Categories > Celebrities > Guns n' Roses > Satisfaction
Slash actually jumped at Izzy’s sudden sharp cry as his fingers pressed down against his prostate. With a smirk, he started to drum his fingers rapidly against the sensitive point within, stretching the opening around them at the same time. He kept his fingers going, drawing back when he thought Izzy was getting too close to the edge, all the while letting his eyes scan the room. Ahh... perfect.
It was no secret that the two Hoosiers, like half of LA at the time, were followers of the Glam scene, so it was an automatic assumption on Slash’s part that the tubes of pink and purple lipstick, and eye shadow compacts lying all around the small apartment didn’t belong to girlfriends. No surprise either was the small jar of cold cream on the cinderblock that passed for a nightstand. Next to it was a crumpled tissue covered in lipstick smears the deep bloody red of a Ferrari. As Slash reached for the jar, he wondered where the tube matching that color was, curious as to how it would look in contrast to Izzy’s pale skin and dark hair.
The kept that thought in his mind as he worked the top off deftly with one hand, drawing the fingers of the other one back and out just kneading the pale buttocks in front of him. He had to wedge the jar between his knees to unscrew the top, which slipped from his fingers and bounced across the floor. Izzy lifted his head to look at him as the circle of plastic rolled and flumped into a scarf crumpled on the floor.
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Warm fur wrapped around his mind, and it took some puzzling to finally understand why Slash was spreading cream liberally over his entire length. Oh god... was this... this really going to happen? Were they going to...? Doubt and fear roiled in his mind, heart pounding. The connection between brain and flesh was severed as Slash rolled him onto his back and lifted his long legs onto his shoulders. He couldn’t move, total paralysis holding him in its grip. It was like... like when you wake up from a dream and you know you’re awake, but your body won’t respond; it’s just dead weight around your mind. He willed his arms to move, his lips to speak, but his immobility was complete. However, he still had his senses. He felt the heat of Slash’s head through the cool lubricant as it nudged against his virgin opening. He heard the other guitarist’s throaty mumbles as he leant in and pressed a kiss to his forehead and then to his lips, pressing his tongue between them as his hips pressed forward.
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The breath was literally sucked from his lungs as Izzy gasped, inhaling deeply as he began to enter him; it was a struggle to not cough as a result of it. He was as gentle as possible, pressing slowly into that impressively tight warmth. It was a beautiful feeling, and he had to exert all the control he had to not go too fast, to not hurt him. He dragged his mouth over to lip at a tender lobe, nuzzling a lock of sable curling from the temple, still slowly pushing his entire length in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Intense pressure against his prostate restored the union of body and soul. His back arched upwards as the length continued into him, deeper and deeper, every little millimeter... filling him. There wasn’t any one word to describe what he felt as his core was filled by Slash’s solid flesh. Pain. Pleasure. Terror. Shame. Confusion. Hunger. Desire. Ecstasy. Agony. All of them at once, and more. His hands found Slash’s shoulders and he held on for precious life, waiting for his mind to stop its short-circuit. The start of slow, shallow thrusts pushed him to the point of no return, new horizons splitting open before his mind’s eye.
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So beautiful in his confused pleasure, he thought. Slash pressed a palm against Izzy’s chest, feeling the thundering of his heart, half expecting it to burst free of its cage. He continued his careful motion for a few minutes, then, smiling, pried Izzy’s hands from his shoulders. That done he grasped the brunette’s narrow hips, steadying him as he slid back and out. He was sure he heard a groan of disappointment and smiled as he started to roll him over.
He moved Izzy’s limbs, posed him like a doll, until he lay as he wanted him. He took a long moment to appreciate the slender body kneeling passively before him; Izzy seemed all the more androgynous for the position. Slash knelt behind him, feeling a beast triumphant over his prey... It bothered him to feel that and at the same time was entirely exhilarating. He stroked Izzy’s hair, his shoulder, then leaned in to slowly press his entire length into his body.
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“Oh god....”
