Minors that enter my domain will be crucified upon discovery
I'm not using my actual name, feel free to call me Bacillus. I use He/Him pronouns and identify as aromantic and queer.
I started writing as a way to process sexual trauma, and after noticing a lack of gender neutral reader insert pieces
I do not abide by any set schedule, being disabled means my motivation and cognitive functioning can switch in an instant
I prefer to write (and read) one shots, but if inspiration strikes i might pump out a multi-chapter work
I Also Publish my Work on AO3
My work contains: explicit sexual content, vulgar language, feminine terms to describe the readers genitalia, occasional violence, occasional use of recreational substance, mild dubcon, discussion of sexual boundaries
My work does not contain: noncon, underaged characters, violence toward reader, use of y/n, coprophilia, beastiality, necrophilia
The soft sound of a CD player filled the room, something I'd stumbled across while wandering through the depths of an overgrown mall. Distorted guitars and synths blared over the speakers. I sat at my desk, my knees tucked into my chest as I mindlessly scrolled through my POM PC. Even with all the chaos striking Hollvania, the fact that online delivery seemed as efficient as ever intrigued me. I found myself sifting through website after website, messes of multicolored text and overstimulating websites. Being able to fork over a couple of höllars instead of loading up my foundry? Now that was even more intriguing.
Clicking on a hyperlink, I found myself on a website with dark red text. “The dungeon”. A pixilated woman dressed in lacy lingerie lay on top of the logo. Beneath the title was a mess of product pictures and prices. These seemed almost alien- and that was saying something. Pink silicone, ribbed rubber, oddly phallic shapes. My eyes widened as I realized what exactly I'd stumbled upon. Like an atomicycle crash, I couldn’t look away.
Curiosity got the best of me as I scrolled through the pages. Vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, all for the cost of a couple höllars. I scrolled, my chin resting on my palm. Near the bottom of the web page was a harness of sorts, black leather with steel hardware. A silver ring was fitted in the center of the harness, a thick purple dildo protruding from it. I clicked on the link, reading over the description.
“Looking for a little role reversal?” I read the jagged text placed beside the image. “This strap-on feels just like the real thing! Perfect for pegging play.”
I mouthed the words to myself, quickly opening up a new tab to look up the unfamiliar word.
Pegging.
A barrage of explicit imagery filled my screen. Clips of grainy vintage pornos and low production films. Heat pooled between my thighs as the image of Arthur beneath me invaded my thoughts. The breathless noises he offered, that deep flush settling over his features, the way he threw his head back in pleasure. All of it at my own doing.
I switched to the other tab, clicking on the bright red “purchase” button.
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I flipped through the dusty pages of a book I’d taken from the sanctum. Incomprehensible scribbles from a madman littered the page. Pages and pages of hastily scrawled calculations filled the leather binds. I narrowed my eyes, reading over the words I couldn’t seem to make sense of. Every sentence made it glaringly obvious that theoretical physics should stay just that…theoretical.
The thump of footsteps against the stairs drew my attention. I hung my head over the couch arm, my gaze falling to the archway. A familiar head of two-toned hair appeared in the doorway. A soft smile crept across his face, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the door frame. I snapped the book shut, letting it rest against my chest.
“What have you been up to while I was away?” He asked, glancing at the book on my chest. I rolled my eyes, sighing as I set the book on my coffee table. A problem for another day.
“Reading absolute gibberish. Entrati really was a madman. I can't even comprehend half of what's in there.”
He stepped closer, a shadow casting over my face as he leaned over me. I reached up, my fingers combing through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. I tugged him closer, his lips ghosting over mine. A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in to kiss me. I could taste traces of acrid efervon on his lips, no doubt left behind from one of his reconnaissance missions.
A soft noise left my lips as he pulled away, circling the couch. The cushions shifted beneath me as he sat at my side. His rough fingers settled on my knee, thumb skimming along my skin.
“I was just trying to pass the time.” I clicked my tongue, my eyes following his fingers as they slowly inched up my thigh.
“Mm? Pass time until what?” He said in a low, gravely voice. The same voice he used oh so many times to tease.
I looped my fingers underneath his dog tags, pulling him close. I could feel his hot breath fanning over my skin- feel the tension that grew in his touch. Inching even closer, I brushed my lips along the shell of his ear, speaking softly for only him to hear.
“Until I could finally have you to myself.” I cooed.
I felt a low grumble in his chest. He surged forward, his lips meeting mine in a feverish kiss. He settled between my thighs, his fingers tracing higher and higher. I wrapped my legs around him, pushing his hips flush against mine. His tongue swiped at my bottom lip, begging for entry. I parted my lips, a soft noise leaving me as his tongue slid into my mouth.
I could feel the heat growing between us- the desperation building. It felt as if wine was flowing through my veins, the warmth palpable just beneath my skin. His touch- his tongue- seemed to unravel the mess of thoughts swirling behind my eyes. The feeling of his fingers dragging along my skin was nearly addicting.
It wasn’t unusual for him to be so feverish- grasping and groping every inch of flesh he could. I could almost smell the adrenaline on him after every run, pent up and needing release. And there I was, always lying in wait, lingering bruises adorning my skin. Every time- it was almost always the same, waiting eagerly to hear the pretty sounds I pulled from him.
He rolled his hips against mine, painfully hard beneath the steel and chitin plates he wore. Heat pooled between my thighs, my thoughts clouding. I dragged my palms over his chest, feeling the contours of his armor. I let my hands drift down, over the thick mutations on his hips and the plates that covered his ass. He grunted into my mouth as I grabbed at his ass.
“You’re handsy today, aren’t you?” He mumbled, pulling away from my lips. I seized my lip between my teeth, feeling my heart race. My mind flitted back to the box on my desk. A desperate feeling balled itself up in my chest- a need for him to fall apart at my touch, to pick apart every worry he carried back in from the streets. A need to coax those soft noises from him. A need to please him.
“Arthur…I want to try something new today.”
“Mh? And what would that be?” His fingertips slipped beneath my shirt, grazing over my ribs. Traveling even higher, I could feel the heat rushing to my face as he teased my nipples with his fingers.
I could see the hunger brimming in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as he looked down at me. He toyed with me- teased me- desperate to hear the moans I offered. My fingers tensed, pushing his hips forward into mine. The feeling of his cock straining against his armor only added to the dampness between my thighs.
“I want to fuck you.” I gripped his ass tighter, savoring the soft noise that caught in the back of his throat. He cursed under his breath, a deep flush settling over his sharp features. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You got some secret cock I don't know about, sweets?”
I glanced toward the open box on my desk. The leather straps and purple silicone tucked underneath packing paper. I pushed aside his arm, rising to my feet. His gaze followed me, watching eagerly as I walked toward my desk.
“Lay down for me, Arthur,” I said over my shoulder, grabbing the box. He only hummed to himself, silently stalking towards the bed. I could hear the springs shifting beneath his weight as he settled on the bed. My heart pounded in my ears, the anticipation practically burning in my chest.
I eased my shorts over my hips, letting them pool at my ankles. My eyes flitted to the box as I kicked away the fabric. I pulled aside the paper, revealing the leather harness beneath. Silver hardware and buckles bound the straps together. A purple dildo sat in the middle of the harness, held in place by a silver O-ring.
I stepped into the harness, tightening the straps at my waist. The silicone hung heavily between my legs, bobbing as I tightened the buckles on my thighs. I glanced down at the dildo, holding it in my hand as I turned. I stepped closer to the bed, his gaze fixated on the dildo.
“You really thought this out, huh?” He propped himself up on his elbows, watching the cock between my legs bob.
“I did.” I kneeled at the foot of the mattress, letting my hands settle on his knees. “Do you want to try it?”
“Show me what you can do…”
I parted his legs, settling myself between them. I let my fingers wander to the seam in his chest plate. My lips trailed along his jawline, the rough metal rubbing against my skin. I pulled apart the plates concealing his body underneath, sweat and condensation clinging to the rough chitin. Beneath the steel were tendrils of techrot blending into his skin. Old wounds that never quite seemed to fade marred his flesh. Even if I'd seen it so many times before, I still found myself staring. I could see the muscles shifting beneath his skin with every breath. The hair on his chest was another remnant of humanity - before the serum, before the techrot.
My hands crept lower, to the plate beneath his navel. A trail of dark hair peered out from beneath the plate. I glanced up at him as my fingers slipped beneath the metal. His gaze settled on my hands, watching as I freed his cock from its confines. I took him in my hand, feeling the weight of his cock in my grasp. A stifled noise caught in the back of his throat.
My lips trailed down his chest. I could feel the short hairs against my skin, the sweat that still clung to him. I stroked him slowly, feeling every ridge of the techrot veins that swirled around his length. My tongue circled his nipple, his muscles tensing beneath my touch. His fingers carded through my hair, holding tight.
I glanced up at him, taking in his blissful expression. His jaw clenched tight, holding back the soft noises that threatened to spill. Strands of sweat-dampened hair clung to his forehead. A deep blush crept down his jaw, his eyes screwed shut.
I could feel his hips bucking into my hand, searching for more stimulation. Humming against his skin, I trailed kisses down his stomach. I could feel his gaze settling on me, waiting as I inched closer and closer to his cock. My gaze settled on his cock - his half-lidded eyes falling to my lips as I dragged my tongue over the length of his cock. Parting my lips, I took him into my mouth. I could taste the precum beading at his cockhead, the salt of his sweat, and the lingering aftertaste of efervon that clung to him dearly.
He rutted his hips into my mouth, his grip on my hair tightening. I pulled away, hearing the breathless noise he made. Even now, I only offered him a taste of what was to come- a small glimpse into the thoughts I had of unraveling before me.
I grabbed the half-empty bottle beside the mattress. Dried lube clung to the cap. I only offered him another glance as my lips trailed lower, mouthing over his balls. He bit down on his lip, his fingers grasping at the base of his cock. My palms settled on his stomach, feeling his muscles pull taut with every shaky exhale.
“Fuck- you really know how to tease, don’t you?”
I only hummed in response, my mouth full as I took one of his balls into my mouth. My fingers traced along the trail of hair running down his navel, feeling the ridges of the helminth mutation that swallowed his limbs. He shuddered, stroking himself faster. My hands traveled lower, over his hips and up the back of his thighs. I pushed his knees toward his chest, hearing the huff that left his parted lips.
Drool ran down my face. Pulling off with a soft pop, my lips inched lower. I dragged my tongue over his hole, feeling him clench at my touch. He drew in a breath through gritted teeth. My thighs clenched in a desperate attempt to quell the throbbing between my legs. I moaned, circling his hole with my tongue. He pulled his leg back further, letting his other knee fall to the side. I glanced up at him, meeting his mismatched gaze.
He bit down on his lip, muffling a moan. My head spun, thoughts clouding- the only thing I cared about was pleasing him. I could feel him tensing, his thighs shaking as I ran my tongue over him. His brows furrowed, his nose scrunching up as he let his head fall against the pillows. His chest heaved as he drew in heavy breaths. Sweat glistened on his skin, running down the divot just above his sternum.
Pulling back, I spat onto his hole, watching as it ran down his skin. I dragged my fingers through the mess, slipping one digit past his tight muscles.
“Sol, that feels weird-” he grunted.
“You want me to stop?” I asked, stilling my finger inside of him.
“No- no keep going.”
I pressed a soft kiss against his thigh, sliding my finger in further. I could feel him tensing around me, bracing for the intrusion. My lips trailed up his thigh, my tongue darting out to lave over his balls. I curled the tip of my finger upwards, slowly thrusting in and out of him. The tension he held in his shoulders seemed to melt away. Soft noises fell from his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut as I worked him open on my finger.
My hand took the place of his, gripping the base of his cock. Parting my lips, I tapped his tongue against my cock, relishing in the grunts I pulled from him. I took him into my mouth, sliding another finger inside him as I did. I bobbed my head in time with my fingers, curling them upward with every thrust. The soft grunts and groans he relinquished seemed to only grow louder.
I pulled my hand away from his cock, grabbing the bottle beside my knee. Popping the cap open, I let the lube run over his hole, pushing it inside him with my fingers. I felt his cock nudging the back of my throat, his length twitching in my mouth. I moaned around him, feeling his thighs quiver beside me.
“You do that again, and I’ll cum-” his grip in my hair tightened. Sliding another finger inside him, I took him deeper into my mouth. The short curls at the base of his cock met my nose. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my lungs burning as I strived for air.
