A big mouth is always welcome [Lio/Galo]
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roesslyngTitle: A big mouth is always welcome
Fandom: Promare
Characters/Pairing: Lio/Galo
Rating: 18+
Length: 2.5k
Summary: Lio and Galo have some fun after a night out!
Other: Written for itsrosencrantz for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kinkluckydip. Beta read by Vox via FTH. Thanks!
A big mouth is always welcome
They barely made it through the elevator doors before Lio grabbed the front of Galo's shirt and pulled him down for a kiss.
Not that Galo hadn't been expecting something like that after the looks Lio had been giving him all evening, but the suddenness of Lio's lips over his and the fierceness of it made him gasp out loud. Wrapping one arm around Lio and flailing for the elevator buttons with the other, he somehow managed to hit the right one to take them up to their floor.
"Nice one," Lio muttered against Galo's lips, a laugh in his voice.
"What, you're impressed by my awesome skills?" Galo replied, grinning as he pressed his face to Lio's neck.
"I'm just glad I won't have to wait much longer." Lio's voice was low, his fingertips trailing down Galo's chest as he spoke, leaving no doubt about what he was waiting for.
Instead of replying, Galo flushed and pulled him in for another kiss.
They couldn't get into the apartment fast enough. Rushing out of the elevator and down the hall together, there was an impatient too-long moment as Galo floundered with his keys before they stumbled through the door, scrambling to kick off their shoes.
No need to bother with the lights. Or anything else.
Galo pushed Lio up against the door, kissed him deeply, then sank down to his knees on the floor.
His hands found Lio's hips and he gripped them hard, pinning him against the door with a force that made Lio gasp. A second later Lio's gloved hands sank into Galo's hair, guiding him to where he wanted him to go.
Galo didn't need any more encouraging. He'd been watching Lio all night, and so had most of the people in the bar they'd chosen for their night out. Lio had never lost his taste for tight pants and sitting with his legs sprawled wide, like he had the biggest balls of anyone in the place and wanted everybody to know it.
Already, Lio's cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. Galo nuzzled it, his own dick twitching as he felt the familiar shape against his cheek. He mouthed at Lio's zipper, grinning to himself when Lio's hips jerked forward.
Lio swore. "Wait," he said, tugging on Galo's hair just as he got the zipper between his teeth.
"Huh?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself." Lio's gloved fingers trailed, a thumb brushing against Galo's cheek. "I want you in bed."
He didn't have to say it twice. Galo was on his feet in a second, and just as quickly, Lio grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. Soon he was on his back, and Lio was over him, fumbling for the bedside lamp so they could see what they were doing.
The small, warm light wasn't much, but it was enough. As Lio straddled Galo's hips, Galo swept his gaze over him, admiring the view. And what a view it was: Lio in his snug clothing, pants so tight they were practically painted on, thighs spread wide. "So," Galo said, settling his palms on Lio's thighs. "What's the plan?"
"Plan?"
"You sounded like you had one."
Lio let out a soft huff. "No. I wanted to get back here with you all evening. And I didn't want to do it against the door." He pressed one finger to Galo's lips. "That's it."
Before Galo could get a word out, Lio bent and kissed him. But it was clear where this was going, and he didn't need to be told twice. The kiss was firm and open-mouthed, hard and commanding, nothing shy about it.
Unable to suppress a groan, he let his hands slide. Up Lio's sides, then down to his hips again, then along his thighs. The touch got him exactly the reaction he wanted: groaning against his mouth, Lio ground down, hips rolling.
Galo sucked at his tongue, indulging himself by moving to cup Lio's ass, pulling him down firmly against his cock. They were both painfully hard, and the friction as Lio rolled his hips against his dick sent his head spinning.
When they broke for air, Galo groaned, bucking up against Lio's crotch. "Come on!"
"Got a problem?" Lio panted. He grinned, eyes flashing as he ground down against him again.
You bastard, Galo thought. "No!" His head fell back onto the pillows as he let out a frustrated moan. "But if you keep this up, you'll make me come in my pants."
