osgood_asitgets / [Hockey RPS - Once Bitten - Alexandre Burrows/Patrice Bergeron

kink_bingo card. | this 'Bite-gate', as they're calling it, will never die down, and honestly? You just can't make this shit up.

Once Bitten

It's the Finals, for Christ's sake, and Burrows did totally chomp on his finger, which is why there is absolutely nothing that can explain why he's currently sprawled across Alex's bed like an accessory.

And he's naked. He can only imagine what his teammates would say if they knew he was lying, naked, in the bed of one of the players on the hated opposing team.

But... that look in Alex's eyes when he bit him. It was all heat and seductive intent, and Patrice, in the intensity of the game, of course he tried to get the refs to understand Alex had bitten him.

But he just keeps coming back to that look in his eyes: it had opened something inside of Patrice, like a locked door he hadn't known was there. How he had gotten so flushed suddenly, his jockstrap and cup too tight, his finger throbbing and his cock throbbing in time.

Maybe the biggest question is: how did Burrows know? That secret in his eyes... the way he'd lifted his glove as if to hide what he was doing from the cameras... as if he'd understood just by looking at Patrice that there was this strange desire buried inside him.

"Shut up," Alex says suddenly, and he's all long limbs and sleek muscle climbing onto the bed with a feline grace. Patrice blinks, about to protest that he hasn't spoken a word, when Alex leans down close, as if to kiss him.

His lips brush past Patrice's lips, but he doesn't stop there as expected; he lowers his head further and finds the cut curve of Patrice's jaw and fastens his teeth there. He doesn't bite hard—not like he'd bitten his finger—but he closes his teeth on the sensitive skin there and breathes through his mouth, leaving a hot trail of shivers on Patrice's skin.

"Please," Patrice says, unsure what he's asking for, but he's still completely naked and exposed and Alex has low-slung jeans on still. He's naked and he feels vulnerable, and he doesn't like it—it's like making a pass in the Finals and knowing that someone, probably someone big and solid, is going to bash into you as hard as he can.

Being a hockey player has made him immune to that type of vulnerability, but this is so very different that it calls up those memories from back when he was a kid and still nervous about it.

"Really," Alex murmurs against his skin, teeth grazing his jaw, "I mean it, be quiet. You think so loud the guys in the next room can probably hear your thoughts."

"But..." Patrice still doesn't know what he wants, but Alex seems to know. It's ridiculous and crazy and the whole situation is absurd, but... Alex slides his lips down along Patrice's jaw, beneath his ear, following the line of his neck until he reaches that connection between his neck and shoulder and this time, when he bites down, he bites down hard.

Patrice's hips jerk upward, his whole body goes tense, and his immediate reaction is to push at Alex, to get his teeth away from him, until he discovers with no small amount of dismay that he's actually grasping at Alex's shoulders to pull him in tighter and that the jerk of his hips was his cock seeking friction.

He's growing hard, the bite throbbing, Alex no longer using his teeth so much as sucking on that same area, creating that pulling sensation, the pain as he draws blood to the surface and marks Patrice with a bruise.

He vaguely has time to question whether his teammates will draw the conclusion that it's a sex-bruise and not a hockey-bruise before Alex finally covers Patrice's lips with his own.

He's not sure what he was expecting, but the violent kiss he receives isn't exactly it. Alex just takes what he wants, pressing his tongue into Patrice's mouth, sucking at Patrice's tongue, and basically asserting dominance.

Patrice is thankful that none of his teammates can currently see him or what he's doing, because he'd never live down how easily he's going along with this; how much he's allowing Alex to get away with without a fight.

Burrows must know that Patrice is still thinking too much, because he distracts him all at once with his teeth closing over Patrice's bottom lip and tugging it into his mouth. He's gentle at first, just sucking at his lower lip—which feels pretty damn good—but then he bites down, and boy, does he do it forcefully enough that when he releases it, blood seeps inside Patrice's mouth.

He's about to complain, to shove at Alex again, when Alex uses a finger to tilt his head to the side and, mouth slightly parted, he sets about making yet another hickey for Patrice's teammates to discover.

The problem is, Patrice wants to protest such abuse, but his body is thrumming all over, hot and slathered with sweat and his dick aches like he can't even believe.

Which is probably why, when Alex pulls back and gives an evil smile, Patrice has only a second to worry about what he's planning before Alex's mouth surrounds his dick.

Patrice exhales a sigh, body going slack at the sweetness of the contact, before suddenly Alex's teeth are dragging across the super-sensitive flesh there and he's so going to remind Alex that blowjobs do not, under any circumstances, involve teeth, when Alex does something and Patrice's pelvis surges upward, driving his cock deeper into Alex's mouth as he shoots thick and powerfully down Alex's throat.

On second thought, he thinks as his body slowly comes down, maybe Alex knows more about a good blowjob than he does.

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