Forget The Horror Here

One of his hands gripped the duvet as he gasped, back arching further than what was comfortable. 

He hated how excited he felt when Roman shifted them, cock now pressed against his backside. Feeling like he was coming out of a haze, he blinked away some of the fog. Aspen let out a sound of irritation, both hands clawing his bedspread now as he pushed back. He was already going to feel humiliated enough tomorrow when he woke up. He would not beg. 

“Your wish.”

A groan escaped Roman’s chest. It was accompanied by a guttural, hungry rumbling the further he pushed his cock deep inside the other. To say he was mindful of Aspen’s body and pain threshold would be a lie, but there was the consideration of lubrication and protection -- and that was the best that he’d offer.

The forcefulness in his hips’ thrusting left no room for care; his mind, blurred. A gloss muted blue hues as he lost himself to the trance of Aspen’s body writhing below him. Roman hadn’t even bothered to keep his moans hushed, completely lost in the sensation that crawled up his spine and into his finger tips that gripped so harshly into Aspen’s hips.

His hands flew out to catch himself before he face planted into the mattress where Roman had shoved him. Nervous tension pooled in his belly as he stilled, unsure of what Roman was doing behind him but hearing shifting fabric and the warmth of the other’s body as he hovered above. 

Something akin to a squeak came from the blonde, much to his chagrin. Cold lube and the unexpected intrusion had given him a shock. He whipped his head around to shoot daggers at Roman with his eyes, knowing it had been done just to fuck with him.

“Fucking asshole,” He barked, voice shaky. Aspen turned his face away again quickly, afraid he might be blushing– heaven forbid. His hips shifted slightly, eager for more and the fact that he’d held back any moans was a testament to his willpower. Oh god did he want to get fucked. 

“Not quite yet,” he retorted smugly. Never a bad time for a well molded pun.

With surprising care --at least enough to not damage the poor little blond fellow --slick fingers found their pace. Roman’s freehand snaked up Aspens spine, pressing his palm harshly enough to force the other’s posture into quite the sultry one as he kept Aspen’s backside high and propped, until it found its way to tussled yellow tresses. What a pretty little sight..... In that moment, Roman knelt as tall as he could, balancing his weight against Aspen’s head with such delicate care.

“As if it would matter.” Fingers thrusted harder now, with more intent. If one listened close enough, they could hear nearly muted moans betray Roman’s will with each push of his fingers. The pull of Aspen’s body had his cock practically twitching with need, only causing him to finger the other harder. Not faster. That wasn’t fun. He needed to let Aspen know just how he planned to fuck him. His plan was to bruise, not exhaust. To overwhelm Aspen’s body to the point that he couldn’t even moan. His fingers curled each time he pulled back to do just that, listening to Aspen’s body to assure he was exactly where he needed to be. Roman was quite the attentive lover, if given the chance.

“This is fuckin’ stupid.”

Playtime’s over.

Enough time had passed that Roman could no longer hold out, and more than enough time for him to believe he’d given Aspen much more care than he intended to..... Though, it was a touch to hard to pull away when the man below him was so fun to torment. But the ache drove him harder than the moans that Aspen offered.

The hand that once pressed against the back of Aspen’s head now found itself at the crook of his hip, pulling him towards Roman. With a quick exchange, Roman now held his own length and pressed the tip against the ass he so desperately wanted to fuck, but not without one last little quip--

His lip twitched at the touch of the blonds tender hands. How were they so soft..? Even with fingers tightly gripping his chin, forcing him to tip his chin and look down his nose, Roman couldn’t help but feel lost in the assailant's touch. Every ounce of frustration he felt in the slight exchange of power was channeled into the small bottled that the mechanic gripped to with every fiber of his insecure being. It was a wonder the cap hadn’t popped off.

Especially as the very tender hands that melted Roman in a moments breath trained down to his throat.

That fucking asshole....

How the threat remained in the smaller’s glare, or the whimper caught in his throat only to expel as a small groan, only mercy could tell. She was sweet to Roman for only a moment.... Before fleeting, leaving Roman a victim to the soft lips that pressed against his own. Fuck. For a short pause, tenderness could be felt coming from the oh so brooding “ex” scene punk. Much to his dismay, he leaned into the kiss. Much worse, he body nearly begged for it to last just a second longer..... He was betrayed by the needy breath that escaped heaving lungs, though it almost seemed as if he hadn’t cared.

The smirk that teased Aspen’s lips took over Roman’s own. There was no hint to it. It was an honest, wicked grin that curled along both corners. There was nothing Roman loved more than a challenge, and maybe that was why he was so drawn to the blond. If there was anything Roman knew how to do, it was fix things, fuck things, and fight. So it was no problem for him to grip Aspen’s arm in such a manner that forced the blond to twist around --that, or pop his shoulder out of place. Players choice. For the second time, Aspen found himself in this position, and Roman was tickled devastatingly horny.

“I plan to,” he whispered against the victim’s ear before shoving him back against the bed. Roman was almost drunk enough to shove his face against that pretty little backside of Aspen’s.... Almost. Instead, he removed his own last layer and crawled over the other. Sometime between then, he managed to slick his fingers some with the cold liquid, and being the wonderful, tentative person that Roman always was, he wasted no time shoving the two lubed fingers knuckle deep inside Aspen’s tight little ass.

