[Possible Future][C] Clint Eastwood

Chris moaned into the kiss and leaned into it eagerly, his cheeks tensed a little in Darragh's grip before relaxing, having someone else's hands on his backside was a pleasant experience.

His own hands slid down the man's back, dragging his nails a little before settling on his lower back and pulling him closer as his legs hooked over his hip.

His nails bit into the boy's backside firmly, dragging a little as it broke through the skin.

He licked his lips and purred softly as he gazed down at the boy.

"How much experience do you have?" he asked as one hand slid a little lower. The tips of his fingers pushed between the boy's cheeks to stroke at his entrance.

Chris gasped a groan as he was clawed at, squirming beneath the man.

Darragh had a predatory look about him, like he was an animal that had caught his prey and was planning to devour it slowly.

His cheeks turned pink as the tips of fingers pushed between his cheeks and the man spoke.

He chewed on his lip in embarrassment as he thought of the answer.

"Enough to be able to take you..."

He murmured, he didn't want to admit to being a virgin, but he could take his toy easily enough after years of use, and Darragh was only a little bigger than it was.

"Good."

The man slipped down the bed to kneel between Chris' legs.

He yanked the man's jeans to his knees and pushed his legs up to press against his chest.

Darragh leaned down to lave his tongue over the boy's entrance teasily slowly.

Chris gave a soft yelp as his jeans were yanked off rather eagerly.

When his legs were pushed up he gripped onto them to keep them where Darragh wanted them.

His head fell back against his pillow as he moaned out, his back arching as the man's hot tongue laved over his entrance.

Darragh's hands smoothed up Chris' thighs slowly as he traced the boy's entrance slowly.

Then he pushed his tongue deep and buried his nails into the boy's thighs.

His tongue curled inside the boy as his nails scraped roughly over his skin, intent on drawing a strong reaction from the boy. He wanted to hear the boy's pleasure clearly.

"This is going to be a rough ride if you don't have lube," the man chuckled, pressing a kiss to the boy's thigh.

Chris cried out as the tongue pushed into him and the nails dug into his thighs.

A loud moan sounded as the tongue curled and the nails scratched over him.

He gave a small whimper as one of his hands moved to cover his mouth, at this rate everyone downstairs was going to hear him.

"Bottom draw.'

He whimpered, he had a small bottle of lube which had come with his toy, luckily he hadn't used it all up yet.

That was the point.

He wanted everyone to know that he was screwing the boy; that he had his claim on him for now and he didn't want disturbing.

He clocked where the lube was and returned to thrusting his tongue in and out of the boy's entrance.

Things were always better when you were with prepared people. The experience of going in with nothing but spit wasn't the most pleasant on either end.

Chris' hands reached down and curled into Darragh's hair, holding onto it firmly as the man licked him.

It felt so good and he wanted more.

Being with an actual person was a lot more satisfying than just toying with himself.

Darragh smirked against the boy as his hair was gripped.

He loved the needy ones that felt the need to grab something when they were turned on.

His teeth grazed against the boy's skin gently, intent on dragging a little moan from him.

Chris gave a soft, whining moan as teeth dragged against him.

It felt so good to have these touches and he was getting needy for more of them.

"Darragh..."

He murmured, his voice a little deeper as he became husky with lust.

He wanted to work the man up as well, this was his first time and he wanted to enjoy it.

Tugging at the man's hair a little he tried to coax him back up.

When his hair was tugged, he went with the movement, pushing himself up so he was face to face with the boy.

With the way he moved, he had kept Chris' legs trapped against his chest, and rested his half unclothed hips against the boy's backside.

He began grinding against him slowly as he leaned down to give the boy a deep kiss.

"Hmmm?"

Chris' lips parted as he gave a silent moan, feeling Darragh's arousal grinding against him made his body shiver in anticipation but he didn't want to rush this.

He kissed him back firmly before hesitantly pulling away from his lips.

"I wanted to taste you..."

He murmured, the words causing his cheeks to become red.

