Given and Denied
Chapter 5
The flesh twitched at Vulpes' grip on him as the Courier sighed a moan, moments later pressing his feet into the ground to elevate him off the dirt, enough to give access for the soldier. It was starting to feel less like a competition to Andy, a thought he preferred to leave unexplored as his own hand crept inward to grip Vulpes with a strong stroke, instead of the teasing touches of earlier.
Pulling back his mouth, he sucked the tongue still between his lips.
That small suck caused the man above him to give a gasp, his member giving a thrum of a pulse amidst the long, delicious stroke. His hips thrust towards Andy's hand, brain now wholly swathed within a dizzying lust. He gave a rumbling moan, his hand squeezed and gripped at Andy's cheek, a thumb running over the soft flesh available. Not to be outdone, however, his thumb caressed along the crook of Andy's rump, pressing a finger between to tease at the man's entrance. Letting go of Vulpes' tongue, the Courier's head pressed into the waiting hand beneath it, mouth open as he continued to stroke the dark haired man, groaning softly with appreciation.
Slowly, he spread his legs beneath Vulpes with anticipation.
Cracking open his eyes, he gave a self-satisfied smile. It seemed that no matter what smile was given from the man, be it a smirk or something similar it always had something dark about it. His finger continued to tease at the other man's entrance, prodding just a bit more inwards. He had the man melting into his hands.
Almost literally…
"More, Courier?" he asked lowly.
He wanted to nod, to agree with what Vulpes was doing to him. Despite earlier reservations, he found it dizzying how easily the Legionaire was affecting him. But he didn't want to give in.
He didn't want to give him that power yet.
So in lieu of answering, he returned the smile with his own, increasing the tempo of his strokes, thumb caressing the edge of the head with each upwards glide.
For a brief moment, Vulpes had an expression never-seen on his features. It'd been one little slip, as Andy'd managed to get an upper hand for just that minute. His eyes closed, his chest expanding with a deep intake of air. A moment of ecstasy where there was no fear given, no blood shed, no mournful cry. A pure minute in time where the Legionaire experienced physical bliss.
His hips fluidly moved towards Andy's hand, into the stroking palm. And just as much as it'd begun, he ended it.
His eyes snapped open, pupils shrinking once again. His hips stopped, and his finger pressed more so against the Courier's opening; massaging it with just the tip. His thumb lightly pressed in behind the other man's sac.
The shift from willing to cold blossomed into momentary alarm at how quickly he was willing to reign in his desires.
Shame, he looked magnificent like that.
Slowing the thrust, he eased up on his grip, returning to the light, teasing strokes from earlier. Wanting to bring back the image he had just seen, a concentration that was harder to do with the touch from Vulpes beneath him.
And in truth, he was. His fingertip pushed further into the Courier's entrance, thumb continuing its probing and caressing of the man's sac.
"More, Courier?"
His finger probed just that deeper in, slowly turning, his thumb leaving its exploration of the other man's sac.
Yes, fucking hell yes!
Andy wasn't sure when the last time was that there'd been spent so much time being teased and teasing in return. Even that time with Arcade and the blindfold hadn't been this enticing.
"I-" he gave a soft gasp at the pressure building from the fingers. "I think I should be asking you that don't you?" He started increasing the hand pumping Vulpes again, spending more time on the sensitive flesh along its head, trying to distract him and see if he could get the Frumentarii to look the way he had just moments earlier.
Dark brows knitted together, his nostrils flared as he fought so hard. Swallowing, he kept his gaze fixed on the man underneath.
"No."
Just as he said it, the Frumentarii inserted his finger further until the first knuckle, lightly wiggling it. The hand stilled on Vulpes as he groaned, heading laying back again as his eyes closed, he pressed down on the finger eagerly.
Chest heaving as the Courier tried fruitlessly to regain control of the situation; he realized he'd already lost. In response, the hand underneath his head easily cupped along the back of the man's scalp; fingertips brushing where they could. It was as though he were being given a reward for compliance.
The self-satisfied, dark smile returned to Vulpes' face as finger slowly began to pump in and out.
"How eagerly you spear yourself...” he purred, wetting his own lips. "If a single digit is all you require, then perhaps you're inadequate for my manhood. It might tear you."
An aim at the man's ego and pride. Bait. The feeling of steel returned to his chest, a cool flame as he looked up at Vulpes, wetting his lips. He wanted to say something equally antagonistic, something that would burn. Instead, he smiled kindly, nodding.
"While I doubt that's true, if you're more use to it then I could always take over. Bend you over, perhaps?"
For once, there was a laugh. It was cold; hollow. His smirk deadened before his finger pumped quicker. With each thrust, he managed to get his thumb-tip hitting behind the Courier's sac again.
What makes you think I haven't already been torn?
Cursing loudly at the sudden increase, his hands left Vulpes to curl up in the dirt beside him. Between the heat and pressure inside him, he felt almost light headed with the mingling of it all.
Whispering softly, a string of curses interspersed a plea as his hips bucked up.
Interest sparked again on the soldier's eyes and face.
"Repeat yourself, Courier." he ordered, with such ease; his voice staying smooth. Fingertips caressed Andy's head once more; the finger inside curving just slightly against the man's inner wall.
The steel fire inside clenched tightly as he swallowed, chest heaving as he tried to get air inside his lungs enough to speak.
"More...please..." He looked up at Vulpes, dark blue eyes begging.
Pulling his finger back, he carefully wriggled in a second, slowly pushing it inwards. Despite not having anything on hand for lubrication, the soldier was being careful. It wouldn't do to actually harm the man in Caesar's favour; not when Vulpes stood in the shadows.
"Enough?" he asked, chin rising up somewhat as he looked down. He knew this wasn't what the man had meant. He began pumping, allowing his fingers to easily follow his passage's natural path.
Fingers dug deeper grooves into the dirt as the Courier pressed down with each slip in, moaning.
He felt Vulpes' name on the tip of his tongue, biting down on it instead to stop the words from escaping.
The soldier was keeping a close eye on his 'guest'. The slight scrape of dirt sent another pulse shivering through him, knowing full well he was the cause. His fingers pumped in and out at a more steady pace, the man below his digits fully. The tips of which managed to just barely caress that nub deep within.
"You've already lost, Courier...” he whispered into the curve of the shorter-man's ear, giving it a teasing lick. With his other hand still under the man's head, he couldn't attend to himself.
Vulpes' own arousal was starting to become painful as his body begged for a sense of release, of pleasurable torment.
Giving another nibble along his ear, he added one last statement.
"Sink into it...”