Sabriel Nox Jourdain; constant and casual flirt, half necromancer with the smile of a demon, and talented to no end when it came to his art. All true factors about the limey Brit, but there was one thing that Alexander Blaine Cussack didn’t know. Why was the smart-ass alcoholic challenging him to best him playing cards? And not even poker. It was fucking Uno. Someone like Sabriel, someone who was incredibly smart even when he was more than half tipsy, wanted to fucking play Uno with his flatmate and lover. It sounded like a total joke.
Well, til Sabriel tossed in the idea of whoever lost had to give the other a striptease.
And that was how Alex had wound up with a very arousing scene in front of him. Good gods, Sabriel wasn’t kidding when he said he once had been a stripper to earn a little more cash. Tattooing didn’t pay that much in early years, the brunette claimed. Trying to keep his mind straight as Sabe moved to the music blaring off of his phone and through those lovely speakers, all Alex could hear was the pounding of his own heart and the guitar riffs of the Eighties’ music that his lover adored to no end, and shit… Sabe knew how to work his hips to the beat.
It didn’t help that he too was more than a bit drunk. Groaning lowly as Sabriel’s belt was tossed onto the table and spilled the deck of cards, the taller raven moved to stand and press Sabriel against the cabinets. Shivering at the force, Sabriel laughed deeply and knocked back another shot before letting his spitfire lover pin his arms upward, licking his whiskey-covered lips. “What, you act like I did something to turn you on, Lexi…?” the tattooist all but purred, winking as he felt his fellow flatemate’s mouth moving to bite and suck on his ear lobe.
“Sabe…” Alex murmured, a low moan leaving him as his lover’s knee lightly brushed over his too-obvious arousal through those jeans. “Fuck… You really were a dancer, weren’t you?” The question made Sabriel laugh a little, offering his throat more.
“Aye… I loved those days. No idea who would offer to take me home for the right money… and tips were excellent. But tattooing is more interesting. Sex with drunken women gets very tedious, after all.” He paused, seeing Alex’s eyes narrow some before Sabe kissed at those lips lightly, “Very few men ever wanted a piece of me.”
“Then you have a willing participant right here, Sabbie,” Alex relaxed some, and returned the words with the ease of living with the brunette so long, the banter so easy on their tongues, “but the question is how much you can take of me.”
“Oh, Lexi, baby…I can take you.” Licking his lips, Sabriel moved to nip at Alex’s overly-sensitive neck, “Anytime, anywhere.”
“You’re fucking on.” The rumble of the music near them playing Motley Crue was so invigorating, and Sabriel didn’t even complain as his lover kissed him deeply, a shiver racing down his spine and his hands trying to grasp at anything. Being held high above his head, though, he was torn between aroused and annoyed. Control was one thing he loved in sex, but giving it up to Alex? That…was more difficult.
As he let his lover’s mouth claim his in a rough and needy kiss, Sabriel pressed into the taller man’s sweet warmth. Sabriel had to admit, being held like this, it was rather kinky. And he was more than happy once his lover dropped his wrists to explore his inked chest, and Sabe was left arching up into his lover’s mouth when Alex’s lips brushed over his stomach. Cursing quietly as Alex’s mouth made its’ way toward his too-tight pants, the halfling was left breathless.
Groaning soft words, the tattooist did the only thing he could do with himself; his hand went into those unruly black lochs of hair, and he let the man tease his arousal through his pants until the guy undid the front and pulled down the skinny jeans just enough. Moaning as Alex took him, the halfling arched up some without meaning to; his partner wasn’t pleased about being nearly choked, and it earned the brunette a glare.
They were definitely not the normal couple, but Alex and Sabriel worked in way they didn’t bother trying to question. Not many could handle Sabriel’s attitude, and if anyone knew the pain of being used and abused… it was these two.
There was a moment when Alex pulled back, and it made the tattooist tremble with need. “What’s-?” he started to ask, only to find Alex’s mouth on his in a heated motion. Moans swallowed in the deep kiss of tongues and saliva, the necromancer slowly led them from the counter to Sabe’s bedroom.
Once inside, the necromancer and the halfing shed their clothing, and in a matter of moments, Alex was pinning Sabe to the sheets and he had a grasp of his lover’s hair as they kissed deeply. Sabriel was the dominant one in the bedroom, that was always the clear point, but Sabe was not above letting Alex ride him, either. Groaning into the kiss, Sabriel trembled as the taller man grasped firmly at the lochs on the back of his head. Oh, shit.
