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Proof of Ownership (Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig)
I am posting early since my mom is in the hospital after an intense surgery. She's good, doing well, but I'm visiting her after work tomorrow, so I don't know if I'll have time to post. ^_^
Title: Proof of Ownership
Author/Artist: D a.k.a.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: R
Warnings: Sex.
Word count: 451
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: Biting/Marking - Crawford only thinks he belongs to no one
Beta'd bycmda_alexanda
Proof of Ownership
His arrangement was simple and sweet. He fucked Schuldig and that was that. There was nothing more, no flowers, no feelings, no claiming, no nothing. It was rutting, not romance. Crawford had no time to spare for romance. He also had no time to spend with fools who thought they could own him. He belonged to no one, not a lover, not a friend; not even SS owned him.
He highly enjoyed sex with Schuldig; however, found it particularly pleasurable bending Schuldig over his desk and leaving fingerprint bruising on Schuldig's hips. He enjoyed it enough that any paper that ended up wrinkled under Schuldig's clenching hands didn't bother him. Today, they were in Schuldig's bed, Schuldig on his back, fingernails scratching down Brad's back as Brad slid in and out of Schuldig, sweat rolling behind the hinge of his jaw as Brad hitched one of Schuldig's legs higher over his hip and changed his angle. He liked it when Schuldig threw his head back with a strangled moan, because it was rather sexy, seeing the line of Schuldig's throat like that, but also because of the way Schuldig tightened around him.
He took advantage of that angle, thrusting in hard to see and feel Schuldig's reactions; the way the stinging lines down his back throbbed, the way Schuldig bit his lip then gasping, leaving his lip glistening, the way Schuldig buried his face in his neck, teeth scraping against his skin before Schuldig bit down hard. He shuddered at the pain, returning it to Schuldig as he drove in deep, forcing Schuldig to demonstrate his flexibility as Crawford folded over him, snapping his hips relentlessly, driving into Schuldig, listening to his cries of pleasure.
Later, he touched the blooming bruise as he gazed into the mirror. He huffed, knowing that it would be a close call to covering it up properly. Of course, the client he would be meeting with today would view it as a sign of an excellent conquest and would congratulate him, but Crawford didn't like that becoming part of his image. He frowned as he moved away to continue to get dressed, missing the overly satisfied expression on Schuldig's face.
Schuldig knew how Crawford felt about a partner and that was mostly fine with Schuldig. But Schuldig didn't share and he certainly wouldn't allow anyone to partake in Crawford. So he left his marks, clearly showing anyone who would risk getting that close that Crawford belonged to someone already. Of course, Crawford had no idea what the various scratches and bites meant because he only thought that he belonged to no one. But Schuldig knew the truth of it, and it was enough that he knew.
Title: Proof of Ownership
Author/Artist: D a.k.a.
wk_recomendRating: R
Warnings: Sex.
Word count: 451
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: Biting/Marking - Crawford only thinks he belongs to no one
Beta'd by
cmda_alexandaProof of Ownership
His arrangement was simple and sweet. He fucked Schuldig and that was that. There was nothing more, no flowers, no feelings, no claiming, no nothing. It was rutting, not romance. Crawford had no time to spare for romance. He also had no time to spend with fools who thought they could own him. He belonged to no one, not a lover, not a friend; not even SS owned him.
He highly enjoyed sex with Schuldig; however, found it particularly pleasurable bending Schuldig over his desk and leaving fingerprint bruising on Schuldig's hips. He enjoyed it enough that any paper that ended up wrinkled under Schuldig's clenching hands didn't bother him. Today, they were in Schuldig's bed, Schuldig on his back, fingernails scratching down Brad's back as Brad slid in and out of Schuldig, sweat rolling behind the hinge of his jaw as Brad hitched one of Schuldig's legs higher over his hip and changed his angle. He liked it when Schuldig threw his head back with a strangled moan, because it was rather sexy, seeing the line of Schuldig's throat like that, but also because of the way Schuldig tightened around him.
He took advantage of that angle, thrusting in hard to see and feel Schuldig's reactions; the way the stinging lines down his back throbbed, the way Schuldig bit his lip then gasping, leaving his lip glistening, the way Schuldig buried his face in his neck, teeth scraping against his skin before Schuldig bit down hard. He shuddered at the pain, returning it to Schuldig as he drove in deep, forcing Schuldig to demonstrate his flexibility as Crawford folded over him, snapping his hips relentlessly, driving into Schuldig, listening to his cries of pleasure.
Later, he touched the blooming bruise as he gazed into the mirror. He huffed, knowing that it would be a close call to covering it up properly. Of course, the client he would be meeting with today would view it as a sign of an excellent conquest and would congratulate him, but Crawford didn't like that becoming part of his image. He frowned as he moved away to continue to get dressed, missing the overly satisfied expression on Schuldig's face.
Schuldig knew how Crawford felt about a partner and that was mostly fine with Schuldig. But Schuldig didn't share and he certainly wouldn't allow anyone to partake in Crawford. So he left his marks, clearly showing anyone who would risk getting that close that Crawford belonged to someone already. Of course, Crawford had no idea what the various scratches and bites meant because he only thought that he belonged to no one. But Schuldig knew the truth of it, and it was enough that he knew.