The words passed through Izzy’s lips a breathy hiss. His stomach muscles tightened as he was again stretched, feeling fire in the pit of his stomach as that sensitive spot within was compressed. His fingers found the shirt again, and he used it to muffle his moans. Slash began to thrust slowly, rocking his body back and forth. It was a cruel alternation of feeling impossibly full to unfathomable emptiness. It was a subtly cruel torture, raising him to new heights of pleasure through something he knew was just so wrong... wasn’t it? How could anything about this be...? He felt Slash’s breath hot between his shoulderblades as he mumbled comforting encouragement; lewd, lusty words tumbled into his ear.
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Where there was two, now there was one. One being joined in primal need, moving together, joints slickened by sweat and lust... moving against each other with a unique, delicious friction, filling the air with all the sounds of shared sensual rapture. Pleasures shared, sensations learned, ebon curls tangling with sable silk... The exquisite contrast of alabaster and bronze flesh sliding against each other, scents mingling into a musk that leant the air the taste of a satyr’s kiss.
Initiation into new raptures... The sweet discovery of a missing half long waited for, and unexpected, unknown until now... All of this engulfed the pair as their passion drew blood, adding a dagger-sharp tang to the air. Long, deft fingers leaving trails on wet skin, bodies twisting, unable to stay in one place, one position. Tongues trading the taste of rum and whiskey, cheap cigarettes and savory need. There was no need for words; their bodies knew... that much in sequence now... They reached the peak simultaneously, neither sure whose cry was whose, just that they felt it to their souls.
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Slash felt for the phone as it’s incessant ringing woke him... where was the damn...wait, where was... oh, that’s right... He looked to the heavily sleeping form beside him as he hooked the receiver, buried under a crumpled pair of jeans, and put it to his ear.
“Mmmlo?” His drawl was sleepy, and he jerked the handset away from his ear as a string of screeched swears hit him. He recognized THAT voice, demanding to know where the hell Izzy was, and to call a lawyer to come bail him out, something about being picked up for shoplifting... He half-listened to the ranting, reaching out to stroke the back of his fingers across Izzy’s cheek, and the fading mark of a snapped guitar string that would heal without leaving a scar. He never thought he’d ever be able to work with another guitarist, but at that moment he knew that thought was completely, delightfully wrong.
~THE END~
It was no secret that the two Hoosiers, like half of LA at the time, were followers of the Glam scene, so it was an automatic assumption on Slash’s part that the tubes of pink and purple lipstick, and eye shadow compacts lying all around the small apartment didn’t belong to girlfriends. No surprise either was the small jar of cold cream on the cinderblock that passed for a nightstand. Next to it was a crumpled tissue covered in lipstick smears the deep bloody red of a Ferrari. As Slash reached for the jar, he wondered where the tube matching that color was, curious as to how it would look in contrast to Izzy’s pale skin and dark hair.
The kept that thought in his mind as he worked the top off deftly with one hand, drawing the fingers of the other one back and out just kneading the pale buttocks in front of him. He had to wedge the jar between his knees to unscrew the top, which slipped from his fingers and bounced across the floor. Izzy lifted his head to look at him as the circle of plastic rolled and flumped into a scarf crumpled on the floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warm fur wrapped around his mind, and it took some puzzling to finally understand why Slash was spreading cream liberally over his entire length. Oh god... was this... this really going to happen? Were they going to...? Doubt and fear roiled in his mind, heart pounding. The connection between brain and flesh was severed as Slash rolled him onto his back and lifted his long legs onto his shoulders. He couldn’t move, total paralysis holding him in its grip. It was like... like when you wake up from a dream and you know you’re awake, but your body won’t respond; it’s just dead weight around your mind. He willed his arms to move, his lips to speak, but his immobility was complete. However, he still had his senses. He felt the heat of Slash’s head through the cool lubricant as it nudged against his virgin opening. He heard the other guitarist’s throaty mumbles as he leant in and pressed a kiss to his forehead and then to his lips, pressing his tongue between them as his hips pressed forward.