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Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

A low sound escaped Graverobber when he pushed himself in deep, and he knew from the neediness of the sound that he had hit the man's prostate, but any attempt to hit that spot again was foiled when the man leaned down over him and bit down on his nipple, causing the doctor to arch and let out a shuddering gasp beneath him. God, that felt good - but this just wouldn't do, Graverobber was distracting him, making things fuzzy - he needed to gain back some semblance of his self-control, and when the other man pushed his hips down again, Nathan used his legs for leverage, drawing up a bizarre amount of strength to practically toss Graverobber down onto his back. He made quick work of the shift, pushing his hands onto Graverobber's shoulders to stop any initial protest, pausing to look over the man's face.

In this particular position, their bodies ended up closer, he was leaning in enough so their chests were touching, and he brought his mouth to Graverobber's throat to place a series of warm kisses to the cords of his neck and along his collarbone, circling around his pulse; Nathan slid his hips forward again, aiming for the spot that had made Graverobber moan before, intending to take full advantage of his position.
 
There was no protest. Graverobber lay there, not docilely (in fact, while Nathan took a moment to look him over, the scavengerâ??s nails scrapped along thin sides in an attempt to tease out another of those shaky breaths) but entirely comfortable with the switch as if he had expected it. And he had; his doctor was not one to lie back and let someone else do the work unless he had his hands tied back.

What he hadn't expected was that Nathan would manage to find an even more intimate position. He should have, though, he thought as the older man leaned down to press their chests together. His legs were pulled up almost painfully but not enough that he even considered moving, not when he could feel the flutter of Nathan's heart. The dealer shivered, Nathan's mouth having the odd effect of making him want to both relax and tense up at the same time though the cock moving in him was thankfully much simpler to understand. "Fuck," he hissed, reaching up to tangle a hand in damp, greying hair, hips rocking into the older man's thrust. Nathan was doing pretty damn good for a straight guy who hadn't, outside of this week, had sex since his kid was born, and it was unwinding the vulture. He was trying to get more without being sure of what it was he wanted.

Careful, nervous fingers skittered along Nathan's jaw, feeling rough hairs and skin lined by age, so very different than the soft, young, scarred flesh he was used to, and he couldn't help but pull him up again for a deep kiss. This. This was what he wanted more of. The grave robber shuddered, hating himself for that sudden desire, a horrific weakness he was becoming accustomed to.
 
The muscles on Nathan's sides twitched in reaction to the nails raking across the skin and a small groan escaped him before he hooked his arms beneath Graverobber's legs, lifting so his hips would angle upwards, and he leaned his head into the other man's hand, enjoying the sensation of his fingers slipping over his skin and through his hair - he realized just then that his forehead was slightly damp, that some of his hair was sticking to his skin. He also realized there was a dampness on Graverobber's chest, and he placed a kiss in the dip on his collarbone, then swiped his tongue along it, tasting sweat.

The fingers on his jaw made him look up again, his thick-framed glasses slightly askew and he was pulled into a kiss which he responded to enthusiastically and he leaned down over the other man, pressing their mouths together harder, more pressure but no pain, and he pushed his tongue against Graverobber's.
 
Nathan might not talk audibly like Graverobber did, but the scavenger had figured out that his eyes were loud. He managed to tug the black frames off his face, clumsily catching them on the older man's ears. His dexterity was long gone, evaporated under that clear gaze and warm body. They clicked along the bedside table where he tossed them carelessly, then a little louder as they hit the floor, but the younger man didn't give a damn, not when Nathan was pressing him into the bed and he could still feel the path the doctor's tongue had taken across his collarbone. The idea that Nathan had actually tasted something so very physical and human as sweat was enough to make him squirm.

"God damn it, Doc," he grumbled in a way that might have been described as 'irritable' if he didn't immediately gasp. Nathan wasn't moving much, but his own twitching and twisting had sent his nerves on fire. He pressed kiss to Nathan's lips, then another to his cheek and his jaw lazily. "Hurry and fuck me."
 
Thankfully Nathan's eyes had never been so bad that he couldn't function without his glasses - he was aware he could get his vision corrected, of course, but some part of him wanted to cling to that physical flaw, didn't want to have any part of him altered by GeneCo so long as he could help it. It had occurred to him before, though, that his vision seemed to change at night, where normally the world was slightly softer without his glasses, when he donned the suit and went out into the night and let Repo take over he found he was hyper aware, and the details of his vision were intense - it was as though the world had taken on a new sharp focus.

