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Talk Dirty To Me	By : ChibiShiva Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 3890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Talk Dirty To Me
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All down but nine: cowboy slang, missing the point entirely (a reference to bowling; hitting one pin out of ten).
Talk Dirty To Me
"You need a break, Ko'atal."
Emperor Kotal Kahn lifted his eyes from the parchment and stretched his shoulders. Erron was right; he had been hunched over this thing for far too long.
"You've been at this for half of the day," the gunslinger continued. "I bet you're not even seeing basic spelling mistakes anymore."
Half dazed, the Osh-Tekk glanced around the room. The sunlight that normally came in through the large windows was long gone, leaving the room bathed in the orange glow of torches. Was it already this late?
Erron marked a pause. He rested a hand against Kotal's biceps, gently squeezed, then caved in and leaned on the Osh-Tekk.
"Come to bed."
Maybe he was due for it after all. Or if not sleep, a major distraction in bed.
~
Kotal walked in long, brisk strides, with Erron at his right. The palace had grown quiet over the evening; the only thing breaking the silence was the sound of their footsteps and the occasional rattling of armors. Kotal found it relatively amazing how he kept himself in check around the Earthrealmer, and vice versa. Not that he had ever wanted to take Erron in the middle of a meeting or anything...
Once in front of their quarters, the Osh-Tekk reached to open the door, but let Erron through first. The gunslinger was, amongst other things, his bodyguard. He kept a hungry eye on Erron's delicious leather-clad backside. His lips curled into a smirk; he was done with professionalism for the day.
"Pervert."
Even though Kotal couldn't see through Erron's mask, he knew there was a grin. That mask would soon be gone anyways... along with the rest of his armor. Admittedly, Kotal had less issues with his – once that headpiece and loincloth came off, there really wasn't much to remove. Erron's, on the other hand, consisted of way too many straps and bandoliers.
And while the Earthrealmer gladly preferred the leather armor over the more, hm, revealing outfit he also had... it was a clear no contest for Kotal.
Despite all the belts and layers, Erron was in bed before him, his back propped on large pillows. "You comin'?" he coaxed, with a familiarity that would have had, in other circumstances, cost him quite dearly.
Kotal followed. He crawled on top of Erron, his powerful body hovering inches above the Earthrealmer's. Erron ran his calloused hands all the way from Kotal's waist to his upper chest, then wrapped his arms around the Osh-Tekk's broad shoulders. He drew himself up to close the distance between them, and brought Kotal into a short but passionate kiss.
A mischievous grin formed on the gunslinger's lips as he withdrew. He locked his blue eyes on Kotal's and spoke, "Tell me what you wanna do..."
The Osh-Tekk furrowed his brows. Wasn't it obvious? "I want to make love to you, Erron."
"All down but nine..." he muttered as his smirk gave way to a light frown. He took a deep breath and directed his gaze to Kotal. "Okay. Let's see. I wanna hear you talk dirty."
Kotal frowned back at him, but kept quiet, obviously puzzled.
"... Here, I'll show you." Erron grinned again and made himself a bit more comfortable under the teal-skinned man. "'Cause you know what I want you to do? I want you to fuck me hard. Really hard. I wanna feel that cock of yours deep inside..."
"A strange, albeit direct way to display affection," Kotal remarked, dubious. He ran a hand up and down on Erron's side. Being aggressive during sex was one thing. Lewd was another, and crude language had never been his strong suit. Then again, maybe it wouldn't hurt to learn more of Earthrealm's customs, as awkward and private some of them were.
'There is no knowledge that is not power.'
He got off Erron, settled on his usual side of the bed and spread his legs. "First, suck," he instructed, his voice clear.
The gunslinger swiftly complied and slid to reach Kotal's crotch. He wrapped his lips around the thick shaft and carefully took a few inches in his mouth, then slowly, bobbed his head up and down. His tongue coursed over the firm flesh, inducing pleased groans from the Osh-Tekk.
"You like that, don't you, Erron..."
