[OOM] Back at the bar.

[fluffiest_archadian]

As soon as they're in the bar and the door is closed, Sherral gives Jay a nudge with his hand.

"Lead the way."

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[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral starts tugging at Jay's clothes, running his hands about until he finds places to pull them free. He's strongly of the opinion, right now, that Jay has far too many clothes.

[runningred]

Jay wholeheartedly agrees and wiggles out of as much clothing as possible without letting go of Sherral for long. And while trying to get Sherral out of the rest of his clothes at the same time.

He grabs Sherral by the shoulders and shoves him towards the bed, kicking his boots away as he does.

[fluffiest_archadian]

It's a rather awkward movement, but Sherral manages to get his boots and trousers off before he feels his knees hit the back of the bed, and drops into a sitting position, dragging Jay down with him.

[runningred]

Jay straddles him as they fall onto the bed, kissing him hard and greedy as he runs his hands over Sherral's chest and back. He strokes down to Sherral's thighs, pulling them up around his hips as he grinds against him, skin to skin.

There's a challenge in his touch as he runs his hands up to grab Sherral's wrist, pinning them to the bed. Fuck me, fight me, work for it. He pushes, knowing Sherral will push back and loving it.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral tips back onto the bed, settling his legs about Jay's hips and pushing up against him. Pinning his wrists, though, that's a challenge, and it makes Sherral push harder, moving to swing them around.

[runningred]

Jay rolls with Sherral's push, using their momentum to pull them further onto the bed. He growls as Sherral ends up on top of him, trying to twist his hands up behind him.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral resists, settling himself more firmly on the bed and straining his arms to try to pin Jay's wrists instead.

[runningred]

Sherral gets to advantage over Jay who moans as his wrists are pressed against the bed. He growls softly through his teeth and pushes up against Sherral, blood hot and hard.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral chuckles, leaning down and taking his time kissing Jay as he secures his grip on him.

[runningred]

Jay's more than happy to be kisses and opens himself to it as much as he can. He spreads his thighs under Sherral, wrapping one leg around Sherral to pull him closer.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral lets himself be pulled in with a moan, grinding his hips up against Jay's.

[runningred]

"You've got the upper hand." Jay growls softly, nuzzling and kissing Sherral's neck. "You decide how and where this goes."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Until you take it back," Sherral remarks wryly, pressing a kiss to Jay's temple. "Maybe I'll just take my time with you." He presses a quick kiss to Jay's lips, rolling his hips.

[runningred]

"Until I take it back." Jay fights to deepen the kiss, groaning as Sherral moves against him. "But teasing give me more incentive to fight you for it."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral happily deepens the kiss, rolling his hips a little harder with a chuckle.

[runningred]

Jay groans, nipping Sherral's lip and pushing against him in the hope of flipping them over. If Sherral doesn't fuck him soon, he's going to have to do something drastic. Like begging for instance.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Jay's pretty strong, and Sherral briefly entertains the idea of using magic to keep the upper hand. But that'd be no fun, so he finds himself flipped over, laughing and pushing his hips up against Jay's.

[runningred]

Jay kisses Sherral hard, gripping both his wrists under one hand as he pulls Sherral's leg up over his shoulder, lining himself up. Enough of this playing around, he wants Sherral moaning. But he does wait, catching Sherral's eye and waiting for consent before he moves again.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral meets Jay's gaze, giving him a grin and a quick nod, flexing his wrists slightly against Jay's grip.

[runningred]

Jay takes him with a hard, deep thrust, making them both groan with the burn. This isn't the gentle love-making they shared in Sherral's quarters but the fuck-fighting of two warriors.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral hisses through gritted teeth, shoulders tensing, rolling his hips to push back against Jay. He wants more, Faram-dammit, more of this.

[runningred]

And more is exactly what he'll get. Jay growls and bites Sherral's shoulder, pounding him into the mattress. Hard and rough and just perfect. He lets go of Sherral's wrists, wrapping hands in his hair to kiss him hard, stealing his air.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral bites down on a ragged scream, arching up against Jay, bucking hard against the other man, pushing air out through gritted teeth.

When Jay lets go of his wrists one hand moves to tighten around the other man's hair, while the other grips his shoulder hard enough that it'll leave the ugly mark there, most likely.

He kisses back, shoulders straining as he pushes up, breathless, and when Jay moves to pull away he presses up more, pushing Jay's head down to kiss him again.

[runningred]

The bruising grip makes Jay moan, loving the rawness of it. He doesn't care if he ends up with marks and Sherral doesn't seem to mind him leaving them. He kisses Sherral again, biting his lip and thrusting in short, sharp bursts.

He rears back, his eyes shining as he makes a grab for Sherral's wrists again, fucking him hard and wild.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral struggles against the grip on his wrists, but there's only so much struggling he can do right now. Every thrust shoves him back against the bed and pushes a loud cry out from between his teeth, until they're all just blurring together into one long noise.