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Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

((Good God, what are you doing up, woman? It's bloody eight am there))

Graverobber gave a strangled sound of relief, cords of muscles in his thighs tensing as he tried to impale himself further onto Nathan's fingers. He was aware of every stroke of the rough pads inside of him, twitching every time the good doctor's clever digits nudged his prostate. The scavenger arched up, torn between wanting to be filled and wanting to thrust into Nathan's hand, which was finally, finally giving him enough friction. It was a steady, slick glide, timed to fall just shot of 'enough'. And all the while, his doctor was smooth, controlled.

Bastard. He'd have to see about that.

"Please," the younger man said, striking a desperate note. There wasn't much acting involved. "Oh, God, please Nathan. Harder." His voice was still low, still very masculine (he was not a fan of those that struck a high pitched simper and couldn't imagine Nathan was either), and though there was an undertone of teasing, it was an honest plea.
 
Nathan found himself ridiculously tempted to use his mouth on Graverobber again, but right then he wanted to watch the man's expression - and it was rewarding to watch him, to see the strain in his neck as the muscles tensed with his raised pulse and he arched up to try and gain more from the penetration. He didn't intend to give Graverobber what he was looking for, not yet, but then there came that plea, a soft, deep rumble in the scavenger's chest and it was struck with desperation that nearly undid Nathan for an instant.

He steadied himself, gripped Graverobber more firmly now and lengthened the strokes, beginning to move his fingers deeper into him at the same time, making sure to hit the prostate each time, placing a few soft kisses and light bites on the man's collarbone.
 
Graverobber clenched his jaw. Oh, of course he'd manage to keep himself under control. This was why they needed more restraints in their relationship. Or Zydrate.

The thief pulled Nathan close to him, kissing him messily. It was a needy mash of mouths, absent of teeth and pain and any kind of finesse; it should have frightened the grave robber away, but it felt so good he didn't even recognize how similar it was to the one that had sent him running that morning. He clenched around those fingers, trying to draw them further into his body. "Please, Nathan," he whispered against the older man's lips. They were slightly chapped, another sign of the poor care his doctor took of his own body, and he raised a hand to brush his thumb over the bottom one. "I'm not begging," he added shakily, "But I would love to have you inside me when you came."
 
Another kiss, and again Nathan found himself marvelling at the fact it wasn't their usual aggressive clash and it was passionate in the way their earlier kiss had been, but without the hasty departure this time around.

Muscles clenched; he could feel how tight Graverobber was, and he'd had no intention of using anything beyond his hands on the other man that time, but there came the whispered plea and it sent a hard shudder through Nathan. As true as it was that he hadn't planned on this part, even the good doctor was occasionally willing to alter his plans - he wasn't sure he had a choice anyways, because while he had managed to keep his mind off of the discomfort, the steady thrum of his own blood in his ears had become impossible to ignore. He was painfully aroused and he couldn't deny that he wanted to take the other man - it was merely new territory for the doctor.

His hands pulled away from Graverobber then, though his mouth met the scavenger's again while his fingers undid the buttons on his jacket and shirt; he could do this while still wearing his suit, he knew that, but it seemed too impersonal, and the urge for skin-on-skin was difficult to ignore.
 
Graverobber laughed throatily, recognizing the change in plans. Hadn't he done the same thing just yesterday? And then he'd had a virgin to contend with. He shuddered as fingers left him, that dull ache throbbing in him and reminding him why exactly the good doctor needed to return. "Wonderful choice," he muttered, pressing the older man back as they kissed, palm pressed against a slender (too slender), muscled chest. The skin was pleasantly warm under his fingers, pallor flushed from lust.

Nathan had probably never gone and made a comprehensive study of his erection compared to others, but Graverobber had seen quite a few naked bodies in his time and he was very, very aware of the man's size. The dealer wasn't a virgin, far from it, but he'd much rather have control now when he was using muscles that hadn't been considered in some time. After all, he was a top through and through and taking it up the ass was something he only did when he was either very horny or -- and this was a new one -- very trusting of the man doing it. He reached over a long arm as they kissed, lazily searching for .. ah, yes. Thank you, Magic Coat of All Things Important in Life. "I don't know how your woman managed this," he whispered lowly, dragging a stubby nail down Nathan's stomach. "But I'm going to have you balls-deep in me if it kills me."
 
