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Her Mistake, His Fortune: Oneshots	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Far Cry Series Views: 516 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not again. This is really the only thing he can think at the moment. Not again. Thinking it isn't going to help though. Citra has managed to send him back, for a second time. After months of time spent with Vaas, preparing to do a complete takeover of the Rook Islands and it had all gone down the drain in a fucking instant.
They are on the beach, his brothers and friends, having just landed. He knows if he checks his phone it will have all the videos from before on it. So where the fuck does that leave him? Improvisation. That's where. Glancing towards them, he doesn't bother to wonder how they'll react this time. Pretty much like the last fucking time. His gaze lingers on Vincent and a faint scowl flits across his face.
Turning away from the other Americans Jason begins to walk along the beach. He ignores the calls of his name when his siblings and friends notice that he is going off on his own, hands going into the pockets of his pants. The clothes feel weird to him, and there is a slight itch forming on his lower back. He wonders at that, because maybe, just maybe there are things Citra can't change. After several more feet of walking and the sensation persisting he peels off his shirt and chucks it aside. It would have happened anyways. Next goes his shoes and socks, because if there is one thing he is certain of on the Rook Islands it is that he won't have to worry about cutting his feet open while walking the on beach barefoot.
"Jason!" Christ, they're following him.
"I'm fine, Grant. I just feel like taking a walk." He pauses long enough to glance at them over his shoulder. Grant is the closest to him, followed by Riley, Daisy and Liza. "Go enjoy yourselves. I'll be back." Likely with human-trafficking Pirates in tow. He leaves that bit out, because he isn't going to reveal what he knows to them this time.
"I… okay, J. Nice ink, by the way. Never knew you were into tattoos." That brings a faint smile to Jason's lips and he trudges forward with hope fluttering to life in his heart. Citra really needed to be more thorough.
"Are you sure everything's okay, Jason?" Liza lingers, following behind him by a few steps and probably eying the partial Tatau on his back.
"Yes, Liza. I am fine. Everything is good. Go enjoy yourself." Jason's tone comes out slightly curt, but it makes Liza falter and stare after him. After a few more minutes of walking he glances over his shoulder to see that she's retreating back towards the group. Good. Turning his attention back to the empty beach in front of him Jason sighs to himself.
Two hours have passed, he's walked a few miles by now and he starts to wonder if maybe something else has changed. The Pirates should have overtaken him by this point, or maybe they had caught the other Americans and nobody has mentioned him. It's worrisome, and he's tempted to turn back.
His thoughts are interrupted as something- no, someone slams into his back and tackles him to the sand. He barely has enough time to brace himself for the impact and to keep himself from getting a face full of sand. Jason automatically tries to twist around to face his assailant when a mouth clamps down onto his shoulder. Teeth press into the slightly sun-burned skin and he hisses out at the pain of it. Familiar callous roughened fingers trace down his sides before digging into his hips, and God, he knows who it is. "Vaas!"
The mouth releases his shoulder and the weight of another body eases off of him, only for him to be flipped over. He only has a few seconds to take in the sight of Vaas before his mouth is claimed, the pirate lord's fear darkened eyes lightening as relief oozes out of him. Jason returns the fervent kiss and loops his arms around Vaas' neck while he's sifting through all of the emotions that are flooding into him.
Confusion. Lingering fear. Relief. Love. Pure primal need.
Vaas breaks the kiss after a moment and touches his forehead to Jason's, his eyes closing while tears well up at the corners. He is crying and the sight of it angers the American. "I thought… God, I thought none of it had happened." It's the hiccuping sob from Vaas that drives Jason from anger to pure rage.
"Shh… Amante, I'm here. Everything we went through was real, Vaas. Everything." Jason nuzzles their noses together then shifts a little so he can wipe away the tears from Vaas' kohl darkened eyes. "And I'm putting a fucking bullet through Citra's heart so she can't keep doing this." If the bitch even has one.
