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S/X slash - 250 words challenge
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eliade a 200 word PWP and I was going to allow her to pick a ship, but then my muse came and kicked my bottom, so I wrote a 250 word S/X PWP.
I disvcovered I am not good enough to write something really short. But 250 words - that I can manage.
He wakes with the memory of blood lingering on his tongue. It’s sweet, not rancid like pig’s juice. It makes his cock swell, giving him a morning hard-on - as if he were human, when truly he’s just a monster. A man-eater, lurking underneath the surface of a soul, still dreaming of rupturing skin and driving teeth into twitching flesh, losing himself in images of crimson carnage.
Nothing makes him hard like memories of the kill.
He presses himself against the human’s back and trails his tongue over shoulder, collarbone and neck, finally tracing the throbbing jugular. He can smell the blood underneath suntanned skin. Spike licks the scars but he doesn’t break the skin. The sleeper’s heartbeat accelerates.
Spike reaches around, and wraps his fingers around Xander’s cock, relishing its warmth and softness. It doesn’t stay limp though. Blood pulses into that marvelous cock, making it grow heavy and hard in Spike’s hand.
“Morning Spike,” Xander mumbles. It’s not the first time that he wakes to the blunt sensation of Spike’s hard cock prodding against his still slick hole. His breath hitches when Spike pushes inside.
“Gonna make you scream,” Spike murmurs and slowly starts to fuck him.
“God Spike, you’re gonna be the death of me,” Xander moans, but he pushes backwards against each thrust and forward into the tight channel of Spike’s hand, faster and faster, twitching and moaning, pleading and begging, and coming with a scream, causing Spike to come as well.
Spike licks his hand. Sweeter.
eliade a 200 word PWP and I was going to allow her to pick a ship, but then my muse came and kicked my bottom, so I wrote a 250 word S/X PWP.I disvcovered I am not good enough to write something really short. But 250 words - that I can manage.
He wakes with the memory of blood lingering on his tongue. It’s sweet, not rancid like pig’s juice. It makes his cock swell, giving him a morning hard-on - as if he were human, when truly he’s just a monster. A man-eater, lurking underneath the surface of a soul, still dreaming of rupturing skin and driving teeth into twitching flesh, losing himself in images of crimson carnage.
Nothing makes him hard like memories of the kill.
He presses himself against the human’s back and trails his tongue over shoulder, collarbone and neck, finally tracing the throbbing jugular. He can smell the blood underneath suntanned skin. Spike licks the scars but he doesn’t break the skin. The sleeper’s heartbeat accelerates.
Spike reaches around, and wraps his fingers around Xander’s cock, relishing its warmth and softness. It doesn’t stay limp though. Blood pulses into that marvelous cock, making it grow heavy and hard in Spike’s hand.
“Morning Spike,” Xander mumbles. It’s not the first time that he wakes to the blunt sensation of Spike’s hard cock prodding against his still slick hole. His breath hitches when Spike pushes inside.
“Gonna make you scream,” Spike murmurs and slowly starts to fuck him.
“God Spike, you’re gonna be the death of me,” Xander moans, but he pushes backwards against each thrust and forward into the tight channel of Spike’s hand, faster and faster, twitching and moaning, pleading and begging, and coming with a scream, causing Spike to come as well.
Spike licks his hand. Sweeter.