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The breath was literally sucked from his lungs as Izzy gasped, inhaling deeply as he began to enter him; it was a struggle to not cough as a result of it. He was as gentle as possible, pressing slowly into that impressively tight warmth. It was a beautiful feeling, and he had to exert all the control he had to not go too fast, to not hurt him. He dragged his mouth over to lip at a tender lobe, nuzzling a lock of sable curling from the temple, still slowly pushing his entire length in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Intense pressure against his prostate restored the union of body and soul. His back arched upwards as the length continued into him, deeper and deeper, every little millimeter... filling him. There wasn’t any one word to describe what he felt as his core was filled by Slash’s solid flesh. Pain. Pleasure. Terror. Shame. Confusion. Hunger. Desire. Ecstasy. Agony. All of them at once, and more. His hands found Slash’s shoulders and he held on for precious life, waiting for his mind to stop its short-circuit. The start of slow, shallow thrusts pushed him to the point of no return, new horizons splitting open before his mind’s eye.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So beautiful in his confused pleasure, he thought. Slash pressed a palm against Izzy’s chest, feeling the thundering of his heart, half expecting it to burst free of its cage. He continued his careful motion for a few minutes, then, smiling, pried Izzy’s hands from his shoulders. That done he grasped the brunette’s narrow hips, steadying him as he slid back and out. He was sure he heard a groan of disappointment and smiled as he started to roll him over.
He moved Izzy’s limbs, posed him like a doll, until he lay as he wanted him. He took a long moment to appreciate the slender body kneeling passively before him; Izzy seemed all the more androgynous for the position. Slash knelt behind him, feeling a beast triumphant over his prey... It bothered him to feel that and at the same time was entirely exhilarating. He stroked Izzy’s hair, his shoulder, then leaned in to slowly press his entire length into his body.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Oh god....”
The words passed through Izzy’s lips a breathy hiss. His stomach muscles tightened as he was again stretched, feeling fire in the pit of his stomach as that sensitive spot within was compressed. His fingers found the shirt again, and he used it to muffle his moans. Slash began to thrust slowly, rocking his body back and forth. It was a cruel alternation of feeling impossibly full to unfathomable emptiness. It was a subtly cruel torture, raising him to new heights of pleasure through something he knew was just so wrong... wasn’t it? How could anything about this be...? He felt Slash’s breath hot between his shoulderblades as he mumbled comforting encouragement; lewd, lusty words tumbled into his ear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Where there was two, now there was one. One being joined in primal need, moving together, joints slickened by sweat and lust... moving against each other with a unique, delicious friction, filling the air with all the sounds of shared sensual rapture. Pleasures shared, sensations learned, ebon curls tangling with sable silk... The exquisite contrast of alabaster and bronze flesh sliding against each other, scents mingling into a musk that leant the air the taste of a satyr’s kiss.
Initiation into new raptures... The sweet discovery of a missing half long waited for, and unexpected, unknown until now... All of this engulfed the pair as their passion drew blood, adding a dagger-sharp tang to the air. Long, deft fingers leaving trails on wet skin, bodies twisting, unable to stay in one place, one position. Tongues trading the taste of rum and whiskey, cheap cigarettes and savory need. There was no need for words; their bodies knew... that much in sequence now... They reached the peak simultaneously, neither sure whose cry was whose, just that they felt it to their souls.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slash felt for the phone as it’s incessant ringing woke him... where was the damn...wait, where was... oh, that’s right... He looked to the heavily sleeping form beside him as he hooked the receiver, buried under a crumpled pair of jeans, and put it to his ear.
“Mmmlo?” His drawl was sleepy, and he jerked the handset away from his ear as a string of screeched swears hit him. He recognized THAT voice, demanding to know where the hell Izzy was, and to call a lawyer to come bail him out, something about being picked up for shoplifting... He half-listened to the ranting, reaching out to stroke the back of his fingers across Izzy’s cheek, and the fading mark of a snapped guitar string that would heal without leaving a scar. He never thought he’d ever be able to work with another guitarist, but at that moment he knew that thought was completely, delightfully wrong.
~THE END~
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