Vaas laughs bitterly at that and opens his eyes, their color almost back to a warm chocolate shade. "I don't even know how she got me. Must have been because we…" He trails off and claims Jason's mouth for another kiss. It's slow, sweet and so not Vaas' usual style, but Jason understands.
Their bond is one forged between their souls, and that is something that even Citra can't touch. Something she can't understand. Jason belongs to Vaas completely, just as Vaas belongs to him.
"Vaas," Jason breathes against his mouth and wraps his legs around Vaas' waist. His feet lock together at the small of his lover's back and Jason arches up into him, need burning through him. "We need to…" He can barely get the words out as the kiss becomes more demanding, Vaas taking advantage of him trying to speak and delving his tongue into the American's mouth.
Vaas takes his time, one hand straying from Jason's hips to come up and curl under his chin. After several minutes he finally breaks the kiss and swipes his thumb over the American's lips. "Let's just leave for America, cariño. Fuck Citra and fuck Hoyt."
Jason wanted to say no, but straight up leaving is the better option. Citra will get her comeuppance eventually, even if it isn't going to be by his hand. "We have to make sure to bring-"
"Baby Brody's novio, sí. Think they'll hook up again?" Vaas grins down at him and there's hardly any trace of his tears anymore.
Jason wonders at that, because it isn't like they are going to spend months in a human trafficking camp in order to topple the whole operation while wiping out Citra and her Rakyat. Still, it had taken only a week for Riley to catch Jungle Fever, as Vaas called it. "Yeah, they'll hook up."
Vaas' grin becomes subdued and he presses an unusually chaste kiss to Jason's lip. When he pulls back his expression becomes serious, which has Jason blinking. "Will you marry me, Jason?"
Jason does not expect that to come out of Vaas' mouth, not after spending months of planning and plotting Hoyt's demise so that Vaas can ask him that precise question. It is honestly the last thing on his mind. He doesn't have to hesitate though, because they aren't bothering with the trouble. "Yes, Vaas, I'll marry you." It's the easiest answer he's ever given, and as Vaas claims his mouth for another kiss all of the rage he has towards Citra ebbs away. Nothing can ruin this moment.
"Jason!" Except maybe Grant and the rest of the Americans. Thankfully they're a good distance away.
Jason groans as Vaas breaks the kiss and pulls away, the pirate lord cursing under his breath in Spanish. He feels precisely the same way, though he isn't taking it to the extent his lover is. "Hey! There's no need for name calling!"
"I'm trying to get fucking laid!" Vaas scowls down at him, like its his fault there's a search party out for him. Well, it kind of is, but that is so not the point.
"You are not fucking me or making love to me on sand, Vaas! That shit fucking hurts!" Which is what he had tried to indicate earlier before Vaas had decided to dump those life altering questions on him. Sex on the beach, while romantic in theory is not so much in practice. Even with blankets the sand still gets into places it shouldn't.
"I know that! Fuck!" Vaas leans back onto his knees, effortlessly bringing Jason up with him, and returns both hands to the American's hips. It forces Jason to unwrap his legs from around Vaas so that he's straddling him. "Where the fuck are your goddamn clothes?!"
Jason knows precisely what Vaas is talking about, which has him snickering a little. He goes quiet as Vaas' callous roughened hands work their way down the back of his pants to squeeze his ass. Well, not so quiet since he moans, but it is the same fucking difference. "Back at camp," he breathes out and rolls his hips to grind against Vaas. The pirate lord reciprocates the motion, causing Jason to moan at the friction and let his head tilt backt. "Fu-uck!"
"Uh… J?"
"Not right now, Grant." Jason angles his head enough so that he can see his older brother, Riley and their friends clustered behind Grant. He can barely see Liza, who is watching him and Vaas with wide eyes. "Trying to get laid here if you don't mind." Vaas snickers softly and gives his ass another squeeze, making his breath hitch faintly.