He wasn't entirely sure where his willpower had gone these last few days, but he blamed Graverobber for its dissappearance and for his lacking the motivation to find it again - before the scavenger, his will had been steely. But then, before him, he'd thought his libido was dead, and that had turned out to be entirely inaccurate, it had just been - resting.

For nearly eighteen years.

And now that it had been woken up, he was finding it difficult to get a handle on it again; he suddenly felt like a fumbling teenager again, even though the deftness of his fingers didn't match up with the memory. That, and he distinctly remembered sex back then had involved softer, curved bodies, not the sort with hard lines and angles.

Nathan felt the flush in his ears at Graverobber's commentary, a small shiver running through him when the man's nail dragged down his stomach and he counter-acted the scavenger's distraction by grasping his erection once, giving it a rough tug to try and reassert some of his earlier control, his other hand flicking open the clasp on his trousers. He shrugged off the open jacket and dress shirt then, leaving his upper torso bare for the first time and he leaned over Graverobber, sliding the length of his body against the other man's, their torsos pressing together; it was strange to feel Graverobber's chest hair - which there was a copious amount of, he noted - but it wasn't unpleasant, merely different.
 
Graverobber was pleased to have the old man sporting an erection. Seventeen years without sex was simply unnatural, just like the lack of background body smells. Nathan needed more sweat and sex in his life and Graverobber was certainly willing.

The scavenger bit down on an earlobe when Nathan tugged on his erection, deciding that such a below-the-belt move deserved another: he was very aware by now of the good doctor's new found love of mixing pain with pleasure, and the bite was nearly hard enough to draw blood. He didn't, of course. Calling down Repo now would certainly ruin the 'mood', whatever it was. "Lay on your back for me?" The words felt odd in his mouth. Graverobber wasn't used to asking permission for things, but some part of him still recognized that he had given this time to Nathan, that the doctor was the one calling the shots, and if he wanted Nathan on his back, he'd have to ask. "Please?" he added, tugging on that abused earlobe before turning his head and bumping noses with the older man. Pretending the move was as accidental as it was affectionate, he whispered, "Like I said, Doc, you're big and I'd really like a little control in taking you in. It's been awhile."
 
A gasp escaped the doctor when Graverobber bit down on his earlobe; it wasn't a gentle nip, but a hard bite that caused a brief, searing burn of pain that went straight to his groin and twisted schizophrenically to pleasure about halfway through its journey. Like Graverobber, it felt for Nathan as though the sensation didn't even need to make a detour to his brain first. He gripped the other man's hips for a moment to steady himself, his eyes falling shut for an instant before opening them again at the sound of Graverobber's request.

The very fact it was a request was part of what influenced him to do it, but followed up by the 'please' and the brief bump was enough to nearly melt the poor old doctor, who was quickly realizing that he was far more easily influenced than he had initially thought - he figured that soon enough, Graverobber would merely have to bat his eyelashes.

There was the briefest hesitation, and then he followed along with the request, shifting beside Graverobber, though he took that time to work his tongue against the man's neck for an instant.
 
Another chuckle, just as low but much warmer than before. Nathan's face had softened some from the brush of noses, eyes surprisingly clear behind those thick black frames. He could recognize the almost 'deer in a headlight' look (an idiom he didn't fully understand having never seen a deer in his adult life, but he knew how cats froze in front of cars), which in Nathan wasn't much more than a subtle raising of a faded eyebrow, yet still signaled hesitation.

Then the man was moving, and so was Graverobber, crawling on top of him and pushing down trousers and boxers. The faint smell of disinfectant and blood still clung to the doctor, even after a few hours in the soft floral scents of fresh linens; Nathan would probably be horrified to know that the scavenger was already finding it familiar, almost comforting, that when he leaned over and nuzzled the man's neck, he was consciously taking in that smell. He was also purposely slowing things down again, even though he was so very aware of the absence of Nathan's fingers in him.

