Tastes Like You
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Eminem/Marshall Mathers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,820
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 4: Wet Lips
Chris was happy, very happy. Marshall had actually shown up. He was here and waiting for him. Chris smiled, actually it was more of wicked little smirk.
When he arrived at the room he found Marshall sitting on the opposite end of the bed with his back to him. He was hunched over a bottle of something, holding it white-knuckled around the neck, as if he thought someone might try and take it from him. Looks like he had found the room's bar, Chris thought with a smile. He crossed the room quietly.
"Marshall..." He drawled out his name in a throaty sex voice as he traced a line up his back. Marshall jerked in surprise, his head turning quickly to meet dark brown eyes. His lips were parted and wet from the alcohol. His eyes looking slightly hazy already. Chris trailed his fingers up along his neck, tipping his face back and sucking the other man's lower lip deeply into his mouth. It tasted like vodka. There was a muffled groan between the two of them, Marshall let the bottle slip from his hands, uncaring as it hit the floor and rolled away. Chris pushed him down against the bed, sucking and biting along his jaw and down his neck. Marshall humped and writhed up against him, panting.
They rolled into one another pulling and tearing away at their shirts. They squirmed and shimmied against each other. Chris grabbed a hold of two wrists and pushed them up over Marshall's head, holding them in his hands. His lips found an ear shell, his knee rhythmically moved against Marshall's crotch, letting his jeans ride low on hips. He tongue fucked his ear in time with his knee. Marshall squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to create more friction. Chris held his wrists together tightly with one hand, as he continued to distract him. His tongue slide out of the ear and down to the lobe, teeth tugging none too gently at the earring. Marshall groaned. Chris slipped his free hand into his pants pocket, the cuffs were cold againis his skin. He managed to maneuver them back closer to the headboard of the bed, which was made of iron railings. He had requested this specifically.
His hand slid along the mattress, rolling over onto Marshall more, he pinned him with his body. His grip on delicate wrists becoming like iron, the cuffs cold and alien suddenly clicking into place. He pulled them behind one of the railings and clipped the other one quickly around the second wrist, all of this done in a matter of seconds.
"What the fuck?!" Eyes wide, mouth shocked and open. Chris caressed a slightly stubbled chin and smiled. Marshall twisted underneath him, jerking at the cuffs, making a loud grating sound against the metal. Chris straddled his body and looked down at him, the smile turning wicked as he ground his hips against Marshall's cock through his jeans. So pretty he thought. "Fucking bastard." Marshall growled, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Yeah." Chris continued smiling at his prize. He dipped his head down, taking a nipple between his teeth, his tongue lapping and swirling around the nub.
"Fuck." Marshall's voice was labored and weak with lust. He wanted this, his body so responsive to every touch, no way to pretend otherwise. When had he become such a kinky freak? He liked the cuffs, liked being held down and fucked, wanted it so badly. He could hear himself moaning, detached slightly from his own voice, searing pleasure short-circuiting everything inside him. Clothes being pulled against skin. Cold air. Frantic to get off, humping up against nothing, whimpering. Eyes fly open, searching for the heat.
Chris quickly shed his clothes, aching to be rid of them. Marshall's responsiveness to the cuffs surprised him, turned him on, made him want to be deep inside him. He had a vague idea of the other man's kinks because of the time before. He'd held him down and Marshall had writhed beneath him like a little bitch. The memory made him harder, and brought him back quickly to the present. He parted Marshall's thighs with a hand, caressing the tender flesh there.
"Yeah baby you want me to fuck you?" His hand slid up, fingers nudging against the hole, dancing along the entrence. "You want me inside you?" Marshall nodded, thrashing beneath him, head turning side to side, eyes large and wild with need. Chris loved those eyes, the twisted expression of his thin lips making him want to fuck him hard, make him scream.
When he arrived at the room he found Marshall sitting on the opposite end of the bed with his back to him. He was hunched over a bottle of something, holding it white-knuckled around the neck, as if he thought someone might try and take it from him. Looks like he had found the room's bar, Chris thought with a smile. He crossed the room quietly.
"Marshall..." He drawled out his name in a throaty sex voice as he traced a line up his back. Marshall jerked in surprise, his head turning quickly to meet dark brown eyes. His lips were parted and wet from the alcohol. His eyes looking slightly hazy already. Chris trailed his fingers up along his neck, tipping his face back and sucking the other man's lower lip deeply into his mouth. It tasted like vodka. There was a muffled groan between the two of them, Marshall let the bottle slip from his hands, uncaring as it hit the floor and rolled away. Chris pushed him down against the bed, sucking and biting along his jaw and down his neck. Marshall humped and writhed up against him, panting.
They rolled into one another pulling and tearing away at their shirts. They squirmed and shimmied against each other. Chris grabbed a hold of two wrists and pushed them up over Marshall's head, holding them in his hands. His lips found an ear shell, his knee rhythmically moved against Marshall's crotch, letting his jeans ride low on hips. He tongue fucked his ear in time with his knee. Marshall squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to create more friction. Chris held his wrists together tightly with one hand, as he continued to distract him. His tongue slide out of the ear and down to the lobe, teeth tugging none too gently at the earring. Marshall groaned. Chris slipped his free hand into his pants pocket, the cuffs were cold againis his skin. He managed to maneuver them back closer to the headboard of the bed, which was made of iron railings. He had requested this specifically.
His hand slid along the mattress, rolling over onto Marshall more, he pinned him with his body. His grip on delicate wrists becoming like iron, the cuffs cold and alien suddenly clicking into place. He pulled them behind one of the railings and clipped the other one quickly around the second wrist, all of this done in a matter of seconds.
"What the fuck?!" Eyes wide, mouth shocked and open. Chris caressed a slightly stubbled chin and smiled. Marshall twisted underneath him, jerking at the cuffs, making a loud grating sound against the metal. Chris straddled his body and looked down at him, the smile turning wicked as he ground his hips against Marshall's cock through his jeans. So pretty he thought. "Fucking bastard." Marshall growled, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Yeah." Chris continued smiling at his prize. He dipped his head down, taking a nipple between his teeth, his tongue lapping and swirling around the nub.
"Fuck." Marshall's voice was labored and weak with lust. He wanted this, his body so responsive to every touch, no way to pretend otherwise. When had he become such a kinky freak? He liked the cuffs, liked being held down and fucked, wanted it so badly. He could hear himself moaning, detached slightly from his own voice, searing pleasure short-circuiting everything inside him. Clothes being pulled against skin. Cold air. Frantic to get off, humping up against nothing, whimpering. Eyes fly open, searching for the heat.
Chris quickly shed his clothes, aching to be rid of them. Marshall's responsiveness to the cuffs surprised him, turned him on, made him want to be deep inside him. He had a vague idea of the other man's kinks because of the time before. He'd held him down and Marshall had writhed beneath him like a little bitch. The memory made him harder, and brought him back quickly to the present. He parted Marshall's thighs with a hand, caressing the tender flesh there.
"Yeah baby you want me to fuck you?" His hand slid up, fingers nudging against the hole, dancing along the entrence. "You want me inside you?" Marshall nodded, thrashing beneath him, head turning side to side, eyes large and wild with need. Chris loved those eyes, the twisted expression of his thin lips making him want to fuck him hard, make him scream.