Tastes Like You
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Eminem/Marshall Mathers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,829
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 6 (end): Bitches
I am pretty tired now that you mention it." Chris makes a production of yawning loudly. He wants to play and suddenly the idea of a pissed off white rapper sounds like fun.
"Fuck You." The cuffs rattle louder.
Chris was quick. His boneless body suddenly going into action. He rolled over onto Marshall and straddled his hips, legs clamping tightly on either side of him, holding him still. "No bitch, I just fucked you. And you fucking loved it." He traced his fingers across bloody lips. Marshall snarled and tried to bite him. Chris didn't hesitate. He slapped him, hard. His hand leaving a white then fading to pink handprint against Marshall's cheek.
"The fuck-!" Marshall gasped out, shocked and angry. "How dare you-" Chris ground his hips down hard and Marshall groaned involuntary, his words lost in the sound.
"You're in no position to be making demands." Chris watched Marshall's expression carefully. "I could leave you here all tied up..." Marshall lay still, giving him a calculated look, trying to tell weather he was serious or not. "Naked and all alone." He took a hold of Marshall's cock, his legs sliding down the other man's thighs, repositioning himself. He was turning himself on just thinking about it. "That tight sweet little ass of yours... just out there for anyone to fuck." He stroked Marshall's hardening cock more brutally with each word. "Dirty little slut that you are, I bet you could take on three guys easy..."
"Fuck you bitch." The words came out half hearted as another shiver ran through Marshall's body. "That's your fucking fantasy..."
Chris laughed. "Hell yeah. Slip a cock ring on you, make it last longer, one guy to ride that nice hot pulsating cock and another to ream that tight little ass of yours. Then make you blow me, make that mouth of yours useful. Oh baby we would fill you up..." Chris took his hand away and slid his own hard cock up against Marshall's. He loved talking dirty during sex. He'd gotten himself totally turned on just thinking about Marshall getting fucked so completely. And the thought of those sweet lips around his cock, shit, he needed more contact. He needed Marshall.
They ground into each other, Marshall lifting his hips off the bed slightly, thrusting into Chris's, a perfect rhythm. Marshall came first. Chris a second later. Their bodies collapsing against each other, a sticky soup between them.
They lay together, neither moving or speaking just audibly breathing, the only sound in the room. After a moment Marshall sighed loudly, an exhaled huff of breath cooling against Chris's ear. Chris pulled himself up with a groan and slid off Marshall's body. He propped himself up on an elbow and watched the other man.
Marshall struggled to sit up, awkward since his hands were still cuffed behind him. He used his legs to maneuver himself and let his arms slide up behind him. The metal styling of the bed frame was somewhat intricate and the cuffs only slid up part ways. He slumped over on his side and noticed Chris watching him with a huge smirk on his face. He scowled. That smirk annoying him to no end. He had to bite back his reply however, because the "Fuck you cunt," that so easily wanted to roll off his tongue would very obviously not help his situation. It could even possibly make it worse.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this." He said instead, sounding very unglad.
Chris smiled a big toothy grin. "Mmm... I like you in cuffs, very hot. I think they suit you."
Marshall couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't get him into more trouble so he just remained silent.
Chris liked the wary look that Marshall was giving him. He wondered if all the quietness had anything to do with him threatening to leave him naked and tied up. He smiled very gently and then ghosted his fingers along Marshall's naked hip and down across his sticky chest. Marshall twitched slightly at the ticklish touch.
"I love your eyes." Chris hadn't meant to say that, it had just sort of slipped out while he was starring at him. "You've been a good little boy tonight." He said quickly, hoping Marshall would forget the eyes comment. " I'll get your reward... but first..." He slipped off the bed and went searching for his clothes. He dressed slowly, taking his time, loving the unease and fear Marshall radiated as he twisted around on the bed.
"You aren't going to fucking leave me here are you?" He demanded.
Chris unhooked the key off the laces of his left shoe and then crawled back onto the bed. He leaned over Marshall, holding the shining silver key between his lips. He stared down at him as he slipped his mouth closed around the key. Marshall's brows drew together in confusion. Chris leaned in a gave him a hot open mouthed kiss, pushing the key with his tongue into Marshall's own mouth. He drew back, a huge grin splitting his face.
"Call me if we're ever in town together somewhere." He jumped off the bed and left.
It took Marshall 15 minutes to figure out how to unlock the cuffs using the key, held tight in his mouth. He cursed him every name in the book in his head, but he knew he'd probably call him again sometime.