“Fuck- fuck!” He grunted, his hips bucking into my mouth. I could taste his orgasm as it flooded into my mouth. Ropes of hot cum rolled over the back of my tongue. My chest heaved as I gagged. I pulled back, steadily rocking him through his orgasm on my fingers. I looked down at him, tears blurring my vision. His hand gripped the sheets, the other buried in my hair. Long, drawn-out moans fell from his parted lips. Sweat glistened on his skin, rolling down his sternum.
I pulled my fingers out of him, watching as he clenched around nothing. He shuddered as I dragged my tongue through the mess of cum on his navel. A soft noise caught in the back of his throat as I licked up his length, tasting his orgasm on my tongue.
“You’re nothing but trouble.” I felt his fingers graze under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. I rose to my knees, slowly inching up his body until my lips were ghosting against his. His breath fanned over my skin, hitching as my fingers idly skated over his thigh.
“You like it though, don't you?” I cooed, a crooked smile creeping across my face. Gripping my jaw, he pulled me forward, my lips crashing against his. Heat rushed to my face as his lips moved against mine. I could feel his tongue swiping at my bottom lip, begging for entry. Moaning against his lips, I parted mine, feeling his tongue glide against mine.
He looped his fingers under the band of my strap, rocking my hips forward. Our cocks rutted together, a soft grunt stirring in his chest. I pulled away, a trail of spit dangling from between our lips. I rolled my hips against him once more, seeking those little noises he made.
“You wanna keep going?”
“Be a shame to stop now, wouldn't it?” He glanced down at the cock hanging between my legs. I took it in my hands, feeling the weight of it against my palm.
“Turn over for me.” I twirled my finger, seizing my lip between my teeth. Huffing, he turned onto his knees, propping himself up on his elbows. I settled myself behind him, tapping my fingers against his thigh. “Little wider…”
I watched as he spread his legs for me, glancing over his shoulder. My palms glided up the back of his thighs, settling on his ass. Chitinous tendrils branched out from the metallic spine that ran up his back. I traced along the line between mutation and flesh, feeling the way his body tensed in response. He dug his fingers into the pillows.
“Have I ever told you that you have a…really…nice ass?” I emphasized my words, gripping his flesh.
“I think I could’ve guessed…”
Grabbing my cock in my hand, I glided the tip over his hole. He let out a breathy noise, his forehead resting against the pillows.
“You ready?” I rolled my hips against him, sliding my cock between his cheeks. Wordlessly, he nodded. I grabbed the bottle of lube, spreading a thick stripe over the length of the strap. Pushing my hips forward, I nudged the head of the strap past his entrance. A strangled noise left his throat.
“Are you okay?” I asked, stilling inside of him.
“Keep going-“ he stuttered. I saw a glimpse of his face as he glanced over his shoulder. A deep blush spread over his face, his pupil dilated- blown wide with hunger. I felt my pulse pounding in my ears, heat coursing between my thighs.
I pushed forward, sinking another inch inside of him. He cursed under his breath, reaching between his legs to stroke himself. I seized my lip between my teeth, rolling my hips forward. His thighs quivered as a soft noise left his lips. Bottoming out inside him, I leaned forward until my chest was pressed flat against his back.
“You feelin’ good?” I cooed, pressing my lips against the sword steel plates on his shoulders. He was warm to the touch, the heat practically radiating from him. His chest heaved as he drew in heavy breaths, soft noises leaving him with every exhale.
“You can…move.” He grunted.
“Let me know if it's too much,” I mumbled against the crook of his neck. Slick sounds filled the room as I slowly rutted my hips into him. My pace was slow, yet deep enough for him to feel every inch. He choked out a moan, his hand settling on mine. His fingers dug into my skin, sure to leave behind bruises in the wake of his grip.
“Fuck-” he moaned, his jaw going slack. Feeling the tension against my strap give way, I rutted into him faster. His moans grew louder, unrestrained. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed across the backroom. I let my gaze drop between our bodies, watching as he swallowed up every inch I gave him. His skin felt warm against my lips as I trailed kisses along his jawline, feeling the separation between steel and flesh.
My fingers grazed along his cheek, turning his head. His lips met mine, drool slick on his skin. He moaned against my lips, his brows furrowing as he leaned into the kiss. I angled my hips, rutting against his insides, feeling the way he quivered in response.
“Faster-” he muttered against my lips. I felt a crooked smirk creep across my face as I heard the arousal dripping from his voice. Sinking to my elbows, I pistoned my hips forward into him. He cursed, his jaw falling slack.
It’s as if nothing existed outside this room- just us losing ourselves in each other's bodies. The bliss, the pleasure, the sin. He stroked himself faster, his moans growing louder and louder. A sense of pride filled my chest- pride in how he seemed to melt beneath my affections.
Right there- sol! Right there!” He gritted his teeth, lacing his fingers with mine. I kept my angle, my pace, rolling my hips against that spot inside him that had him seeing stars. My strap glided inside of him, filling him exactly like he needed.
“You close?” I grazed my lips along his ear. He nodded, letting a sinful moan fall from his lips. I dragged my teeth along his ear, gently nipping at his skin.
He cried out, his hips bucking forward into his palm. I could feel the way he tensed around the strap, quivering as his orgasm hit him full force. He writhed beneath me, arching into my touch. I rutted my hips forward, gently rocking him through his orgasm, coaxing soft whines from his lips. He stained the sheets beneath us, a puddle of cum between his legs.
Stilling inside of him, I pressed my lips along the ridges of his back, cherishing every inch of the metallic spine protruding from his skin. Settling my palm on the small of his back, I pulled out of him. Pulling the buckles apart, I let the harness fall to the floor- a problem for another time.
He settled on his side, sweat-dampened hair clinging to his face. Whispering soft praises just loud enough for him to hear, I curled up behind him. His skin felt hot against my touch- almost inviting. My hands ran over his body- skin, metal, it didn't matter- it was still him. Mine.
“You okay?” I asked. He draped his hand over mine.
“I think I need a shower after all of that.” He laughed, the creases beside his eyes showing.
“A shower does sound nice right now. Take your time getting up.” I pressed my lips along his neck, feeling the rough helminth mutation. Patting his leg gently, I rose to my feet, holding a hand out for him. His fingers laced with mine, his palms sweaty against mine. He grunted as he stood on shaky legs.
“Sol, is this what it’s like for you?” His fingers dug into his legs, soothing out the aching muscles beneath the mutation. Even if covered by chitin and sword steel, the pain must’ve been as real as ever. He tensed, as if struggling to hold himself up. I smirked to myself, knowing I'd left him with something to carry through the next couple of days.
“You get used to it.” I hummed, tugging his wrist as I stepped forward. He hissed through gritted teeth, staggering behind me.
“Maybe I should go softer on you,” he pursed his lips, his arm draping around my waist. Stifling a laugh, I pressed a kiss along his jawline, feeling his stubble grazing my skin.
“We both know that’s not happening.”
Soft thuds echoed through the backroom as we climbed down the stairs. He leaned his weight on me, his lips tugging down into a sort of frown. Pushing open the door tucked behind the staircase, we stepped inside the bathroom. It was private, thankfully. I couldn’t tell what would be more mortifying for him, being seen in such a state of undress, or walking around with such a visible limp. Part of me felt proud, being the sole person to witness the effect I had on his body.
He pulled away from me, leaning against the sink. Warmth rose to my face as his gaze trailed along my body, settling on my hips as I reached into the shower. Steam slowly filled the room as I turned on the water. My hand fell to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
“C'mon, let's see if this hot water helps your muscles.” I gestured with my hands, stepping under the showerhead. He stepped forward, his eye trained on me, watching as the water rolled down my skin. Grabbing a bottle of shampoo off the rack, I spread the soap over my hand. Vanilla scented, his favorite. I carded my fingers through my hair, tilting my head back as I worked the soap through my scalp.
I could feel his presence behind me, the soft hum he offered as he stepped under the water. His hands replaced my own, gently lathering my hair. I sighed, leaning into his touch. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his hands pulling away from my head. They settled on my waist, his arms pulling me into a tight embrace.
“Enjoying yourself?” A smile crept across my face as he nudged me forward. I settled my hands on the tile, goosebumps rising on my skin. The hot water ran over our bodies, carrying soap suds in the stream.
“I think I know how I can enjoy this a little more.”
His palms glided down my sides, his fingers digging into my skin. I felt the soft touch of his fingertips inching up my inner thighs. I bit down on my lip, holding back a noise that threatened to spill.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I glanced over my shoulder, seeing a familiar hunger brimming in his eyes. His fingers pushed past my entrance, gliding inside me. I couldn’t deny the arousal that had been building in me, running down my thighs. Heat pooled between my legs like glowing embers, just begging to be stoked.
“Paying back the favor, sweets.”
I pressed my forehead against the tile, cursing under my breath as he rocked his fingers inside of me. His pace was steady and rough, pushing knuckle deep. My breath hitched, arousal clouding my mind. His other hand slid down my stomach, my muscles tensing under his touch. I hung my head low, my eyes following his fingertips as they crept even lower.
His fingertips circled my clit, a low laugh rumbling in his chest as I twitched in his hold. My legs quivered beneath me, knees threatening to buckle as he curled his fingers.
“Arthur- fuck...” I gasped. I seized his wrist, feeling the pull and twist of the tendons beneath his skin. He groaned behind me, fucking me harder on his fingers. I could feel the slow build of tension in my stomach, the way it pulled on my muscles. My eyes fluttered shut as I sank into the pleasure. Shallow pants escaped my parted lips, intertwined with soft moans that only seemed to grow louder.
He knew my body well, where to push, where to rub, exactly what would have me seeing stars. He held a sort of pride in himself at just how much of a mess he could make of me. Drool seeped from the corner of my lips, threatening to run down my face. His fingers worked even faster, desperate to coax my orgasm out of me. I bit down on my lip, holding back a whine.
I trembled beneath his touch, pressing myself against the tile wall. The sting of the freezing tile made it all the more pleasurable. Pain swelled behind my eyes as they rolled into the back of my head. I could feel warmth swallowing me up, heat spreading beneath my skin as my orgasm rolled over me. My back arched, my head falling against his shoulder. I cried out his name, my desperation filling the room. He cooed soft praises in my ear, quickly sinking to his knees.
I felt his hands on my thighs, pulling my hips back. I glanced over my shoulder, my pulse racing as I saw him kneeling behind me. A whine crawled out of my throat as his tongue delved between my legs. My nerve endings pulsed; it was almost too much- too soon.
“C’mon, give me another,” he grunted against my core.
I gritted my teeth, tears welling in my eyes as he pushed me into overstimulation. I could feel a burning ache growing between my thighs. My knees buckled underneath me, palms bracing myself against the tile. With a soft grunt, he pulled me back against his tongue.
A torrent of moans fell from me, filling the small bathroom. My breath grew ragged, my head going fuzzy as I slowly rolled my hips against his tongue. I chased the growing white-hot flame building in my stomach. My nose scrunched up, brows furrowing as his tongue worked against me. He gave me exactly what I needed, right where I needed him to be.
I could feel him laughing, feel that smirk against my skin, the vibrations of his voice pushing me over the edge. I went limp under his touch, choking out a broken sob as my cunt clenched around nothing. He held me flush against his face, his stubble rubbing against my skin. Hot tears streamed down my face, cries turning to soft whines as he worked me through my orgasm.
Pressing a chaste kiss to my thigh, he rose to my feet. The rigid chitin plates on his arms brushed against my skin as he pulled me into an embrace. Tipping my head back against his shoulder, I savored the feeling of the hot water cascading down my frame. His tongue dragged over the shell of my ear, incisors threatening to bite the soft skin. Humming softly, he parted his lips to speak.
“Feelin’ better?” He spoke just above a whisper. Wordlessly, I nodded, sinking into his hold. “C’mon, you still got soap in your hair.”
CW: caught while masturbating, hand jobs, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, soft sex
Gender Neutral AFAB Drifter
WC: 4.1k
Read on AO3
The scent of wood polish and mildew filled the air. The cathedral had a chill to it tonight. I tugged on my jacket, pulling it further up my shoulder. I could hear Marie’s soft humming, the idle tapping of Roathe’s foot against the stone floor. One figure was noticeably missing, Lyon.
I stepped closer to Marie, a smile beaming on her face as she saw me. In this place, sheltered far away from the warmth of the sun, it was hard to tell the time of day. But judging by the slight weariness in the sister, it had to be close to sunset.
“Bonjour bonjour!” She greeted, her habit swaying as she turned. The scent of incense was potent beside her, swirls of smoke clouded the air. “What brings you here tonight?”
My mind flitted back to Lyon. Even as chaos befell the origin system, I always found my way back to this cathedral. My orbiter never did feel quite as comfortable as I did at his side. I clasped my hands, twiddling with my thumbs.