"Trying to-Jason, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"Let me handle this, mi reina," Vaas growls low into his ear and follows it with a nip to the lobe. It draws a shiver from Jason, who is all too happy to cede control of the conversation to him. He does so by laying his head on Vaas' shoulder. "Like Jason said, puto, not right fucking now. Your little brother is hot for my dick and I fully intend to deliver on that. I don't care if you want to stay and watch, but I will be tapping this lovely white ass I have in my hands."
"You motherfucker!" Grant goes red in the face with anger and darts towards them with the intention to pummel Vaas, as if Jason isn't there at all.
Jason just stays where he is, a brow arching as Grant trips over seemingly nothing. Unlike the time Vaas had done it to him Grant lands flat on his face. When his brother doesn't move for a moment, though Jason can tell that he's breathing, he shrugs and lifts his head just enough to brazenly lick along Vaas' jaw. "Your Queen is growing impatient, mi rey," he states in a sultry tone and grinds down against Vaas.
"Mm… And what are you going to do about it, mi reina?" Vaas cants his head to the side and stares at Jason with hooded eyes, a smirk turning up the corner of his mouth. A hand retreats from Jason's ass to slide up along his spine. It stops where the Tatau on his back comes to an abrupt end and Vaas' fingers spread out over his inked skin.
"This." Jason scoots backwards, which forces Vaas to let go of him completely, and stands up. He takes a few steps back, hands undoing the button and zipper of his pants before he slowly eases them and his boxers down. With an overtly sly grin he chucks both articles of clothing at Grant, just for the hell of it, who is unfortunate enough to push himself up in time for Jason's boxers to land squarely in his face.
Vaas snickers then rises to his feet, his gaze flitting from Grant to Jason. "Wish I had a camera to capture that moment." He toes his boots and socks off, then strips out of the tank top he's wearing. He leaves his cargoes on and stalks towards Jason, his expression shifting back to feral. "You gonna make me chase you down, Jason?"
Jason gives a lopsided grin instead of responding and makes like he's going to take a step back. The growl that Vaas gives isn't what keeps him from moving away, rather he doesn't want to be chased right now. He's aware that his friends and brothers are still there, gaping at him for the most part. If they don't want to leave then they will get quite the show, that much will be certain.
Vaas grabs him as soon as he's close enough and picks him up with ease. Jason immediately wraps his arms and legs around the pirate lord's neck and waist respectively while Vaas' hands practically mold to his ass. "Such a good little cub." Vaas purrs the words out, his gaze flicking back to their audience momentarily while a near manic grin stretches across his face. Using one arm to keep Jason steady, he brings his now free hand up and presses three fingers to Jason's mouth.
No command is issued, it doesn't need to be because Jason automatically takes Vaas' fingers into his mouth and sucks on them. There's surprisingly no traces of sand, but it's a plus considering where Vaas intends to put those fingers. He takes his time with this task, amusement dancing in his gaze when his lover grows impatient and clicks his tongue.
"Fucking drama queen," Vaas growls and pulls his fingers free of Jason's mouth. They are thoroughly coated in saliva and two are quickly pressed into Jason's ass, which draws a hiss of discomfort from the American. "Oh my god…" Vaas actually looks shocked, and Jason is quickly realizing why.
He has actually forgotten it his damn self, but they are in their former bodies with only magical elements affecting them, like the Tatau he proudly wears. "Goddamnit, Vaas. Yes, virgin ass again." He growls the words out and tries to rock his hips, the motion actually rather hard with their current upright position.
Vaas looks like he wants to make some sort of remark to Grant about that fact, but the nervous clearing of a throat coming from behind Jason stops him. "Carlos! Perfect timing!" His greeting is utterly enthusiastic in spite of the situation, and having his second-in-command show up does not dissuade him at all from what he is doing. He continues pressing his spit-slicked fingers further into Jason's ass and begins to stretch the opening. "Jason, you remember Carlos. Carlos, this is Jason and he is your Queen effective immediately."
