A Whump Cave

"We-we're so fucked…" . A fellow whump enjoyer who is kinda sometimes actively participating. (@basica11yg33ky’s side blog)

[shadeofgreed]

You deserve someone that's going to appreciate you. You deserve someone that wants to be excited about when you get home. You deserve someone that wants to hold your hand during those bad days. You deserve someone that's going to love the worst parts of you.

So that's why I took you, kiddo. Now when I take the duct tape off are you going to try to scream again or are we going to play nice?

[loreleiloon]

Lorelei idk if you take requests but I am CRAVING some type of whump so I am shooting my shot anyway

Imagine a whumpee who is slowly but heavily restrained by an intimate whumper. They woke up already restrained, but soon enough whumper makes them completely immobile. What whumper does afterwards is up to you!

- @piplupfluffwritingstuff2

@piplupfluffwritingstuff2, you know I'd always take a request from you <3 Hope it isn't too gorey! Whumpee shifts awake, frightened. Immediately, they know something is wrong. Their arms refuse to move and their knees are locked together. The room is deathly dark, with only a dim light flickering overhead. "There you are," a familiar voice ripples from the dark. Whumpee jerks up, panic hammering in their chest. "Where am I? What did you do?" Slowly, Whumper's face breaks through the dark, twisted, cold, utterly nonhuman. "Miss me?" "Stay away--!" But Whumpee's attempts to crawl back just make them fall back. They can barely bend their elbow and their ankles are so tightly bound, they can't move their feet to push them along. Whumper overtakes them easily, his long twisted limbs slipping behind to tighten the laces of the armbinder. "Wha--what are you doing?" Whumpee gasps, straining desperately as their shoulders are drawn back unnaturally, forcing their head to lean back as well. Their chest is pushed forward, tight in their clothes. "Hush now, moving only makes it worse." "How did you--" something thin and warm moulds itself to Whumpee's lips, sealing them completely. "There we are," Whumper says, tightening the bands around Whumpee's waist. With a quick tug, he fastens three long belts along WHumpee's body: at the neck, waist, and knees. A gurgle chokes from Whumpee's sealed mouth when their neck is held down. "Now, now, you're just being dramatic," Whumper says, limbs contorting wrongways in. "Stop thinking so much." With slow movement, Whumper hooks a curled nail down Whumpee's front. The thin material of Whumpee's shirt splits open easily, like butter cut from a hot knife.

Whumpee braces for the touching they're sure will follow, but it doesn't. Well no, they do feel a touch. But it's deeper, shifting almost...between their ribs? Desperate to see, Whumpee strains to lift thesmselves, but their restraints won't let them. "My, my," Whumper sighs, clicking their long tongue in disapproval. "You really haven't taken good care of yourself, have you?" Whumpee breathes heavily through their nose. They want to reply but the living gag threatens to slip inside their mouth if they part their lips. The touching still feels invasive but they can't place how, especially since they can't look. They don't feel it on their skin--where it should be--but in their chest. Then again, this all feels surreal. Like a bad dream that's--why can they smell blood?

Panic throttles Whumpee but their screams don't escape the living gag. Whumper grabs the belt around Whumpee's neck to pull them up. Blood covers their chest, spilling out from a gaping wound that Whumper opened. Overwhelmed, Whumpee collapses, hyperventillating. This is a dream. It must be. It has to be. Why does nothing hurt? "Shhh, shhh, look how tired your heart is," Whumper says. Something snaps inside Whumpee's chest. They raise their eyes in time to see Whumper holding their heart in his hand. "So lonely. So clotted." Whumper prods Whumpee's heart. Screaming, Whumpee throws their head back, writhing on the floor like a worm. Whumper's finger pushes in further, searching. Until he finds it, and pulls. At once, liquid warmth pools through Whumpee's body. Shuddering, they sink in their bindings, mewling into the gag. Internal release unwinds their tight muscles. Tension melts from their restrained body. The heart beats once, twice, over and over. Whumper's hand, six-fingered and crooked, loosely cups Whumpee's throat. "Look at that, hardly a difficult fix."

