Metalocalypse Challenge #45
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dethoratsPrompt: Thigh Highs
Pairing: Pickles/Skwisgaar
“Dis is dildoes. Why you gots dis stuffs anyway, Pickle?”
The drummer in question merely offered up a crooked grin and kept right on working. It was proving harder than he’d thought it would be to get the stockings up over the Swede’s thighs. Skwisgaar was slender, after all, but he was also practically seven feet tall. The muscles in his legs weren’t as smooth or shapely as those of a particularly tall woman and, even though they’d been specially ordered, the elastic border on the stockings was proving an especially tight fit. Still, it did give Pickles even more of an excuse to run his hands all over Skwisgaar’s legs and that had been one of the points of the exercise in the first place.
Another point had been to see if the blond would even let him, as Skwisgaar could be particularly sensitive about ‘girly’ things thanks to some unresolved issues from his past (Ahem, Mommy Issues). But so far Skwisgaar had tolerated the idea with only some minor grumbling and Pickles was gratified in the trust, even if it was probably partially due to the fact that he’d also promised the promiscuous Swede some mind-blowing sex in payment. And he intended to deliver, since just putting the darn things on was getting his personal ‘pickle’ stirring in his jeans.
It sat up at full attention as the drummer snapped the last garter in place and leaned back on his heels to admire his handiwork. A delicate black latticework covered nearly every last inch of Skwisgaar’s considerably long legs, the fishnets standing out in stark contrast to the pale skin they covered. The denser black lines of six garters covered the last stretch of milky thigh and curved over his ass. His last bit of attire was a simple and short black garter belt, adorned with a silver skull in the center, but Pickles was having trouble seeing it behind the girth of Skwisgaar’s erection. Apparently the Swede had enjoyed being touched as much as Pickles had enjoyed doing the touching.
And his cock got even more interested as Pickles stroked a light, teasing finger up the entire length of one leg, making Skwisgaar tingle as the stocking hid bits of sensitive skin from the drummer’s knowing touch. Pickles rubbed and stroked and gently tugged at the stockings, admiring how they made Skwisgaar’s legs seem even longer and more graceful. And the Swede shivered and shifted into his fingers in return until his typical impatience made him sneer down at the drummer.
“I t’ought you promised de hot sexings, Pickle.”
“I did.”
And he got to his feet, because Skwisgaar really was tall and he couldn’t properly reach even on his knees, and pushed the Swede to lean against the cold stone Mordhaus wall, bracing himself on the same with one hand. Greedy, needy fingers slipped behind one garter to stroke Swedish skin and finally Pickles lowered his hot and hungry mouth over the tip of Skwisgaar’s cock.
Pairing: Pickles/Skwisgaar
“Dis is dildoes. Why you gots dis stuffs anyway, Pickle?”
The drummer in question merely offered up a crooked grin and kept right on working. It was proving harder than he’d thought it would be to get the stockings up over the Swede’s thighs. Skwisgaar was slender, after all, but he was also practically seven feet tall. The muscles in his legs weren’t as smooth or shapely as those of a particularly tall woman and, even though they’d been specially ordered, the elastic border on the stockings was proving an especially tight fit. Still, it did give Pickles even more of an excuse to run his hands all over Skwisgaar’s legs and that had been one of the points of the exercise in the first place.
Another point had been to see if the blond would even let him, as Skwisgaar could be particularly sensitive about ‘girly’ things thanks to some unresolved issues from his past (Ahem, Mommy Issues). But so far Skwisgaar had tolerated the idea with only some minor grumbling and Pickles was gratified in the trust, even if it was probably partially due to the fact that he’d also promised the promiscuous Swede some mind-blowing sex in payment. And he intended to deliver, since just putting the darn things on was getting his personal ‘pickle’ stirring in his jeans.
It sat up at full attention as the drummer snapped the last garter in place and leaned back on his heels to admire his handiwork. A delicate black latticework covered nearly every last inch of Skwisgaar’s considerably long legs, the fishnets standing out in stark contrast to the pale skin they covered. The denser black lines of six garters covered the last stretch of milky thigh and curved over his ass. His last bit of attire was a simple and short black garter belt, adorned with a silver skull in the center, but Pickles was having trouble seeing it behind the girth of Skwisgaar’s erection. Apparently the Swede had enjoyed being touched as much as Pickles had enjoyed doing the touching.
And his cock got even more interested as Pickles stroked a light, teasing finger up the entire length of one leg, making Skwisgaar tingle as the stocking hid bits of sensitive skin from the drummer’s knowing touch. Pickles rubbed and stroked and gently tugged at the stockings, admiring how they made Skwisgaar’s legs seem even longer and more graceful. And the Swede shivered and shifted into his fingers in return until his typical impatience made him sneer down at the drummer.
“I t’ought you promised de hot sexings, Pickle.”
“I did.”
And he got to his feet, because Skwisgaar really was tall and he couldn’t properly reach even on his knees, and pushed the Swede to lean against the cold stone Mordhaus wall, bracing himself on the same with one hand. Greedy, needy fingers slipped behind one garter to stroke Swedish skin and finally Pickles lowered his hot and hungry mouth over the tip of Skwisgaar’s cock.