When the taller man moved to pierce himself upon Sabriel’s arousal soaked in thick lube and liquid excitement, those fingers tightened, and pulling by accident, the half-witch yelped and bucked. Alex winced at the sudden pain, but his deep blue gaze went to his suddenly breathless lover. Ohhhh.
“Don’t you even dare,” Sabriel groaned lowly as his brown gaze met with blue, and when Alex merely smirked, Sabe knew that he’d be in a world of pleasurable pain before the night was done. The next tug of his thick lochs made Sabe arch again, but with a growl, he flipped them entirely, pressing his taller lover into the mattress and kissing him brutally.
The two were lost in the moment as the sound of their hips slapping echoed out together slowly, gaining traction as time passed, Alex giving Sabe’s lochs a good tug on occasion, and Sabriel would buck deeply with a strangled cry of pleasure. This was definitely a new bit of information he wouldn’t have pegged onto the half-witch, but Alex was so using this as a form of payback.
Nails slid down Sabe’s back, rough and unkind as Alex felt his lover shudder in desire. It felt so good to be taken like this, no inhibitions… just pure damn fucking that they needed to calm down, lest they ended up fighting like cats and dogs if one didn’t reach their completion. It was about now when Sabriel stopped thrusting and sat up, out of Alex’s reach for his hair, and eyed his closet. Always shut tight, the full-length mirror reflected them in their high stupor of sweat and desire. Flicking a finger, the halfling called forth a small bag, and it had Alex’s attention instantly.
“Are you fucking serious?” Alex barked; he was way too close to have Sabbie just…stop. But what irritated Alex was the white cat-face on the bag. And it was pink. Sabriel drew out a few similar silk sashes, and reaching forward, he ensnared Alex’s wrists.
“Just shut up a minute, yeah?” Sabriel retorted much too easily for the moment, “I won’t bloody ‘urt ya…” And when he had Alex’s hands tied together to his middle bed post, Sabe smirked and took out a simple black blindfold.
“What…?” Alex had started, but he went quiet as Sabe tied the fabric on. This was suddenly in very dangerous territory for his partner, but that was the point, Sabriel murmured into his ear. Alex instantly tensed, and the grasp of tight muscles on Sabe’s arousal was near painful. Kissing at the taller raven’s chest, Sabe moved slowly, letting himself get lost in the sensation, all the while he watched each tiny, minute tremble from the necromancer on display.
“It’s just me, alright…?” the brunette murmured, and slowly, he thrusted just a bit deeper, and when Alex suddenly gasped, he knew he’d hit his lover’s sweet spot. “I love you, ya wanker…” Kissing at Alex’s ear, Sabe shivered as he felt his lover easing. After everything, he trusted Alex with himself entirely. Moving from Alex’s walls, the older rebel slid a good bit of lubrication from a small bottle over his fingers, warming it up before he started stroking at Alex’s arousal. This made the younger man moan, and Sabriel gently moved himself over his lover.
“Sabe…? What are you do-?” Alex was cut off as he was suddenly kissed, and with a groan, Sabriel lowered himself slowly onto Alex’s arousal. It hurt, burned, and fuck…the stretch was something he was no longer adjusted to. But through the pain that came with it, Sabriel’s kiss grew from heated and needy to slow and delicate. He didn’t want the distraction to take away the sensations, and as he pressed down entirely, the tattooist whimpered softly in the kiss. “Sabriel…?” Alex asked softly, kissing at those lips softly, “Why…?” He was confused, but when he felt Sabe reach up and untie his wrists, the necromancer tore off the blindfold instantly. Taking in the sight of his lover, flustered and slowly rotating his hips over Alex’s cock to strike his sweet spot intentionally, Alex was at a lack of words.
Moving his hips with slow but desperate motions, Sabriel ground his hips at Alex’s own, his hands moving to grasp at the headboard of his bed, and by jove, he was happy that Alex sat up and pulled him closer. It was different to feel Alex within him, and as they moved and his knuckles grew white from holding onto the wood of his headboard, Sabriel was left as nothing but a writhing mess of need.
It was when Alex reached up and tugged him down into a searing hot kiss that the man finally lost his senses, because that little bastard not only clawed at his back, but his other hand tugged his hair hard. Sabriel came with a scream that was swallowed by his lover in the kiss, and moaning lowly as Sabe’s body clamped down onto his cock, Alex broke the kiss to yell out in pleasure. Arching up and trembling from the force, Alex moaned softly as he felt Sabriel roll off of him to curl into his side. Alex wanted to ask what that was all about, but Sabe murmured something into his ear that made the necromancer laugh tiredly.
“We need to play cards more often.”
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