Deftly, the gnarled fingers slip over Whumpee's sealed lips, taking the moulded gag with them. Whumpee sucks in a deep breath, as if to make sure they're not smothered anymore. "Seal me up," they gasp, "Please--I don't want to see that again." Whumper chuckles, "Of course." Deftly, they drop the living gag over the wound. Stretching itself out, the living thing sews the split skin together as if it was never broken at all. "There now, all closed up, hmm?" "The--the blood--" "Ah yes," Whumper chirps, "I forgot." Leaning down, Whumper's long blackened tongue curls over the crimson stains, lapping them up. Whumpee shuts their eyes, sinking into a resigned state, "Please just...just tell me this is a dream?" "Yes. Well no, it's not a dream. It's a state of mind," Whumper rolls his double-pupiled eyes, "The truth is, I couldn't do anything unless you were completely unable to move. And the best way to do that was pull you into your mind." Whumpee attempts to sit up on their wrapped elbows, "But...how did you get in here, too?" "Do I look like a human being, Whumpee?" The way he asks made Whumpee feel foolish. But then they frowned, "But...if you're in my mind, how come I'm not in control?" "Oh, I don't know. It's almost like you're not in your right mind now, hmm? As if," he pretends to search for the right word, "you're unconscious, perhaps? Unable to move?" Whumpee twists, more in annoyance than desperation. They don't want to think about how comfortable they are with Whumper being here now. Perhaps feeling that pain in their chest removed is helping? Whumper leans closer to help them sit up comfortably. Whumpee shudders when the gnarled hands slip between their shirt and their skin, but perhaps the sensation of touch is a blessing. It reminds them they're not insane. Yet. "There now....feeling better, are we?" "Enough," Whumpee frowns. They feel leagues better, but they don't want Whumper to know. "How long will you keep me trapped here?" They ask. "Ha! We're inside your mind. You'll always be trapped here."

"So how did you get in?" Whumpee asks. "I don't know," Whumper remarks, leaning a little nearer, "Maybe you should ask them how." Whumpee's heart skips a beat, "Them?" Whumper dips his head and his lips catch under their jaw. The second the skin makes contact, Whumpee's eyes wrench open. Blinding lights beam down overhead. The pungent smell of antiseptics and nylon overwhelms Whumpee's senses. "Oh, good, you're awake," a friendly face pokes into Whumpee's field of view. "How are you feeling?" Disoriented, Whumpee can barely murmur, "My chest...really hurts..." "Well it's going to hurt for a little while, hon. You just woke up from surgery." Whumpee's eyes wrench open, "Surgery?! Why--what happened?" "You collapsed, luv," the nurse says kindly. "You're lucky we caught you in time. You had a clot in your heart. Took the doctors three hours to save you."

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

HOLY SMOKES

LORELEI-

WHAT A TWIST AT THE END THERE-

Whumper is so creepy but like, it's almost wholesome, it seems like he's just trying to help in his own, unnatural way

I can't tell if Whumper was even real, which I'm sure is what Whumpee is going through too

UGH SO GOOD

thank you thank you thank you!

[survivesurvivingwhump]

hey. whumpee that is physically stronger/more skilled than whumper. but either due to restraints and/or maybe drugging is rendered completely helpless :3. you're stronger than me, aren't you? why aren't you fighting back? aren't you supposed to be competent? :3

"you could push me off if you really wanted to," whumper murmurs to them. their voice is soft, just like their hands, their body on top of whumpee. "you must really like this, huh? otherwise... hell, if you didn't want this, if i was forcing you, if i was raping you, then you'd be justified in killing me, wouldn't you? and you could. you could kill me if you wanted."

whumpee tries to scream. they try to fight. they know they can't, the drugs have taken all of their choices away, all of them, but they try anyway. the most that they can achieve is a quiet, pathetic whimper, and their head rolling to the side, limp and lolling. whumper captures their cheek in a gentle, soft palm, directing whumpee's head until it faces up again.

the kiss is deep, and warm, and horrible. whumpee lays limp and takes it, unable to do anything else. it's... worse, somehow. it's worse than the other places that their bodies are joined with awful, violating, wet heat.