But now, the slight softness on the edge of his sight was welcomed; it meant he wasn't allowing the darkness to take over, that it was just him and Graverobber, that Repo wasn't crawling up to try and take over again.

His clear eyes flickered over Graverobber's face and a soft laugh escaped him at the man's command, he lifted Graverobber's legs just a little higher then, and jerk his hips forwards hard once, aiming for that wonderful spot inside of him, and he drew them back with painful slowness before pushing into him again, this time far enough that their hips connected.

"I'm in no rush," Nathan said against Graverobber's lips, a small smile appearing on his face; he was teasing, torturing the man the way he so thoroughly enjoyed doing.
 
Oh, no. Graverobber heard the laugh and knew that he was sexually doomed. There was none of the fumbling from earlier on Nathan's part; no, the man was all control, even when he was currently inside a rather tight dealer that was wiggling in an attempt to shake that control.

The first jerk dragged a needy rasp of a groan from his throat, Nathan's cock slipping across his prostate with more force and accuracy than a penis should have. It was entirely unfair. Even worse was how he drew out the outward slide, keeping his movements slow and steady in a way the scavenger wasn't even sure was human. No man should be that serene during sex, not when Graverobber was on his back falling apart. Somehow, Nathan seemed even longer as he pulled out and Graverobber tried to think about how this could be in a pitiful attempt to pick up some of his own self control.

That went out the window with the second thrust.

Graverobber cried out, feeling the sharp angle of Nathan's hip bone and shivering at the older man's voice. "I-I see that," he managed breathlessly, unable to suck down enough air to even try to kiss his doctor again. "Sure you can't speed up a little more?" His body was winding up, tensing as he anticipated the next movement of slender hips.
 
God, that sound was wonderful - the noise that escaped Graverobber when their hips connected was fantastic, and the way the man was shuddering and twitching beneath him told him that this particular pace, right then, was perfect.

"I could," Nathan murmured, and he was surprised at how steady his own voice was, because his mind was split between the option of wanting to keep up this agonizingly slow pace, and wanting to fuck Graverobber into the mattress - but the doctor was a patient, strong-willed man, and with the control in his hands, he would make this pace last until he saw fit to give the other man relief.

He did, however, let one arm curl around so he could grasp Graverobber's length with his rough hand, and he stroked him with too gentle fingers, his hips rocking forward for a few more shallow thrusts,

"But I think you would have to ask very nicely." he said, and the smile broadened as he recalled that Graverobber had made him break down into begging to be fucked - he would like very much to force the same thing out of the other man.
 
Nathan's voice was low, though nothing like the gravelly tone of Repo: no, there was humor here, and vocal cords that were barely used as he spoke, and Graverobber was writhing just because of that voice.

Not good.

He hissed at the sudden, gentle touch. It was too much and not enough and it was driving him nuts as quickly as that uneven pace was. "I think I've said 'please' enough, Doc," he responded cheekily, darkened lips curling as he pressed a kiss to that smile. After all, he couldn't just give in. That'd be no fun. No, he knew he was already lost, but he had to at least give a good fight.

"Can't have you thinking begging is a normal thing for me," he added, tugging on the older man's earlobe with his teeth.
 
"You do, do you?" Nathan replied, eyebrows rising, and he ran his tongue along the scavenger's lipstick smeared bottom lip, kissed along his cheekbone, "I can't say I agree."

He drew in a small breath when Graverobber's teeth found his ear, and he pulled away enough so he could attack the man's throat again; the skin there was abused from their previous encounters, and in keeping with the current gentleness, he only placed kisses and soft nips on the bruised skin, not enough to mark him further however. He rolled his hips lazily against Graverobber's, rocking against him with enough pressure to make him ache for more, but refusing to give him enough friction or consistency - yet, anyways.

"But your voice is very compelling when you're desperate," he added, his voice heavy with lust now, a gentle murmur as he tugged at Graverobber's length a few more times, enjoying himself far too much when he knew he should have been feeling at least some amount of frustration - after going so long without sex, he had thought his self control would leave him entirely, but while he was in control of the situation, he found he could stretch this out, though he knew his willpower would give in eventually.
 
Just his luck. He'd get Nathan talking and all the man used his wonderful voice for was to get the Graverobber to beg. It was a low blow. Worse was how he kept coming short of giving the scavenger what he wanted, from the gentle kisses (Graverobber didn't know if you could count anything that didn't bruise as a kiss; after all, before Nathan, everything had hurt just a little bit if not more) to the shallow thrust. He wasn't sure how the old man had done it, but he seemed to know exactly where his prostate was and exactly how deep he could go before giving Graverobber enough to make him see stars.

