Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy felt himself pressed down to the bed, rocking in the opposite time as he worked up enough sense to control his hips. The rest of the headboard was blown up in the process, though.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smirked as some debris passed his ear. "Cher, you always get so worked up?"

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie made a face like a cringe. "Can't help it," he admitted slowly. "Dunno when somethin's gonna set me off."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He practically purred as he pressed slowly against the boy's groin, grinding against it. "Mmmm...Gambit like dat already."

[Silver Nephilim]

He jerked up, wincing slightly and gasping. "Dammit, y'friggin crawdad sucker..." He shivered, blushing and biting his lip. "Heavy, y'heavy..."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He grinned even more. "Mmmm...den does cher wanna be on top?"

[Silver Nephilim]

Jean blinked. "On top?" He blinked again, mulling slowly. "Okay." He rolled over into the other position. He looked down, feeling his face burn once more. What now?

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smirked and rubbed something between the boy's cheeks. "Now, de fun begins...."

[Silver Nephilim]

Th'wha'-- He let out a startled scream as sharp pain lanced through his a**, doubling up and gritting his teeth, digging his nails into the man's shoulder. "Wh-WHAT THE HELL!!" he shrieked, whimpering.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit stroked his chest gently, trying to soothe him. "Calm yo'self down now, cher. Gambit done nothing yet, ma petit." He smiled as he slowly moved against him, sliding between him a bit. "Does dis feel good, baby?"

[Silver Nephilim]

Jean shuddered. "Feels like y'got a poker stickin up m'a**." He laughed softly. "Dunno if'n tha' feels good t'ya, much less t'me. Never ha'tha' done t'me m'self."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He grinned, slowly beginning to stimulate him gradually. "Just take it slow, cher."

[Silver Nephilim]

He nodded, digging in his nails again. "S-sor-reh." He squeezed his eyes shut, accidentally scorching the sheets and wincing.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit coughed and tried to clear the air, all the covers burnt to ash. "Hmm...Maybe we bettah save dis fo' later, oui? Prolly 'bout time I got you to da mansion."

[Silver Nephilim]

Jean nodded slowly, crawling off Gambit and pulling on his underwear and jeans as quickly as he could, lest he reinact Hiroshima in the hotel room. He blinked as he felt something ruffle through his hair. "So, wha's this mansion place like? Tha' bald guy rich or somethin'?"