"So, Doc," he said, pressing kisses to Nathan's discolored neck. "You're the one calling the shots. Condom? No condom?"
 
Several thoughts went through the doctor's head right then; the first was about how much he wanted to just have their bodies pressing together again, the second was regarding the sudden dissappearance of his pants and the sensation of air on his length - compelling enough that his hips twitched embarrassingly before he could stop himself - the third was the feeling of Graverobber straddling him and nuzzling into his neck.

And the last was about how in a few short hours, the scavenger would be under a knife, getting his lungs pulled out.

"Condom," Nathan rasped out, not hesitating to respond to the question; though the urge to give in to the moment and just go without was there, it was ultimately safer for both of them to use a condom - partly due to Graverobber's questionable sex life, and partly due to Nathan's tendency to spend several hours a night clawing through human remains.

He put his hand in Graverobber's hair for a moment to pull the man up enough so he could kiss him again.
 
The pants hadn't disappeared so much as just been pulled down far enough to expose the good doctor's cock; after all, while he might be appreciative of the man's legs, it was his dick he was thinking about most at the moment. Bit of a one track mind that was derailed by the kiss.

And if Nathan thought that little twitch was embarrassing, Graverobber should have died from humiliation in the way he was rutting against his stomach, taking a moment to shamelessly enjoy the friction he'd been denied so far. But 'modest' wasn't a word in the grave robber's vocabulary and once his brain returned to him, halting and stopping along the way as he nipped at Nathan's bottom lip, he remembered what it was he was doing up there. "Good choice," he said, slipping down his doctor's body; it hadn't really been a question, not when he had known the answer, just a very subtle way to get the man to speak. Nathan was probably unaware, but the way his voice roughened, taking on just a hint of the monster but not quite, was just as obscene as the erection Graverobber was now at eye-level with. He glanced up, then, with perhaps a little more of a flourish than needed, revealed the foil in his hand.

He was a careful sort, not one to go about tearing the packages open with his teeth (because it would be stupid to go through the rather action-breaking act of putting on a rubber just to get that week's latest disease anyways) and soon he was pinching on the thing, mouth following his hand, then stopping, lips circling the head of his cock. Dark eyes stayed fixed on Nathan as he fumbled for a hand to press on the back of his head.
 
Nathan wasn't entirely sure the act of putting on a condom should be erotic - everything before and after it, of course, would be, but the actual act had never been associated with eroticism for him, in fact for most people it was a slightly embarrassing, fumbling, and frustrating act, but Graverobber had managed to change that as well.

Nathan had to dig his fingers into the bed to control himself, because the scavenger didn't just hand him the condom and let him do it; he decided to do it himself, and to use his mouth in the process. It wasn't just the sensation and heat, but it was also the way Graverobber regarded him with those ridiculously made-up eyes while he took the tip into his mouth that made Nathan have to bite back a groan and muffle a curse.

But then he felt his arm being lifted and the feeling of Graverobber's messy cords of hair under his hand, his palm pressing against the man's skull as he realized Graverobber was encouraging him to push him down - it went against Nathan's politesse, but the bold movement was enough to tell him it wasn't exactly something the man was protesting to. Nathan's fingers curled into Graverobber's hair and he pushed his head down further, a soft groan escaping him simultaneously.
 
Graverobber was aware how out of character something like forcing a man down on his dick would be for the good doctor; in fact, that was the entire reason for it. He enjoyed finding the older man's little quirks, like the way he refused to actually touch himself or how he could tie the scavenger down and suck his cock but wouldn't even think to control his movements now.

His mouth was full of the taste of latex as he sucked gently, eyes never moving from Nathan's face. His head stayed at the level the doctor had pushed him down to, lips still pressed against the roll of rubber. He was waiting, watching the older man intently, a thick eyebrow arched. Somehow, Graverobber managed to leer up at Nathan with his mouth half-full of cock.

He was a very talented man.

Long fingers tapped along lean muscle as if to say 'I don't have all day, Doc.'
 
