Shag Me-requested drabble. Spenley. nsfw
He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around the Sniper and initiating a make-out session with him. even pulling him to the bed. However, once they'd both collapsed, Spencer hesitated and pulled away, leaving Riley feeling confused. Giving a questioning look to Spencer, it was met with Spencer shaking his head. "I'm gonna do things my way," Spencer said quietly. He gestured for Riley to stand up. The Sniper did so and rested his hands on Spencer's shoulders once the Scout was sitting up.
He tapped his fingers lightly against Riley's hips as he slowly lifted the hem of the Sniper's shirt up, revealing bare skin. Spencer leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly to the stomach, working his way upward as the shirt was lifted even more. The teasing kisses left Riley trembling with anticipation, already eager for whatever Spencer had planned next.
Spencer finally managed to raise the shirt all the way up and off, getting to his feet. Tossing the shirt to the side, he caressed Riley's shoulders and arms, pressing light kisses along both shoulders and along the neck. The affection was very light and gentle, and it was something Riley hadn't felt in what felt like a long time, and it was very nice. This took him back to the beginning days of their relationship, and he couldn't help but want to return the gentle intimacy.
Finally, Spencer sat back down, letting his fingertips cascade down Riley's torso, stopping when he reached the edge of the pants. Spencer planted a series of kisses around the navel while he worked to undo the fastenings, then sliding the pants down. Riley even assisted with kicking the stifling clothing off, and his hands automatically reached to undo Spencer's pants. With a grin, Spencer grabbed his wrists. "No," he whispered. "Let me." He pushed Riley back a bit so Spencer could get on his knees in front of the taller man, and his hands worked to service the Sniper.
Riley let out a gasp and rocked his hips into the pleasure. It wasn't the endless teasing, it wasn't the rough play he'd grown to like, but it was still very nice. He looked down as Spencer worked him to a full erection with just his fingers. Spencer let his hands drop then, and gave Riley a long, slow lick from base to shaft. This earned another gasp from the Sniper.
Giving Riley another teasing lick, Spencer finally took Riley all the way into his mouth. His own eyes closed as he again gripped Riley's hips, and he bobbed his head back and forth slowly. He could tell Riley was fighting to keep still, though the noises he was making were enough to let Spencer know that this classic approach had been a good idea.
However, when he sensed that Riley was close to the edge, Spencer pulled away, not content to finish him off quite yet. Spencer got back to his feet and worked his own pants off while pulling Riley onto the bed. Spencer wanted to make out with him some more; and he lay on top of Riley, kissing and gently nibbling his shoulders and neck. His hips rocked into Riley's at the same time to keep the Sniper ready. After a moan escaped his own lips. Spencer rolled off and lay there, holding Riley. Finally, he sat up. "I love you," he said with a grin.
Spencer reached for the lube and applied it to himself. When Riley realized what Spencer was doing, he quirked an eyebrow, but otherwise remained silent. He was used to it being the other way around, but this was definitely a difference in how they did things. After a moment, Spencer settled in between Riley's legs, and Riley helpfully lifted his hips to help Spencer out.
Spencer slowly worked his way in, first pushing in, then pulling out a bit, then wriggling his way in further. The anticipation was enough for Riley to emit another couple of moans, and he gripped the sheets and squeezed his eyes shut.
Spencer was finally all the way in, and he held still for a few seconds, to adjust to this feeling. His body was shivering, and he could feel Riley shivering as well. Opening his mouth, Spencer decided to thrust in, and work himself into a steady rhythm that would feel good for the both of them. He kept his eyes closed to concentrate, even unable to hold back his own pleasure, moving faster with each thrust.
"Spence-" Riley started to say. A deep thrust from Spencer brushed against his prostate, and he moaned quietly, unable to finish his thought. He could feel himself getting periously close to the edge again, and he pushed against the bed and into Spencer to help the Scout out. Spencer let out a loud moan at this and accidently dug his nails into Riley's thighs at the same time.
"Oi....oi love yeh...." Riley gasped. It was hard to focus as his mind fought for release and for the edge to slip away again. Both sounded wonderful, and he wasn't sure what direction Spencer wanted to take it at this point.
That question was answered moments later when Spencer groaned loudly, reaching his climax. He remained still while riding through it, then straightened up to watch Riley once he was recovered. "I ain't done with you yet."
Riley smiled up at him. "I didn't think yeh would be." He was about to say something really sarcastic when Spencer started moving again. Whatever thought had been on his mind was replaced with more pleasure, and again, Riley closed his eyes.
It didn't take long for him to reach his own climax, and when he did, he arched his back and cried out, gripping the sheets tightly. Spencer used a hand to stroke Riley's penis to help prolong the orgasm, and when Riley finally relaxed, Spencer pulled out to lay down next to him.
"I ain't always possessive," Spencer whispered. "I wanna do right by you."
"Love, yeh always have." Riley sighed and shifted to wrap his arms around Spencer. "Yeh don't havta worry."
"I know." Spencer was silent for a long while, and Riley was starting to wonder if the Scout had fallen asleep.
"We ain't been in 'da shower yet," Spencer said, after a few seconds. He gave Riley a knowing grin. "Wanna take one with me?"
Riley was in for a long afternoon. But even as he and Spencer got up to go into the bathroom, he knew they'd both sleep well later. Rough or gentle, he didn't care. He loved it all.