That didn't discourage Lio at all. "Oh?" Lio asked. He slid his hands through Galo's hair, trailing his gloved fingers over his cheeks. It looked like he was taking a moment to think about it, and despite everything, he was actually managing to look composed while he did it.
"Yeah," Galo gasped, wondering where Lio was going with that. "So..."
As he brushed a thumb over Galo's lower lip, Lio's grin became something more like a smirk. "So. What if I want you to come in your pants?" Driving home his point, he rocked down hard against Galo's cock.
Unable to stop himself, Galo let out a whine. It wasn't fair! Lio knew exactly what he was doing! And there was no doubt that he'd last longer, too. He always did.
Then again, that wasn't a bad thing. At all. And the presence of Lio's finger against his lips was starting to give Galo some ideas.
He didn't reply. Instead, he closed his lips around Lio's fingertips. The smooth leather was firm against this tongue, the taste of it dark and heavy. Lifting his gaze, he took in Lio's expression. It was hard to tell in the low lighting, but Galo was sure he was blushing, and the sight made his lips curl into a smile around Lio's fingers.
It was a moment before Lio said anything. He stared, flush-cheeked and sharp-eyed, his efforts to drive Galo crazy from friction forgotten. Then he swept his tongue over his lips, and moved to draw his fingers out of Galo's mouth, stopping at his teeth. "Take this off," he said, his voice low and husky.
"Wha'?"
"My glove. Take it off. With your teeth."
Oh. Galo swept his tongue under the pads of Lio's fingers, then carefully took the tips of the glove between his teeth. It was impossible to miss the way Lio's eyes flashed. For a second he paused, then carefully drew his hand from the glove.
Keeping hold of it was awkward. The leather flopped against Galo's face as soon as Lio's hand was out of it, and the effect wasn't anywhere near as smooth and cool as the mental image that'd flicked through his mind the moment Lio suggested it. Despite that, it must have looked pretty damn good from Lio's perspective. There was no mistaking that intake of breath, that sharp jerk of Lio's hips against his own.
The other glove was next. Fingertips in his mouth, teeth against leather, pale wrist and hand slowly exposed as Galo drew it off. Lio snatched it up as soon as his hand was free.
"Did ya' like that?" Galo asked, grinning as he bucked up against Lio. He doubted it was possible for either of them to get any harder than they already were, but that didn't stop him from imagining that Lio's cock was more rigid than it had been a moment ago, straining against his too-tight pants.
"Yeah." Lio bent over him, stealing a kiss. "You're good with your mouth."
The praise went straight to Galo's dick, and he bit back a moan. "I bet I could show you just how good I can be with my mouth," he replied, keeping his voice low. "If you know what I mean." He tried to make it sound sexy, but the way he waggled his eyebrows as he spoke must have been a bit much, because Lio rolled his eyes, sitting back on him with an exasperated look on his face.
"Fine then," Lio said. "Show me."
Before Galo knew it, Lio's fingers were in his mouth again.
This, Galo could do. He closed his lips loosely around them, bobbing his head to take them in. It wasn't a challenge to keep his mouth slick and damp, leaving it loose as Lio pushed his fingers in as deep as they could possibly go. A lesser man might have gagged, but Galo just slid his tongue along the underside of Lio's fingers and kept going.
A sharp gasp of breath and an increase of the friction against his crotch told him he was doing a bang-up job. Nailed it.
If anything was giving him trouble, it was the grinding happening down below. Between the sensation of Lio's fingers in his mouth and Lio's body over his hips, with their hard cocks separated by only a few layers of fabric, Galo knew he couldn't last much longer. Lio rolled down against him once more, driving him absolutely crazy, but the friction from that wasn't enough. Letting out a soft whine, Galo grasped Lio and pulled him roughly against his cock, digging his fingers into his perfect ass. The moan Lio let out was magnificent, and so was the way he spread his legs even wider so he could press down more firmly against him.
In a second, the fingers were gone from Galo's mouth as Lio steadied himself with palms on the mattress, Galo rutting up against him all the while.
