how about.. 89(i think 90 is a part of it)?? with novahd (top aleks) thanks in advance!! been loving ur fics and hc so far👍🏼
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89. “Don’t ruin the sofa.” (+ 90. “I’ll just have to cum inside you then.”)
Aleks tightens the hand he has in James’ hair, uses it to pull his head back and bear his throat, give Aleks space to suck bruising marks against the hollow of his throat, the curve of his neck. They’re on the couch, whatever game they were playing abandoned on the TV in front of them, cast aside when James gave up on climbed into Aleks’ lap instead of playing.
He’s there still now, sans pants and boxers and shirt rucked up enough he can barely even be considered wearing it. He moans prettily when Aleks nips at a particularly sensitive spot, and Aleks smirks against his skin when he feels James’ dick twitch against his hip.
“Fuck off,” James huffs, but he rolls his hips anyway, grinds his ass back against Aleks’ own bulge.
“Mm, help me get these off,” Aleks slides his hands out from James’ hair so he can pat his thigh, have him sit up while Aleks shimmies out of his track pants and boxers, pulls them down enough that he can kick them off while James resettles himself. Aleks wastes no time taking them both in hand, grip loose while James continues to fuck his hips up, doing half the work for him.
It doesn’t take long, between the quick strokes and James’ wandering hands, for Aleks to start to feel desperate.
“James, ‘m close,” it’s a low mumble, but it’s enough for James to catch, and he looks up quick, like he just remembered where they are. His hips don’t stutter, but he does plant a firm hand on Aleks’ chest.
“Don’t ruin the sofa, we don’t have money to buy another fuckin’ one.”
“Aleks, I’m serious - Hey!“
James yelps when Aleks wraps an arm around his middle, and then he’s shifting both of them. He tips James to the side, puts him face down laying on the couch, and repositions himself behind him, hands on James’ hips, pulling them up.
“Guess I’ll just have to come inside you then,” Aleks’ voice is sharp and smug, and James tries to push himself up to protest, but before he can there’s a hand in the middle of his back and it presses him flat into the cushions. He can feel Aleks pressed up behind him, and it draws a whine out of him, half nervous and half anticipatory.
Aleks sounded rough. Commanding. When he gets like that, it’s a mixed bag of just what James is going to get from him, how rough of a fuck he signed himself up for.
There’s hands on his ass, messaging his cheeks and then spreading, and James tenses up for a second, but he hears Aleks spit into his palm and then there’s fingers at his entrance, and he relaxes back into the couch as best he can.
It’s quick prep, shoddy and rough anyway because they don’t have lube and they’re not taking their time anyway, but James says, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” and Aleks isn’t going to triple check with him on if he’s really, really sure.
Instead, he lines himself up, one hand on James’ hip and the other on his dick, and pushes in slow. Gives James time now, because he’s not going to get it later.
Aleks rubs soothing circles against his hip, keeps his hips still while he lets James adjust and asks, “Yeah?”
James nods, and it’s all Aleks needs.
He leans forwards so he can grab at the armrest, plastered entirely against James’ back, his hips snapping forward. He’s chasing the edge he was at just a little while ago, and James is stuck trying to catch up, feeling both immediately overwhelmed and not enough, not enough, not enough.
He gets his elbows under him, tries to shift his hips back, and Aleks knows what he’s doing. Makes a disgruntled noise and pinches his hip, but doesn’t get James to move until he sits up, changes the angle, and when he fucks back in, it lays James out.
His breath goes out of him in one long “Ooohh,” and his elbows go out from under him, leaving him face first in the couch again, but this time Aleks is giving him fucking fabric burn. With the angle change, he’s just demolishing James, fucking in fast and hard enough that he swears the whole couch is moving, James’ face rubbing against the cushion, but he can’t really find it in him to care.
James feels like a fish, mouth open and just trying desperately to breathe, but Aleks won’t give him a reprieve, especially when he shifts his hips and nails that spot and James swears if his mouth was closed he would’ve bit his tongue clean off. Aleks knows he’s struck gold and he tries to keep his rhythm and his position, and James is sure he’s going to die here.
“Fuuuck,” the whine he lets out is long and shameless as he scrambles for purchase. The only thing he can get his hands on is the edges of the couch cushions, and he grips hem for dear fucking life, white knuckling the pillows while Aleks damn near blows his back out. He can hear it when Aleks gets close, a hitch in his breathing and a more erratic pace, and he doesn’t even know if Aleks can understand him but James is mumbling encouragement into the cushions, just a mantra of “Give it to me, please, come on, Aleks,” and it isn’t long before Aleks screws his hips in and still, and James can feel it when he comes.
It takes him a minute to get his breath back, and he whines when James grinds his hips back on his sensitive dick. He winces when he pulls out, and he shushes James when he starts to whine, thighs squeezing together, desperate to have something to get himself off on.
Aleks turns him over, gentle, and swallows him down before James can even ask. It doesn’t take long, James’ hands immediately knotting in Aleks’ hair and his hips squirming, and when he comes with a broken moan, Aleks doesn’t even complain about swallowing it.