Carlos is likely confused as fuck, but Jason knows how the pirate works and he won't question Vaas. Twisting slightly, not very much at all to be honestly, he looks at Carlos over his shoulder and gives him a smile that is reminiscent of one of Vass'. "Carlos, nice to meet you. If you wouldn't mind it at all, would you go back to the main camp and in one of the crates in the main warehouse is a mostly black outfit that consists of a skirt, a cut-off sleeveless shirt, gloves and stockings? If you would bring that and the high-heeled boots back to here, that would be awesome. Oh, and some coconut oil."
Carlos blinks and stares at him for a few seconds then shifts his gaze to Vaas. After another few seconds he gives a silent nod and turns to leave so he can fulfill the slightly random request.
"Oh! Carlos! We're gonna need a sizable boat! Maybe Hoyt's yacht if it's around! We're going to America, so just pack it up with necessities and shit then bring it this way!" Vaas' demand is met with another nod, though this one likely makes more sense to the pirate than Jason's does. "And take Baby Brody with you, Carlos!"
Jason turns to look at their semi-willing audience. Vincent has left, which is fine with Jason. Chances are he is going to get left behind if he doesn't come back. Keith and Oliver are making out, which kind of shocks the hell out of Jason and makes him wonder if they are both high. Riley is watching with a completely red face and a possible nose bleed while Daisy seems to be saying something to Liza who is staring at him and Vaas with an intrigued look on her face. Grant had been frozen on the sand, but at the suggestion that Riley go off with a stranger he is scrambling to get up. Another glance at Riley reveals a confused expression on his face as he looks from Jason and Vaas to Carlos.
Jason watches as Grant face plants on the sand yet again then rolls his eyes as Vaas chuckles low in his throat. "Yeah, Riley, you should go with Carlos. Everything will be-" He falters as Vaas adds the third finger and gives a groan of pain. Clenching his eyes shut, he drops his head to Vaas' shoulder and presses his face against the pirate lord's neck.
"Fine. Everything will be fine, Baby Brody. So run along with Carlos while I take care of my Queen here." Vaas' voice comes out in an almost soothing manner, and within a matter of seconds Jason can hear Riley's footfalls in the sand as he moves to catch up to Carlos. "God, he looks so lost, like a little puppy. An adorable lost puppy."
"That was rather easy," Jason comments in a slightly pained tone. Shifting his head so his face is no longer pressing against Vaas' neck, he opens his eyes and glares up at the pirate lord. "Now move your fingers because I can hardly do anything while I'm wrapped around you like this."
Vaas gives a teasing huff and moves his fingers like Jason asked. "Demanding bitch." He twists his fingers just slightly and pleasure sparks through Jason, dulling out the sharpness of the pain. Jason gives a soft cry that has Vaas probing at his prostate again, a low, throaty chuckle leaving him. "There we go. Got you feeling good, right?"
"Vaas!" Jason gives a keening whimper and tries to press down on Vaas' fingers. Once again their position doesn't allow him much movement and he gives a frustrated growl. "I need something to press against," he hisses out and gives Vaas' shoulder a sharp nip.
"The goddamn trees are twenty feet away!" Vaas' tone is argumentative, but Jason bites down on his shoulder with a deep growl that makes his lover falter and groan in pain. He doesn't ease up one bit, pressing his teeth into Vaas' skin until he draws blood. "Fuck! Fine! You'll get a damn tree for leverage!" He withdraws his fingers from Jason's ass and holds the American by his thighs.
Jason does not relent until Vaas has crossed the twenty feet of sand and his back is up against one of the thicker trees. When he finally lets go of Vaas' shoulder blood trails down the pirate lord's skin from the deep bite that Jason had inflicted. He ignores the faint sting from the sunburn and shifts to lap up the blood that's streaking down Vaas chest.