"Bastard," he breathed, body twitching in time with Nathan's hand. His doctor had figured out exactly how to play him; even though tonight was supposed to be gentle, he'd been wrong in thinking that gentle didn't mean 'arousing because his doctor had decided to pull out the stops on sadism'.

And that voice. Graverobber might have whimpered, only he called it 'groaning' and acknowledged none of the desperation that was actually there.

"Please, Nathan," he whispered, willpower disappearing pleasantly. He'd have to learn to fight for longer, because having those clear, steady eyes looking at him from a face that was flushed from exertion and lust was too good. Long arms came up to cross lazily behind the older man's head as he rumbled into his ear, only half-teasingly: "I'm your bitch this morning. Make me feel it for the rest of the day."
 
Another soft laugh from Nathan; he was getting used to being called a 'bastard' lately, it seemed to be Graverobber's favourite term of endearment for him at this point, though he acknowledged it usually only came up when he really was being one - sexually torturing the man at the time, usually. He felt Graverobber twitching against him and knew that he would be reaching an almost painful sort of stimulation at that point, so he stopped using his hand on him for a few moments to let him wind down just a little - admittedly, because Nathan enjoyed the act of winding him up all over again.

And then there was the whisper in his ear, the arms pulling him down close, and the breath against his neck. A shudder ran through the doctor because of what Graverobber had said, and he was thankful that his head was off to the side right then because he had to close his eyes for a moment to collect himself. When he made eye contact with Graverobber again, there was a new sort of lust in his eyes, darker than it had been before, and then he was lifting Graverobber's hips again, pushing their mouths together, and he thrust into the other man again, gently first, letting that thrust linger for a moment before pulling back once more and beginning a steady rhythm, a succession of harder thrusts into the scavenger's tight body.
 
Graverobber chuckled lowly, feeling the tremble in his doctor. So he liked that, did he? The dealer filed that fact away, though he wasn't all that surprised. No, Nathan loved control and he secretly loved a little bit of improper depravity. And as long as he knew what the older man wanted, the dealer had control.

It was his turn to shudder, not just at the dark look his doctor gave him, but because of how that thought slid like an ice cube down his spine. Where Nathan instinctively wanted to put Graverobber in the position of the patient, Graverobber wanted his, his lover as a junkie, not an equal. And that would just lead to him despising the old man and his soft moments, and Graverobber didn't want that.

The kiss gave him enough courage, or maybe it was the thrusts, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he murmured in a voice that bordered on sotto voce, "Just like that, lover." The word felt awkward on his tongue and part of him practically panicked at the term. 'Bastard' was an okay endearment, so was 'Doc'; you could call anyone you were fucking that (not that he did; 'Doc' was exclusively Nathan now). He clenched down around Nathan, hoping to distract him from the slip.
 
He had been focusing on the wonderful twitches and shudders moving through Graverobber, had been focusing on the thrusts and hitting that spot deep inside of Graverobber each time, concentrating on the kiss and the way the man tasted - the mix of lipstick and something else that was just the scavenger. He was stroking him in time with the thrusts then, privately enjoying the smooth skin against the rough callouses of his palm -

- and then there came that slip. It was enough to halt Nathan entirely for a moment, though he jerked when Graverobber's muscles tightened around him, eyes closing for a moment before he opened them wide again and studied the other man. For an instant, he wasn't certain he had heard what he thought he did, that perhaps he had been mistaken, but no - he had heard right.

Graverobber had called him 'lover'.

It was sudden; a 100-watt smile lit up the doctor's face in a way he couldn't help, but Graverobber would only see it for the instant between that time and when he kissed the man again, bringing his arms up to go around the scavenger's shoulders and gather him up close, one hand in the man's hair while he began to rock his hips forward again.
 
Oh, God, he heard it. Graverobber stared back, trying to cut down on the squirming (because having Nathan in him with his dick pressed against his prostate was just as annoying as waiting on a sneeze, only in a much, much different fashion) and the panic that suddenly assaulted him. Maybe he shouldn't have said it. Maybe his doctor was angry; after all, he had his wife (sorta) and his kid (completely) and he didn't need some dirty peddler there save for the odd fuck. His heart nearly stopped as he watched that furrow of total concentration appear between his doctor's clear, clear eyes.

And then dissolve into a smile that made his heart stop for an entirely different reason, a flash of light in an otherwise dim existence.

Nathan saved him from saying anything else that was heart-stoppingly embarrassing, at least until he uncovered the scavenger's mouth. Something about being held while being fucked was doing odd things to his brain, and Graverobber whispered the endearment again, hands splayed out on Nathan's back.
 