"Fucker." He muttered once he was freed and dressed. He slipped the cuffs into his pocket, "Pay backs a bitch." He smiled slightly at the image forming in his mind.
"Fuck You." The cuffs rattle louder.
Chris was quick. His boneless body suddenly going into action. He rolled over onto Marshall and straddled his hips, legs clamping tightly on either side of him, holding him still. "No bitch, I just fucked you. And you fucking loved it." He traced his fingers across bloody lips. Marshall snarled and tried to bite him. Chris didn't hesitate. He slapped him, hard. His hand leaving a white then fading to pink handprint against Marshall's cheek.
"The fuck-!" Marshall gasped out, shocked and angry. "How dare you-" Chris ground his hips down hard and Marshall groaned involuntary, his words lost in the sound.
"You're in no position to be making demands." Chris watched Marshall's expression carefully. "I could leave you here all tied up..." Marshall lay still, giving him a calculated look, trying to tell weather he was serious or not. "Naked and all alone." He took a hold of Marshall's cock, his legs sliding down the other man's thighs, repositioning himself. He was turning himself on just thinking about it. "That tight sweet little ass of yours... just out there for anyone to fuck." He stroked Marshall's hardening cock more brutally with each word. "Dirty little slut that you are, I bet you could take on three guys easy..."
"Fuck you bitch." The words came out half hearted as another shiver ran through Marshall's body. "That's your fucking fantasy..."
Chris laughed. "Hell yeah. Slip a cock ring on you, make it last longer, one guy to ride that nice hot pulsating cock and another to ream that tight little ass of yours. Then make you blow me, make that mouth of yours useful. Oh baby we would fill you up..." Chris took his hand away and slid his own hard cock up against Marshall's. He loved talking dirty during sex. He'd gotten himself totally turned on just thinking about Marshall getting fucked so completely. And the thought of those sweet lips around his cock, shit, he needed more contact. He needed Marshall.
They ground into each other, Marshall lifting his hips off the bed slightly, thrusting into Chris's, a perfect rhythm. Marshall came first. Chris a second later. Their bodies collapsing against each other, a sticky soup between them.
They lay together, neither moving or speaking just audibly breathing, the only sound in the room. After a moment Marshall sighed loudly, an exhaled huff of breath cooling against Chris's ear. Chris pulled himself up with a groan and slid off Marshall's body. He propped himself up on an elbow and watched the other man.
Marshall struggled to sit up, awkward since his hands were still cuffed behind him. He used his legs to maneuver himself and let his arms slide up behind him. The metal styling of the bed frame was somewhat intricate and the cuffs only slid up part ways. He slumped over on his side and noticed Chris watching him with a huge smirk on his face. He scowled. That smirk annoying him to no end. He had to bite back his reply however, because the "Fuck you cunt," that so easily wanted to roll off his tongue would very obviously not help his situation. It could even possibly make it worse.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this." He said instead, sounding very unglad.
Chris smiled a big toothy grin. "Mmm... I like you in cuffs, very hot. I think they suit you."
Marshall couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't get him into more trouble so he just remained silent.
Chris liked the wary look that Marshall was giving him. He wondered if all the quietness had anything to do with him threatening to leave him naked and tied up. He smiled very gently and then ghosted his fingers along Marshall's naked hip and down across his sticky chest. Marshall twitched slightly at the ticklish touch.
"I love your eyes." Chris hadn't meant to say that, it had just sort of slipped out while he was starring at him. "You've been a good little boy tonight." He said quickly, hoping Marshall would forget the eyes comment. " I'll get your reward... but first..." He slipped off the bed and went searching for his clothes. He dressed slowly, taking his time, loving the unease and fear Marshall radiated as he twisted around on the bed.
"You aren't going to fucking leave me here are you?" He demanded.
Chris unhooked the key off the laces of his left shoe and then crawled back onto the bed. He leaned over Marshall, holding the shining silver key between his lips. He stared down at him as he slipped his mouth closed around the key. Marshall's brows drew together in confusion. Chris leaned in a gave him a hot open mouthed kiss, pushing the key with his tongue into Marshall's own mouth. He drew back, a huge grin splitting his face.
"Call me if we're ever in town together somewhere." He jumped off the bed and left.
It took Marshall 15 minutes to figure out how to unlock the cuffs using the key, held tight in his mouth. He cursed him every name in the book in his head, but he knew he'd probably call him again sometime.
"Fucker." He muttered once he was freed and dressed. He slipped the cuffs into his pocket, "Pay backs a bitch." He smiled slightly at the image forming in his mind.
(End)