“I was looking for Lyon, actually.” I confessed, my gaze drifting about the room. The devil rolled his eyes, crossing one leg over the other as he silently read at his desk. The rest of the cathedral was empty, yellow candlelight flickering across the stone walls. Even as quiet as he was, it felt empty without him.
“Lyon retired to his chambers just a little while ago, but I'm sure he’d still be awake if you wish to visit him.”
I could hear a scoff from across the room. Turning to face the devil, I was met with his glaring eyes. He snapped his book shut, setting it aside.
“If you two find yourselves engaging in something debaucherous, do try to keep it down. Some of us prefer peace and quiet.” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. His tail flitted about, the blade tapping against the leg of his desk. “Although I doubt he’d make much noise…we both know how quiet he is.” He clicked his tongue, extending a finger toward me. “You, however…well…I hope I don’t ever have to find out.”
“Quiet, devil. You speak so much of quiet and yet never care to extend it to us.” Marie interjected.
“Well…that’s because I simply don’t care enough to…” he grumbled, returning his attention back to his book. Offering a weary smile to Marie, I stepped toward the staircase tucked away in the corner of the cathedral. My boots thudded against the stairs, echoing through the corridor.
A stained glass window at the end of the corridor caught my attention. The sun was nestled into the horizon, the fading reds and oranges casting over the sky. Brilliant rays of gold and green shined through the hallway. Just faintly out of reach, I could hear his trembling voice- Lyon- cursing and saying the name of Lua. A frown tugged at my lips, my pulse hastening as I rushed to his door. I turned the brass knob, pushing open the mahogany door.
I felt heat rush to my face as I took in the sight before me.
He kneeled before his bed, his head hung low. His eyes were shut, brow furrowing. Drops of sweat ran down his temples. A deep blush had settled over his features, crawling down his exposed neck. His shirt was discarded, only wearing a pair of trousers that were pushed down his thighs. Even his eyepatch was discarded, revealing the scars that marred his flesh. He stroked himself, gripping the base of his cock tight.
I’d never seen him in such a little state of dress, and yet I found myself staring. His cock twitched in his hand, a strand of precum beading at his flushed cockhead. I took a step forward, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Mon miracle, I-” he placed his hand over his marred eye, looking away from me.
“Lyon, are you okay?” I shut the door behind me, rushing to his side. I kneeled beside him, letting my hands cradle his face. He looked weary, I could tell by the dark circles that framed his eyes. Strands of sweat-dampened hair clung to his forehead. I pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling his tension slowly drift away as he leaned into me. I grasped his wrist, pushing his hand away so I could press a kiss to his scarred eye.
His hands settled at his side. Slowly, he turned to face me. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen the scars hidden beneath that leather patch, but he still seemed to hide that part from me.
“Forgive me, these visions have been plaguing me and I…I had to find a way to clear my mind.” He draped his hands over my own. Warmth radiated from his palms, still sticky with sweat. “I did not wish for you to see me in such a state. And…with such little clothing.”
“Can I help?” I asked, pushing aside the heat that slowly crept between my thighs. A faint smile tugged at his features. Grabbing my hand, he brought my knuckles to his lips, pressing soft kisses against every hill and valley.
“Having you here at my side is more than enough.” He spoke between kisses, pulling away to meet my gaze. “I should only wish to thank you for staying with me through all this hardship." I felt a pang of sadness in my stomach. To second guess every act of affection, to think himself a burden speaks to what he’s been through. I glanced down at his arms, the even scars that lined his biceps, nearly marring every centimeter of skin. The shame he hid behind that eyepatch. What I wished for now was only to show him how much I cared for him.
“You don’t have to thank me, Lyon. I care about you, and I don’t ever want you to think of yourself as a burden.” I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. He smelled of sage, and the faint lingering hint of incense. His skin felt warm against mine, his chapped lips scratching at my own.
I let my hand wander his chest, feeling the sweat that clung to his skin so desperately. I could feel his heart pounding, beating against his ribs, racing so intensely. His chest heaved as he drew in shallow breaths, letting soft noises slip past his lips with every exhale.
I pulled away, taking in the desperate expression on his face. How his brow furrowed and the blush on his cheeks only seemed to deepen. His bottom lip quivered ever so slightly. His pupil dilated, the arousal brimming behind his eyes. I could tell he was holding back from me, even in the way his cock twitched.
“Lyon…would it go against your faith if I asked to help you clear your mind even more?” I spoke slowly, each word full of intent, carefully placed. I wanted nothing more than to help him, to hear him sing for me as I pleased him - to show him how much he meant to me. When my mind flitted back to his robes, his duty, I became unsure.
“Non, non. But I wouldn’t ask such a thing of you.” He shook his head, his hair curling around his face. I couldn’t hide the laugh that escaped through my nose. Even when propositioned, he thought himself a burden. Sliding my fingers beneath his chin, I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, pulling back to meet his gaze once more.
“I want to, Lyon.”
His jaw clenched, tension settling in his shoulders. He looked away, letting his gaze drop to the floor.
“It’s been ages since I've been intimate with someone. I…do not know how long my body will last.”
“Don’t worry about that.” I grasped his chin, turning his head to face me. “Let me take care of you.”
He sighed, his shoulders slowly easing down from his ears, as if that breath lifted away the last bit of restraint he held in himself. Wordlessly, he nodded, giving in to my pleas. I rose to my feet, extending a hand toward him. Hesitantly, he reached out, lacing his fingers with mine. He stood, kicking his pants away. I tugged on his arm, stepping toward the bed. The sheets were a mess, a quilted duvet scrunched up at the foot of the bed. His pillows were scattered, a remnant of his tossing and turning undoubtedly.
“Kneel for me.” I placed my hand on the mattress. Wordlessly, he stepped forward, settling onto the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, the springs squeaking. He stilled himself, resting on his shins with his hands folded neatly in his lap.
I found myself staring at the scars along his back, the metallic spine protruding from his skin. The red patches that bloomed between flesh and cartilage. He waited patiently, his thumbs twiddling. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride- of luck. The fact he’d bestow upon me something so holy as his body. I wasn't religious per se, but this visage before me was close to Godly.
I settled behind him, my hands exploring his back. He shuddered under my touch, flinching as my fingers explored the scarred skin on his back. Bruises of old and new littered his skin, a battleground where he fought in vain against the visions that plagued him. Some fresh cuts were still oozing blood, little bubbles of crimson bubbling from his skin.
My lips met his skin, tracing along a welt. Bruises scattered his pale skin like petals, purple, red, and yellow. I didn’t look away, I adored every part of him, even the scabs peeling from his skin.
I slid my hands forward, feeling his heart pounding beneath his skin. His ribs moving with every labored inhale. His skin was soft, warm, and inviting- dampened by sweat. He twitched as my fingers toyed with one nipple, the other following the indents of his muscles down his stomach.
“Can I touch you?” I whispered beside his ear.
“Yes- Lua, yes-” he nodded.
“Spread your legs.” I cooed, resting my chin on his shoulder.
I bit down on my lip, watching as his thighs parted. His cock bobbed, resting against his stomach. I reached forward, snaking my arm under his, my fingers brushing against his cock. He shuddered, mumbling a soft prayer, the words unknown to me.
Humming, I brought my palm to my mouth and spat. He moaned, his head falling back as I stroked him. His cock twitched in my grasp, begging for more. A twinge of sadness pricked at my thoughts, how many years he’d gone without being lavished and praised.
I stroked him at a steady pace, twisting my hand slightly as I neared his cockhead. His hips bucked into my palm, a shaky exhale leaving his parted lips.
“I don't know why you think of yourself as a burden, Lyon.” I pressed a kiss to the crook of his neck. “You’ve been nothing but a gift to me, Lyon.”
“Lua preserve me-”
“I only want to show you how much you mean to me.” My palm glided across his thigh, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. “I've never been faithful, but I think I’ve found an altar worth worshiping at.”
I cradled his balls in my palm as I stroked his cock. His hips rutted forward, thrusting against my hand. He reached back, grasping my thighs.
“Yes…yes, yes!” He cried out.
I dragged my tongue along the shell of his ear, feeling the way his balls tensed in my hand. He was close, his moans growing louder. He ground his hips against my hand, meeting every stroke, his pleasure driving him faster and faster. It was indescribable, watching as he lost himself in pleasure. Any remnants of the shy, reserved man I knew were lost. Desperation filled him, nearly bursting at the seams. This man, faithful in his service, was now taking what he needed, losing himself in the pleasures of the flesh.
“Tu vas me faire jouir-” he grunted, his thighs tensing with every rut of his hips. I pressed my lips to his jaw, tasting the salty sweat on his skin. I couldn't help the soft noise that rose from my throat. Seeing him in such a state- so desperate for my touch- ignited my insides. Heat bloomed between my thighs as his moans filled the room.
“Then come for me, my love.”
His back arched, hips jutting forward as he came. His cock twitched in my hold, ropes of cum leaking from his cock. I pumped his length, milking his orgasm out of him. A soft whimper rose from the back of his throat.
Everything about this man was endearing, even his whines of overstimulation.
I wrapped my arm around his waist, holding him tight, basking in the warmth of his skin. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. I pressed his lips against his cheek, feeling the way he leaned into my kiss. His cock softened, a mess of cum left behind on the bedspread.
“You were not lying when you said you wanted to clear my mind.” He shook his head. Strands of damp hair stuck to his face. Sweat glistened on his brow. “You will let me repay the favor, non?”
I let my hands fall to my side, his gaze settling on me as he turned. Heat rushed to my face as his palms settled on my thighs. His face held a look of contentment, the troubles in his mind leaving him, if even for just a moment.
“You don't have to, Lyon. I just wanted to make you feel good.” I rested my hand on his, softly caressing the ridges between his soft skin and the thick chitin. “Don’t feel obligated.”
“It would be cruel of me to leave you wanting.” He took my hand in his, pressing his lips against my knuckles. Ever so chivalrous, even when fully bare before me. “And I wish for nothing more than to please you, mon miracle.”
I couldn’t deny the heat between my thighs and the dampness sinking into my underwear. My mind flitted back to the many nights where I took solace in my hand, imagining it was his instead. The blush on my face must’ve been apparent, as he leaned in, his lips meeting mine.
“You cannot tell me that did not rouse something in you.”
“It did…”
“Then let me worship you.” His fingertips grazed the underside of my chin. I grasped the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. His gaze fell to my bare chest, a deep blush spreading over his features.
I settled on my elbows, never once looking away. He kneeled between my thighs, leaning in to kiss me. His lips moved slow against mine, as if savoring the kiss. His hands drifted toward my chest, his broad palm splaying over my ribs.
My gaze followed his fingers as they glided down my stomach, sinking beneath the fabric of my pants. I lifted my hips, feeling him tug the fabric down my thighs. A soft noise caught in the back of his throat, his eye settling on my bare body. Kicking away the fabric at my ankles, I spread my legs for him.
“…mon dieu”
I slid my fingers beneath his chin, tilting his head up. He looked up at me, his pupils blown wide. A deep blush settled over his features, his lips parting as heavy breaths escaped him.
“Can I taste you?”
“How could I say no to a face like that?”
His cock twitched, slowly stiffening once more. He settled on his stomach, glancing up once more as his lips skated over my inner thigh. Every moment teasing, tantalizing, my heart fluttering in my chest.
His tongue dragged over my core, a deep noise catching in the back of his throat. His eyes fluttered closed, brows furrowing as he tasted me. My chest heaved as I drew in shallow breaths through gritted teeth. I carded my fingers through his soft locks, my other hand gripping the sheets beside me.
His tongue circled around my clit, fingers sinking into the flesh of my thighs. I could feel the slow build of my arousal, the way it hung between my hips. My muscles tensed, toes curling as his lips met my skin. Jolts of pleasure coursed up my spine as he softly sucked. My head fell back against the pillows, his name falling from my tongue like a hymn. The display seemed all too familiar- as if he was kneeling at an altar in worship.
My back arched off of the bed, hips rutting forward into his mouth. His arm settled over my stomach, holding me still as he worked his tongue against me. My toes curled, desperate moans seeping through my parted lips.
He moaned against my cunt, the vibrations sparking something within me. Tears brimmed in my eyes- the stimulation almost too much. It had felt like ages since I'd been intimate with anyone- to be worshiped like this was something extraordinary. I glanced down, watching as he rutted his hips against the mattress.