The kiss lasted until Nathan had no breath left, and he broke it only because he would need oxygen before he could kiss the man again; he kept his arms around Graverobber, one still in his hair, the other slipping down to the small of his back, fingers pressing against his skin. There had always been a strange sort of passion when they got eachother into bed, but there was a new element to it this time - it was the addition of tenderness, an acknowledgement from both of them that there was perhaps more to this than either of them had cared to explore.

And the sound of that simple word slipping from Graverobber's mouth - for a second time - caused Nathan to smile against the other man's jaw, and he kissed along it several times,

"Lover." Nathan agreed quietly, his voice thick with pleasure as he continued to thrust into Graverobber, the rhythm steady again, earnest because he wanted to bring the other man to the edge now, wanted to feel the shudders run through him.
 
Graverobber dug his fingers into the older man's back at the response. It sounded... sounded good hearing it from Nathan, who seemed to lack none of the awkwardness with the word that Graverobber had had. It slipped from his lips easily in that voice saturated with pleasure (and not all of it simply physical), whereas the scavenger still stumbled around the words like he was pronouncing sounds he'd never encountered before.

He meant to slip a hand down, once he was able to pull his hands from Nathan's back, but the way the muscles shifted under skin, tensed and relaxed, distracted him. It didn't matter. The scavenger's orgasm snuck on him, made him hiss and pull Nathan down as he came, holding the man in a death grip, one hand still on his back and the other in his hair.

His wide face was wet against Nathan's own damp neck.
 
Nathan had meant to do the same, to move his hand down and bring Graverobber to completion that way, but he too was caught off-guard by the other man's sudden orgasm; he was yanked down, his body flush against the other man and the sensation of flesh and muscle and heat was incredible, and he could feel the scavenger's chest hair against his skin - some part of him still told him it was strange, but right then it was just another part of the sensations, a part of Graverobber that he appreciated.

He felt Graverobber's hands tense, one on his back, palm pressing into his muscles, the other with fingers clenching into his hair, and then the feeling of the other man's muscles contracting around him, and Nathan let out a low moan, gave a few more deep thrusts before his own orgasm hit him, and his arms stayed around Graverobber as he came, and he shuddered against him.

And when he came down from it - in fact, while he was coming down from it - he was placing kisses along Graverobber's forehead and cheekbone, moving his hands up and down the man's sides.
 
Once he could, Graverobber burrowed into Nathan's neck, almost hiding. It was too much; too much kindness, too much gentleness, too much of something almost like romance and it was killing the scavenger. He sucked in a lungful of air, breath coming in a sort of rickety wheeze that hurt. No, it wasn't the air: his chest simply hurt, felt too full, like the fear from last night.

Only this was different. It felt almost good, but it was just as dangerous, just as likely to tear out each of his claws one by one and leave him defenseless.

Another shudder of a breath as he tried to slow his heart down. He could feel it in his ears, his fingers, his ass where Nathan was still in him. He shivered against the older man, keeping him pressed so he didn't have to show his face again. His eyes stung. A vein on his doctor's neck pulsed against his lips, letting the scavenger, if he wanted to, determine the man's heart rate (Graverobber went with the very scientific and precise description 'very fast') and the hands on his sides only made the burn worse.

"Doc," he whispered helplessly. He was lost. He was absolutely lost.
 
Nathan heard the gasp of air, and while part of him knew it was a sign he had impacted the scavenger with their activities and took it as a good thing, another part didn't like the sound at all - it reminded him of what was to come, of the surgery that would happen shortly to replace those aging, rundown lungs that had been put in so long ago. His hands slid up to Graverobber's chest, rubbed at his pectorals in a slow, soothing motion as though to inject heat into the spot.

He pressed the side of his face against Graverobber's; Nathan found himself acknowledging that he needed to shave - there was a small amount of stubble on his chin now, a five o'clock shadow because he had neglected it for a day or two - he wondered how dishevelled he must have looked right then, but also found he didn't care very much.

But there was a strange tone in the other man's voice right then - it sounded almost insecure; vulnerable.

Nathan wasn't about to give him a reason to further that feeling; instead, he leaned his head back enough so he could brush their lips together, heart-breakingly tender. Like every other time, he found himself treating this like the last - he could never be certain of whether this would happen again, given the nature of their odd relationship and their lifestyles, he wanted to absorb the details now, remember them because life was never stable enough to ensure that a person would be there the next day.
 
If Nathan meant to chase away that feeling, he was doing a poor job of it. The grave robber shivered, his hands both tangled in the older man's hair. The kiss left him with a feeling of ... not failure, really, because some part of him was telling him that it was a fantastic feeling, but just absolute surrender.