"Goddamn vampire," Vaas growls in his ear and presses his fingers back into Jason almost maliciously, making him cry out from the pain of it. Pleasure quickly blossoms though as his prostate is found once again and rubbed, soothing the frazzled nerves.
Jason takes a moment to relax then starts on gently licking the bite wound clean. It will definitely scar, and it's the first of many such permanent marks he intends to leave on Vaas. Leaning back against the tree once he has satisfactorily cleaned the bite he gives his lover one of his come-hither smiles. "You're the one who corrupted me, mi rey," he purrs out and slowly licks the blood off of his lips.
Vaas smirks in response and presses his fingers against Jason's prostate one final time before he withdraws them. "You were practically begging for it when you gave yourself to me for life, mi reina." Hiking Jason a bit higher up on his waist Vaas undoes the button and zipper to his cargoes. He pulls his cock free of the cloth then brings his hand up.
Jason catches hold of Vaas' wrist and gives his lover a wanton smile before he laves the palm of his hand with his tongue. Coating the stretch of skin with blood-tinged saliva, he keeps his gaze locked with Vaas' knowing it will affect him that much more. "Mi rey," he croons, letting go of Vaas' wrist now that his palm is sufficiently coated. "I need you in me." It comes out breathily as Vaas makes use of the improvised lubricant, his dark eyes gleaming.
"What was that, Jason? I didn't quite catch what you said." Jason knows full well that Vaas had certainly heard him, and it's the flicker of a purely malicious smile on his lover's face that has him giving a slight roll of his eyes. Vaas wants to piss Grant off some more. Karmic retribution and all. Well fine, if Vaas wants to do it that way.
"Goddamnit, Vaas, I need you in me right fucking now!" Jason's voice is raised, not to get a rise out of his brother like Vaas wants, but because he's getting irritated. He is craving this like no tomorrow, and damn Vaas for that fucking restraint of his.
Vaas grins, all teeth and feral, as Grant screams indecipherably from where he's stuck on the sand. Without any further preamble he eases into Jason slowly, a soft hiss escaping him. "God damn, cariño, you are tight."
Jason gives a hiss of his own and impatiently tightens his legs around Vaas as he shifts just enough to force his lover to slide into him almost entirely. The pain from the action is paltry compared to the overwhelmingly satisfied feeling of having Vaas in him. He gives a low moan while Vaas stiffens completely, his fingers digging into Jason's skin hard enough that it will leave bruises.
"I'm trying to not hurt you, damnit," Vaas grits out in a strained manner, and Jason is extremely aware of the minute quivering of Vaas' muscles that is the result of his lover trying to hold back. Trying and failing.
"Dragón," Jason begins with a coo and a roll of his hips, drawing a low growl from Vaas. The quivering in his muscles has increased, and he knows it will only take one more push to make Vaas snap. His control is tenuous at best. Leaning back towards Vaas, Jason gives him a very light kiss, just a brush of his lips really. "Fóllame duro, Vaas," he mewls with another light, teasing kiss.
The effect is instantaneous. Vaas inhales sharply then grasps Jason by the hips hard. With a deep, inhuman growl he draws out of the American almost entirely then gives a sharp snap of his hips that has Jason clawing at Vaas' back with a keening cry. There's pain, sharp and bright, stealing his breath away and making spots dance in his vision. There's also pleasure, crisp and clear, slowly edging out over the pain and making his head swim in a way he hasn't truly experience before.
Vaas pulls them away from the tree, leaving him complete control over the angle and the pace while Jason can only cling to him. The brutal nature of Vaas' thrusts, coupled with a pace he hadn't thought possible in their current position, is very nearly overwhelming. Jason keens and mewls while he digs his blunt nails into Vaas' back in an effort to simply hang on, his gaze barely able to stay on his lover's face. Pleasure spikes through him like lightning as his prostate is grazed and a piercing moan leaves him. "Vaas!"
"Tha-at's right, Jason. Scream out my name," Vaas pants out with a near savage smile. "Let the whole island hear who you belong to."