I felt his fingertips glide past my entrance, slowly sinking inside me. A gasp left my lips, my fingers sinking into the soft covers beneath me. He thrusted his digits inside me, curling his fingers upward. I cried out, my thighs quivering on either side of his head. Biting down on my tongue, I cursed at myself for being too loud. He only groaned, his fingertips hitting that soft spot inside me over and over again.
“I’m close- I'm so close-” I whined. He moaned against me, keeping the steady pace of his fingers. His lips wrapped around my clit once more, sucking gently. A rush of pleasure surged through me, rippling over my body like waves licking at a shoreline. Every muscle in my body seized up as my orgasm rushed through me. My voice carried through the room, knuckles blanching as I gripped the sheets tight. Sweat beaded down my brow, heat pooling beneath my skin. I could feel my pulse pounding behind my eardrums, my vision clouding.
He rocked me through my orgasm, steadily thrusting his digits as I clenched around them. He pulled back, eagerly watching as I came down from my orgasm. My chest heaved as I caught my breath. I turned my head, resting my cheek against the pillow, my eyes flitting closed.
“I did not think I could give you such pleasure-” He sat back on his shins, his gaze wandering my body. Easing myself up on my elbows, I huffed out a laugh.
“Looks like you thought wrong.” I glanced down at his aching cock, already standing at attention. A glistening strand of precum beaded at his cockhead. “I don’t even come that hard when I’m by myself.”
He stiffened, seeming unsure of what to do. I held out my hand for him, feeling his sweaty fingers lace with my own. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his- a slow, gentle kiss.
“Do you want to continue?” I mumbled against his lips.
“Yes- yes. J’ai envie de toi-”
I looped my arms around his neck, pulling his chest to mine. His lips met mine, a soft noise escaping him as he grabbed his cock. I moaned against his lips, feeling his cock nudge my entrance. My forehead met his, a sharp breath drawing through my gritted teeth as I felt the dull stretch of his cock between my hips.
“Est-ce que ça va?” He stilled inside of me, his voice brimming with worry. Opening my eyes, I was met with furrowed brows and a frown. I cradled his cheek in my hand, offering a reassuring smile.
“Just a little uncomfortable. I’ll be fine- just go slow.”
He trailed kisses over my jawline, down my neck, humming as he slid another inch inside of me. The dull ache was soon replaced by pressure, the feeling of being full. He felt heavy inside of me, twitching as he nudged his hips forward. I felt the soft curls at the base of his cock as he bottomed out inside me. He cursed under his breath, something I couldn't quite make out.
“You can move-” I sputtered, carding my fingers through his hair. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a soft noise as he rolled his hips into me. Our voices tangled, each thrust forward punctuated by a moan.
The mattress creaked beneath us, the headboard thudding against the wall. His grip on my hip was nearly bruising, sure to leave behind red marks in the shape of his fingertips. He licked and sucked at my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin. I tilted my head to the side, reveling in the feeling of his lips on my skin. I let my hands roam over his body, feeling the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin, the sweat beading down his chest.
“Faster,” I moaned tugging his hair. I pulled him into a kiss, our lips franticly moving against each other. Swiping my tongue over his bottom lip, I licked into his mouth and tasted my arousal on his tongue. His hips moved faster, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. My tongue swirled around his. He grunted against my lips, spit running down my face. The kiss was messy, desperate, matching the frantic pace of his thrusts as his pleasure drew him forward.
I could feel the slow build of my orgasm, the way it crept in through my stomach. Every breath grew shallower until I was panting against his mouth. My head spun as the force of his thrusts jolted my body. The grip I held on his hair only tightened as I anchored myself to him, not daring to break the closeness we shared. I craved his touch, the feeling of his skin against mine, the breathlessness he caused with every thrust. I found myself getting lost in his embrace, letting my body succumb to every sensation he offered.
Our voices crescendoed, muffled and needy as we moaned against each other. The slap of his hips against mine growing louder as he thrusted harder. I could feel his cockhead slipping past my cervix, nudging that spot inside me that made my vision cloud. My head fell back against the pillows as I cried out his name. He trailed messy kisses over my throat, grunting as he fucked me deep.
My nerve endings pulsed alight, pleasure rushing through my body like lighting. I fell limp under his touch, my thighs quivering and tensing around his broad frame. My lips parted as incoherent praises and babbles slipped from my tongue. I clenched around him, deep groans bellowing from his chest.
“Yes! Yes!” He moaned, his hips stuttering as he flooded me. He rolled his hips into me, riding out his orgasm. I could feel the slow trickle of his cum running down my thighs. Huffing, he sank his body weight into me. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers idly tracing over the metallic joints protruding from his skin. He shuddered, feeling the way my fingers ghosted over his skin. I pressed a kiss to his marred eye, feeling the thick scar tissue against my lips.
“Would you stay the night?” He asked, his cheek resting against my chest. I could sense the faintest desperation in those words, the furrow in his brow. He pursed his lips into a thin line, bracing for rejection.
“Of course, my love.” I cooed, running my fingers through his damp hair. He let out a breath he’d clung onto, softening in my embrace, his eyes flitting closed.
-
I pulled my jacket over my shoulders as I descended into the cathedral. My gaze drifted across the room. Marie stared at me with wide eyes, a bright flush settling over her features. She turned away, busying herself with her scriptures. I could hear the soft thud of a book closing, the creaking of mahogany as Roathe shifted in his chair.
“Now…what part of peace and quiet was not clear to you, usurper?” He spat, slamming the book on his desk. I stared blankly, my mouth agape as he crossed his arms over his chest. “These walls are very thin, after all.”
“I’m sorry- it won’t happen again-” I sputtered.
“Oh, I highly doubt that…given how enthralled the two of you were…”
Heat rushed to my face, my pulse pounding in my ears as I realized the ‘private’ encounter from last night might not have been as private as I’d thought.
“We’ll find somewhere else to...” The words fell flat on my tongue. “I'm sorry-”
The droning sound of my engine echoed through the streets. Even as it sat abandoned, the streets of Hollvania were alive- floods of scaldra troops pouring into the narrow alleyways. The acrid scent of efervon hung heavy in the air. I could feel the wind rushing past, even from within the hold of my warframe.
I weaved between soldiers, revving my engine as I dodged blades and gun barrels. The platoons were a mere nuisance, my target lingering somewhere under the streets- a legacyte. Even staring down the barrel of a gun, it was exhilarating rushing through the city center.
I let my body lean into a turn, my grip on the handlebars tightening. Just ahead lie an exposed opening into the cavernous depths of the mall, fleshy tendrils wrapped around the debris.
A shot rang out, my engine sputtering as I lost control. I felt the back of my bike kick up, my hold failing as I was thrown from my seat. In an instant, my chest met the cobblestone street, my transference slipping from my grasp.
The cold embrace of my frame vanished, now replaced by the warmth of my blood as it seeped from my skin. I could hear my flesh skidding against the road- the disgusting sound echoing through my ears. My breath slipped from my lungs, a wordless cry escaping me as the techrot broke my fall. I brought my hands to my chest, wincing as pain rushed through me. Every shaky inhale was agony, every exhale tormenting.
A glimpse of lightning shone in my peripherals. A familiar set of orange glasses lowered, a concerned gaze meeting my limp body.
“Jeez- I could hear that crash from five streets over.” Amir kneeled, grimacing as he glanced over my avulsed skin, a mess of flesh, blood, and gravel. “We better get you back to base-”
“I’m fine- get me to my frame,” I interjected, gritting my teeth in a vain attempt to distract from the pain. My warframe lay limp, a mere twenty meters away- but in my state, it was much too far to transfer into. Amir's gaze followed mine to the limp pile of metal and infestation.
“I’m pretty sure Arthur would kill me if I let you do that.” He crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “No can do, muchacho. You’re sitting this one out.”
-
My domestic drone whirred to life, and the mess of saline and blood was swept from my floor. I watched as the edges of my wound slowly closed; the void mending my marred flesh. Breathing- while still painful- didn’t have the same edge to it, more like a dull ache.
I propped my feet up on a velveteen chair, my aching body draped over the large conference table. The silence drifting through the backroom, while calm, was unsettling. I could feel my stomach churning, dreading seeing that two-toned hair I'd grown fond of over these months.
Even if I was dreading the tongue lashing I was bound to receive, I couldn’t help but feel the heat rush to my face as I pictured him. Of course, I'd never admit it to anyone but myself. An active war zone wasn’t the place for feelings. I turned my head to the incubator, my Kavat sound asleep in its plush bed. Even if I was staying in a room that wasn’t mine, it had an odd sense of home to it. If only I'd wound up here before it all went to shit- maybe I could’ve enjoyed it for what it was.
“What the hell were you thinking, almost getting yourself killed?” He spat. His words were filled with as much venom as they were the day we met. I didn’t lift my head or dare to move - instead, I balled my hands into fists.
“How was I supposed to know those fuckers had good aim?” I laughed, wincing as the ache in my chest grew sharper.
“They're soldiers! That’s all they do!”
Grunting, I propped myself up on my elbows. Arthur's eyebrows were furrowed, creases settling above his brow. He pursed his lips, his jaw clenching as he held back his tongue. My feet met the cold concrete. I spun on my heels, holding my hands up.
“It's just some road rash. I'm fine.”
His eyes drifted across my exposed skin, settling on the wounds running over my thigh. The bleeding had ceased, leaving behind pink patches of raw skin.
“You’re insufferable, drifter.” He shook his head, strands of his hair falling into his face.
“I’m not the only insufferable one, Arthur,” I pursed my lips, crossing my arms over my chest. Something twitched in him, his pupils dilating with some sort of primal feeling. He rushed forward, my hips meeting the table as he pushed me back. I felt his lips crash against mine, a low groan rumbling in his throat.
I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, feeling the cool metal fused against his skin. My pulse hastened, feeling as if some part of my wishes were finally coming true. I couldn't get enough of it, the feeling of his chapped lips, the little sounds that escaped his lips, the way his hands gripped my hips.
I sat on the edge of the table, crossing my ankles behind his back. He rolled his hips against me, soft whines escaping my throat. Even from within the confines of his armor, I could feel his cock stiffening.
“If you’d gotten killed, I would've never forgiven you.” He pulled away, breathing heavily. I felt my stomach flutter, heat rushing to my face.
“I still can’t tell if you like me or hate me.” I seized my lip between my teeth. His lips curled up into a crooked smile. He toyed with the button at the front of my jeans, pulling the fabric open.
“Let me clear it up for you, then.” He unzipped my fly, sliding his hand beneath the denim. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt his palm slide against my core. Two of his fingers slipped past my entrance. His digits felt rough, metallic and calloused as they glided against my insides. My breath hitched, the ache in my ribs growing as a stream of lilted sounds left my lips.
“Fuck- Arthur!” I moaned, my fingers carding through his hair. I tugged on his locks, grasping tight around the strands. A deep, guttural moan rumbled in his chest.
“I like you…alive.” He thrusted his fingers inside of me, his jaw clenching tight.
“Please,” I muttered, unsure of what I was begging for. My head spun, thoughts disappearing as the myriad of fantasies I'd held close finally played out before me. His lips met my neck, his sharp canines grazing my skin. I shuddered, biting down on my lip.
I was close, I could feel tension building in my stomach. My muscles tensing as he fucked me with his fingers. My breath grew shallow, each exhale punctuated with a soft moan. He nipped at my skin, sure to leave behind marks. My toes curled, thighs tensing around his broad frame.
He leaned forward, my back meeting the table. I whined as he pulled his fingers out of me, my arousal glistening on his skin. He gripped the hem of my shorts, pulling them down my thighs. A breathy groan left his parted lips, his gaze fixated on the mess between my legs. My shorts fell to the floor, heat rushing to my face.
“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight?” He hummed, his thumb circling my clit. My head fell back against the table, a gasp rising in my chest. I whined, feeling his fingers sink inside of me- resuming their pace.
He balled my shirt up in his hand, pushing it over my chest. I felt his chapped lips against my skin and the sharp intrusion of his teeth. My back arched off the table, hips rutting forward into his palm. Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill over as he took my nipple into his mouth. I felt nothing but praise- worship- as he lavished my body with attention. My thighs trembled, my moans climbing higher and higher into breathless little whines.
“I’m close- I'm so close-“ I said breathlessly. His lips soothed over the teeth marks he’d left. His fingers curled upwards, brushing against a spot that had me squirming against him. My body jolted with every thrust forward. The tension in my stomach only grew, burning hot inside me. Waves of pleasure rolled over me- a barrage of stimulation. I cried out his name, clenching around his digits.
