Time Waits For No One

He removed himself from the other’s lap momentarily; just long enough to push his pants and underwear. The blonde climbed back on top of Chronos, fingers moving over the man’s stomach with teasingly light touches. “You know the answer to that,” Daemon huffed. He pressed his hips against the hunter’s, a quiet noise leaving him as he did.
“I need it.” The cyborg pressed his lips to Chronos’ with a bit of force. His desperation was evident in his actions, he felt if he didn’t get something soon, he would probably scream in frustration.

No matter how turned on he was getting from all this, it was pretty funny to see Daemon in such a frazzled state. Desperate.With the briefness of Daemon crawling off of him, Chronos managed his pants and underwear away before getting comfortable in his seat again.

The rough kiss made him hum in delight. He moved his head back, just enough to free himself from the kiss again. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” It would be interesting to see how he’d fair when given the reigns. His good arm wrapped around him, hands sliding down his back as he eased him up against his chest to kiss him again.

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Oh dearGod. Steel eyes squeezed shut as he chewed on his lower lip. He was practically shaking already, as eager as he could be and not even attempting to hide it. “It’s been too damn long.” Daemon muttered, hips moving against Chronos’ in return.
Hands tugged at the fabric of the hunter’s shirt, tugging it up. The cyborg wanted the offending material gone, wanted to be able to move his bands over Chronos’ chest once more without having to bother with his shirt. He hadn’t even realized howimpossiblydeprived he’d been until the physical contact had begun.

He couldn’t even bring himself to show some semblance of shame at this point, he just wanted Chronos.

A dragged out breath and Chronos was helping him with the removal of his shirt, not even paying any mind to his sprain now because he just wanted to fuck Daemon as much as he obviously wanted it. Fuck his physical aching at this point.

With his shirt tossed aside, Chronos’ tugged roughly at Daemon’s pants. Silently commanding that he remove them, the order being seen in his eyes. “Just how badly do you want it, my cute little Daemon?” He couldn’t stop the melodic tone, his eyebrows raising as he expected an amusing answer. The answer was obvious, Chronos figuring it to just start undoing his own pants. But he needed to hear him say it for himself.

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Daemon pulled away from the kiss, fully seating himself on the man’s lap. Another moan found its way from him as he pushed his hips more against Chronos’ hand. He wanted more, right then; immediately.
One hand stayed pressed against the hunter’s stomach, feeling the movement of muscles and the warmth of the man. His other hand moved down, pressing lightly against Chronos through his pants.

Chronos was surprised, but not against, to have Daemon suddenly crawling onto his lap. With their lips separated, he proceeded to press his lips to Daemon’s neck. Light kisses and nibbles as his hand continued to tease Daemon. He couldn’t remember the cyborg ever being so forward like this. Not that he even minded in the slightest.

His breath caught when he felt Dae giving touches of his own. Giving a harder bite, Chronos pulled back to smile at him. “You’re so hungry for it… I love it.” his voice mulled over into a softened growl. With ease, he held the cyborg down against his lap as he gave a roll of his hips to further tease at Daemon.

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