2010-05-29 07:01 am (UTC)
Booster's relaxed and ready, but Ted still goes slow, pausing whenever he feels the slightest resistance. They've had plenty of fast, messy, reckless fucks, but not tonight. Tonight he's taking his time. He sinks in deep, and Booster whispers his name, and this might be heaven.
Wrapping one arm around Booster's waist, Ted leans forward against his back, pressing down till Booster folds flat against the bed. There's not much leverage like this, and he can't be too forceful, but the tradeoff is Booster's whole body pressed against his, and that's worth it.
He's not sure where this mood came from, but all he can do is take Booster gently, reverently, rocking him into the mattress and pressing his mouth against Booster's shoulder. Beneath him, Booster rolls his hips encouragingly, tilts his head to the side so Ted can see the look of dazed bliss on his face, and Ted kisses his cheek and nibbles his ear while he pants out happy nonsense.
"Ted, god, please - so good, please, don't stop..."
The only problem with the way they're arranged now is that Ted can't really get a hand under Booster to touch him, but that doesn't seem to matter; Booster is grinding his hips against the mattress with every thrust, and Ted can feel the tremors that go through him, little shocks of motion that make Ted's eyes roll back and his nerves spark. Booster brings shaky hands up to thread into Ted's hair, pressing him down close, and Ted clings to Booster's hips and pants against his neck.
He knows Booster's coming well before it actually happens; Booster's stream of pleas and moans gets more and more incoherent, and he writhes under Ted, fingers flexing restlessly in his hair. Ted rocks in harder, again, again, till finally Booster gasps out his name and trembles around him, eyelids fluttering. The way he shudders and clenches is more than Ted can stand, and he's not far behind, pressing his head into Booster's shoulder and letting it wash over him.
He doesn't want to move, so for a long while he doesn't.
Finally, he slides out and rolls off to the side, resolving to clean up later, some time when Booster isn't pulling him in and kissing sloppily at his cheek.
"That," he says, still breathless, "was not 'a little' seducing."
Ted grins. "I didn't check my math."
"Some scientist you are."
"I should," Booster declares, lazily nipping his chin. "You've got money."
"Oh, right," Ted says with a chuckle, "and what's the charge?"
"Sexual harassment. Staring at my ass in the workplace."
"Please. I just like your costume."
Booster's still laughing when they kiss.