His lips met mine once more, my moans muffled against his lips. I felt his hand pull back, the sudden overwhelming feeling of emptiness. I slid my tongue along his bottom lip, feeling him open up for me. His tongue swirled against mine, a soft grunt leaving him. He gripped the fat of my thighs, fingers digging into my skin. I let my hand drift down the plates covering his stomach, stopping just between his legs.
“How much of you is still intact after the serum?” I pulled away, his spit still slick on my lips. He huffed, a smirk creeping across his face. My gaze settled on him as he took a step back.
“You wanna find out, don’t you?”
I pulled my shirt over my head, rising to my feet. Taking a step forward, I let the fabric drop to the floor. My fingertips grazed along his armor, even through the layers of chitin, I could feel his cock twitch. He seized my wrist, his hip rutting against my palm.
“I do. Why don't you show me?”
“I’ll do a lot more than just show you, drifter.” He pulled at the plate below his navel, his cock springing free. Black tendrils wrapped around the base of his cock- not even it was entirely spared from the serum. Precum beaded at the head of his cock, clear and silvery- almost glowing.
“I promise I’ll be more careful.” I drew closer to him, my lips ghosting over his. I could feel his ragged breaths, hear the soft noises he made. He pressed his lips to mine, his hand finding the small of my back.
“You better mean that.” He mumbled, his lips trailing over my jawline. “Had me worried I'd never be able to tell you how I feel.”
“And how do you feel?”
He seemed to stiffen, his breath hitching. The soft hand on my back retreated. He pulled away, his palm cradling my cheek. The metal and chitin of his armor brushed against my skin. I couldn't help but lean into his touch, feeling a sense of serenity slowly spread through me. I didn’t want to be anywhere else- or with anyone else. The realization donned on me that he might share my feelings.
“I care about you…and the closer we get, the more I can’t help but worry about you.”
I felt myself flush. I draped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. The rigidity in his body soon broke as he drifted further into my hold. His fingers carded through my hair. My hips met the edge of the table once more. Although the anger from earlier had fled, there was still a sense of hunger beaming from the two of us.
I settled myself on the tabletop, reaching out to take his length in my hand. He grunted, pressing his forehead to mine. My gaze locked onto his, taking in those two-tone eyes of his. The only thing I wished for now was to kiss over every scar on his body.
“I keep having these dreams…where I lose you. All I see before I wake up is you sitting alone in that reactor…but you're here.” I confessed, biting down on my lip as I stroked him. His eyes fluttered shut, a moan slipping from his parted lips. His hands feverishly grabbed me, squeezing every bit of skin he could get. They settled on my hips, his fingers digging into the fat of my ass.
“I’m here. And I’m not leaving you.”
He lifted me into his arms. Gasping, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. I could feel his cock nudging my thigh as he carried me toward an old velvet chaise left behind by Entrati. I winced in pain as my body dropped. A soft pillow lay behind my neck.
Arthur settled between my legs, his fingers skimming over my thighs. Even after bringing me to orgasm and seeing every inch of my body, he still seemed enthralled. A dusty rose settled over his cheeks, his hands sliding beneath my knees.
“What do you think Entrati would say if he knew we were defiling all his furniture?” I draped my leg over the back of the couch, baring myself to him. Something feral came over him, his pupil dilating with hunger. I gasped, feeling his cock pushing past my entrance.
“I might have to bend you over every piece of furniture just to spite the old bastard.” His jaw clenched tight, his thumb circling my clit. I crossed my ankles around his back, pushing his hips forward. In all my late-night fantasies, moments kept between me and my pillow, I never imagined it would feel quite this good. A dull ache settled between my thighs. It’d been far too long since I'd shared a moment like this with someone- but the wait was worth it.
His face scrunched up, his chest heaving with every labored breath as he bottomed out inside me. I felt full- the weight of his cock heavy in my stomach. I moaned his name breathlessly.
His chest met mine, his hips moving at a quick pace. A feeling of relief washed over me - I finally had him. His lips wandered over my neck, sucking dark marks into my skin that would be there for days to come. Every movement felt frenzied, as if making up for lost time. Even if we had nothing but time in this void-forsaken loop, I could spend so much of it like this.
The couch creaked with every rut of his hips, as if begging for us to stop. And yet I found myself enthralled, lost in his body. His fingers hastily worked at my clit, his other hand cradling the nape of my neck. My head spun, so overwhelmed with pleasure that nothing besides us existed. Every worry flitted away, replaced by the feeling of his cock inside me. Even the pain of my wounds was nothing but a nuisance.
I shut my eyes, sinking into the pleasure. My body tensed, my thighs squeezing around him. I buried my fingers in his hair, pushing against his lips as they marred my skin. My toes curled as I felt the slow coiling tension wrap around my stomach. My arousal moved through me like slow-moving honey, sinking into every inch of my being. With every nudge of his cockhead against my cervix, I crept closer and closer to my orgasm.
My moans grew louder, unrestrained as the pleasure shot up my spine. I could hear his voice drawing deeper, his hips surging forward as he climbed closer to his own climax. Warmth spread beneath my skin like slow-burning embers, the flames licking at my limbs. Sweat beaded down my sternum as every nerve ending in me ignited.
I cried out his name, my voice carrying through the backroom. My orgasm swept over me, pulling me in like a riptide. I gasped, panting as I drew in breaths through gritted teeth. My nails raked across his back, over the rough plates of metal and thick cartilage that covered his body. His hips stuttered, a moan slipping between his lips. The warmth of his orgasm filled my insides. I bit down on my lip as his spend ran down my thighs, sure to stain the velvet upholstery.
He stilled, slowly catching his breath- not daring to move from my embrace. I turned my head, pressing kisses against his cheek. His stubble tickled my face. I felt myself blush as the image of his stubble brushing against my thighs tucked itself behind my eyes. I clenched around his cock, drawing a grunt from him.
Groaning, he pulled out, his eyes widening as he watched the slow trickle of his cum slide down my thighs. His cock twitched, luminescent precum beading at his cockhead.
“So…no more driving into hoards of scaldra?” He hummed, propping himself up on his elbows.
“No more. Besides, I’ve got something better I can ride.” My fingers glided under his chin, tilting his head to look up at me.
“Don't say that unless you mean it, drifter.” He narrowed his eyes at me. I could tell he was still craving more, his brows furrowing.
“Well…there's still a lot more furniture to break in…”
Transmaculine Tav, some feminine terms used to describe genetalia
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The campfire at the center of camp softly crackled, flames surging upwards. The sun had long since fallen, the soft blanket of night spreading across the wilderness. Crickets softly chirped in the distance. I sat in my tent, my eyes flitting over the pages of a book. An old favorite of mine, detailing ancient bloody battles, swords held high in combat. I turned the page, humming to myself as I read over passages I'd seen so many times.
The soft sound of encroaching footsteps drew me from my thoughts. I looked up, a pair of crimson eyes meeting my gaze. I narrowed my eyes- not expecting him to approach.
“Do you…need more blood?” I questioned, setting my book aside. A laugh left his lips. He shifted his weight onto one leg, looking down at me with a crooked smile.
“Well…I mean, I wouldn’t say no.” He stepped forward, sinking down to the ground, his hand resting on his knee. “No…there’s something I want- something I think you want too.” He pressed his finger against my chest, letting his gaze run down my body. “The closer we grow, the more I feel as if there's something between us. It’d be a shame not to explore it.”
My pulse hastened, heat blooming in my face as I took in his words. I was suddenly aware of the space between us- or the lack thereof. His knee brushed against my own.
I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t curious. With the sultry tone he held so well, I'd surely be in for a good time. Something swirled in my stomach, the fear of rejection seeping into my veins. I could only imagine the look of disgust on his face as I disrobed. My mind settled on one thing- the remaining piece of myself left on this masculine frame.
And yet my heart stirred, longing for a night like this. Those piercing eyes, those sharp features looking down at me. Imagining his moans filling my ears like a song drew heat to my core.
“Okay-” the word left my mouth before I could hold it back. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears.
“Well then, find me after the others are asleep so we can…enjoy each other's presence…if you get what I mean.” He quickly rose to his feet, dusting off his pants. His boots thumped against the earth as he stepped away slowly. I looked up, meeting his gaze as he glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll be waiting.”
And then he was gone, leaving me to simmer in my lamenting. The scars marring my skin were quite faded, even now. Strings of my patron threaded into my flesh, magic of unknown power morphing my flesh, molding me into the man I was meant to be. I didn’t regret it in the slightest, but broaching the topic of arcane affirmation was never an easy feat. At best, he’d turn me down, at worst, he'd call me deceptive and leave me there bare and vulnerable. And as the lanterns scattered across the camp fizzled out one by one, I could only feel my anxieties rising further up my throat.
Knowing I had to confront this one way or another, I rose to my feet, slowly stalking toward his tent. Glancing past the silken tent walls, I was met with the sight of an empty bedroll. I let my gaze drift over his belongings, settling on his dagger, the blade stabbed into a small wooden table. At the tip of the blade was a note hastily scrawled on parchment.
“Meet me in the clearing behind the camp.”
I thrust my hands into my pockets, slowly stepping forward on wobbly legs. My heart raced with every step, nausea rising in my chest. I slipped past the tree line, narrowing my eyes as I weaved through trees and bramble. Just up ahead was a clearing bathed in the glimmering moonlight.
“There you are.”
Astarion stepped out from the tree line, his hungry gaze settling on me. His shirt was discarded, his bare skin nearly glistening in the moonlight. Panic surged through me, my limbs freezing up. I balled my hands into tight fists, my arms stuck at my sides.
His expression dropped, lips tugging down into a frown. All the sensuality he held in his poise was tossed aside. Concern was written all over his face, tugging at his features. I felt his icy fingers wrap around my wrists, and the softness of his touch.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes flitted over me, searching my skin for injury- anything that would reveal why I was in the state I was. Breathing out a shaky breath, I parted my lips to speak.
“I…need to sit down…”
I felt dizzy, sweat dripping from my brow. If not for the guardian, I’d’ve thought it was ceremorphosis overtaking. But no- this was a different kind of paralyzing fear. I sank to my knees, Astarion soon following.
“Are you hurt?” He questioned. I shook my head, swallowing down my anxieties.
“No- no. I just…” the words faltered on my tongue. I gritted my teeth, forcing my words from my throat, “I want this…I just…there’s something holding me back.” I looked up at him, his furrowed brows, his clenched jaw. “My pact…”
He sighed, giving my wrists a gentle squeeze. I felt his cocky demeanor slip back into place as a crooked smile crept across his face.
“Don’t tell me your patron is a cock-block.”
I found myself laughing at his words, the tension slowly leaving my body. My shoulder dropped, jaw unclenching. I drew in a breath- a full breath- feeling my racing heart quiet back to a steady rhythm.
“No…If anything, I’m the cock-block.” I shook my head. “My patron gave me a gift…but it’s something incredibly personal…”
I stared back up at those crimson eyes, realization donning on me that it wasn’t all too dissimilar from his own affliction. Mine was a secret hidden under my clothes, his behind those plush lips of his. Even then, a lingering feeling settled itself in my gut. I wasn’t ready. Not yet.
“I trust you, Astarion,” I spoke my words deliberately, pronouncing every consonant sharply. “Maybe…that’s not the wisest choice…but I do.” He seemed to stiffen at my words, drawing in a hitched breath. His eyes widened, taking in my confession. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to show you that side of me yet.”
His lips parted in a silent awe, his words failing him. Something was clearly brewing behind those eyes, his thoughts spinning away inside his head. I stilled, letting the silence grow between us. It seemed almost peaceful. I let my eyes flutter closed, drawing in the cold evening air through my nose.
“I'm sorry…I guess I just didn’t expect you to say that…”
When I opened my eyes again, I was met with the sight of his ears pointed back like a perturbed cat. I pursed my lips to stifle my laughter.
“The fact that I don’t want to have sex with you right now or the fact that I trust you?”
“Well…both, obviously.” He clicked his tongue, “but…I understand.”
Pulling his hands away, he rose to his feet. I felt a frown tug at my lips as I realized our night would soon be cut short. I settled my palm on his knee, glancing up at him.
“Would it be too much to ask if you could stay?” The look on my face must’ve been pathetic, judging by his expression. He offered a look of pity, tinged with just the slightest bit of melancholy. “I do enjoy your company.”
“Well now, there's three things I didn't expect to hear tonight.” He tapped his foot against the grass. I kept my gaze fixated on him, watching as his eyes scanned the treeline. He sighed, shrugging his arms in surrender. “Okay, I guess it couldn’t hurt.”