"go on," whumper murmurs against whumpee's lips. "fight me off. you're so much stronger than me. you're so strong." another kiss. tears drip down the sides of whumpee's cheeks. one trickles into whumpee's ear and it itches but they can't do anything about it. "if i'm raping you, kill me for it. you know you could, if you really wanted to."

[go-whump-in-the-night]

“Simms.” Dorjan spoke from the laptop, “For every time you touch him, every time you make him hurt, I will shatter a bone.”

Simms smirked at the screen. "I don't think I have that many bones, Kobor."

[whumpypepsigal]

Chaos Walking (2021): Todd gets shot and Viola rescues him.

“Todd. Todd. It’s okay, I’m here. Todd. No, no. I’m here.”

[ashenmind]

how to stop feeling like the weird kid in the back of class who messes with matches and doesn’t know how to play correctly

[asaintbyanyothername]

"I had a pet like you once" is a truly under-utilized dynamic in so many ways. I don't think I would be able to function properly ever again if this were said to me in all seriousness. Do you see me as a pet? Am I your pet? Am I yours? What do you mean "once"? Why am I so sleepy? What did you put in this drink? where did that leash come from

[writing-challenges-and-prompts]

Writing Prompt: Dialogue

“We really think he did it? Like, for real? Y’all really think [——]’s dumb or careless enough to leave something with his literal name of it at the scene of the crime?”

[kiodja]

right now you're feeling helpless

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

traditional chinese firework huohu火壶 by 江寻千

[gnars-house]

[hollowedskin]

This is beautiful. Is this the same lady that learned the iron fireworks technique too?

[ilovehumanssosomuch]

I'm posting this here because yes it's visually beautiful, but more importantly it shows the process of learning. It's not easy. It's scary. There's not a lot of people doing it.

It's beautiful because of the effort, not in spite of it. I feel like we don't value the effort of learning in social media posts, and this was incredibly done.

[mid-knife-crisis]

You have to shove your whumpees to the ground on their stomach and yank their arms behind their back to tie their wrists before pulling them back to their knees with a harsh yank on their hair otherwise they're not getting proper enrichment

[adrenaline-whump]

*raises hand* Is it OK if we shove them into a wall or slam them into a filing cabinet if they've had a lot of floor time recently?

[mid-knife-crisis]

Yes absolutely! The most important part of the enrichment isn't the floor itself but rather the physical manhandling and degradation. If anything it's best to switch up what you're slamming them into regularly to keep things fresh and interesting for them. You don't want a bored whumpee on your hands after all!

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"You had another vision? About what?"

"Doesn't matter. Let's just focus on the matter at hand."

"But what did—"

"There's nothing we can do about it, alright? Put it out of your mind. We have bigger things to worry about."

[melpomenelamusa]

"Someone was a very bad dog"

Now it's time to show Sirius some love with this amazing and beautiful art by @sorrowful-hyacinth!!! Thank you so much for such a wonderful commission! 💜💜💜🐶🐶🐶✨✨✨

How do you think Sirius ended up in this state? What do you think he did to deserve this punishment from Graus? 👀

[whack-a-clown]

My bet’s on trying to escape before a fight… maybe he almost succeeded. Poor guy.

[sitervlitoy]

what a catch

[koleopteros]

Beautiful art!! I love his hair and facial expression (especially the way it almost verges on shock or disbelief), and the contrast between the background and the gore. How strikingly human he is on the inside. Lovely job!!

@wolfeyedwitch check this out, reminds me a lot of distain all glittering gold

[wolfeyedwitch]

Oooooh this is delightfully evil!

