles huffs a soft laugh in his ear, pressing another kiss to where his teeth had just sunk in.
āYou are awake now, yes?ā
Pierre hums, looping an arm around Charlesā waist. āI am.ā
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Theyāre running on borrowed timeāand honestly, even that is a generous statement. Sitting in the Ferrari Charles had picked him up in, parked under a cluster of trees, they have a very strict FIA-enforced curfew they have to adhere to tonight. And, well, Charles is sunk fully on his dick in the passenger seat, somehow, pressed so tight against Pierre that it feels like theyāre glued together. Heās soaked in sweat, rocking his hips up as Charles rolls his hips down to meet him, and itāsā
āPierrot,ā Charles moans in his ear, jerking forward. The whole car moves with him, although neither of them really have it in them to be embarrassed right now. āYou feel so good, so fucking good, please do not stopāā he chokes on his words as Pierre uses a focused burst of strength to deliver another sharp thrust upwards, so effective in silencing his boyfriend that Charles drops his head to Pierreās shoulder and sobs.
āPretty boy in his pretty car,ā Pierre whisper-teases. āYou like this, huh? Riding my cock in the hotel parking lot, naked and exposed for anyone to see.ā Charles moans pitifully into the crook of his neck as Pierre lifts his hips again, burrowing still deeper in him, somehow. āSo pretty, so dirty.ā
āPierre,ā Charles sob-whines, nuzzling further into him. Pierre half-wonders if he can even breathe with how heās pressed so firmly into his shoulder. āPierre, please, Iām so close, oh my godāā
And, really, Pierre canāt help himself. With Charles bent over him in this (frankly, insane) position, his bare shoulder is right in Pierreās line of vision, catching a little glow from the distant lights of the parking lot lamps, and. Well.
āIāve got you,ā Pierre murmurs. He presses a tender kiss to Charlesā neck, then trails a line of them down and across the plane of his shoulder. āIāve got you.ā And, with another kiss-thrust combo, Pierre sinks his teeth in.
āPierre!ā Charles gasps, hips rocking forward sharply once. He cums almost instantly, Pierreās teeth still hot on his skin, and streaks the front of Pierreās black shirt. Which, really, is his fault for picking this evening all things considered, but he wonāt complain because Charles just fucking came when Pierre did that.
Bit him.
Jesus Christ.
āCharlito,ā he grunts, control now entirely gone as he ruts helplessly upwards into Charles, whoās clenching and unclenching around him so deliciously that Pierre thinks he could faint. āYou are mine. Mine mine mine.ā He mouths the words into Charlesā shoulder, feeling the shiver he gets in return from it.
āYours,ā Charles whimpers, mouth hot against Pierreās ear. He takes Pierreās earlobe between his teeth, bites down a little. āOnly yours, Pierrot, I am all for you.ā He bites down harder.
Pierre loses it.
Jesus Christ.





