Darragh's lips pulled into the O'Ceallaigh's famous crooked grin and his piercings shined in the low light.

"Like I said before," the man began as he pushed himself away from the boy and sat back in the middle of the bed.

He spread his arms, giving himself to the boy like an offering.

"My body is yours to play with," he finished, offering a little wink.

"Do your worst."

Darragh's grin practically made him melt, it was a look that had been perfected throughout generations, if it could have been weaponized it would be deadly.

His tongue darted out over his lips as the man laid out for him.

He didn't know where to start, there were so many things that he wanted to do.

He kicked off his pants before slowly getting rid of Darragh's.

Leaning down his tongue trailed from the man's navel and continued down it's path.

Chris was not the first, nor would he be the last that had been affected by the family's crooked grin. While in the past two thousand years there had only been two generations, it had been perfected through use. Two thousand years of use in Aodh's case; a mere twenty-three in comparison for Darragh.

The man lifted his hips to allow Chris to pull his jeans down.

On his inner thigh, on each leg, there was a tattoo of a flower. On one thigh a plumeria bloom. And on the other, a bloom of wolfsbane.

The muscles of his stomach tensed when he felt the boy's tongue run over his navel.

Chris admired the man's tattoos, not knowing the significance of each flower as his hands stroked over them softly.

The tip of his tongue stroked down the man's firm stomach, moving lower slowly before he reached the base of his arousal.

With a soft purr in his chest his tongue lapped over Darragh's tip, his lips pressing against it before parting, only taking his head onto his mouth and giving a teasing suck.

Darragh's hips pressed upwards a little when he felt the tip of Chris' tongue against his head.

He gave a little moan when it was sucked, hips bucking upwards a little as his hands fisted tightly in the boy's hair.

His hips rocked upwards a little more freely now he had a grip on the boy's hair.

Chris jerked back a little as Darragh pressed forward, his gave the man's thigh a scolding slap before taking him a little more slowly.

As he went on he got a little braver, going rougher and faster and when he was sure Darragh was going to come soon he stopped, pulling away from the man.

The day bled into night as the two of them toyed with one another, Chris proved to be a little more insatiable than he had thought and by the time they were done it was late at night, many of the others had either passed out or gone home and it was only when Chris was too tired to move that he stopped and fell asleep.

A loud snore sounded from Darragh as light broke through the window.

He rolled onto his side and buried his face against Chris' chest to try and hide from the light. His attempt didn't go too well, but it served to keep some light away from him so he wasn't complaining too much.

The boy was warm, too.

He scooted a little closer so he could press more of his body against Chris' warmer skin.

Chris was pulled out of his sleep by the loud snore, his eyes opening groggily as he looked around in confusion, his body was heavy and more than a little sore.

The real shock came as he saw Darragh draped over him.

His cheeks darkened a little, he was half asleep and hadn't remembered last night until now.

Darragh, rousing from his sleep a little, pressed a kiss to the boy's hickey-covered chest before nuzzling closer.

"Maidin," he mumbled softly.

His green eyes just barely flickered open to glance up at Chris before he buried his face in the boy's chest again.

Too bright.

"Morning."

He muttered softly, a smile gracing his lips as a kiss was pressed to his chest.

He noticed now that he was absolutely covered in marks, it was a good thing he parents were away for a few more weeks.

Reaching out he pulled the curtains shut, shrouding the two of them in darkness again.

"Much better," Darragh groaned appreciatively when they were cast in darkness again.

He lifted his head and rested his chin on the boy's chest.

A little smile curled his lips.

"Sleep well? Hopefully you weren't too sore." They'd definitely gone at it enough the night before.

His hand stroked from the boy's ribs, down over his side and hip to caress his thigh.

"Yeah I did, a little sore but nothing I can't handle."

He replied with a smile, he was a little sore and his muscles would ache for a while but it felt good.

The aching just meant they had enjoyed themselves.

His hand reached up to stroke through Darragh's long hair slowly.

"Nice hot shower would probably stop most of the aches.