Jason gives a shrill moan and rakes his nails across Vaas' back, creating shallow furrows that start oozing blood, at a particularly forceful thrust. Another shorter and harder thrust has him throwing his head back and crying out Vaas' name again. And God, he's getting close. He can feel the pressure building up in his loins. He wants to fight it. Suppress it. It's too soon.
"Don't fight it, Jason," Vaas coos at him breathlessly, as if he's reading his mind. He gives another short and hard thrust, hitting the American's prostate dead on.
Jason gives a keening whimper as his muscles contract and seize, his orgasm ripping through him like a current of electricity. He's only too aware of Vaas' motions becoming frantic, after which the pirate lord only lasts several more thrusts. He spills into Jason with a deep-throated growl and gives a couple more thrusts while the American can only quiver around him.
They stay like this for only a minute or two, then Vaas shifts and easily slips out of him. His chin is nudged upwards and lips latch on to the soft skin of his throat, teeth catching and nipping with a tenderness only he is privy to. So gentle even though there's hardly ever a need for it. "Tú eres perfecta," Vaas murmurs against the delicate flesh. "Yo amo a mi bella esposa."
Jason knits his eyebrows together then blushes faintly as he rights his head to look at Vaas, forcing the pirate lord to pull away from his neck. He's used to the feminine nouns whenever he's being spoken to, but that last one… Beautiful wife. It is…so totally out of the blue. It is hard to remember that they have no social strictures here, having been here for so long, and even if there had been Vaas wouldn't live by them. They are practically married anyways and technically engaged. "Y tú, mi esposo, te amaré eternamente."
An incredibly sappy smile spreads across Vaas' face and he eases Jason back to the ground, hands lingering on the American's waist to keep him steady. "I'll love you forever too," he purrs out, leaning in for a slow, sweet kiss that has Jason melting against him.
"We are some sappy motherfuckers, but I don't care." Jason gives Vaas a lopsided grin after the kiss is broken and presses his forehead to the pirate lord's. "We should get cleaned up and take a look at your back. I'm sure I did quite a number to it."
Vaas gives a deep throated chuckle and nuzzles him for a few seconds. "Well you are quite the hellcat, mi tigresa. I would expect nothing less from you." He bares his teeth and slides his hands back to Jason's ass to squeeze it. "Round two?"
Jason gives a soft groan then pulls away from Vaas with his cheeks tinged pink. As much as he wants to there's still stuff they need to tend to. "Later, you insatiable bastard. Now take your pants off so we can go clean up." He steps around his lover with his demand made then stiffly walks to the pristine blue waters. He can feel Vaas' gaze immediately go to his ass, but at least the rustle of cloth reaches his ears.
"You're more insatiable than I am, mi bella reina, or have you forgotten that?" Vaas calls after him, his tone decidedly lewd.
"And how do you figure that?" Jason retorts, turning once he's ankle deep in the water to look at Vaas. The pirate lord has stripped out of his cargoes and is striding towards him with all the grace of a tiger stalking its prey. "Because if anything we're equally insatiable."
"Oh? Now I know that is not true, Jason. You are worse than a tigress in heat." Vaas smirks as he joins Jason in the water, chasing the American as he goes in deeper.
A bright pink colors Jason's cheeks and he kicks water at Vaas. "I am not!" But of course kicking water at the pirate lord is not the best thing he can do, let alone the smartest. The water is merely redirected at him and he shrieks as it hits him.
"You should know better than to use my own element against me." Vaas bares his teeth with a grin and cuts through the water with ease, advancing on Jason who does his best to wade through the water. It's barely reaching his thighs when Vaas catches up to him, arms immediately going around the American's waist. "Now, as I was saying…" Vaas purrs as he presses flush against Jason's backside.
Jason automatically presses back against Vaas before he can even think to stop himself. He can't even stop the soft moan that leaves him or the urge to grind against the pirate lord. His blush darkens after a moment or two when the realization that Vaas is right hits him. Still, comparing him to a tigress in heat?