He settled himself beside me. With a smile creeping across my face, I laid back against the grass. I looked up at the constellations speckled across the sky, a glimmer in a sea of black ink. He laid beside me, the back of his fingers brushing against my own. Biting the inside of my lip, I laced my fingers with his, feeling a soft squeeze as we glimpsed the stars above.
-
The sounds of song and cheer filled the camp. Tankards and spirits were held high. I basked in the campfire's warmth, goblet in hand. The warmth of my wine trickled down the back of my throat as I nursed my drink.
“Mind if I steal some of that wine?” A voice said behind me. I knew who it was, even without looking up. The slightest bit of cockiness laced his words. He sat beside me, a cup grasped in his hands, filled to the top with wine. “I can't stand whatever hells they’re offering.”
“Only if you say please.” I stared at him over the rim of my glass. He rolled his scarlet eyes, exaggeratedly huffing as if I'd insulted him.
“Please…” he muttered, pouting.
I felt a smirk creep across my face. I wrapped my fingers around the bottleneck, holding it out for him. He threw the contents of his glass over his shoulder, offering the now-empty cup to me. Steadying my hands, I watched as the wine filled the goblet. He offered a smile before bringing the drink to his lips.
“Much better.” He hummed.
“Are you enjoying the festivities?” I asked. He recoiled at the words, his nose scrunching in disgust.
“I could think of a million better things to do than listen to this god's-awful music.” He huffed.
I tilted my head at his words. Feeling the warmth of the wine spread through my veins, I let my tongue speak freely.
“Name one,” I said, bolstered by the alcohol.
“Well…enjoying your company away from prying eyes.” He leaned closer, his gaze lingering on my lips.
I felt warmth rush to my face, my pulse pounding in my ears. I couldn’t deny the arousal pooling between my thighs, the way my stomach fluttered at his words. But beneath the giddiness was the sinking feeling of anxiety. It was smaller now, just a lingering seed of doubt, but it was enough to hold me back.
“What…part…of my company might you be referring to?”
“Whichever part you’d like to share, so long as you’re comfortable.”
I bit the inside of my lip. Even now, I yearned to kiss him, yearned to feel his hands on me. His patience only spurred that urge on.
“Well then, I think I'd like to enjoy…parts…of your company.” The wine in my glass rippled as my hands trembled ever so slightly. Whether it was the anticipation or anxiety was unclear. But I knew one thing: I wanted this.
“You know where to find me.” My eyes followed him as he stood, sauntering toward the wilderness. I waited, taking slow sips of my drink, my head whirling. Sip by sip, fantasies filled my head. Passionate lovemaking, messy open-mouthed kisses, sweat running down our bare bodies.
Maybe another night I'd indulge in that debauchery, but not tonight. Not when I still have this lingering scent of fear on me.
I crept past the gathering, crossing over the bridge at the back of the camp. Even if I couldn’t see it, I could feel the eyes of my companions following me as I slipped into the tree line.
He sat with his back against a tree, scarlet gaze meeting mine as I stepped into the clearing. A soft smile rested upon his lips. I sat beside him, my fingers twirling around blades of grass. His hand draped over mine, his skin cold to the touch.
“Can I ask…how did you meet your patron?”
Straight into the thick of it, not even the slightest attempt at small talk. I felt my lips curl upward, remembering the day vividly. An unexpected blessing, sweeping me from the pits of despair. The unnamed was finally graced with acknowledgement. The feelings buried deep in my chest spilling out like a fountain.
“They're a…forgotten god. A name known only to a few select people. You won’t find them in any book…they’re discreet…to say the least. They found me…said my sorrow called to them like a beacon.” I let my eyes drift upward toward the sky. Part of me wondered if they were out there, watching down, seeing the turmoil hidden in my heart. Part of me wonders if they’d be proud of me for even getting this far.
“They gifted me a second chance, a life where I could be who I truly am. Blessed me with my abilities.”
“Always useful to have friends in high places.” He gave my hand a squeeze.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt raw emotion blistering inside me. My heart leaped as the image of his lips against mine repeated behind my eyes. I couldn’t wait until the fear finally fled. I needed this- even a fracture of this- now. My lips parted to speak, the words running off my tongue.
“Can I kiss you?”
His fingers grazed along my jaw, grasping my chin. I felt the chill of his breath fan over me as he leaned closer.
“There’s nothing I’d like more.”
His lips were soft, his kiss gentle and inviting. I felt my breath hitch, my heart fluttering as I leaned into the kiss. He pulled away, offering a gentle smile as his gaze flitted across my face.
Emboldened by the wine, I swung one leg over his hip, settling in his lap. I felt his hands run down my sides, settling at my hip. My lips crashed against his once more. A soft noise left his throat. I felt dizzy, my arousal clouding my thoughts. Even if I couldn’t go ‘all the way’ this was nice - feeling his body against mine, his hands grabbing my skin.
Pulling back to catch my breath, I wrapped my arms around him, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. He stiffened, his shoulders tensing up under my hold.
“Thank you for understanding.”
As I spoke my words, he melted under my touch. He let go of a breath I didn’t know he’d held onto, reciprocating my touch. For someone cold and undead, his embrace was warm and inviting. I could stay like that for the rest of the night, tucked away out of sight, lost in the feeling of his arms around me.
-
As Raphael disappeared with a flash, we were left in silent contemplation. The implications of the ritual, being bound to Cazador by these runes. The two of us were left knowing that as long as he still lurked in the shadows, Astarion would never be free.
The juxtaposition of our situations was clear to me. His scars were for control, mine for freedom. Even through all of this, I could taste his sorrow on my tongue. It hung potent in the air, even if he hid it behind a brash tone and witty quips.
“This is a lot to take in,” I said, a frown tugging at my lips. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts, but just know this: whatever happens, you don’t have to face it alone.”
Another night passed. Even through combat and shadow curses, I could tell he was contemplating. I found my thoughts circling back to him every time I had even a minute to think clearly. One thing became clear to me from learning the truth of his creation, his purpose, that the seed of doubt had withered away inside me. I felt a kind of kindred trust grow between us throughout these nights.
My heart raced as I approached his tent. He turned, his scarlet gaze meeting mine.
“I think we need to talk.” I shoved my hands into my pockets, toying with a frayed thread. “Could we step away from camp for a moment?”
“Lead the way.”
I grabbed his hand and started down a dirt path forged many years ago. It led through a dense forest, trees shutting out the moonlight above. The sound of running water grew louder, distant owl calls echoing through the woods.
The path led to a shore, a weathered rowboat tethered to a shabby pier. Both sat abandoned, obscured by the curse laid upon this land. I turned to him, noticing the frown on his face.
“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, too.” He confessed.
“Please, go ahead.” I squeezed his hand.
“Look…I…I'm not used to this. Intimacy of any kind has always been transactional- or an offering for Cazador.” I could read the sorrow in his face, the loathing surrounded him like a swarm of flies. “I’ll admit…I wanted to bed you…I felt like I had to - to get any sort of alliance.”
“Astarion…”
“But then…you still wanted me, even if it wasn’t for my body. My company. For the first time in two centuries, I feel comfortable with someone. Like this is real…I want this to be real. I just… don't know what real even means.”
I felt my heart stir, heat rushing to my face. My trust lay firmly in his hands, his confession only cementing it. I wanted this, wanted to let him in on this part of my life. I found my mind flitting to distant images of us together, parasite-free. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but we could be something real. Something was woven between us on that first night, and it led us here. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
“I want this too. I…care about you, more than I can express in word. I feel safe- safe enough to finally tell you the terms of my pact.”
“Really? Well, then…please…I'm all ears.”
Drawing in a deep breath, I spoke- laid out everything before him.
“Part of my pact was giving my patron my flesh. My…chest. The fat on my hips. My womb.” I looked up at him, his red eyes widening in surprise. “That sorrow my patron sensed…was a specific melody only they can hear. The sorrow of not belonging in your own skin. I have scars all over my skin, from their handiwork, arcane magic suturing my skin.”
I undid the buttons of my shirt, letting the fabric fall off my shoulders. Thick scars adorned my skin, running across my chest. They almost seemed to glow with whatever magic had been imbued in them. I watched as his gaze followed along every inch of tissue.
“They wove some kind of magic in me, and soon I began to change. My muscles built, hair started growing on my skin, my voice dropped…among other things…but I could finally see myself when I looked in the mirror.”
He took my hand in his, hanging onto every word I said as if it were sacred.
“The other thing I gave was all memories of who I was before.”
“Why were you so afraid of telling me?” He asked.
“Well…the scars I could’ve said were from battle…but there's one thing left behind from my old body. I didn’t want you to look at me and be disgusted at what you saw.” The thing left between my thighs. It never did bother me, but letting someone in on that secret was monumentous. “Can I…show you?”
He nodded. I undid the lacing at the front of my pants, pushing the leather down my thighs, letting it pool at my ankles. I revealed myself, all of myself, to him. Even now, I didn’t brace myself for rejection. I knew he’d be okay with it- with me. Nobody had seen me like this. I was vulnerable, and yet somehow I felt safe.
“Am I the only person you’ve told?” He asked.
“Besides Nuk’yun, my patron, yes.” I nodded.
His fingers skated along the scars at my hip, a jagged line running across my stomach where my uterus once lay.
“You’re beautiful- and so much more.” He pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the slow thumping of the undead heart in his chest. “Have you…well…tried out your new body?”
“Only by myself. I’ve been waiting for the right person to come around…and it looks like they have.”
“May I?”
“This isn’t transactional…I don’t want you to feel like it is. I’ll be by your side regardless of what we do tonight.” I reassured. I let my fingers run up his neck, cradling his jaw like he was something fragile. In that moment, I wished for nothing more than to hold him, feel him- skin against skin, limbs tangling.
“I know. I trust you, and I want this.”
My heart fluttered at his words. Trust. Something so sacred, and yet placed in my hold.
“Lie back.” He cooed.
I let my body fall against the grass, watching intently as he pulled his shirt over his head. I pressed my legs together, watching as he sank to his knees. His hands glided up my calves, settling on my knees. Slowly, I parted my legs for him, watching as his cock strained against his pants. His gaze drifted over my bare body, settling between my thighs. He trailed soft kisses down my skin, my breath hitching as he drew closer to my core.
“Is this another…gift from your patron?” He grazed his thumb along the underside of my clit. I threw my head back, my voice catching in my throat as I nodded. “I hope they don’t mind if I…indulge myself in your blessings.”
I felt his tongue lave over my clit, swirling around it. Even now, I was sensitive, my patron's gift only fueling it. He grabbed my ankles, draping my legs over his shoulders. His name left my lips, hanging heavy in the air as he wrapped his lips around my clit. My toes curled as I felt his mouth on me. He moaned against my skin, igniting sparks of pleasure that shot up my spine. I carded my fingers through his hair, tugging at his curls.
“Fuck- oh fuck!” I moaned. He bobbed his head, sucking on my clit. The pleasure surged through me, my head spinning as I sank into the feeling of his lips. His hold on my thighs tightened, his nails digging into my flesh. He glanced up at me with a look of hunger in his eyes, something primal flashing behind those deep crimson eyes.
My heart fluttered, my pulse swirling behind my eardrums. He was devouring me, worshipping me, every inch of him enthralled in my body. I could hear his moans and whines, feel them against my body. He kneeled before me as if worshipping at an altar, indulging in something divine. Heat rose to my face as I lost myself in him. This was more than something carnal and animalistic- it was amorous, addictive even- feeling lost in each other’s touch. As if our paths were always meant to lead here- bearing our skin and our souls to each other, fates entwined.
I felt his fingertips slip inside me, a dull stretch aching between my thighs. Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill over. My breathing was labored, sweat beading down my sternum. I cried out his name as his digits sank inside of me, curling upward. He played my body like an instrument, strumming every string on key. It was something so practiced, and yet I didn’t feel like one of many to bed him- instead I felt like one of one.
I could feel my stomach tensing, bracing myself for the wave of pleasure surging at my limbs. I let my eyes flutter shut, his name leaving my tongue as my orgasm overtook me. His name left my lips once more, sickly sweet on my tongue as I cried. My nerve endings ignited, the stimulation rippling over my body. I tensed under his hold, my fingers digging into the grass at my side. My muscles spasmed, clenching around his fingers, my thighs squeezing his head.
In an instant, I went limp, my head falling to the side. Soft whimpers escaped me, heavy breaths catching in my throat. The feeling of emptiness settled itself under my skin, his fingers leaving me. Cooing soft praises, he trailed kisses over my stomach.
A haze washed over me, my vision blurring. I could make out the flash of white, his curls slowly encroaching as he pressed kisses along my chest. His lips traced over my scars. I felt myself blush, watching as he lavished my body.
