[ This inked up shitheel got his mouth from a life full of back-alley fucks and seedy motels. And it's funny, almost, how similar they are; maybe it's why they can do this. Maybe it's why, for both of them, this is like a rush, this is what comes instead of drugs. Chasing rough, near-violent sex instead of a high. Jesse knows he doesn't want to give this up any more than he wants to give up smoking - this is too good.
Sure, it's quick, but that's sort of how it is with the two of them. Jesse's aleady feeling it build, breath harsh and hot, flushed from the effort. It's fucking crazy how much this turns him on, how much the fact that people could catch them if they came close enough, how people probably think they're just arguing or maybe the rest of the crew doesn't, maybe they whisper about how the engineers are fucking. It's crazy how much he wants to strangle the man he's got pinned to the floor sometimes, how hot the image of Hugh face down in the tile is, back arched and greedy and open.
He doesn't have any problem with moving harder, either - he can hear it in Hugh's voice. Jesse slows just a little, but doesn't stop; he rocks harder to make up for it, presses deep, hand tightening in Hugh's hair for a moment before letting go entirely. He wants Hugh up, bent over the table, but he knows how much noise that'd make and he doesn't think they can afford it. Instead, he fucks roughly into Hugh, practically grinds into him, hand sliding up to grip at the back of Hugh's neck, wrap his fingers partially around it.
Jesse leans a little forward, voice rough: ] You gonna beg me for it? [ He punctuates his words with a dragging grind inside Hugh, breath catching. The way Hugh's spine arches, the way Jesse's free hand fits so nicely against the small of Hugh's back, lets him dig his nails in - he's already halfway there. ] Say my name again.
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Sure, it's quick, but that's sort of how it is with the two of them. Jesse's aleady feeling it build, breath harsh and hot, flushed from the effort. It's fucking crazy how much this turns him on, how much the fact that people could catch them if they came close enough, how people probably think they're just arguing or maybe the rest of the crew doesn't, maybe they whisper about how the engineers are fucking. It's crazy how much he wants to strangle the man he's got pinned to the floor sometimes, how hot the image of Hugh face down in the tile is, back arched and greedy and open.
He doesn't have any problem with moving harder, either - he can hear it in Hugh's voice. Jesse slows just a little, but doesn't stop; he rocks harder to make up for it, presses deep, hand tightening in Hugh's hair for a moment before letting go entirely. He wants Hugh up, bent over the table, but he knows how much noise that'd make and he doesn't think they can afford it. Instead, he fucks roughly into Hugh, practically grinds into him, hand sliding up to grip at the back of Hugh's neck, wrap his fingers partially around it.
Jesse leans a little forward, voice rough: ] You gonna beg me for it? [ He punctuates his words with a dragging grind inside Hugh, breath catching. The way Hugh's spine arches, the way Jesse's free hand fits so nicely against the small of Hugh's back, lets him dig his nails in - he's already halfway there. ] Say my name again.