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Releasing the Tension (Gunn/Oz)
Title: Releasing the Tension
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing Number: 8
Pairing: Gunn/Oz
Category: Smut
AN: Another one, finally! 6 down, 2 to go! *does a happy dance* *loves on people* Enjoy you all!
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He was cute, in a punk rockish way. His hair changed colors rather often, but his eyes were always this interesting green color that darkened or lightened and were better then a mood ring really. Shifting, he watched the lean body carry books to the table and set them down, beads around wrists tapping together lightly.
That was another reason Gunn liked to watched the lithe body move. It screamed ‘animal’ and ‘sin’, all wrapped up in a tiny package that looked like nothing. Licking his lips, the black man shifted as his eyes darkened, Oz looking up and at him in return, eyes darkening at the scent that curled just barely against his senses.
He knew that it was going to be a long night with all of the researching that they were stuck doing in preparation of the newest apocalypse. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t steal a few minutes to themselves, to enjoy a bit of fun and lust together. And they would so do that very soon. Once they were able to slip away.
Looking around, Gunn slipped out of the room with the excuse of coffee, making Ozs nose wrinkle in distaste. Shaking his head, he followed soon after, seemingly heading for the stairs and a shower, or so the others thought. He was tugged into Gunns office that was near the stairs but soundproofed against the super hearing of their vampiric bosses.
Shoving the lean man against the wall, Gunn slanted their lips together and drew the wolf into a tongue tangling kiss, slick muscles sliding against each other and tasting, teasing. It was arousing and it wasn’t long before Ozs legs were wrapped tight around Gunns waist, their hips pressing and rolling together. They were hard and ready for more, wanting it, needing it.
The week had started out pretty good but it had gone to hell from there. An attack had put several of the new Watchers into the hospital and Angel into his office to call people to find out what had caused the attack on the hotel. From there it had gotten worse; more attacks happening, research parties and massive amount of time on the phone, staying in contact with Cleveland. There hadn’t been any time for anything stress relieving outside of quick showers and naps.
Now they were alone and they had time to play, even if it was just a bit of time.
Moans and growls filled the air as the two let their hands wonder and their lips connect again and again. Gunn finally got tired of waiting and reached between them, loosening their pant buttons and zippers, gently pulling his lover out of his pants. Pulling himself out, he pressed their cocks together and started to stroke them slowly, groaning at the rough friction that he felt.
Oz growled lowly, his prick leaking heavily, making the movements that much smoother, that much nicer for the two. Their hips twitched forward into the hand, Ozs own slim white hand joining Gunns much bigger hand in stroking them. Pressing his lips to his bigger lovers, the wolf swiped his thumb over their tips, causing Gunn to growl and tighten his hand around them. It was hot, arousing and just the right amount of pain, making Oz nearly howl into the kiss as Gunn started to stroke them faster.
The tension of their week, of having no sex and little sleep broke, sending them over into their climaxes with all the force and finesse of a sledge hammer. Oz broke first, tearing his lips away from Gunns and arching his back as he splash silky white come between them, legs locking around the waist they were holding. Gunn growled and followed soon after, hips jerking into his hand and against Ozs hips as he added to the mess.
Pressing his forehead against the wall next to Ozs head, the hunter gasped and tried to catch his breath as they sank to the floor, Oz still attached tightly to his lover. Sighing happily, Gunn sat back and pushed a bit of the purple hair away from green eyes, smiling in return to the loopy, happy smile that he got from his dazed mate.
“We should go back and help them some more,” he finally said, brushing his lips against Ozs cheek getting a head shake. “No? Why not?” he teased.
“Because if we go in smelling like sex, it will give Spike hours of entertainment in teasing us,” Oz replied, tapping Gunns nose with a smirk, making the black man groan softly at the reminder. “You remember the last time that happened?”
“Yeah, I came close to killing the idiot,” he huffed, standing up with Oz on slightly shaky legs. “Come on. My room has the bigger shower. When are you gonna say yes to just moving into my room?”
“When you say yes to moving my bed. Yours is smaller than mine,” Oz replied as the two headed upstairs and to Gunns room.
“I can do that,” Gunn hummed, closing the door behind them before picking up the wolf and tossing him over his shoulder. “For now, let’s have a bit of shower fun.”