A soft shudder passed through Nathan when he felt the gentle suction and he found Graverobber's eyes pinned to him and was unable to look away, watching the arch of the eyebrow and the absolutely lascivious look that the other man shot at him - which, given the situation, was appropriate but it still made Nathan feel a stir of embarrassment.

Even more embarrassing, it took him several moments to figure out precisely what Graverobber wanted, partly because he was distracted by the heat and the pressure, and partly because he truly didn't understand - but he remembered the gentle insistence with which the scavenger had placed his hand into his hair, and he took the cue. Propping himself up with his available elbow, he used his other hand to push Graverobber's head down further, and then pull him back up slightly, trying to prevent himself from closing his eyes to the sensation or collapsing back on the bed - even through the latex it was sending shocks through him, but he kept careful control over the movement of his hips. The very fact he was pushing Graverobber's mouth onto him felt strangely depraved and losing control of himself right then would be unacceptable.
 
The two men had entirely different concepts of 'unacceptable'.

Graverobber hummed softly as Nathan pushed him down, relaxing his throat consciously. He used to be very good at this, what with it being a part time job once, not a hobby, and turned on as he was (he had to keep his hands on the doctor's thighs or else he'd touch himself), Nathan's shaft slipped easily down his throat. The scavenger was careful not to use teeth, afraid he'd snag the rubber, so he was forced to do his best with tongue and stained lips.

He made a soft noise of protest as Nathan tugged him back up, gently, of course, but he wanted deeper. His brow furrowed as he regarded the older man. Now this was unacceptable. He rumbled low in his throat, sucking just a little harder but never dropping his head nor his eyes.
 
Nathan could see smudges of black lipstick on the latex and for reasons he couldn't explain, the sight was oddly compelling; his thighs twitched when Graverobber's hands gripped them, the muscles shuddering under the touch and from what his mouth was doing right then. Nathan's head fell back slightly when he felt the low rumble in Graverobber's throat and a soft gasp escaped him before he tugged Graverobber up further, forcing him away from the doctor's length - it almost felt too good, and he found he was unable to trust himself right then.

Having Graverobber strapped down, manipulating his body however he liked - it was something he could do for hours if given the chance because it meant he had the control to make the man react however he liked - but using the man to pleasure himself felt strange and foreign, left him with the question of his own reactions. He did his best to hide that discomfort by instead using Graverobber's hair to yank the man forward and pull him into a hard kiss that betrayed the doctor's otherwise placid actions so far.
 
Graverobber was up on his knees, reaching a hand back between his legs awkwardly to finish the job of pushing down the latex his mouth still tasted of. And if his fingers lingered longer than was needed, well, who could fault him? Nathan's erection was hot in his hand even through the rubber, slick with his spit.

"You don't have to be so considerate, Doc," he murmured against bruised lips smudged with his lipstick. His scalp smarted from the yanking up still, but he only registered it as a sort of pleasure. He bumped their noses together again, smiling; this time, it couldn't be passed off as a mistake. "I like a little abuse. In fact," he added, voice low in a conspiratorial way, the idea lightening up in his mind. "I want you to put your hands on my hips and decide how far I take you in." Graverobber was already pulling back, positioning the doctor's cock so he could sink down on it. Slowly, of course; it really had been awhile and, besides, he thought as he tossed Nathan a flippant grin, eyes fluttering closed as the head of his cock slipped in, he'd hate to give the old man a heart attack.
 
A shudder ran through the doctor when Graverobber gripped him for just a little too long and he kissed at the man's now swollen bottom lip - he could taste the waxy lipstick, but it wasn't even remotely repellant - it was something he had come to associate with the other man, along with the vaguely musty scent that always seemed to linger around the man. In a moment of whimsy, he had earlier found himself comparing Graverobber's general hygiene to a Charlie Brown character, surrounded by a constant cloud of whorling dust; he hadn't got around to revealing this to the other man because, frankly, it was a little silly and he wasn't entirely certain he wanted Graverobber to know that side of him existed.

Or to remind him that he was old enough to use Charlie Brown as a pop reference.