"See? You are so eager to be fucked, mi tigresa," Vaas says with a soft hiss as he grinds against Jason's ass. A hand is splayed out over the American's abdomen while the other teasingly trails over his reinvigorated erection. "Now what should I do, hm?"
He gives a keening mewl and reciprocates the grinding, because fuck it all if he's going to fight against that damnable craving now. He leans forward, pushing his ass into Vaas' groin, and pants, "Vaas, please…"
"Shh… I know what you need, Jason." Vaas gives a slow roll of his hips, drawing a high-pitched whine from Jason, and wraps his hand around the American's burgeoning erection, the pads of his fingers pressing along the underside of his shaft. Those fingers move, teasingly so, down to the-
"Grant! Leave them alone!" Daisy's voice cries out from the beach, giving Jason a rather unneeded reminder that they still have an audience, one fifth of which is rather pissed off.
Jason growls low in his throat as Vaas falters with his touch and stills against him. He can feel his lover twist slightly, glancing behind them as the sound of splashing reaches his ears. Craning his neck to look in that direction himself, Jason bares his teeth with another growl at the sight of his brother intruding upon them. Interrupting them no less. "¡Vete a la mierda!" His voice contains a definite snarl, making his older brother actually pause some five feet away from them.
Big Brody has a goddamn death wish. "You had better listen to your little brother, pendejo. What I did to you up on the beach is extremely nice compared to what he will do to you if you don't let him have what he wants." They'd been interrupted before in the middle of one of their sex marathons, thankfully by no one important, and Jason had promptly lost his shit. Suffice to say, the unwanted interloper had no longer been among the living. Deciding that it is certainly in his own best interest to keep his tigress happy he gives the organ in his hand a rather languid stroke and flicks his wrist as his fingers reach the tip. It definitely pulls Jason's attention off of Grant, a keening mewl leaving his lips while his entire body sways.
"Por favor, mi amor," Jason whimpers and undulates against him. Sharp little cries punctuate his breathy pants as he continues on like they were never interrupted to start with. "Nngh… Fuck me again."
"Como deseé, mi tigresa." He bares his teeth at Grant for a second or two then lets his attention focus solely on Jason. Hand slipping away from the smooth expanse of his tigress' abdomen, he pulls his hips away from that luscious ass just enough to line himself up and guide himself back into inviting heat of Jason's passage. He gives a soft, airy moan while Jason forcefully presses back onto him with an impatient growl. "O-oh fuck, preciosa! You're a greedy little bitch."
"Pero yo soy tu perra." Jason bends his knees slightly, feet shifting to press against the insides of his own, and rocks against him. The American purposefully contracts the muscles in his ass, squeezing his cock to the point that he doesn't quite want to move.
Vaas does so anyways, with a drawn out hiss, knowing that Jason will grow extremely volatile with a lack of movement. Hand returning to splay on the American's abdomen, he immediately sets into a fast pace that has Jason writhing and moaning voraciously. "You're right about that, mi tigresa. You are most certainly my bitch" His hand wraps around Jason's cock matches the pace of his thrusts, and each well placed squeeze, timed to the tightening of his tigress' muscles, adds a sharp note to the moans.
"Más duro, fóllame más duro," Jason keens out.
He gives a low growl and complies, snapping his hips forward with more force. It draws the prettiest moans from Jason, the American meeting him with each thrust despite the fact he had nothing to brace against. After several minutes there's a distinctive tightening to Jason's muscles that has him slowing down slightly, the hand on his lover's cock pausing at the base of the shaft to firmly squeeze the flesh. "Not yet, Jason."
Jason whimpers and bucks against his hand, but is unable to make him lose his grip. "Por favor, Vaas…" As much as he loves hearing his tigress beg in Spanish he isn't going to waver. "Vaas!" Not even for his own name being whined out in that needy tone.
