[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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[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.

[runningred]

Jay pushes him against the bed-head with shuddering thrusts. He drops Sherral's wrists to grip the bed-head, pulling against it to fuck Sherral harder.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral's hands immediately go to Jay's shoulders, gripping tight, the bed rattling with every push that drives him against the bed-head.

[runningred]

They're both going to come away from this covered in bruises and he doesn't care. He wants them both to to feel it for days. He kisses Sherral hard, pining him between his body and the bed. He can't keep this up much longer but he's going to make it worth it.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral kisses back, curling one hand onto the back of Jay's head, breathing coming faster and rougher as he's driven back against the bed-head.

[runningred]

Jay growls, kissing Sherral hard and rough as he comes, slamming into him once, twice, throwing his head back as he fills the room with the sound of his fall.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral comes a few moments later, pushing his hips up with a loud, long groan.

[runningred]

Jay rest his forehead against Sherral's, breathing hard. "Holy fuck, that was wild." He withdraws carefully and pulls them both down to rest on the pillow, an arm wrapped loosely around Sherral's shoulder.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral chuckles, settling up against Jay. "Aye, it was. I might be limping for a few hours, I suspect."

[runningred]

"I'd apologise but I'd hope neither of us regrets it." Jay strokes his arm softly. "Beside, we have hours to relax."