My breath caught in my throat as his lips met mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, sweet and heavy like molasses, tainted with the salt of my sweat. I wrapped my legs around him, moaning against his lips. He rocked his hips against my body, his cock straining against his pants. I could feel a growing need building in my body, the need to taste him, to make him sing for me as I please him.
My eyes lingered on him as his thumbs slipped beneath his pants. He slowly inched them over his thighs, his cock springing free from its confines. It hung heavy between his thighs, pearls of precum beading at his flushed cockhead. I felt his hands run up my thighs, settling on my hips. Crossing my ankles behind his back, I turned onto my side, his body meeting the soft earth beneath us.
I pressed my lips against his neck, letting my tongue glide along his veins. His skin tasted of brandy aged in an oak casket- deep and earthy. His scent hung in my nose. My kisses trailed down his body, over his collarbones and his chest. I let my tongue dip between his abs, the lingering taste of sweat tinging my tongue.
“Let me make you feel good.” I cooed, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. A gasp left his lips as my tongue dragged over the underside of his cock, following the vein beneath his skin. I parted my lips, taking him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his length, I took him deeper, feeling his cock prod at my throat. Tears welled in my eyes as I bobbed my head, sucking on his cock.
He let out lilted moans, a chorus of pleasure. I moaned, my core throbbing as I listened to the sinful noises. I stroked the base of his cock, keeping with the pace of my mouth. His hips stuttered, bucking toward my mouth. I moaned, feeling his thighs tense, a curse falling from his tongue.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll-“ His words were cut off by a moan. He sank his fingers into the grass, clawing at the dirt. I pulled back, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock. His chest heaved with every breath he drew. Sweat glistened on his pale skin.
I felt his fingers slide beneath my chin, pulling me away from his cock. His palms flattened against my chest, pushing me onto my back. He settled between my legs, his lips meeting mine in a fevered kiss. His cock pressed against my thigh, my saliva still sticky on his skin.
“What I want now…is to be inside you- if that’s all right.” He gazed down at me, his pupils dilated with lust. A moan slipped from my lips.
“Just…go slow at first. I don't know if I've ever even…done this.”
“Of course.” His features softened, a smile tugging at his lips. I watched as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, his other hand settling on my knee. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt his cockhead against my core. He pushed forward, slipping inside of me. Pain bloomed between my thighs, the dull sensation of stretching building. My brows furrowed, teeth sinking into my lip. I rested my hand on his, squeezing his fingers. He grasped my hand, bringing my knuckles to his lips.
Whimpering, I wrapped my arms around him. His chest met mine. I pressed my lips to his, sinking into the feeling of his kiss. I could feel my tension melting, my breath hitching as he slipped deeper inside of me. A moan fell from his lips, his arms sliding beneath my neck.
I crossed my ankles behind his back, pushing him deeper. He bottomed out, his hips stilling. I felt full, a twinge of pleasure sparking as the head of his cock slid behind my cervix.
“Fuck-“ I cursed. I threw my head back as he rolled his hips. His pace was slow- as if he was taking his time savoring the feeling of me. He let his lips trail over my neck, pressing gentle kisses against my skin.
“You feel…incredible-“ he moaned.
“Astarion- please.” My fingers tangled in his curls, grasping tight at his blonde locks. “Faster-”
The sound of skin meeting skin filled my ears. Every thrust of his hips sent sparks of pleasure up my spine. Our bodies moved against each other, like a practiced waltz. Our fingers tangling in each other’s hair, lips meeting as moans spilled from our tongues. My voice crescendoed, carrying through the woods.
I felt his cock drag against my insides, every inch of him more addictive than the last. I could get lost in this feeling- so close, so intimate, baring myself for him to unravel. His hips moved faster, his own pleasure spurring on his movements. His voice grew louder, his moans ringing in my ear.
My back arched, my chest pressing into his. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs, my lungs drawing in ragged breath, every exhale intermingled with a moan. He pulled back just enough to glimpse my face, taking in the expression I made as my orgasm drew closer.
“I’m close- I’m so close-“ I whined. A groan flitted from his lips. His fingertips skimmed along the underside of my thigh, settling behind my knee. Gasping, I felt him push my knee to my chest, his cock sinking impossibly deeper inside of me. I could feel each roll of his hips in my lungs.
“Come for me,” he groaned, his gaze fixated on my face. His words spurred something inside of me. My body gave way as my orgasm surged through me. The pleasure rippled over my skin in waves, my nerve endings pulsing. It was almost too much. I could feel my muscles tensing, bracing myself. He moaned my name as I clenched around his cock. His hips stuttered, warmth trickling down my thighs as he came.
My chest heaved with every breath I drew. Sweat ran down my sternum, strings of damp hair clinging to my forehead. He surged forward, pressing his lips to mine. I could taste sweat on his tongue, his kiss softer- almost reassuring.
Pulling back, he settled on his back, his crimson eyes on me once more. I turned to my side, my fingers grazing against his. He offered a gentle smile as he took my hand, our fingers lacing.
“How was that for you?” I asked, my voice just barely above a whisper.
“It felt…mutual. Like it was my own choice to make.” He hummed, his eyes scanning over the scattering of stars overhead. “I guess I forgot that intimacy could feel good- not leave me with a pit in my stomach like it normally does.”
I brought his knuckles to my lips, pressing a soft kiss against his pale skin.
“Astarion…” He turned his head to me. I could feel my stomach flutter- only it wasn't a dreadful anxiety, more like a subtle twinge in my stomach. “I think I love you.”
He sat up, grabbing my other hand. I settled onto my knees, feeling the nerves fly away as he offered me a smile. It felt genuine, like he no longer needed to tuck himself away behind the mask he’d worn for so long.
CW: blood drinking, post canon, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, alcohol
Gender Neutral AFAB Tav
WC: 2.7k
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The sun had long since set on Rivington. The faint hum of crickets pierced through the silence of the night. Voices carried through the bar, cheers and celebration filling the room. Tucked away in a corner, I sat, nursing my drink slowly. A smile crept across my face as I watched my companions. The smell of smoke and illithid blood carried through the city, staining the cobblestone streets.
“Another round on the house!” The barkeep yelled, a beaming grin stretched across his face. The glasses clinked on the tabletop as he set them down in front of us. I glanced around the room, at the brazen smiles tinged with a bittersweet melancholy. After many nights, it was hard to believe it ended here. Scraps and bedrolls that barely cushioned the ground. Blood spatter and dirt that never quite seemed to wash out. Even now, the table felt a bit empty without Karlach and Wyll.
I didn’t drink, instead I found myself sitting in silent contemplation. What happened next? All the fairytales I’d grown up reading faded to black, confetti and flower petals floating through the air. Was happily ever after even possible? Even now, as countless worries flooded my mind, as the scent of blood hung heavy in my nose, there was only one person I thought of.
My gaze darted around the room, looking for a flash of pale hair. Through the sea of metal armor, I saw nothing. The corners of my lips tugged down into a frown. Rising to my feet, I slipped from the table, ignoring the groans and protests of my companions. Slipping my pack over my shoulder, I stepped outside, a chill rushing over me as the frigid night air breezed by.
He stood, leaned against the tavern, his gaze fixed on his shoes. The smirk he usually wore was gone, a frown left behind in its place. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet, a worried glance shooting my way as I stepped closer.
“Is everything alright?” I spoke in a soft tone, my hand reaching out to grab his wrist. His other hand draped itself over mine, cold to the touch.
“Yes- and that's the problem,” he sighed. “It's over…Cazador’s gone- those parasites too-“ His bottom lip trembled, the slightest bit of sorrow lacing his sharp features. “And yet I can’t even walk into that tavern without remembering all the nights I'd spent within those walls- luring whatever poor soul I could find back to him.” His words were punctuated with disdain.
“I nabbed a bottle from the bar when the keeper wasn’t looking…” I let my fingers skim across his face, my palm cradling his jaw. “You know this city better than I do. Why don't you find us a place to drink- somewhere you’ll feel more comfortable.”
“Oh? Well, I hope you took something good- and as for a place to drink…I think I know one.”
I felt a tug, his boots thudding against the floor as he stepped forward. The streets were eerily silent, a stark contrast from the usual hustle of the crossing. The sound of our footsteps cut through the silence like a dagger. I let my eyes drift upward, the stars in the sky being choked out by acrid smoke.
He led me through the checkpoint, past the limp metal of a fallen steel watcher. A soft smile rested on his face as he stood before a tangled mess of knotted roots. Grasping the foliage, he descended, glancing up at me with his piercing crimson eyes. Wordlessly, I followed, slipping my hands around the lichen.
He sat with his back against the cliff wall, his gaze wandering toward the fortress - vacant after Gortash’s demise. Sliding my pack from my back, I rummaged through, my fingertips grasping the neck of my contraband. I held the bottle out to him, sinking onto my knees beside him. He took the bottle from my hands, his eyes narrowing as he read over the label.
“Not a bad choice.” He hummed. Procuring a dagger from his pocket, he slid the end of the blade into the cork, twisting the hilt until it popped free.
“Impressive.” I hummed, watching as he brought the bottle to his lips. He drank down a mouthful, eager to let the alcohol numb his nerves. Sighing, he passed the bottle to me. I nursed the wine, letting the warmth spread over the back of my tongue as I drank it down.
“A bit of wine really does make our victory that much sweeter, doesn't it?” His words were boisterous, yet even I could tell there was a tinge of sadness behind them. Never being able to walk in the sun again was a hefty price to pay for freedom- both from illithid and masters. Two centuries spent skulking in shadows, only to have the warmth of the sun ripped from his grasp.
I shifted, letting my back rest against the cliff wall. My grip tensed around the bottleneck. Sighing, I let my head rest on his shoulder. I felt his hand brush against mine, his fingers lacing with my own. Drawing in a deep breath, he parted his lips to speak.
“I wanted to thank you again…for being by my side through all of this,” he gave my hand a squeeze, gentle but reassuring.
“You don't have to thank me. I did it because I love you.” The words flowed off my tongue effortlessly. My stomach fluttered as his hand pulled away, settling on my thigh instead.
“Were you in love with me when I put that knife to your neck?” He laughed, seizing the bottle from my grasp. He took another swig, his lips curled into a crooked smile.
“Well…no…but you had a certain charm about you…and your good looks…” I mumbled.
“Oh! So you think I'm pretty!” He nudged me with his shoulder, stealing another sip from the bottle.
“Darling, I think you’ve known that for a while. Why else do you think I let you nibble on me?” I looked up at him, narrowing my gaze. His fingers tensed around my thighs before settling under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him.
“I think you know exactly why.” He hummed, his pupils dilating with hunger. “You like it.” He leaned in, letting his lips ghost over mine. My pulse hastened, pounding in my ears.
“I can neither confirm nor deny that…”
His arm slipped behind my back, pulling me into his lap. The bottle clinked as he set it aside, his hands roaming my body. I let my arms loop around his neck, leaning in close enough to feel his breath on my skin.
“I can hear all those little moans you make in your sleep every night I feed on you.” He parted his lips, grazing his fangs along my neck, with just enough pressure to raise goosebumps along my skin- yet not enough to draw blood. I shuddered, a moan falling from my lips. “I bet you wake up every morning to a mess between your thighs, don't you?”
Wordlessly, I nodded, feeling his thumb slip over my bottom lip. His fingertip pushed into my mouth, settling on my tongue. I closed my lips around the digit, my tongue swirling around it.
“How cruel of me to leave you so desperate.” He frowned, pressing a chaste kiss to my neck. “But thank you…for waiting until I was more comfortable.” His gaze met mine once more, a gentle smile creeping across his face. Pushing his hand aside, I leaned in, my lips meeting his. The kiss was soft, tender, my hands roaming his chest as I sank into his lips. Pulling away, I drank in the sight of those crimson eyes and the creases beside them.
“I’d never make you do anything you don’t want.”
I felt his hungry gaze take me in, the corner of his lips perking up into a crooked smile. “Well…what I want now is to taste you,” he cooed.
I tilted my head, baring my neck to him. He stilled, his eyes flitting up to mine. His palms settled on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.
“That’s not…quite what I had in mind.”
Heat blossomed between my thighs, my head spinning as I took in his words. My breath hitched, my fingers tensing as I parted my lips to speak.
“Well, by all means…if there's something else you’d like to taste, I suggest you take it.”
His palms pushed against my chest, my back meeting the grass. I moved back on my elbows, seizing my lip between my teeth as he settled between my thighs. His lips crashed against mine in a feverish kiss. I felt his fingers slip beneath my waistband, tugging at the fabric on my hips.