The sight of him, with his hair falling in his eyes, lips open and cheeks flushed, was one that Galo was sure would stay with him for a long time.
It was over before he knew it. Galo came with a low moan, grabbing at Lio's ass as he jerked up against him, eyes shut tight. It was good, it was perfect, it was... kind of sticky actually, and he was going to have to do the laundry later, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from enjoying the sensation of Lio over him, pressed so tightly against him as he rode out the orgasm.
Galo felt the afterglow wash over him, and -
"I'm not done yet," Lio rasped out. There was a desperate note to his voice.
"Uhh..." It took a moment for Galo's brain to engage. He flushed deeply, blinking up at Lio. He quickly realized how not done Lio was; his cheeks were deep red, cock just as hard as it had been a second ago. "I could suck you off? I mean, I kind of thought you were angling for that already, but if you'd like me to do something else -"
No need to keep talking. As soon as he said the words, Lio had moved, trading his position over Galo's hips to settle himself at his shoulders.
Zipper down. Cock in his face, the head slick with precome. What a view. Nothing he hadn't seen before, but Galo had to admit, this was quite a sight, one that he had no doubt he'd be thinking about later.
Galo grinned, opened his mouth, and let Lio do the rest.
There was more to it than sucking on a pair of fingers, that was for sure. Galo could taste him, and the salt against his tongue made him groan around Lio's cock, even though he was already well-done himself and wasn't going to get it up again any time soon.
Dimly aware of Lio grabbing the headboard for balance, Galo shifted the position of his hands so he could support him better. Then he rested back and let Lio fuck his face.
It was amazing how a guy who normally was pretty composed could come so undone in bed. Lio's movements were sharp, frantic, hips jerking rapidly to roughly thrust his cock into Galo's mouth. His breath came in low panted gasps as he muttered words that Galo couldn't quite catch, but he was sure were utterly filthy.
Galo swept his tongue over the slit of Lio's cock. Heard him curse, the sound hard and sharp. Then one of Lio's hands sank into Galo's hair, gripping it tightly as he thrust deeper into his mouth.
It was rough, desperate, and almost too much, and Galo moaned around the fullness in his mouth. He could feel the tension in Lio's body, and when he came, it wasn't a surprise.
Galo swallowed it all.
He never minded the way Lio tasted. Liked it, in fact. Not that he'd ever said as much. It seemed like a weird thing to tell a guy. He swept his tongue over his lips all the same after Lio withdrew and flopped down beside him.
The moments after that were slow and dazed. Galo slipped his arm around Lio, finding himself at a loss for words. He stared up at the ceiling, absorbed in the taste of Lio in his mouth, the warmth of his body next to him, the everything of the night they'd had.
They cleaned up after a while.
Eventually, Galo found himself in the kitchen, dressed in pyjamas and with his hair damp from the shower.
Lio was at the counter making tea, his hair already starting to fluff out as it dried.
Going up behind him, Galo took the opportunity to wrap his arms around him, drawing him close. As Lio leaned back into him, letting out a relaxed sigh, Galo pressed his face into his hair.
"Happy?" Galo asked.
"Mmhm." Lio's hands found his own, covering them. His fingers were warm from handling the kettle. For a moment he was quiet, as if he was thinking over something. Finally, he asked, "Was that all right?"
"Huh?"
"Before. Was I too rough?"
Relief washed over Galo. Well. "No problem!" He gave Lio a squeeze, a smile washing over his face. "Don't know if you noticed, but I have a big mouth."
Lio snorted. "I don't think anyone could fail to notice that." He twisted around in Galo's arms to face him, pressing up against his body. "I like your big mouth," he continued. In other circumstances that might have been an invitation for round two, but by the matter-of-fact way Lio said it, it was clear he didn't mean anything more than that. "...And I like the rest of you," he said, one hand settling on Galo's chest, above his heart.
Galo smiled. The impulse to say something was strong, but he pushed it away. No need to ruin the moment. By the way Lio was looking at him, he could guess that the guy had a damn good idea of what he was thinking.