The Earthrealmer grunted against Kotal's member in agreement. Damn, that deep, rich voice sent shivers down to his spine and made his cock twitch. He had to hear more. Erron swallowed more of the shaft and increased his pace. A large hand settled in his hair, then pressed him to speed up again. Forced to suddenly breathe through his nose, he nearly choked – but he toughed it out, to the point where now he deep-throated Kotal.
"Keep going..." His pulse raced, and his grip on Erron's soft brown hair tightened. "I know you want even more..." he coaxed, before thrusting in the other man's mouth. He watched through lidded eyes as Erron tried his best to stay in place, but the muffled moans brought him back to reality.
Erron gasped as Kotal released him and wiped the drool off the lower half of his face. He was about to go back to his task, but a strong hand caught his chin.
"Straddle me," the voice ordered again. Erron obeyed and mounted the Osh-Tekk. Two slick fingers immediately nudged themselves inside of him. His back arched. He moaned and squirmed as the digits dug deeper, until they suddenly withdrew.
"Fuck, Ko'atal, just-" He yelped as a larger mass invaded him, pulled out, then pushed in again. He forced himself to relax, aware that Kotal wouldn't intentionally hurt him. Carefully, he impaled himself on Kotal's shaft, but the other man wanted more. Kotal thrust upwards and sent another jolt through Erron's body.
"You love being fucked, don't you..." the Osh-Tekk trailed between thrusts. It still felt a bit awkward on his tongue, but it caught Erron's attention. The gunslinger smirked, then opened his mouth, but all that came out of it was a long groan. "I know you do, but I want to hear it from you."
He wanted to reply, but damn, Kotal knew how to do him just right. Every shove resulted in a loud, wanton moan. Again, he parted his lips and slowly, attempted to say something intelligible. "Yeah... I-..." A rough push interrupted his train of thought.
"Tell me," the man demanded.
A shiver ran down Erron's spine. "Fuck me..."
He barely registered as the man pulled out of him and flipped him over onto his back, then hooked his legs around his arms. Erron instinctively ensnared Kotal's waist, and within seconds, the Osh-Tekk was drilling him again.
Kotal growled. He reached for Erron's arms and pinned him against the large pillows, before releasing only one. He used his free hand to caress his side up and down; the warm, firm yet soft flesh felt amazing under his fingertips. "So tight..." he teased, his thrusts even more aggressive and passionate.
He then let go of Erron's other limb and took a short moment to lean forward, before he crushed the gunslinger with his massive body. He felt the man's arms wrap around his shoulders, bringing him even closer to Erron. The Earthrealmer bucked under his weight, his erection grinding against his abs. "Fuck me harder..." he begged, his voice coarse and low. "God I love your cock..."
He nipped at the base of Erron's neck. The vibrations coming from his exposed throat drove him wild, and he rammed deep inside the brunette with brute strength. "You like it rough, don't you?" He brought his lips to Erron's ear and gently nibbled at the lobe, before answering his own question. "Of course you do... You love it. You enjoy being submissive and letting me fuck you... hard..."
Erron clung and clawed at the Osh-Tekk's teal skin. He had stopped paying attention to Kotal's words; his focus was directed at his voice, deep, rich and enticing. He could have read any damn proclamation and Erron would still beg for more. All that mattered now was Kotal, the twitching mass inside of him and the building heat in his body.
His back arched as Kotal pounded away. His blue eyes rolled in his sockets, his toes curled and he yelled out. His vision exploded in colors and his entire body quivered under Kotal's warm, rugged touch. The Osh-Tekk came inside of him, grunting and muttering in his native language. He remained on top of Erron for a long moment, his fingers caressing the soft brown hair below him.
Slowly, he pulled out and let himself fall on the other half of the bed. The brunette rolled on his side, then draped a lazy arm across Kotal's muscled chest.
"That was great, but we need to work a lil' more on your dirty talkin' game..." Erron trailed off as he nestled against Kotal's body, a satisfied, toothy grin across his face. "Just do me a favor, Ko'atal."
The Osh-Tekk quirked a brow. "What is it?"
"Never shut up."
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