Of course, those thoughts became far from his mind as Graverobber seemed to almost nuzzle him - again, uncharacteristically affectionate, but Nathan wasn't going to protest - and the genuine smile Graverobber aimed at him was oddly endearing.

He should have known the man would do something to nearly make him lose his mind right after; he drew in a breath through his teeth when Graverobber began to sink down on him. The other man was tight and hot, but the lubrication from earlier and the slickness of Graverobber's saliva caused the initial entrance to be smooth, and his hands moved instinctively to his hips, fingers pressing against the pale skin, but not yet putting on any force. He waited for a moment, long enough for Graverobber to get used to the penetration - though, he was aware the other had done this more than he had, he still wanted to be careful; after all, it had only been recently that Nathan had done this himself for the first time, and the feeling had nearly been overwhelming at first.

He took that moment to look the other man over and it was quite the sight; Graverobber was built sturdy, broad in the chest and shoulders - his ridiculous hair was nearly to his elbows, and his mouth was smudged with the black make-up. Graverobber's face was slightly pink, an injection of colour in a normally pale visage, and the sight of him slowly penetrating himself was an image that he knew wasn't ever going to leave him; it sent a spike of heat through Nathan, and he watched the other man as he used his hands to push Graverobber down another inch.
 
The scavenger shuddered, funneling his desire to tense to his shoulders and neck. It felt good, different from fingers both in size and in the thought that this was Nathan's dick in him. Graverobber took a deep, shaky breath, artificial lungs hitching slightly in a near-silent wheeze. His doctor was in him, not with hands that couldn't fully appreciate the tight feel of his muscles, but properly fucking him. Something in his chest tightened and relaxed and, for a moment, he couldn't look Nathan in the face, had to drop his head so he wouldn't see those clear eyes behind dorky frames.

He had thought, after all, that he could control the affectionate little moments, the few intimate actions like the meeting of noses and the painless kisses. But this, he thought as he leaned forward to stable himself, hands reaching for bony shoulders, this was even worse. Graverobber wasn't even sure he could call it a proper fuck, not when his heart vacated his chest and ended up somewhere around the level of his Adam's apple as he raised his head.

"Just a little more." He swallowed, trying to force the lump out of his throat. His voice had gone ragged in a way that a detail-focused observer might notice it hadn't before: he was almost choked up. It wasn't his fault. It was Nathan's: the way the man was looking so intently at him, the flush on his cheeks and his greying hair fanned out on the pillow and sticking to his forehead. Nervously, he reached over with one hand to brush some of the strays back, noting how large his hand (nails still stained with dirt that never left) was against the older man's cheekbones.
 
Nathan was watching the other man carefully, focusing on his features until he ducked his head, looking away; he couldn't say why, but the doctor felt his own heart jump slightly, moreso when Graverobber looked at him again - and his voice sounded strange, unlike him. It was still the rumbling baritone, but there was something new there, and it wasn't just lust, it was something else entirely.

And he realized what it was when Graverobber's hand went to his face, brushed away some of the hair, left him realizing that the way the other man was touching him and avoiding his eyes - it truly was intimate, not just Graverobber's attempt to give Nathan something he hadn't had for years. The scavenger was actually feeling it, the way Nathan was, even if neither of them wanted to admit it or acknowledge it, somewhere along the way this strange thing between them had warped and changed. He wasn't sure if this was the best or the worst thing that could happen considering their lives, but there was an odd sort of hope welling up inside of the doctor even as he realized the danger behind it.

Hope was crushed so easily, where they were.

He wanted to hold onto it though.

He kissed Graverobber's palm and wrist, but he said nothing, not wanting to break the fragility of the other man's tenderness. He pushed the other man down further, slowly, a little at a time, another shudder running through his entire body, his thumbs moving in slow circles on Graverobber's hips.
 
Graverobber swallowed audibly, gaze never leaving Nathan's face. The little kisses were spun of the same fragile stuff as the soft touch to the doctor's forehead and he couldn't help but stare. Worst of all, he wasn't chased off by these little expressions of affection, no, he actually wanted more.

It was Nathan's fault.