Instead, Galo dipped his head, shutting himself up against Lio's mouth.
That said it all.
Fandom: Promare
Characters/Pairing: Lio/Galo
Rating: 18+
Length: 2.5k
Summary: Lio and Galo have some fun after a night out!
Other: Written for itsrosencrantz for
kinkluckydip. Beta read by Vox via FTH. Thanks!A big mouth is always welcome
They barely made it through the elevator doors before Lio grabbed the front of Galo's shirt and pulled him down for a kiss.
Not that Galo hadn't been expecting something like that after the looks Lio had been giving him all evening, but the suddenness of Lio's lips over his and the fierceness of it made him gasp out loud. Wrapping one arm around Lio and flailing for the elevator buttons with the other, he somehow managed to hit the right one to take them up to their floor.
"Nice one," Lio muttered against Galo's lips, a laugh in his voice.
"What, you're impressed by my awesome skills?" Galo replied, grinning as he pressed his face to Lio's neck.
"I'm just glad I won't have to wait much longer." Lio's voice was low, his fingertips trailing down Galo's chest as he spoke, leaving no doubt about what he was waiting for.
Instead of replying, Galo flushed and pulled him in for another kiss.
They couldn't get into the apartment fast enough. Rushing out of the elevator and down the hall together, there was an impatient too-long moment as Galo floundered with his keys before they stumbled through the door, scrambling to kick off their shoes.
No need to bother with the lights. Or anything else.
Galo pushed Lio up against the door, kissed him deeply, then sank down to his knees on the floor.
His hands found Lio's hips and he gripped them hard, pinning him against the door with a force that made Lio gasp. A second later Lio's gloved hands sank into Galo's hair, guiding him to where he wanted him to go.
Galo didn't need any more encouraging. He'd been watching Lio all night, and so had most of the people in the bar they'd chosen for their night out. Lio had never lost his taste for tight pants and sitting with his legs sprawled wide, like he had the biggest balls of anyone in the place and wanted everybody to know it.
Already, Lio's cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. Galo nuzzled it, his own dick twitching as he felt the familiar shape against his cheek. He mouthed at Lio's zipper, grinning to himself when Lio's hips jerked forward.
Lio swore. "Wait," he said, tugging on Galo's hair just as he got the zipper between his teeth.
"Huh?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself." Lio's gloved fingers trailed, a thumb brushing against Galo's cheek. "I want you in bed."
He didn't have to say it twice. Galo was on his feet in a second, and just as quickly, Lio grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. Soon he was on his back, and Lio was over him, fumbling for the bedside lamp so they could see what they were doing.
The small, warm light wasn't much, but it was enough. As Lio straddled Galo's hips, Galo swept his gaze over him, admiring the view. And what a view it was: Lio in his snug clothing, pants so tight they were practically painted on, thighs spread wide. "So," Galo said, settling his palms on Lio's thighs. "What's the plan?"
"Plan?"
"You sounded like you had one."
Lio let out a soft huff. "No. I wanted to get back here with you all evening. And I didn't want to do it against the door." He pressed one finger to Galo's lips. "That's it."
Before Galo could get a word out, Lio bent and kissed him. But it was clear where this was going, and he didn't need to be told twice. The kiss was firm and open-mouthed, hard and commanding, nothing shy about it.
Unable to suppress a groan, he let his hands slide. Up Lio's sides, then down to his hips again, then along his thighs. The touch got him exactly the reaction he wanted: groaning against his mouth, Lio ground down, hips rolling.
Galo sucked at his tongue, indulging himself by moving to cup Lio's ass, pulling him down firmly against his cock. They were both painfully hard, and the friction as Lio rolled his hips against his dick sent his head spinning.
When they broke for air, Galo groaned, bucking up against Lio's crotch. "Come on!"
"Got a problem?" Lio panted. He grinned, eyes flashing as he ground down against him again.
You bastard, Galo thought. "No!" His head fell back onto the pillows as he let out a frustrated moan. "But if you keep this up, you'll make me come in my pants."