He didn't like it. Mostly because it felt too good, and he knew that anything that felt that good was bad for you. Zydrate, condom-less sex with whores that knew what they were doing (such as Sweet) and greasy foods, all of it, crap for you. "What are you doing to me?" Graverobber asked, and tried to inject some of his characteristic cockiness to his words, but his voice was still rough from sex and that unidentified feeling.

There was still the matter of Nathan in him; the young man peeled himself away, hands slipping down to rub at the ball of Nathan's shoulders. The muscles there were well-defined, just like the rest of him, and he pulled a hand up to kiss at a thin wrist. "You're not planning on getting up, are you?" he asked against the thin bones and wiry tendons, looking up with eyes that were even larger now from the smear of eyeliner and shadow.
 
"I'm not sure I have an answer for that," Nathan replied, raising his eyebrows at the other man before leaning his head into Graverobber's hands, enjoying the warmth of his fingers for the moment they were there, and then enjoying the palms against his shoulders even more. He let out a small, satisfied sigh at the kiss on his wrist, and he allowed himself to relax against Graverobber then, privately marvelling at the sensation of a solid body beneath his own.

"Eventually," Nathan reasoned, and looked at Graverobber, finding the man was looking at him with what were suddenly doe eyes - his make up was smeared around his eyes and on his lip, a smudge of black lipstick running from his bottom lip to his chin, and Nathan brought a thumb up to touch at the spot, but not to rub it away. For some reason, he found he liked it that way, possibly because he knew he was the one who had caused it.

"But not for some time." he added, his thumb slipping up to run beneath Graverobber's eye, then up to stroke over his brow bone.
 
"This is the second time you've slept in on account of me, if I remember," he said, grinning wickedly.

Doe eyes. He would have killed Nathan if he heard the older man describe him like that. Instead, he merely closed his eyes, letting the older man... pet him, a big cat without his teeth. Or, better, a hyena that wasn't giggling to itself. In any animal metaphor, he was quickly melting into a boneless lump that simply didn't care about the fact that he had nearly cried into Nathan's neck.

"Good," he added warmly, pulling away. That motion finally had Nathan slipping out of him, making him groan throatily, and he pushed up to get the man on his side. The scavenger managed to pull up the sheets, bedding down next to his... doctor, a little closer than needed.
 
"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." Nathan replied drily, stroking back down to Graverobber's jaw before he allowed himself to be moved to the side; for a moment, there was an awkward shift, and he managed to subtly remove the condom and dispose of it without needing to untangle himself entirely from the sheets. He was still going to have to get used to the whole - having sex concept, because there were parts of it he had forgotten about, like the general stickiness of it all.

Nathan settled back into the bed, relaxed into it as best as he could, and he felt the other man move in close to him; the dampness on his throat hadn't gone unnoticed, when Graverobber had buried his face there - but Nathan would say nothing regarding it.

He was aware Graverobber would need to see Bankole soon, but they had some time; just right then, it didn't seem any amount would be enough.
 
"We're both making them, Doc," Graverobber said cheekily, flinging a lazy arm out over the doctor's chest, enjoying the slight stickiness of sweaty skin and the rough contrast of hair. "I'm going to be walking funny all day." The scavenger flitted between the desire to continue the nearly-loving atmosphere of before or return to something a little more casual.

The casual won out, but even then, when he reached down to grab the doctor, he pressed a few gentle kisses to the older man's neck and whispered fondly, "I told you I'd get you in." Graverobber sounded pleased with himself, as if being fucked by the other was an accomplishment. Warm, smeared lips and a chin that was just as rough with stubble nuzzled into Nathan's neck. "So what are you not telling me about, lover?" he asked lowly. It was a bit of a below-the-belt move, but the dealer was nosy. Plus, meetings with Old Ray never went well.
 
"I did notice that," Nathan acknowledged drily and found that he had to struggle for concentration, even over-stimulated and having just orgasmed, he found he was still distracted by Graverobber's touches, so his response wasn't particularly well thought out, "I was definitely - in."

He looked sheepish for a moment, then gave up caring about how articulate he was, because the feeling of the other man mouthing at his neck was too nice to ignore. The doctor let his eyes close to the sensation, one hand stroking lightly at Graverobber's chest, exploring the strangeness of the particularly ample body hair; he heard the question and recognized the tone, recognized the sneakiness behind it, but he didn't open his eyes up,

"I think we've established there's very little I can keep from you." he replied crisply.
 
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