Sweet Escape
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Category:
+S through Z › Wild Arms
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,421
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Wild Arms, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sweet Escape
Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Arms 5 or any items/characters/locations. They all belong to Media Vision *bows before Media Vision and all its glory.*
Writer: ZombieDuke
Author’s Notes: Yes, yes. I am not dead. I’m still struggling through life as always.
*SPOILERS!* If you haven’t passed Mt. Chug-Chug, read no more!
This takes place after the Mt. Chug-Chug incident. I was inspired because if you go to the Greg’s hometown, there’s an old man on the bridge who tells you that “When Greg looked at you with such soft eyes…” so I couldn’t help but have a sudden moment of insight. That and Greg seems to be the only person capable of keeping Dean on track with the real world (as it were…).
Warnings: NC-17, M/M, PWP, Hand jobs, dirty talking.
Reviews: Reviews are good! Especially for the soul :)
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Sweet Escape
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Smooth lips and the sweet taste of youth. He couldn’t help but plunder that rare delicacy, couldn’t help but fist the blue locks tighter in his hand as his other held the boys cock in his other hand. He swallowed the small cry of pain as his fingers dug into the boy’s hair and gave a particularly rough stroke to the now dark purple length in his hand, his gloved hand also rough with use.
He smirked as the boy arched into his grasp, those blue eyes filled with resolution closed tight as he drifted his lips to the side, nipping and suckling the tanned skin until he reached an earlobe that he bit without any semblance of mercy. A squeal crossed with a moan came out, and he felt the boy pump into his tight fist with all his might before his glove became slick.
He let go of the ear and gently lapped at the lobe, smiling while rocking his hips against the youths trembling stomach.
“That’s my boy,”
He smirked as he felt hands reach around and weakly grab hold of his shoulders, clutching to him as the boy still pumped into his hand and chuckled as he felt the cock harden once more.
“The joys of youth, huh?”
He all but purred as the boy with blue locks pressed against his chest, placing sweet sloppy kisses along his neck, trying to mimic the actions he had performed minuets before.
He let the boy do as he pleased, but his own tight pants made pull the youth slightly away from him. Almost is if reading his mind, the boy with blue locks pulled his hands away from his shoulders and let them hesitantly drift down to his top of his pants and, with shaking hands, pull the zipper down and freed his throbbing cock.
“You’re such a good boy,” He panted as those soft hands circled around him. He grunted, and bucked his hands into those unsure hands, moaning as they tightened around him. He pressed his forehead into the youths shoulder, and jerked the raw flesh he held in his own hand. Another moan escaped the youth’s lips and he couldn’t help but grip him tighter, his eyes shutting tight his boy responded.
“Can you do it again? Can you come again?” He whispered harshly into the boys shoulder; felt that body tighten with every word spoken. “Are you gonna make me proud boy?” He hissed, his own hips frantically fucking the boys shaking hands.
He felt the body beneath him freeze before the cock in his hands covered his glove once again with hot white cum.
“Dean…”
Greg slowly opened his eyes, blinking into the darkness before him and frowned.
“You okay?”
He arched his neck back and stared into blue eyes. He swallowed, the dream still running rampant through his mind as his eyes traveled past those blue eyes to a sun kissed neck.
“Yeah, had a dream is all.” Greg replied, his voice a lot hoarser then he remembered as he suddenly sat up.
“I-I’m gonna go for a walk.” Greg said, slowly standing up and grimacing at the sticky sensation in his pants.
“You sure you’re okay?” Dean said, arching his neck up to look at Greg, his blue eyes more then curious.
“Yeah, jus go back to sleep… I’ll be back later.” The golem chrusher said as he walked towards the dungeon doorway.
Dean watched him walk away and scratched his cheek before settling down. “Must’ve been dreaming about his son… but why did he call my name?” he mused as he drifted off to sleep.
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End.
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Writer: ZombieDuke
Author’s Notes: Yes, yes. I am not dead. I’m still struggling through life as always.
*SPOILERS!* If you haven’t passed Mt. Chug-Chug, read no more!
This takes place after the Mt. Chug-Chug incident. I was inspired because if you go to the Greg’s hometown, there’s an old man on the bridge who tells you that “When Greg looked at you with such soft eyes…” so I couldn’t help but have a sudden moment of insight. That and Greg seems to be the only person capable of keeping Dean on track with the real world (as it were…).
Warnings: NC-17, M/M, PWP, Hand jobs, dirty talking.
Reviews: Reviews are good! Especially for the soul :)
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Sweet Escape
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Smooth lips and the sweet taste of youth. He couldn’t help but plunder that rare delicacy, couldn’t help but fist the blue locks tighter in his hand as his other held the boys cock in his other hand. He swallowed the small cry of pain as his fingers dug into the boy’s hair and gave a particularly rough stroke to the now dark purple length in his hand, his gloved hand also rough with use.
He smirked as the boy arched into his grasp, those blue eyes filled with resolution closed tight as he drifted his lips to the side, nipping and suckling the tanned skin until he reached an earlobe that he bit without any semblance of mercy. A squeal crossed with a moan came out, and he felt the boy pump into his tight fist with all his might before his glove became slick.
He let go of the ear and gently lapped at the lobe, smiling while rocking his hips against the youths trembling stomach.
“That’s my boy,”
He smirked as he felt hands reach around and weakly grab hold of his shoulders, clutching to him as the boy still pumped into his hand and chuckled as he felt the cock harden once more.
“The joys of youth, huh?”
He all but purred as the boy with blue locks pressed against his chest, placing sweet sloppy kisses along his neck, trying to mimic the actions he had performed minuets before.
He let the boy do as he pleased, but his own tight pants made pull the youth slightly away from him. Almost is if reading his mind, the boy with blue locks pulled his hands away from his shoulders and let them hesitantly drift down to his top of his pants and, with shaking hands, pull the zipper down and freed his throbbing cock.
“You’re such a good boy,” He panted as those soft hands circled around him. He grunted, and bucked his hands into those unsure hands, moaning as they tightened around him. He pressed his forehead into the youths shoulder, and jerked the raw flesh he held in his own hand. Another moan escaped the youth’s lips and he couldn’t help but grip him tighter, his eyes shutting tight his boy responded.
“Can you do it again? Can you come again?” He whispered harshly into the boys shoulder; felt that body tighten with every word spoken. “Are you gonna make me proud boy?” He hissed, his own hips frantically fucking the boys shaking hands.
He felt the body beneath him freeze before the cock in his hands covered his glove once again with hot white cum.
“Dean…”
Greg slowly opened his eyes, blinking into the darkness before him and frowned.
“You okay?”
He arched his neck back and stared into blue eyes. He swallowed, the dream still running rampant through his mind as his eyes traveled past those blue eyes to a sun kissed neck.
“Yeah, had a dream is all.” Greg replied, his voice a lot hoarser then he remembered as he suddenly sat up.
“I-I’m gonna go for a walk.” Greg said, slowly standing up and grimacing at the sticky sensation in his pants.
“You sure you’re okay?” Dean said, arching his neck up to look at Greg, his blue eyes more then curious.
“Yeah, jus go back to sleep… I’ll be back later.” The golem chrusher said as he walked towards the dungeon doorway.
Dean watched him walk away and scratched his cheek before settling down. “Must’ve been dreaming about his son… but why did he call my name?” he mused as he drifted off to sleep.
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End.
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