That didn't discourage Lio at all. "Oh?" Lio asked. He slid his hands through Galo's hair, trailing his gloved fingers over his cheeks. It looked like he was taking a moment to think about it, and despite everything, he was actually managing to look composed while he did it.
"Yeah," Galo gasped, wondering where Lio was going with that. "So..."
As he brushed a thumb over Galo's lower lip, Lio's grin became something more like a smirk. "So. What if I want you to come in your pants?" Driving home his point, he rocked down hard against Galo's cock.
Unable to stop himself, Galo let out a whine. It wasn't fair! Lio knew exactly what he was doing! And there was no doubt that he'd last longer, too. He always did.
Then again, that wasn't a bad thing. At all. And the presence of Lio's finger against his lips was starting to give Galo some ideas.
He didn't reply. Instead, he closed his lips around Lio's fingertips. The smooth leather was firm against this tongue, the taste of it dark and heavy. Lifting his gaze, he took in Lio's expression. It was hard to tell in the low lighting, but Galo was sure he was blushing, and the sight made his lips curl into a smile around Lio's fingers.
It was a moment before Lio said anything. He stared, flush-cheeked and sharp-eyed, his efforts to drive Galo crazy from friction forgotten. Then he swept his tongue over his lips, and moved to draw his fingers out of Galo's mouth, stopping at his teeth. "Take this off," he said, his voice low and husky.
"Wha'?"
"My glove. Take it off. With your teeth."
Oh. Galo swept his tongue under the pads of Lio's fingers, then carefully took the tips of the glove between his teeth. It was impossible to miss the way Lio's eyes flashed. For a second he paused, then carefully drew his hand from the glove.
Keeping hold of it was awkward. The leather flopped against Galo's face as soon as Lio's hand was out of it, and the effect wasn't anywhere near as smooth and cool as the mental image that'd flicked through his mind the moment Lio suggested it. Despite that, it must have looked pretty damn good from Lio's perspective. There was no mistaking that intake of breath, that sharp jerk of Lio's hips against his own.
The other glove was next. Fingertips in his mouth, teeth against leather, pale wrist and hand slowly exposed as Galo drew it off. Lio snatched it up as soon as his hand was free.
"Did ya' like that?" Galo asked, grinning as he bucked up against Lio. He doubted it was possible for either of them to get any harder than they already were, but that didn't stop him from imagining that Lio's cock was more rigid than it had been a moment ago, straining against his too-tight pants.
"Yeah." Lio bent over him, stealing a kiss. "You're good with your mouth."
The praise went straight to Galo's dick, and he bit back a moan. "I bet I could show you just how good I can be with my mouth," he replied, keeping his voice low. "If you know what I mean." He tried to make it sound sexy, but the way he waggled his eyebrows as he spoke must have been a bit much, because Lio rolled his eyes, sitting back on him with an exasperated look on his face.
"Fine then," Lio said. "Show me."
Before Galo knew it, Lio's fingers were in his mouth again.
This, Galo could do. He closed his lips loosely around them, bobbing his head to take them in. It wasn't a challenge to keep his mouth slick and damp, leaving it loose as Lio pushed his fingers in as deep as they could possibly go. A lesser man might have gagged, but Galo just slid his tongue along the underside of Lio's fingers and kept going.
A sharp gasp of breath and an increase of the friction against his crotch told him he was doing a bang-up job. Nailed it.
If anything was giving him trouble, it was the grinding happening down below. Between the sensation of Lio's fingers in his mouth and Lio's body over his hips, with their hard cocks separated by only a few layers of fabric, Galo knew he couldn't last much longer. Lio rolled down against him once more, driving him absolutely crazy, but the friction from that wasn't enough. Letting out a soft whine, Galo grasped Lio and pulled him roughly against his cock, digging his fingers into his perfect ass. The moan Lio let out was magnificent, and so was the way he spread his legs even wider so he could press down more firmly against him.
In a second, the fingers were gone from Galo's mouth as Lio steadied himself with palms on the mattress, Galo rutting up against him all the while.
The sight of him, with his hair falling in his eyes, lips open and cheeks flushed, was one that Galo was sure would stay with him for a long time.