"Just a little longer, Jason," he husks out, giving several hard thrusts while he maintains the grip he has on Jason's cock. "So-o-o impatient and greedy, mi tigresa, me encanta." He waits through several more thrusts then eases his grip and strokes Jason's length while the hand on his lover's abdomen slides upwards. He forces Jason to lean back into him, mouth latching onto his shoulder so he can drive his teeth into the American's supple skin.
"Fuck!" Jason pushes back into him at the bite with a loud moan, his head lolling to the side.
He lets go of Jason's shoulder and presses several feather-light kisses along the lightly sun-burned skin up to that stretch of exposed neck. "Almost, Jason," he whispers against the pinked skin, teeth grazing it faintly before pressing down to make another mark. Feeling Jason tense up with a soft whine he smirks and sucks on the American's neck.
"Nngh, Vaas, please!" Jason cries out and rocks against him again, his movements becoming staggered. The American's breath is coming out in pants now and he leans forward again, forcing Vaas to release his neck with a soft hiss.
Giving a low growl he shifts his hands to Jason's hips and angles his thrusts to hit Jason's prostate. Those muscles clench around him wonderfully while Jason keens out his orgasm. It only takes him several more thrusts to come as well, his pelvis flush against that taut ass. "This is what you needed, my greedy tigress," he purrs out with a slight shift of his hips. "Isn't that right?"
"Yeesss," Jason moans out softly, his entire body quivering.
Vaas pulls out once they're both entirely spent and turns Jason around, his hands lingering on the American's waist for a second time. "Look at you, thoroughly fucked and dazed," he croons, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.
"M'not dazed," Jason grumbles slightly with a lovey flush to his cheeks. His arms curl around Vaas' neck and the American leans in for a slow kiss. "You're an utter ass," Jason mutters against his lips.
"Like I would ever deny that, preciosa." He nips at Jason's lower lip then nuzzles their noses together, his gaze becoming hooded. "You are still worse than a-"
"As are you! You were certainly eager enough to fuck me again!" Jason argues, his cheeks darkening. "Always staring at my ass, even when you think I'm not paying attention! What was it you said earlier?" Jason bares his teeth, but there's no threat or bite in his voice. "I'm hot for your dick, right? Well you can't get enough of this ass, Vaas."
"Mm, you have something of a point, preciosa, but I'm not the one who gets pissy when we get interrupted. You were ready to tear out Grant's throat, or have you forgotten about that?" He can see that his words seem to have the same effect as pouring a large quantity of ice water over Jason's head. "He's fine, Jason. I wouldn't let you hurt your own brother."
Jason glances in the direction his brother had been, a strained scowl on his face. "You'd rather be the one to hurt him if he ever does something warranting it." He finally looks back at Vaas after a long moment, a sigh leaving his lips. "And we both know I'd pick you over him."
He snickers and moves his arms to wrap them around Jason's waist. "You don't have to worry about me hurting him physically, preciosa, unless he is stupid enough to lay a hand on you." Which had seemed likely earlier. "And I won't let him get close enough to hurt my beautiful wife."
"Just stop baiting him for now." Jason huffs softly and presses their foreheads together. "You know they don't remember, though Liza doesn't seem all torn up about us."
"Yet your brother seems to be taking it real hard. Why is that, preciosa?" Because from the way Grant was acting, it is as if Vaas had fucked Daisy instead of Jason. Seriously.
"He's just being overprotective, is all." Jason gives a slight shrug then pulls away from him. He moves into deeper water to give himself a light rub down. "We better be able to take a shower on Hoyt's yacht."
He follows after and likewise cleans himself off the best he can for the time being. "It'll have a shower, preciosa." He'd only been on Hoyt's yacht once, but he definitely remembers a bathroom with a shower up there. "It is a very nice and spacious shower."
A pretty pink colors Jason's cheeks though the American gives him a glare. "And of course you have to say that in the most sensual manner possible, you incorrigible ass."
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