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The Lyrics Meme!

Write a scene based on your favorite lyric

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And that was exactly what he got. How could he not lose himself completely to this? The fingers of one hand entangled themselves in Reynard's hair, the other clenched into a tight fist and pressed against the wall.

He knows of nothing in this world anymore apart from Reynard, and he can't help himself when mumbled words start spilling from his lips, voice thick with lust.

"My love, my thunderstorm, my curse... "

Reynard wasn't even paying attention to the words, at least at first, but then he pulled back, looked up at him, his breath hot against wet, heated flesh. "Such words you have."

He leaned forward again and his eyes closed, his tongue blindly following the veins he could feel, pumping and ready. His lips closed around the head and he sucked, this time looking up at him again, a slight smile curving his lips as much as they could.

"Reflex and habit."

He smiled back down at the fox, if somewhat strained because damn Reynard was good.

A shudder went through his entire body, and he closed his eyes.

"Rey..."

Things were past the point of insanity by now, and he was pretty much on the verge of giving it all up right into that far too clever mouth. He felt that Rey should know this, but he could not get any more words out, just nonsensical noises of utter pleasure.

Not to worry, Reynard wasn't blind to what effect he had on his Robin, so he knew that he was close and that was why he took him in his mouth again, hand tightening around his hip, nails digging into his skin. He was looking up at him, wanting to see his face as he made him come.

He didn't have to wait long, Robin had been so full of emotion and tension and now it was all being converted to raw lust.

When he did come, it was with a low, drawn out groan, face caught somewhere between utter bliss and pain.

Reynard had had a habit of converting all Robin felt to lust long ago already, before he had been Robin. He swallowed, he licked, he only pulled away when he was sure all of him was clean.

With a content sigh, that ended in a shudder, Reynard lay on the ground and slid his hand into his pants. His eyes weren't the most focused, but he did look up at Robin, he smelled Robin, he tasted Robin and, damn it, he was painfully hard by now.

Yes, it was a nice trick of his. There are worse ways of dealing with being somewhat prone to strong emotions in all directions.

No way could he remain standing now, knees folding under him with a sigh. Oh, he saw where Reynard's hands were going, eyes greedily locking onto that area as a sort of languor was spreading through his limbs from being so throughly sated.

He made his way over to Rey, pushing his hands aside.

"Mine."

Reynard allowed his hands to be pushed away and he put them down on either side of him, an amused smile on his face and a quick jerk of his hips as he reacted to Robin's eagerness. Damn it, but he needed.

"Have at it, fairest, don't waste time."

He licked his lips and leaned back on his elbows, whispering for him. "I can still taste you."

"My turn, then, to taste you."

He tugged Reynard's pants down, bending to take his lover into his mouth with a low moan. Well aware of Reynard's need, he still took it slow, sliding his lips down the shaft and savoring every inch.

"Not stopping you."

So very far from doing any stopping. Reynard's hands curled into fists, to keep himself from bucking up into that mouth. Not that it worked for very long, his body arched, his head fell back, he made a sound of pure need.

"Fuck, Robin, don't be a tease."

He couldn't very well answer, now could he? But he did anyway, sort of. He may not be able to purr, but he could still hum as he took as much of his lover into his mouth as he could.

So that's what he did, throat and tongue vibrating softly with the sound of an ancient love song older than Robin himself. His hands curved around Reynard's hips as his mouth slid up and down the hard length, loving the taste and feel of it.

Reynard didn't recognize the love song, didn't actually care even in the least at the moment, not with Robin's mouth on him, not with how he was moaning too loud to hear himself think. He didn't recognize the song, but he definitely noticed the effect of the humming and his hips tried to jerk again.

He didn't care how loud he was, holding back was quite against all he was and he knew Robin certainly didn't mind that about him. So he screamed when he felt heat building up, knowing it wouldn't be much longer.

Robin added a slight scrape of teeth to the mix, and did not mind the noise level at all, no. He loved it, fingertips digging into flesh as his grip on Reynard's hips tightened.

Reynard caught his breath and he shuddered, eyes squeezing shut tightly. He made a small sound deep in his throat and then he simply screamed out, hips jerking.

Damn, damn, damn, DAMN, this felt too good, entirely too good.

He came with another scream and then he just came to lay still, feeling boneless and spent, breathing too fast.

Just as Reynard had done for him, Robin didn't take his mouth off his lover until he had assured with lips and tongue that he was clean. Then he crawled up to flop down next to Rey, chuckling quietly.

"No wonder I get mad at you so often."

Reynard considered not moving at all, but then he reconsidered and slid an arm around Robin, pulling him close until he was flush against him. "Oh? Why's that, pray tell?"

Being exhausted could feel so very wonderful.

Oh, but it felt so good to lie like that. Utterly spent, the smell of sex still in the air and Reynard holding him. He rubbed his nose against his lover's neck, making a soft, contemplative nose.

"Well, this does tend to happen when I get angry at you. And I can't say it's not rewarding."

"Were you angry with me? I forgot." Reynard chuckled and tugged on a strand of Robin's hair. "Were you always this good with your tongue? I swear, you're somehow better each time."

"Since I had barely started shaving regularly when you met me, I very much doubt I've always been that good with my tongue."

He closed his eyes, enjoying the casual familiarity of their post lovely blowjob touches.

"True enough, I was your first after all." And ever so proud of that fact, obviously, rather smug about it. "Though you've been a bit of a natural, gotta say. Or maybe I just brought it out in you."

Reynard nuzzled his hair and smiled against it. "Such a sweet boy."

"Not a boy any longer. And with buckets of bitter to go with the sweet."

He shifted so he could put his head on Reynard's chest, limbs heavy and movements a little sluggish still.

"And you make it easy to let go and just do, so in that sense I think you did bring it out."

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love the icon xD

Well, he IS, isn't he?

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