Pretending

~*~you wanted it, here you go! some nice ville/davey smutty goodness. see? good things happen when you review! thanks again to VindictiveDvia. when you're done here you should go read Shades of Death Road if you haven't already. right, enjoy! and tell me what you think!~*~md


Ville threaded his fingers in Davey’s hair and pulled back, making his way down his throat, nibbling, carefully, leaving a moist trail to the collar of his shirt. He noticed vaguely that the logo glowed in the dark.
Davey moaned as Ville ran his hands up his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it in the corner.
Ville stepped back a little and took a moment to admire Davey’s tattooed chest, tracing his fingers over the flaming heart, smiling at his swift intake of breath.
Davey tugged off Ville’s shirt and threw it after his own. He kissed him, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s slim waist to draw him closer, lips and tongue dancing over Ville’s pale flesh as his kisses got lower and lower, around the heartagram tattooed around his nipple, down to the one just above the waistband of his low slung pants. He unbuttoned them, pleased with the impressive erection he freed. Davey grinned up at Ville, and he grinned back until Davey flicked his tongue over the head of his cock. He gasped, hips twitching involuntarily. Davey licked around the head, grabbing the base of Ville’s dick and stroking it as he lowered his mouth as much as he could take, sucking gently.
Ville moaned and stroked Davey’s hair, placing feather light touches on his face, neck, shoulders, whatever he could reach as his hips thrust on their own and Davey sucked him harder, reaching out with his other hand to cup his balls. His belly tightened, the familiar sensation hitting him all too soon. Almost violently, he yanked Davey to his feet, kissing him deeply. He walked the other man backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed. Without breaking the kiss, Ville unbuttoned his pants, pushing him down on the bed. Davey’s pants joined the rest of the clothes strewn about the room. Change jingled across the hardwood floors.
Davey gasped at the first touch of Ville’s hand around his cock, head jerking up, exposing his throat for Ville to bite. He whimpered in pleasure each time Ville nipped at him, thrusting his hips into that wonderfully large hand.
“Please, please, Ralph,”
Ville winced at his alias, almost taken out of the moment completely.
Davey pulled him back in, literally, grabbing fistfuls of Ville’s hair and pulling him close for a frantic kiss, “Please, fuck me.” He whispered, licking his ear.
Ville got light headed for a moment as all he blood in his brain went to his crotch.
He fumbled around his nightstand, cursing softly as he nearly dropped the lube because he looked over his shoulder.
Davey was lying back with his knees in the air, stroking himself.
Ville settled himself between Davey’s thighs, replacing his hand with his own. He kissed Davey again, stopping to tug on his lip ring as he pushed one lubed finger into him.
Davey moaned, arching his back and gripping Ville’s shoulders so hard his fingernails would have left cuts, “Oh God more.” He groaned.
Ville inserted another finger, thrusting them in and out of Davey’s tight grip. Both men were panting and sweating, Ville was trembling, trying to be gentle. The last thing he wanted to do was break this gorgeous man as he writhed and moaned beneath him.
At last, Ville removed his fingers, placing the head of his cock against Davey, pressing in slowly. Both men made a strangled moaning sound. Davey locked his ankles behind Ville’s hips and drew him in deeper.
They moved together. The only sounds in the room were sweat slicked skin meeting and Ville mumbling nonsense in Finnish.
Ville felt himself getting close again. He took Davey’s cock in his hand and pumped him. Davey grunted ad moaned louder, his sounds getting more urgent, “Come for me baby.” Ville whispered.
Davey cried out, coming in Ville’s hand, just as he felt Ville come inside him.
Ville kissed him, rolling to the side, wrapping his arms around him.
Davey yawned, resting his head on Ville’s chest. He idly traced the heartagram around his nipple, “I hope Roxy and Jade are getting along so well.”
Ville grinned to himself. He could still hear them whispering to each other in Roxy’s room, “I’m sure they’re fine.” He frowned as he heard something else in the house, ‘Good Gods, Frank is still playing video games!’
They drifted to sleep under the full moon on Ville’s wall.