“Fuckin’ calm down, huh?” he spat, albeit almost playfully. Roman had spent some time experimenting with his bi-sexuality during their years apart, but that didn’t mean he would grant Aspen any of that decency.

Roman could feel his knees buckling under him and his frustration only grew greater. His hands found themselves slicking through blond tresses to keep himself balanced, gripping tightly, holding Aspen’s head steady. It was his hips that made most of the movement, practically shoving his whole cock down the back of the victim’s throat. Harsh moans and heavy breaths heaved from his lungs. If Aspen kept this up.... It wouldn’t be long before Roman would completely lose it.

“Shit....” he moaned once more. Roman wasn’t sure if it was the lack of a sex life he’d been experiencing or the fact that Aspen was better than he expected him to be, but it pissed him off either way and simply shoving his cock against that pretty little face and making it choke wasn’t going to satisfy whatever greed that was filling his chest. He’d revel in it a moment longer but...

Aspen stopped himself only to consider what Roman was saying. He was torn. Aspen desperately wanted to get off and was outrageously turned on by Roman but even as tipsy as he still felt, he was a little hesitant to just enthusiastically bottom to Roman of all people. His inner monologue over the conflict lasted all of five seconds before he pushed away from his ex-roommate and crawled across the bed to rifle through the nightstand on the other side. Fuck it, you only live once.

A small tube was retrieved and he glared as he tossed it towards Roman’s chest, turning to return to where Roman knelt.

The bottle hit his chest with a soft thrud before falling into Roman's hand. He shot a glare at Aspen, though it quickly fell to a hungry glaze as the other crawled toward him. Fuck how was he everything that absolutely melted Roman? The Raven kept a steady glare on the other as he situated himself. In a position that would soon be less to Aspen's favor, but Roman didn't mind.

The awful, lustful glint that laid in mixed matched hues told it all.

It was almost immediate, the heat Roman felt filling his chest with the cute little blond saddling on either side on him. That cocky little mouth was looking awfully useful.

"Do you?" He growled, rugged hands gripping behind Aspen's jaw to being him closer. His free hand dropped the bottle in favor of relieving his girth from annoyingly tight fitting boxers, only to press it against Aspen's lips. The warmth of the others mouth was almost enough to push him over the edge, but he needed to feel that cute little mouth around his cock one more time..

“Is there a problem?” Roman’s tone snaked between a purr and a command.

Not once did he break eye contact, even as he removed his shirt completely, un-belted his jeans, and shoved Aspen onto to the bed. There was an odd air that surrounded Roman in that moment as is stood at the edge. It was less angry than every moment that had moved him prior. Almost as if he were… Admiring Asp—

“—Take your fucking pants off.”

It was a short lived moment.

Roman was a caught off guard by the other pulling him down. Reality made its quick return with lips pressed against his own with bruising fervor. Slowly, the groans that crept their way out melted into moans as he pressed his hips against Aspen's. It was almost insulting how much of a difference one layer if clothing made, and how he was practically panting against the others lips, craving more.

"Dont follow them if you have such a problem," he hushed, snaking a hand down Aspen's chest. Roman wasn't the only one who had been working out, apparently. There was pause once he met the touch of fabric; to be tantalizing or deciding his next move, he was unsure... He opted for wasting little time and slipped cold fingers under the elastic band. An amused hum escaped once Roman felt just how turned on Aspen had become. His kisses moved for the others jaw before trailing to his neck. The softness only lasted long enough to annoy the other before jilting for teeth harshly scraping along the blonds neck. Bites and bruises always suited such delicate, tanned skin.

Romans grip on Aspen's length was slow, antagonizing, but tight, and rough. The raven continued to leave little love bits along the crook of the others neck and curve of his shoulders. It was more to stifle his own moans, but that was beside the point. Cue only a few moments before Roman grew weary for more and he stood to his knees, pausing for a moment to take in the image of the puddle named Aspen between his legs before reaching for his jeans pocket to retrieve the little blue packet from his wallet.

“Is there a problem?” Roman’s tone snaked between a purr and a command.

Not once did he break eye contact, even as he removed his shirt completely, un-belted his jeans, and shoved Aspen onto to the bed. There was an odd air that surrounded Roman in that moment as is stood at the edge. It was less angry than every moment that had moved him prior. Almost as if he were... Admiring Asp---

“---Take your fucking pants off.”

It was a short lived moment.

His free hand splayed out on the wall he had been so ungracefully shoved against. He tested Roman’s hold on him, pulling slightly against the hand gripping him, but Roman had become ripped over the years since they’d last seen each other and it was apparent. Aspen wasn’t weak by any means. He frequented the gym and stayed active but in terms of strength, the retired emo had him beat. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” It wasn’t a question despite whatever the blond may believe. It was more a warning, and Roman’s tone told it all. He was going to fuck him no matter what.

The hand that tangled itself in soft tresses fell to Aspen’s hips to bring them closer to the Raven’s. His movement were full of intent now, no longer bothering to pretend that he did not want this. Because now, he needed this. Every bone in his body needed this and it did for some time now. He buried his nose along the nape of Aspen’s neck as he pushed his hips against the other, movements harsh but mindful.