noterrol: (32: Are you a gas leak because i have a)

[personal profile] noterrol 2017-11-13 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
You're jealous. [He steps back just a fraction, not enough to give Rafe space to escape but enough where he can get a good look.] You're jealous I shagged a woman.

[He laughs, more in shock than humor. This is strange. Adler is so adamantly against attachments, emotions, anything that could be considered a positive emotion towards the the agreement between them, that the mere idea of him being upset he's fucking other people is so surreal.

Sex with Rafe is astounding. He's absolutely gifted in bed and Harry can't even remember a time he hasn't come when they fucked. But the truth of the matter is, Harry isn't a bottom. He likes it every which way, but things get old fast . He only acquiesces just because the fight isn't worth it and the orgasms are. So sometimes he just goes off and gets what he needs from someone else. Not like Rafe is going to provide.]


It's fine, love, she was just a bit of fun.
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[personal profile] noterrol 2017-11-28 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He says it's not jealousy, but it sure does look like it from the outside. Overreactions, practically pouting, getting his knickers all in a twist because he happened to have a craving for really excellent breasts. Seriously, one would think they were together the way Rafe is going on about satisfaction and shit.]

It's not a big deal, really. [He shrugs, but like earlier, he feels a little twinge of...something? Nah, it's not important.] I like fucking women on occasion. I not bottoming more than on occasion. Doesn't mean I'm not satisfied, you just can't do those things. 'Sfine.

[Another shrug, and he's back into Rafe's space with a toothy grin and an intent to do bad.]

C'mon.
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[personal profile] noterrol 2017-12-24 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
Well, love, until you grow a really great pair of breasts, I don't-

[Rafe cuts him off very suddenly with a cruel, punishing kiss that lights a fire under his arse. Yes, excellent, now they're getting somewhere. Harry pushes back into him greedily, biting back just as fiercely. He tastes iron and moans, pulling away from the kiss just a moment to get his breath. Yeah, this is the Rafe he's been waiting for. Like he said, he doesn't like to play the submissive to his boss all the time, but fuck, it's still good sex.

Breath caught and head no no longer swimming, Harry tries to step away from the table but finds himself anchored by the hip, a hand digging into denim and flesh like a vice. Its a pleasant sort of pain, and he doesn't try to shake free for once. Instead, he leans back into Rafe, lips ghosting across his as he speaks.]


Oh, so it's going to be that kind of night then, is it? [Harry grins, curling his long fingers around Rafe's (expensive, designer) belt.] You're too easy, mate.
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[personal profile] noterrol 2018-01-02 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[No stop chatter is just how he operates, and even after so long Adler refuses to deal with it. He's not sure why—he loves the back and forth, loves filthy talk and banter and insults, and it's just another place where sometimes their preferences don't quite mesh. He's not complaining though, not when he's being tongue-fucked like the world is ending and they're gonna die tomorrow. ]

Mmpfh!

[Being found wanting has put the best, or worst, kind of fire right under Rafe, and with the way grabs his cock, Harry isn't sure which it is exactly. He pulls away from the kiss, but not the grip, and looks just the tiniest but uncomfortable.

It's a cock, Rafe, not a golf club.g]


Gentle, gentle.
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[personal profile] noterrol 2018-01-06 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmmuch, yeah.

[With that little change in grip, Harry relaxes completely, and leans into Rafe's to chase the sensation. It's not going to get him to any kind of destination, but he supposes it doesn't need to. While Adler busiest himself, he let's his hands and lips wander wherever they may.

For as much shit as he gets about having horse teeth, Rafe doesn't mind it when Harry's teeth rake over that one spot behind his ear, or the one under his jaw. He doesn't so much mind the gentle burn is stubble against his lips, not when he can feel his boss twitching under him. Not in any sort of excessive way, of course, but all reactions from Rafe Adler are a win, the fucking ice queen.]


Just....[Pause to bite at his jaw. ]...redirect that jealousy to places...[And another to rake his teeth along the curve of his neck.]...that aren't my cock.