[knivestothroats]

more discord game night shenanigans

[whump-tr0pes]

Beneath Gunmetal Skies 2 - Chapter 16

Marcus and Jake are finally safe from AMTEC - although their escape nearly cost them both their lives. Now they are free to heal and discover what they might be to each other - and they learn that AMTEC’s influence leaves not a single person in their lives untouched.

AO3

Masterlist

This is a sequel series to Beneath Gunmetal Skies. Start here, continued from here.

Contents: comfort, demisexual Marcus, past sexual abuse, past noncon, past masturbation, explicit consensual sex, anal sex, platonic sex, past torture, prosthetic, nsfwhump

Happy Pride

~

Jake looked better the next morning. He woke in Marcus’s arms, the hair on one side of his head flattened to his scalp, the other side a tangled mess. He had drooled all over Marcus’s metal arm. The fingers of Jake’s left hand were curled in the neckline of Marcus’s shirt. And when his eyes slowly blinked open, they settled on Marcus’s face – without fear, without pain. Marcus let out a breath.

“Hey,” he whispered.

Jake just leaned forward and kissed him.

Marcus let out a breath. He cradled Jake’s face and gently broke the kiss. “Hey. Jake… you feeling…?”

Jake swallowed hard as he drew his nose along the length of Marcus’s. “Yeah,” he croaked. “I’m… I’m sorry. I got scared. And I—”

“You don’t have to apologize for that,” Marcus said. “For being scared or… or what you did when it happened. I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know we were… I should have guessed, though. The train… it was heading toward your hometown. I should have… thought. It just didn’t occur to me.”

Jake let out a shuddery breath. “It’s just… hard. To think straight, when it comes to him. And her, really. Both of them. But… I don’t want to think about them. Okay? I don’t. I want…” He leaned forward to kiss Marcus again.

A thrill zipped up Marcus’s spine. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed against Jake’s mouth.

“Please?” Jake whispered. His hand traced down Marcus’s chest, across his stomach, and slipped under his shirt. Marcus gasped at the touch. “Please?”

Goosebumps erupted over Marcus’s body as Jake lowered his head to kiss Marcus’s throat – pressing, sucking, lingering at the scar where the chip had been. Marcus shuddered and felt himself grasping at Jake without his meaning to. He made sure to keep his metal hand clear of Jake’s body. “Ah, fuck, Jake, I… i-it’s… too soon, you’ve—”

“I’ve been off the antibiotics for days,” Jake rasped against Marcus’s skin.

Marcus whimpered. He felt… fuck, he felt everything. Everything he’d never felt before in his life. He didn’t know what he wanted, only that he wanted, and he wanted Jake.

And Jake wanted him. For some fucking reason, Jake wanted him.

“I… d-don’t want to hurt you,” Marcus said softly, both confession and excuse.

Jake stopped. He pulled back and met Marcus’s eyes. “Marcus… if you don’t want this, we won’t do it,” he said solemnly. “But… I want this. You won’t hurt me. I’ll walk you through it so you won’t hurt me. I promise, okay?”

As Marcus stared at Jake, he had the distinct feeling of being on a threshold. The familiar empty-sick feeling washed over him that he had felt so many times before, the certainty that life wouldn’t be the same after this, that he wouldn’t be the same. He’d felt it when he’d signed his Levy paperwork, and when he’d been shown to his room on his first base. He’d felt it when he’d watched Jake beg for his life in the feed, and when he’d watched the brass make the decision to consign Jake for his loyalty. And he felt it now, on the edge of something far less dangerous than those past catastrophes – but it felt just as deadly.

It didn’t have to be, though. This was Jake. This was his Jake.

He pressed a kiss to Jake’s lips, tenderly holding Jake’s face in his hand. Jake turned his face up for the kiss. “You tell me if it starts to hurt?” Marcus said – pleaded. “Promise?”

