((Locked to Gabe))

[thewolfinside]

He couldn't believe he was doing this.

Wait, yes he could. Someone told him 'Hey, this would be fun, and Gabe will love it', and he caved like a bitch. A very lovesick bitch. A very lovesick bitch who would do anything for a pardmate, especially one who was looking for a distraction from her own life, even if just for a few hours. And definately after she mentioned that they needed this after all the shit this week.

Which is how he ended up in a extremely large and fancy penthouse suite overlooking the strip, stretched out on a huge round bed covered in black satin sheets, wearing a tight black shirt, very short denim skirt and ankle high bondage boots. Oh, and the makeup. Lil had decided he needed makeup done in a 'gothy, smokey look'.

He wiggled a bit, pulling at the skirt and looking at the clock again. Lil had promised to find Gabe and send him right here, and that was over an hour ago. And the longer he layed there, the more nervous he got.

"Fuck, he's going to laugh..."

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[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

"Keep your cheek to that window, slut.' Growling out the words as his nails rake down Jason's back, tearing holes into the thin shirt he wears.

"Such a needy bitch,' he snickers, hands gliding over Jason's ass, suddenly shoving the skirt up over his hips. Baring that tight butt and the thong that splits the cheeks. "Yep, whore.'

Not even bothering to remove it, just tugging the strap asiode and hooking his thumb in it to hold it aside. Spitting into the palm of his other hand, sliding it up as makeshift lube along his prick before guiding the head against Jsaon's ass.

"Slut!"

And with that, hips driving forward, slamfucking himself balls deep into his lover.

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

"YES!"

The word a scream as his body is slammed against the glass, his face pressed against the window. His hand still holding tight on Gabriel's jeans, pushing against his mate's hip, forcing him to move.

"Fuck me. Make this whore scream."

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

"Such...a... wicked... bitch...' Snarling out the words, each one accompanied by a hard buck of his hips, fucking deep into his mate's ass.

"Look down... look at 'em. Anyone one... could look up... know what a whore... you are."

Rhythm rough yet constant as he reaches out, jacking Jason's prick with the same harsh stroke.

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

Panting, gasping for air, his cheek pressed against the cool glass. Pressing back, meeting Gabriel's every thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with his words.

Moans, his eyes drifting closed at that rough touch, the cheap cotton of the thong and the denim scratching his skin. Whimpers, his hips jerking back and forth between his mate's hot hand and dick.

Looks down at the people, the lights, trembling at the though of them watching, excited. Doesn't even flinch when the helicopter goes by, it's bright search light lighting up the room for a second. Actually laughs when the light comes back to their window for a second, quick look.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Teeth digging into Jason's throat, then his ear. Growling out words, making him hear it all as the light plays over them, blinding in that moment.

'Wonder if that's the cops or the local news? Hmmm? Bet from there?"

Hips slamming forward now, a thought going through his head, wondering if the glass would hold. He could keep Jason from falling. But what a fuck, hanging out a window, looking at your death as you trusted your mate with literally your life.

"They can't even tell you're a guy. Just some cheap whore from the Strip taking it for a few bucks.'

[thewolf-inside.livejournal.com]

"C-cops."

Stuttering out the words, eyes closed against the light. Blinks rapidly, spots in his eyes when the helicopter passes, and then leans back against Gabriel, pressing against the glass.

"Not cheap... Never fucking cheap."