PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Speed/Anole
PROMPT: 68. Floor
SUMMARY: Victor’s still mad at Tommy, but still can’t bring himself to say no.
NOTES: Another That Damn Mpreg story.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
“I’m still mad at you,” Victor murmured, sitting up as he looked down at Tommy. The blonde man folded his hands behind his head and grinned, utterly unrepentant.
“Yeah, but you’ll still forgive me,” Tommy said. He squirmed, trying to get comfortable on the linoleum floor. There was an unspoken you always do under those words. Victor sighed, bending down to kiss Tommy briefly. The other man rested a hand on the back of Victor’s neck, holding him in place as he ran his tongue over Victor’s lip. “Mmm…”
Victor carded his fingers through Tommy’s hair and sighed softly. “Your phone,” he said, noting the distinctive ring tone as it called out from the other side of the kitchen. Specifically, it was Nico’s ring tone, sending a stab of guilt through Victor. He started to climb off, but Tommy pulled him back.
“Let her wait,” Tommy said, moving swiftly to pin Victor to the kitchen floor. “I don’t wanna listen to her yell at me.”
“So you wanna listen to me yell at you?”
“I could make you scream,” Tommy purred, rubbing the hollows of Victor’s wrists with his thumbs. He lowered his head to Victor’s throat, tracing the tendons of neck with his tongue. Victor squirmed and whimpered, closing his eyes. Tommy’s cell phone continued to rung, even as the speedster nudged his legs apart. Victor turned his head in the direction of the noise, moaning a quiet protest. “Love the way you scream.”
“Tommy -- the phone--” Victor gasped as Tommy’s teeth scraped over his nipple. “Oh God-”
“Forget the phone, Vic.” Tommy bit down gently, pleased as Victor’s back arched off the floor. “It can wait.” He released Victor’s wrists, one hand going down to cup and fondle him. “Forget everything but you and me and this.” He kissed Victor hungrily, all teeth and lips and tongue.