“Yeah.”

Marcus nodded. “Okay. You… you tell me what to do.”

Jake smiled and gave Marcus another kiss. “Okay. There are, um… condoms in the nightstand.”

A flush prickled in Marcus’s cheeks and neck. “There are…?”

“I asked Lars to get some,” Jake said, blushing a bit himself. “In case you ever wanted to… um…”

“Oh my god,” Marcus groaned, pressing his face into his hand. “So Lars knows we’re going to—”

Jake interrupted him with a kiss. “Hush, you. Now, I need to clean myself up a bit, do a bit of prep. Can you sit tight for like… ten minutes?”

Marcus melted as Jake pulled him close. “Y-yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, I can… sit tight.”

“Okay. Be right back.”

Jake clumsily climbed out of bed and made his way to the bedroom door. As he glanced back at Marcus, another flush blazed across his cheeks.

As the door clicked closed, Marcus collapsed back to the bed. He stared at the ceiling and noticed with a little astonishment all the ways his body still seemed to be reacting to Jake, even though he was out of the room. His heart felt light and fluttery, and his stomach had that same strange swoopy sensation he’d felt several times already. His skin felt too tight, as if he needed to strip it off in order to move about freely again. And then there was the heavy weight between his legs.

Obviously he’d had erections before, in the same way that he’d been hungry, tired, or thirsty before. He’d always handled them with the same sort of bored efficiency with which he handled all his own conditioning. The officers made jokes about it; how Levs had their balls cut off when they got recruited, how Levs couldn’t even get hard anymore unless they were ordered to, how Levs probably did nothing but suck and fuck each other when they weren’t slavishly carrying out the commands of the people who bent them over in closets and offices and barracks—

But to Marcus it had always seemed so overblown. He’d never felt the need to do anything with a hard-on other than jerk off silently into his fist – a form of biological maintenance closer to changing the oil in a car than the end-all-be-all experience everyone seemed to make it out as. He’d never once thought about… putting it in someone. He’d always kinda assumed it would be his job to take it until he was put down.

Until now. Until Jake.

Now… he thought of Jake’s mouth on his neck and felt his breathing hitch. He thought of the feeling of Jake’s hands on him, sliding under his shirt, clutching his waist, and felt his throat go tight. He thought of the sound of Jake’s voice – “please, please” – and felt his hips stutter forward, bucking just slightly into the empty air above the bed.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

The door cracked open. He jumped like he’d been shocked.

“Hey,” Jake said as he slid inside and closed the door again. “You doing okay?” He sat on the bed beside Marcus.

“Yeah,” Marcus said. “Yeah, just… just a little nervous.”

“Yeah,” Jake said. “Me, too.”

Jake stretched out beside Marcus and wasted no time pulling him close. Marcus groaned as Jake pulled him into a kiss, rolling his hips against Marcus’s thigh. Marcus buried his face in Jake’s neck. “Ungh, Jake,” he murmured.

Jake’s fingers stole under Marcus’s shirt once more. They crept up Marcus’s back, gliding over the scars there, drawing back and forth as gently as could be. Marcus shivered under the touch. Hesitantly, he grasped Jake’s hip. The cane and whip marks were still on his back, still not healed, but the bruises on his hips had mostly faded. Jake exhaled and hooked his leg around Marcus’s hips.

“So… h-how does this work?” Marcus panted against Jake’s mouth.

Jake huffed out a laugh. “Well, I just went to the bathroom and uh… washed things out a bit. I still need to be prepped a little, so… prepped, like, with fingers and lube. To help me relax. Then you put on a condom and use more lube, and then you… you fuck me.” His lashes brushed his cheek as he bent his head to kiss Marcus again.

Marcus swallowed. “And you’ll… you’ll show me how to—”

“Of course, Marcus,” Jake said, nuzzling his nose. “But… pants off, first.”