It was over before he knew it. Galo came with a low moan, grabbing at Lio's ass as he jerked up against him, eyes shut tight. It was good, it was perfect, it was... kind of sticky actually, and he was going to have to do the laundry later, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from enjoying the sensation of Lio over him, pressed so tightly against him as he rode out the orgasm.
Galo felt the afterglow wash over him, and -
"I'm not done yet," Lio rasped out. There was a desperate note to his voice.
"Uhh..." It took a moment for Galo's brain to engage. He flushed deeply, blinking up at Lio. He quickly realized how not done Lio was; his cheeks were deep red, cock just as hard as it had been a second ago. "I could suck you off? I mean, I kind of thought you were angling for that already, but if you'd like me to do something else -"
No need to keep talking. As soon as he said the words, Lio had moved, trading his position over Galo's hips to settle himself at his shoulders.
Zipper down. Cock in his face, the head slick with precome. What a view. Nothing he hadn't seen before, but Galo had to admit, this was quite a sight, one that he had no doubt he'd be thinking about later.
Galo grinned, opened his mouth, and let Lio do the rest.
There was more to it than sucking on a pair of fingers, that was for sure. Galo could taste him, and the salt against his tongue made him groan around Lio's cock, even though he was already well-done himself and wasn't going to get it up again any time soon.
Dimly aware of Lio grabbing the headboard for balance, Galo shifted the position of his hands so he could support him better. Then he rested back and let Lio fuck his face.
It was amazing how a guy who normally was pretty composed could come so undone in bed. Lio's movements were sharp, frantic, hips jerking rapidly to roughly thrust his cock into Galo's mouth. His breath came in low panted gasps as he muttered words that Galo couldn't quite catch, but he was sure were utterly filthy.
Galo swept his tongue over the slit of Lio's cock. Heard him curse, the sound hard and sharp. Then one of Lio's hands sank into Galo's hair, gripping it tightly as he thrust deeper into his mouth.
It was rough, desperate, and almost too much, and Galo moaned around the fullness in his mouth. He could feel the tension in Lio's body, and when he came, it wasn't a surprise.
Galo swallowed it all.
He never minded the way Lio tasted. Liked it, in fact. Not that he'd ever said as much. It seemed like a weird thing to tell a guy. He swept his tongue over his lips all the same after Lio withdrew and flopped down beside him.
The moments after that were slow and dazed. Galo slipped his arm around Lio, finding himself at a loss for words. He stared up at the ceiling, absorbed in the taste of Lio in his mouth, the warmth of his body next to him, the everything of the night they'd had.
They cleaned up after a while.
Eventually, Galo found himself in the kitchen, dressed in pyjamas and with his hair damp from the shower.
Lio was at the counter making tea, his hair already starting to fluff out as it dried.
Going up behind him, Galo took the opportunity to wrap his arms around him, drawing him close. As Lio leaned back into him, letting out a relaxed sigh, Galo pressed his face into his hair.
"Happy?" Galo asked.
"Mmhm." Lio's hands found his own, covering them. His fingers were warm from handling the kettle. For a moment he was quiet, as if he was thinking over something. Finally, he asked, "Was that all right?"
"Huh?"
"Before. Was I too rough?"
Relief washed over Galo. Well. "No problem!" He gave Lio a squeeze, a smile washing over his face. "Don't know if you noticed, but I have a big mouth."
Lio snorted. "I don't think anyone could fail to notice that." He twisted around in Galo's arms to face him, pressing up against his body. "I like your big mouth," he continued. In other circumstances that might have been an invitation for round two, but by the matter-of-fact way Lio said it, it was clear he didn't mean anything more than that. "...And I like the rest of you," he said, one hand settling on Galo's chest, above his heart.
Galo smiled. The impulse to say something was strong, but he pushed it away. No need to ruin the moment. By the way Lio was looking at him, he could guess that the guy had a damn good idea of what he was thinking.
Instead, Galo dipped his head, shutting himself up against Lio's mouth.
That said it all.