At least, that's what he told himself as the doctor pulled him down a little further, pausing for, he assumed, him to get used to the feeling. Instead, he was torturing the dealer, making him squirm and his muscles tighten in an attempt to convince Nathan to go deeper. God. The older man had set a miserably slow pace one that had him panting by the time the good doctor was finally sheathed in him entirely.

"Fuck," he whispered, head hanging as he tried to adjust. Nathan was large; he'd known that from the beginning, but having the man's cock in his hand or even down his throat was not the same as up his ass. The stretching burned, leaving him with the feeling that if he moved too fast, his doctor would split him in half. He smiled crookedly, face tight with a feeling that was just a little too much to be pleasure. "What did your, ah." Graverobber rocked back, testing the motion. "Parents feed you as a kid?"

Once he was a little more used to the girth, he leaned forward, pressing a breathless kiss to Nathan's mouth, hands massaging the older man's shoulders kindly.
 
He felt Graverobber tightening around him and the sensation made part of Nathan want to throw the other man down onto his back and fuck him senseless, but the other part - the over-riding one right then - wanted him to take his time with this.

And he did; he was painfully slow with easing himself into the other man, inch by inch, careful not to go too fast or push too far at the risk of hurting Graverobber, and by the time he was fully inside of him, the scavenger's breathing had gone ragged and Nathan forced himself to stay still, let the other man adjust to it. This lasted until Graverobber rocked his hips back, and Nathan's hips twitched up again in reaction, a short little thrust that had him biting back a groan,

"Vegetables. You should try them some time." Nathan managed to get out, his voice slightly strained; he responded to the kiss eagerly, and as Graverobber's hands went to his shoulders, he pressed his fingers into the man's hips and gave another shallow thrust into him, purely because, right then, he wanted to feel the other man gasp against his mouth.
 
Graverobber ground down into that thrust, inhaling sharply. Sometimes, his doctor had a sadistic streak a mile wide, and that little thrust was one of them. After so long of just getting used to Nathan being inside him and the feel of being stretched to his limit, movement was a blessing. Besides, this was a good sort of sadism, the sort that Nathan could enjoy with a smile on his face.

That shouldn't have made him feel good, but it did.

Nathan's fault, he reminded himself, sitting back to put his full weight into impaling himself. He hissed, fingers sliding down a thin, lightly haired chest. "Didn't know vegetables give kids giant dicks," he bit out, rolling his hips backwards and forwards with a soft sigh. Nathan's hands on his hips were warm and reassuringly heavy, his hair tickling his back and sides and the soft cotton sheets felt fantastic under his knees. "You're in charge, remember," he breathed, muscles tightening as he smiled mockingly.
 
The soft inhale of breath, the indication that Graverobber enjoyed the shallow thrust was enough to cause a small flicker of a smile on the doctor's face, though it faded into a gritting of his teeth as he felt the man's muscles contract around him again; he closed his eyes, head leaning back for an instant at the gentle rocking of the other man's hips, taking in the sensation before opening his eyes again. Right then, they were startlingly clear, watching Graverobber intently and his hands put pressure onto the other man's hips to lift him slightly, pulling him up several inches, then pressing him back down, lifting his own hips at the same time to increase the contact.

One hand slipped away from Graverobber's hip for a moment, just long enough that he could rub the rough callouses of his palm against the underside of the scavenger's length, a quick, teasing touch that offered a brief friction before moving back to his hip.
 
Another hiss. It still burned some but nothing compared to how good it felt. Nathan managed to scrape along his prostate, drawing out a low moan of an almost desperate pleasure. Graverobber wasn't used to taking his time and the slow burn was killing him, especially since he seemed incapable of looking away from the older man's eyes, which were as clear as clean glass and lit up something he couldn't name. It was the same thing that made his heart flutter unhealthily in his chest.

He leaned over to catch one of Nathan's nipple's between his teeth, sucking and biting until it was a healthy color (the man was colorless otherwise, just like his house, save for the times they were touching each other) and pebbled between his lips. "You feel so good," he rasped, trying to coax sounds from his lo-- his doctor as he pushed down reflexively. The scavenger simply couldn't keep still.
 
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