Marcus could feel his blood pounding in his ears as Jake reached beneath the sheets to work his pants and underwear off his hips. He watched Jake drop them off the side of the bed, then reach into the nightstand. He emerged with a nitrile glove and a bottle of lube. He passed the glove to Marcus.

“Here.” He kissed Marcus deeply. “Although… I guess I could… if you wanted me to handle the—”

“No.” Marcus’s hand shook as he slid the glove on over his sweaty left palm. “I want to do it. I want to… to be the one to do it. Just… move over again, Jake? So I can use this hand?”

Jake moved over and settled on his side, staring at Marcus. Marcus picked up the lube and flipped open the cap.

The sound of it made his stomach drop. He swallowed his sudden dread.

“Now, squeeze out a bit onto your fingertips,” Jake said, tongue wetting his lips. He stared at Marcus’s hand and spread his legs. Marcus flushed redder as he followed Jake’s instructions and stretched out beside him. He cradled Jake gently with his right arm, trying not to stare at Jake’s half-hard cock as it lay against his thigh. “Okay. Now you’ll just… start with circles. Just massage for a bit.”

Marcus swallowed hard. Jake lay in his arms, legs spread, looking at him with such an expression of trust that it nearly bowled him over. He could still say no. He could still tell Jake this was too much, and it scared him, and this wasn’t what he wanted.

But it was. He wanted this. He wanted Jake. He couldn’t explain why, but… he wanted this. He drew in a deep breath and steadied himself.

I’ve fucking killed people. I’ve held up under enhanced interrogation. I got him out of an AMTEC blacksite. I can do this. I can do this.

He slid his hand down Jake’s thigh and between his legs, reaching lower until he found the firm little button of Jake’s ass. Gently, he pressed his lubed fingers against it and started to massage.

Jake let out a sigh. He pulled Marcus in close and kissed him slow.

“This?” Marcus asked in surprise. “You like this? This feels good?”

Already?

“Yeah,” Jake said. “All of it is supposed to feel good, Marcus.”

A little part of Marcus died. He just continued his circles, noticing with an almost clinical curiosity that the firm button was beginning to soften.

“Good,” Jake whispered. “Now try going in. Just with one finger. Nice and gentle and slow.”

Marcus swallowed. “Are… you sure?”

Jake smiled at him. “I’m sure.”

Hesitantly, carefully, Marcus pressed his finger into Jake. Jake groaned softly.

He felt a little tight, but also warm. Marcus could feel the muscles of Jake’s body moving around his finger. He watched Jake’s face, watched the play of a smile and something more intense than that move across his features. Jake nodded.

“Now move in and out… slowly. Once it feels like I’m relaxed enough you add another finger.”

Marcus followed Jake’s instructions to the letter. Jake sighed again. “And this feels… good,” Marcus said, a little bemusedly.

Jake nodded again. “I’ve gotten off just by being fingered, yeah,” he said. “It feels good, Marcus, really.” As if to prove it, his body started moving – just tiny movements of his hips, as if to meet the motion of Marcus’s fingers. As if he was fucking himself as Marcus worked. Jake’s fingers locked on Marcus’s shirt.

It felt… strange, to have his fingers inside Jake while their shirts were still on. But that felt good, too. Marcus was just as comfortable in his shirt as he was out of it, and Jake…

He didn’t want to see Jake’s injuries. Not right now. He didn’t want to see the evidence of all the ways he’d failed Jake. Not while he was fucking him. Maybe later. Maybe once the scars were all fully healed, he’d make himself do it. Just not today.

It did occur to Marcus that he would have to take off his own pants when it was time to actually fuck Jake, just… not yet. He was a little busy right now.

Still, as his mind flicked from his hand to his pants, he was shocked to discover that he’d become hard as a rock. He let out a choked sound and pressed his lips to Jake’s neck, cock straining against his pants, doing his best to focus on making those slow, deliberate movements in and out of Jake. Jake relaxed under his attention, and he added a second finger. Jake whined softly.

