Title: Hungry Like the Wolf
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 11, Hunger
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Ryan closed his eyes as he and Greg tumbled onto the bed together, his hands moving down the smooth skin of Greg's back. It only took him a moment to roll his boyfriend over onto his back, moving his hands down to cup Greg's buttocks and raise his hips.

He couldn't wait to be inside Greg; he'd been thinking about what would happen when they got home and shed their clothes during the entire night at work.

It didn't make him a bad person to enjoy making love to his boyfriend, he told himself firmly. He always hungered for Greg, every moment of every day, no matter where they were. He couldn't get enough of the man he loved; Greg was always on his mind.

If that made him hungry like the wolf, then he could live with that.

Greg had come up with that statement, laughing when the song of the same name had come on the radio in the van as they were driving back to the lab from a crime scene. He had teased Ryan about that hunger, but Ryan knew that Greg felt it just as intensely.

Would they ever get enough of each other? he asked himself, moaning as Greg's hands moved down to his hips, mirroring his own movements. He loved feeling those soft hands on his skin; he would know Greg's touch anywhere, even in the blackest, most Stygian void.

He would never get enough of this man, and he was sure that Greg felt the same way about him. The two of them were meant to be; there had been a spark between them from the first second their gazes had met, both a physical and an emotional connection.

Greg lifted his hips, moaning Ryan's name, those hands sliding down to cup his ass and pull him closer. Ryan moaned Greg's name in response, glad that they'd fooled around on the couch for a while before coming into the bedroom. Greg was just as ready as he was.

Sliding inside his lover felt like coming home, being enveloped by heat and desire.

One thrust, then another. Greg's long legs were wrapped around his waist, his boyfriend's movements urging him on. He couldn't last long at this rate, not this time -- but he would make it up to Greg later by licking him all over, from head to toe, before making love to him again.

Oh, he was hungry like the wolf, all right. Hungry for this man who he could never get enough of, hungry for his love, for his touch, for his taste, hungry in a way that would never be sated.

As he thrust into Greg again, harder this time, all he could think was that he didn't want this hunger to ever be sated; he wanted to go on like this forever, loving Greg, desiring him, and being loved and desired in return. He would never get enough of that, not as long as he lived.

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