Tastes Like You
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Eminem/Marshall Mathers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,828
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 5: Safe Sex
Naked now, Chris fumbled through the pockets of his discarded jeans, found the condoms, dropped them back on the floor. Smoothed his hand across heated skin, flicking the other nipple, twisting it hard.
Marshall moaned and twitched. "Motherfuck." He cursed.
The word sounded sweet and hot to Chris's ears. He smiled to himself as he reached into the bedside drawer, retrieving a little tube of KY jelly, complimentary with every room, like shampoo at a hotel. He slicked his fingers with it till they were glistening. Smoothing his other hand flat against Marshall's chest as he slid his first finger in all the way. Tight. Fuck he wanted to be inside him. Right. Now. He bit his lip, hard. The pain helping him focus. Make it good for him, take it slow. Take it slow. Take it slow. Make him beg for it, make him beg.
He added another finger, curling and twisting them together, searching for the sweet spot. He knew he'd found it when Marshall's entire body convulsed in pleasure. His hips lifting off the bed, arms pulled taught against metal cuffs. The sound that tore from his lips wasn't so much a word, but more of a long howling sigh. Chris nodded, drinking in the sight. Fuck yeah, that was beautiful. He did it again. Marshall's body jerked hard beneath him, his breath coming in short ragged gasps. He stilled in the heat, waiting. It took a couple seconds for Marshall to notice, but as soon as he'd recovered his eyes opened wide and he glanced up at Chris expectantly.
He's so fucking hot, Chris thought. He'd wanted to tease him some more but he found himself hypnotized by those eyes; wordlessly begging to be fucked, to be owned. Chris let his hand slide out. Fuck using three fingers he thought. He was ready now, they both were.
He ripped the foil of the condom open, rolling it quickly down his dripping cock. He applied more lube and then crawled up Marshall's sweating body.
"So fucking hot." He muttered, a lusty haze creeping over him, clouding his brain completely. He pulled strong thighs up over his shoulders, smoothing his hands down slick skin. He admired the sight of Marshall's muscles pulled taught, wearing nothing but a pout and two metal matching bracelets. He sunk in deep in one stroke.
Marshall's breath caught in his throat. Fuck that hurt. His teeth sunk deep into his lower lip, the blood tasting salty in his mouth. He tried to hold it in, but it fucking hurt so much. He felt the wetness pooling at his eyes and running down his cheeks. The pain was red hot, ripping him into pieces. Chris stilled in his body, leaning forward to kiss his eyes, tongue darting out to lick away the tears.
"Baby." He whispered, fingers raking through too short hair, and trailing down his neck. A moments breath between them and then he nodded, ready for Chris to move again.
They fuck fast, neither one lasting very long, too tight, too hot. Chris cums a second before Marshall. They fall limply into a messy pile of sweaty flesh. Legs slide off slippery shoulders, warm bodies disconnect after a moment of discomfort.
Chris rolled over onto his back, beside Marshall. His breath still heaving in his chest. They're both quiet for a couple more minutes.
"You better not be fuck'n fall'n asleep." Marshall says, his voice roughened and tierd sounding. The cuffs rattled weakly against the bed railing
Marshall moaned and twitched. "Motherfuck." He cursed.
The word sounded sweet and hot to Chris's ears. He smiled to himself as he reached into the bedside drawer, retrieving a little tube of KY jelly, complimentary with every room, like shampoo at a hotel. He slicked his fingers with it till they were glistening. Smoothing his other hand flat against Marshall's chest as he slid his first finger in all the way. Tight. Fuck he wanted to be inside him. Right. Now. He bit his lip, hard. The pain helping him focus. Make it good for him, take it slow. Take it slow. Take it slow. Make him beg for it, make him beg.
He added another finger, curling and twisting them together, searching for the sweet spot. He knew he'd found it when Marshall's entire body convulsed in pleasure. His hips lifting off the bed, arms pulled taught against metal cuffs. The sound that tore from his lips wasn't so much a word, but more of a long howling sigh. Chris nodded, drinking in the sight. Fuck yeah, that was beautiful. He did it again. Marshall's body jerked hard beneath him, his breath coming in short ragged gasps. He stilled in the heat, waiting. It took a couple seconds for Marshall to notice, but as soon as he'd recovered his eyes opened wide and he glanced up at Chris expectantly.
He's so fucking hot, Chris thought. He'd wanted to tease him some more but he found himself hypnotized by those eyes; wordlessly begging to be fucked, to be owned. Chris let his hand slide out. Fuck using three fingers he thought. He was ready now, they both were.
He ripped the foil of the condom open, rolling it quickly down his dripping cock. He applied more lube and then crawled up Marshall's sweating body.
"So fucking hot." He muttered, a lusty haze creeping over him, clouding his brain completely. He pulled strong thighs up over his shoulders, smoothing his hands down slick skin. He admired the sight of Marshall's muscles pulled taught, wearing nothing but a pout and two metal matching bracelets. He sunk in deep in one stroke.
Marshall's breath caught in his throat. Fuck that hurt. His teeth sunk deep into his lower lip, the blood tasting salty in his mouth. He tried to hold it in, but it fucking hurt so much. He felt the wetness pooling at his eyes and running down his cheeks. The pain was red hot, ripping him into pieces. Chris stilled in his body, leaning forward to kiss his eyes, tongue darting out to lick away the tears.
"Baby." He whispered, fingers raking through too short hair, and trailing down his neck. A moments breath between them and then he nodded, ready for Chris to move again.
They fuck fast, neither one lasting very long, too tight, too hot. Chris cums a second before Marshall. They fall limply into a messy pile of sweaty flesh. Legs slide off slippery shoulders, warm bodies disconnect after a moment of discomfort.
Chris rolled over onto his back, beside Marshall. His breath still heaving in his chest. They're both quiet for a couple more minutes.
"You better not be fuck'n fall'n asleep." Marshall says, his voice roughened and tierd sounding. The cuffs rattled weakly against the bed railing