“You okay?” Marcus whispered.

“Yeah,” Jake rasped. “Want more.”

“Fuck,” Marcus breathed. His hips rolled against Jake’s.

Jake’s arm snaked behind Marcus’s neck, and his nails scratched along Marcus’s scalp. “Marcus, Marcus,” he sighed. “Try a third finger, please?”

Marcus nodded. “’Kay, Jake, just… just tell me if it’s… too much…” Gently, he slid another finger in.

Jake sucked in a breath. “Eeeeasy,” he breathed. “Okay. Just hold there for a second without moving. Give me a second to adjust. Once you feel me relax again, you can go back to moving.”

Now that Marcus knew what he was feeling for, Jake did feel a little tighter with this third finger. He dipped his head and nibbled gently at Jake’s collarbone. Jake gasped and tilted his head to give him easier access.

“Please,” Jake moaned, his hand clutching the back of Marcus neck. “Please.”

Slowly, Jake relaxed around Marcus’s fingers. Marcus eased them in and out, just a few millimeters at a time at first, then more, fucking Jake with his fingers until Jake was squirming and moaning on the bed. He felt Jake’s hard cock pressed against his forearm, felt Jake tilt his head back against the pillow. He looked so alive, so vital. And he wouldn’t stop saying Marcus’s name.

“Marcus,” he begged. “Please. Please. Marcus. I’m ready, I’m… will you fuck me, please, Marcus?”

Gently, Marcus removed his fingers and stripped off the glove. He reached over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

He’d never worn one – and never been fucked by anyone who did, either.

Jake pressed a hand to his sweaty forehead as he watched Marcus stand up and shuck his pants and underwear. Marcus blushed furiously as Jake’s eyes dropped to stare at his cock. He knelt on the bed once more and tore open the condom packet. He tried to roll it on inside out, before Jake corrected him.

“Rolls on like this,” Jake said, guiding his hands. Marcus’s cock only throbbed harder at having Jake’s hands so close to it. The outside of it felt greasy and strange. Even so, Jake handed him the lube again. “And more of this. With anal, you always need way more lube than you think. Maybe grab a shirt to wipe your hands off with, and to go under me?” Marcus grabbed a dirty one from the hamper.

He stared down at Jake, feeling a little ridiculous at sitting on the bed, naked except a condom and a shirt. “So… how do you want to do this part?”

Jake scooted his way to the middle of the bed. “I… I like to be on my back,” he said. “I like it… like that.” He tucked the shirt under his hips and reached out a hand for Marcus.

Marcus took it and knelt between Jake’s legs. He grabbed the lube, poured a little more into his hand, and thoroughly slicked his cock. He wiped his hand on the shirt beneath Jake.

“Hey,” Jake whispered, meeting Marcus’s eyes. “Love you.”

Marcus’s throat tightened. “Love you, Jake.” Carefully, so, so carefully, he positioned his cock at Jake’s ass. Jake took a sharp breath in. Slowly, Marcus leaned forward, easing himself into the head-spinning heat of Jake’s body.

Jake gasped as Marcus filled him. Marcus let out an animal sound of shock.

He rolled his hips again, easing back and pressing forward until his pelvis met the back of Jake’s thighs. Jake drew in a shuddery breath, eyes wide, mouth slightly open as he stared up at Marcus. Marcus rocked his hips a little faster, faster, his body moving and Jake’s meeting his. The motion of their bodies now had the same flow and rhythm as it always had: the anticipation of their movement during sparring matches, the pleasure of how they worked together during simulations, the adrenaline of how they saved each other once they escaped. It was… perfect. It was everything. It made sense.

And Jake seemed to like it, too.

He was making sounds, not words, just a long, unbroken string of moans that came from his throat. His hand was between them both, moving on his own cock, stroking in time with Marcus’s thrusts into him. His back arched on the bed, his head tipped back, exposing his throat and the pulse that beat there. He was so—

The force of the thought nearly made Marcus choke. He was so fucking beautiful.