Oz just laughed and grabbed onto Gunns ass with a smirk.
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing Number: 8
Pairing: Gunn/Oz
Category: Smut
AN: Another one, finally! 6 down, 2 to go! *does a happy dance* *loves on people* Enjoy you all!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He was cute, in a punk rockish way. His hair changed colors rather often, but his eyes were always this interesting green color that darkened or lightened and were better then a mood ring really. Shifting, he watched the lean body carry books to the table and set them down, beads around wrists tapping together lightly.
That was another reason Gunn liked to watched the lithe body move. It screamed ‘animal’ and ‘sin’, all wrapped up in a tiny package that looked like nothing. Licking his lips, the black man shifted as his eyes darkened, Oz looking up and at him in return, eyes darkening at the scent that curled just barely against his senses.
He knew that it was going to be a long night with all of the researching that they were stuck doing in preparation of the newest apocalypse. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t steal a few minutes to themselves, to enjoy a bit of fun and lust together. And they would so do that very soon. Once they were able to slip away.
Looking around, Gunn slipped out of the room with the excuse of coffee, making Ozs nose wrinkle in distaste. Shaking his head, he followed soon after, seemingly heading for the stairs and a shower, or so the others thought. He was tugged into Gunns office that was near the stairs but soundproofed against the super hearing of their vampiric bosses.
Shoving the lean man against the wall, Gunn slanted their lips together and drew the wolf into a tongue tangling kiss, slick muscles sliding against each other and tasting, teasing. It was arousing and it wasn’t long before Ozs legs were wrapped tight around Gunns waist, their hips pressing and rolling together. They were hard and ready for more, wanting it, needing it.
The week had started out pretty good but it had gone to hell from there. An attack had put several of the new Watchers into the hospital and Angel into his office to call people to find out what had caused the attack on the hotel. From there it had gotten worse; more attacks happening, research parties and massive amount of time on the phone, staying in contact with Cleveland. There hadn’t been any time for anything stress relieving outside of quick showers and naps.
Now they were alone and they had time to play, even if it was just a bit of time.
Moans and growls filled the air as the two let their hands wonder and their lips connect again and again. Gunn finally got tired of waiting and reached between them, loosening their pant buttons and zippers, gently pulling his lover out of his pants. Pulling himself out, he pressed their cocks together and started to stroke them slowly, groaning at the rough friction that he felt.
Oz growled lowly, his prick leaking heavily, making the movements that much smoother, that much nicer for the two. Their hips twitched forward into the hand, Ozs own slim white hand joining Gunns much bigger hand in stroking them. Pressing his lips to his bigger lovers, the wolf swiped his thumb over their tips, causing Gunn to growl and tighten his hand around them. It was hot, arousing and just the right amount of pain, making Oz nearly howl into the kiss as Gunn started to stroke them faster.
The tension of their week, of having no sex and little sleep broke, sending them over into their climaxes with all the force and finesse of a sledge hammer. Oz broke first, tearing his lips away from Gunns and arching his back as he splash silky white come between them, legs locking around the waist they were holding. Gunn growled and followed soon after, hips jerking into his hand and against Ozs hips as he added to the mess.
Pressing his forehead against the wall next to Ozs head, the hunter gasped and tried to catch his breath as they sank to the floor, Oz still attached tightly to his lover. Sighing happily, Gunn sat back and pushed a bit of the purple hair away from green eyes, smiling in return to the loopy, happy smile that he got from his dazed mate.
“We should go back and help them some more,” he finally said, brushing his lips against Ozs cheek getting a head shake. “No? Why not?” he teased.
“Because if we go in smelling like sex, it will give Spike hours of entertainment in teasing us,” Oz replied, tapping Gunns nose with a smirk, making the black man groan softly at the reminder. “You remember the last time that happened?”
“Yeah, I came close to killing the idiot,” he huffed, standing up with Oz on slightly shaky legs. “Come on. My room has the bigger shower. When are you gonna say yes to just moving into my room?”
“When you say yes to moving my bed. Yours is smaller than mine,” Oz replied as the two headed upstairs and to Gunns room.
“I can do that,” Gunn hummed, closing the door behind them before picking up the wolf and tossing him over his shoulder. “For now, let’s have a bit of shower fun.”
Oz just laughed and grabbed onto Gunns ass with a smirk.