Título: Cortejando terquedades.
Fandom: Original
Advertencias/Spoilers: Rating: R. Slash.
Personajes/Parejas: Hans / Vincent.
Summary: Maybe that's why he liked Vincent ... Hans loved him so much as at the time wanted a new toy or cake dough. _________
Vincent liked the first time. Not like epic stories of "love at first sight, much less. When Hans met Vincent, a child was no longer sitting on the lap of her sister to hear stories of fantasy. He was not the child's father or mother's baby, nor was the brother Zeit.
an ex-convict was banished by his family, who still sounded freedom to foreign word. There was little of that child he had the world at his feet with a single sentence that could get whatever you want. Maybe that's why he liked Vincent, because in those eyebrows arched with disdain and in those wrinkled lips in a grimace of annoyance, was a challenge. Hans loved him so much as at the time wanted a new toy or cake dough.
I wanted for him. So decided, so simple and complex at once.
scampering around the corridors Vincent was not complicated, not snoop on your reading, looking over his shoulder. Vincent was angry again and again. Every time Hans was approaching, he ran to seek refuge away, repel, with all the energy I had. That was great, Hans never met a child so persistent stubbornness bordering all its actions.
Maybe it was that the push to continue, if Vincent was stubborn in rejecting, the more it would be him to satisfy his whim. The first time I tasted her lips was the force could not be otherwise, Vincent almost hits you face. The second time, complaints received a push to remove him. On the third occasion there was no push, but complaints and cries.
"Idiot", "asshole", "Who do you think you are?" Several of the many phrases that Hans listened again and again. Until the words were expenses, lost its force and threat, getting entangled on the lips of Vincent that hooked in hers, furiously biting, complaining now silent.
"It's just sex okay? ...- only that was all Vincent said, eyebrows arched and mouth twisted in disbelief. Hans smiled, though the shadows do not leave physical details.
- Are you listening, dammit ...?- but before he could say anything else, Hans copied to the tales of his sister Vincent silenced with a kiss. She pressed her lips against his chin, making water contact shudder. He smiled again Vincent while taking the waist.
"You talk too much, mein kind ...- just whispered in his mother tongue, kissing him again before the complaints flooded the narrow room. Between strokes and complaints, bites and groans, the bodies fell to the ground, Vincent quivering under him, her bare back on the fine stone floor.
felt the expectant look, all I could hear was an incessant panting. Mixing in a single breath. Hans smiled triumphantly before Vincent's legs apart and licked the crotch.
his, he said, as a precious treasure whom greed, finally yours. Worst of all, while licking the erection, he knew he was not willing to share.
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