He braced himself on his metal arm and bent low to rake his mouth up and down Jake’s throat, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. Jake cried out. Marcus grabbed his chin, his hair, his hip, everything he could that wouldn’t hurt him, desperate for more, needing him. He was as deep inside him as he could be, but he needed more. He had no idea what, but… he needed Jake.

He was talking. His awareness of that came online halfway through a sentence.

“…Jake, fuck, my Jake, need you, Jake, my Jake, need you to feel good, Jake, is this good?”

Jake could only nod, caught somewhere between a moan and a scream. His eyes were squeezed shut.

Marcus dipped his head to kiss Jake’s mouth once more. He could feel Jake tightening around his cock, and could see a deep red flush creeping up his neck. Jake returned the kiss, open-mouthed, surrendering. Marcus braced his arm under Jake’s hips and tilted him up, desperate to get deeper. He couldn’t feel the warmth of Jake’s body through that arm.

“Oh, fuck!” Jake cried. “Fuck, Marcus! There, right there, don’t stop, please, fuck…” His hand sped up between them, and his legs spread wider.

Marcus’s hips snapped forward. He wasn’t even chasing his own pleasure anymore; he needed Jake’s. He stared at Jake’s face, at the pleasure on it, bordering almost on pain. Every line of Jake’s face was exquisitely cut, his brows pulled together, his mouth pulled wide, his forehead glistening with sweat.

Jake drew in a shuddering breath. Marcus felt him clench hard. His face went red, and his mouth widened in silent ecstasy. His cock pulsed, and he came in spurts all over his hand and shirt. Once he could breathe again, he practically sobbed out his relief, slumping back to the bed with shivers coursing through his body. His eyes were half-open and dazed. His cheeks were flushed.

Beautiful. Marcus was shocked with the realization all over again.

“Was that… good?” he said hesitantly.

Jake burst out laughing. Marcus gasped; he could feel Jake clench all over again around his cock.

“That was… fuck, Marcus, that was…” Jake huffed. “That was… really, really good. Amazing, actually.” He placed a gentle hand on Marcus’s chest and eased him back. He gasped as Marcus slid out of him. Marcus pulled off the condom and dropped it into the trash before laying down beside Jake. “How was that for you? Did you…?” Jake was looking down at Marcus’s cock, a shadow of worry crossing his face. “Did you finish?”

Marcus chewed his lip. “I… I don’t want to. Not today. I liked… watching you. I liked making you feel good. I liked… I… Do I have to finish? Is that—”

“No,” Jake said carefully. “You don’t have to. It’s just… if you didn’t, and you wanted to, I’d be happy to help you. But you don’t have to. It’s not…” He snorted. “…a mission objective.”

Marcus’s mouth twisted ruefully. “Okay. Good. Then…” His finger traced over Jake’s cheek. “Then that was… good?”

Jake kissed his hand. “Incredibly. Extremely.”

“So… what do we do now?”

Jake leaned in for a kiss. Marcus returned it, groaning against his mouth. “I want to cuddle you for a little longer. Then… maybe a shower, then… laundry. And breakfast. Maybe not in that order.”

“Yeah,” Marcus said. He felt wobbly with relief, and another emotion he didn’t recognize. It felt… good. It was a good emotion. “Sounds like a good day to me.”

Jake turned and kissed Marcus’s metal bicep. The kiss was gentle enough that the sensors only sent back a confusing mess of sensation – more like a tingle than a touch.

Marcus swallowed hard, and stared at the spot where Jake’s lips had been. He stared for several seconds after Jake had already gotten out of bed to stretch.

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Marcus's surprise to hear it was ALL supposed to feel good 😭 all along 😭 but now he's safe and it'll be ok 😭

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Do you ever want to just practice anatomy and get carried away? I certainly do The character is my oc Isidore Toller from my fanfiction What You Deserve!