Pulling away, he yanked the fabric down my thighs, hunger brimming in his eyes. The garment soon disappeared, thrown over his shoulder. He slid two fingers up my core, a breathy noise fleeing his lips as he felt the arousal pooling between my thighs.
“You’re already dripping. I guess my words really did get to you.” He huffed, baring his fangs as he smirked.
“Shut up and take what's yours.”
“Oh, I will.” He cooed, settling on his stomach. His lips met the soft skin of my inner thigh, his gaze settling on me as he trailed kisses down my skin. Just as he reached the apex of my thighs, he pulled back, letting his lips wander over my other thighs. A breathy noise escaped my lips. My fingers carded through his curls, tensing around his locks.
Just as the yearning in my heart grew, he relented his teasing, his tongue running up my core. His name fell from my tongue like a melody, my hips bucking toward his mouth. He draped his arm over my hips, holding me still as he flicked his tongue against my clit. His tongue feverishly worked against my clit, a moan rumbling deep in his chest. My head fell back against the grass, my breath hitching.
I felt his fingertips prod at my entrance, slipping inside me. I clasped a hand over my mouth, muffled moans leaving my heaving chest. His digits worked in tandem with his tongue, thrusting forward at a steady pace. I drew in a shaky breath, sinking into the feeling of his tongue. I could feel my blood pulsing through my veins, my heart pounding hard in my chest.
My toes curled, pain sparking behind my eyes as they rolled back. His voice vibrated against my core, igniting jolts of pleasure that shot up my spine. Sweat seeped from my pores as pleasure built between my hips. My stomach tensed, my moans crescendoing, growing louder and more desperate.
He pulled away, his fingers diligently keeping the pace he’d set. I felt the icy sting of his fangs, sinking into my thigh. I cried out his name, tears brimming in my eyes, my cunt seizing his digits. Pleasure rolled over me in waves, my muscles tensing under his touch. My chest heaved as I gasped, the frigid air filling my lungs.
He glanced down at me, his eyes blown wide. My blood ran down his chin, his teeth still sunken into my flesh. Pulling away, he parted his bloodstained lips to speak.
“Did you just…”
“Yes. Just…finish feeding…let me catch my breath.” I covered my face with my hands, heat rising to my head as the embarrassment set in. He clicked his tongue, his lips meeting my flesh once more to clean up his mess. His fingers retreated, his hand settling on my stomach, his thumb stroked my skin as he fed on me.
Pressing a chaste kiss to the bite mark that marred my skin, he pulled away.
“You’re even more adorable when you’re embarrassed." He cooed, pushing my hands away from my face. Emboldened by my blood, he seemed more confident, his pupils dilated with desire. “I guess I didn’t really know just how much you liked these fangs of mine.” He drew closer, his lips grazing against mine. I crossed my legs behind his back, draping my arms over his shoulder.
“Why don’t you let me feel them again?”
“I think I might have something else you’d rather feel first…don’t I?” His hands fiddled with the button at the front of his pants, slowly undoing the fastens. I bit my lip, watching intently.
“You do…”
“Well then…it’d be cruel of me not to oblige, wouldn’t it?” He pushed his leather trousers down past his thighs, his cock springing free. Pearls of precum beaded at his tip. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. A moan flitted from his parted lips as I stroked him. His hips jutted forward as his fingers tensed around the grass beneath us.
He pulled away, aligning himself with my entrance. His crimson eyes settled on mine once more as the head of his cock nudged inside of me. My lips parted, eyes fluttering closed as I felt the dull sensation of the stretch between my thighs.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his chest to mine. My heart pounded in my chest, pulse radiating in my ears. He pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek as he bottomed out inside me. He grunted, rutting his hips at a steady pace. I felt his cock drag against my insides, filling me deliciously.
His lips met mine once more, tongue sliding against my bottom lip. I parted my lips for him, moaning into his mouth as I felt the intrusion of his tongue. The sound of skin meeting skin carried through the cliffside, our moans mingling into a symphony.
I feel his cockhead push behind my cervix, pleasure igniting in my stomach with every thrust forward. My toes curled, fingernails digging into his back as he thrusted into me. His pace was slow- deep- like he was savoring every inch of my insides.
My breath drew shallower, little pants escaped my tongue, punctuated with moans. It was almost too much, feeling so full of his cock- so full of adoration. One of his hands cradled the back of my head, the other grabbed tight at my hip. I could feel his thrusts growing more frantic, desperate to feel me. He moaned into my mouth, his eyebrows furrowing as the pleasure overtook him.
My arousal wound tight in my stomach, threatening to spill over. My head spun, thoughts blurring, replaced with the feeling of him inside me. I grabbed his curls, pulling him away.
“I’m close, bite me-“ I gasped.
He let out a moan, fangs sinking into my neck. The stinging pain was enough to push me over the edge. My thighs squeezed his hips, cunt gripping him like a vice as my orgasm surged through me. The pleasure was burning hot, rippling through every nerve ending, every muscle tensing tight. I cried out his name, tears brimming in my eyes.
I felt his hips stutter, his pleasure flooding me as he came. Blood dripped down my neck, only to be swept up by his tongue. My chest heaved, sweat beading down my sternum as I drew in heavy breaths. He dragged his tongue over my neck once more, stealing every last drop of blood I offered, before turning onto his side.
I hiked my leg over his waist, my cheek meeting the cool grass beneath us. I settled my palm over his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. Slowly, our breaths evened out, silence falling between us as we came down from our high. The pale moonlight cast shadows on his face, his features scrunching up. Something was swirling in his mind.
“Do you…really want this?” He asked, his gaze meeting mine. My lips tugged down into a frown. “Hiding in the shadows, offering up your blood…”
I cradled his jaw in my hand, my fingertips grazing his cool skin. His lip trembled as he searched for reassurance. Such a fragile thing hidden under that mask he wore so well.
“My love, I'd cast aside the sun for an eternity if it meant a lifetime at your side.” I cooed. His lips perked up into a smile, his hand resting atop my own.
“My, my. With a line like that, you should’ve gone to bard school.”
“Oh, please, could you imagine how insufferable I'd be?” I laughed. “But…as for the blood…I think you know my answer based on tonight.” His gaze softened, lips pursing as he pressed a kiss to my palm. “I love you, Astarion.” My voice was barely above a whisper, my words meant just for him.
Settled beneath the warmth of a bearskin, my back resting against a pillow, I let my eyes drift across the book in front of me. Lines of words in thick gothic text engulfed the yellowed pages, detailing tales of old wars and conflicts long-since forgotten. The mattress beneath my body was well worth the sum of coin I paid - a place to rest my aching limbs for a night. The pillows and blankets were far more appetizing than a bedroll- the only drawback being the distance. Many nights on the road, and I'd already grown accustomed to never being alone. There seemed to always be prying eyes, idle chatter cutting through the quiet nights like a blade. And yet there was something nice about blissful silence- only the muffled sound of a lute seeping through the weathered floorboards.
A soft knock at the door drew my attention. Sliding a tattered ribbon into my book, I set it aside. My feet met the cold floor, a stark contrast from the warmth of my bed. Stepping forward, I wrapped my fingers around the brass doorknob, pulling it open just enough to peer out into the hallway.
A familiar pair of crimson eyes met mine- not unusual for this hour, and certainly not, given everything we’ve been through. Standing aside, I pulled the door open for him. A silent invitation. The heels of his boots thudded as he stepped inside. His brows furrowed, stirring thoughts whirring behind his eyes. Flattening my palm against the door, I pushed it closed, turning to press my back against the mahogany.
Specks of blood and grit stained his shirt, trophies from our journey so far - as well as the scars and scratches that never quite seemed to fade. He stood stiffly, almost unrecognizable from when I first met him. That brazen facade seemed to chip away the closer we grew, like a shield he set aside in my presence. And now he stood before me as himself- and himself alone.
“My dear, could I feed on you tonight?”
I tilted my head, wondering if he even had to ask at this point. After everything we’ve been through- the nights he crept to my bedroll as I slept, the nights we’d shared- why did he still feel the need to ask? Chivalrous to no one but myself- now that was almost enough to let it get to my head. Stepping closer, I took his hands in mine, his hands frigid against the warmth of my palms. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his - just a taste before pulling back.
“You hardly have to ask at this point.” My thumb softly stroked along his knuckles, gliding over every ridge and valley between his fingers. “But…if you wanted to sweeten the deal, I’d feel even more so inclined than I do now.”
“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow, “And how do you suppose we go about doing that?”
I let my hands graze over his arms, feeling the contour of his muscles beneath his blouse. My fingertips laced behind his neck, tugging him further into my grasp.
“Well, if a night of passion is on the cards for you, I think that’d be rather…saccharine.”
He hummed softly to himself, his eyes wandering around the room as if lost in thought. His fangs glinted in the light as he parted his lips to speak.
“You know, it's awfully generous of you to offer something as delectable as your blood...” His hands settled on my waist, his fingers toying with the hem of my shirt. “And your body.” His crimson eyes seemed to darken, hunger overcoming him. “But I think there's more to this that you aren’t telling me. What's the catch?”
A deep laugh rumbled in my chest. Stepping back, I held my arms up in surrender. Glaring down at me with narrowed eyes, he crossed his arms over his chest.
“You know me well.” I relented. “The catch is that tonight I'm in charge.”
His eyes widened, his palm resting over his heart.
“I’m almost offended…almost.” Dramatic as ever, he frowned, his shoulders slouching. “I thought you enjoyed being put on your back.”
“Oh, I do, but tonight I want to see how you look squirming beneath me.” I pushed my finger into his chest, my voice laced with arousal. “That is- if you’re comfortable. You know I'd never make you do anything you didn’t want to.”
“I know…but I think I want to see just what you have in store for me.” His crimson eyes looked me up and down, devouring me in his dark gaze. “I doubt you’ll be as good as me, though, darling.”
Brushing his petty remark off, I stepped forward, my palm cradling his jaw. I pressed a tender kiss to his lips before pulling back to take in his scarlet gaze.
“I don't want you to think you have to perform for me.” My voice was softer, the weight of my words hanging heavy on my tongue. “I want you to take in every sensation- let me unravel you- and offer a bit of respite from that swirling mind of yours.”
He seemed to soften, leaning into my touch. His hand rested over mine, the chill of his palms raising goosebumps on my arms.
“If it’s ever too much, just let me know.” My lips trailed across his jawline, down to his neck. I pressed a kiss to the faded puncture wounds in his neck. His hands settled on my hips, fingertips teasing lower and lower, desperate to feel the curve of my body in their grasp.
“Okay.” He nodded, a breath slipping from his parted lips. “Now stop fussing over me and get on with it.”
“With pleasure,” I hummed.
My hands fell to his waist, slipping beneath the hem of his blouse. I balled my hands up in the soft fabric, pulling it over his toned shoulders. I let my gaze drop to the silk, letting it hang off of my finger before dropping it to the floor. Flattening my palms against his chest, I pushed him back against the bed. His eyes widened as he looked down at me. I kneeled between his legs, slotting one of my own beneath his knee.
My lips met his once more. In place of the tenderness my kisses usually held was hunger, a feverish need to feel him against me. I busied my hands with the brass button on his pants, easing the thick leather over his hips. He let out a soft noise against my lips, just a bit of encouragement.
I let my lips trail down his jaw, the fevered kisses turning to harsh sucks and bites. His skin tasted of a smoky, aged brandy, the faint sweetness hanging on my tongue. I sank my teeth into the crook of his neck, pulling away to admire the red marks I left on his pale skin. His body jolted as I pulled the leather down his legs, his pale skin bared to me fully.
“Sometimes I forget how strong you are.” He clicked his tongue.
“Yeah?” I hummed, a crooked smile spreading across my face. "Against the pillows, darling.” I pointed to the spread of silken pillows resting against the headboard. He glanced back, a white curl falling out of place, curling toward his forehead.
He shifted onto his knees, settling himself against the pillows. My gaze couldn’t help but follow the curve of his ass, taking in every delectable detail of his bare body. I never tired of the sight of him before me- clothes or not. He was enchanting, a sight to be feasted on.
I held out my hand, a sheen of blue encircling my digits as a ghostly projection of my hand rose from my skin. Motioning with a finger, I directed the hand toward my pack.
“Mage hand…you better not be planning to use that thing on me.” He narrowed his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest.
“Not tonight…though I wouldn't be opposed to the idea.” I pursed my lips.
The construct returned, a skein of rope in hand. Taking the hands find, I settled myself between Astarion’s parted knees. I seized his wrists, pinning them against the headboard as I looped the hemp around his pale wrists. Securing my ties into place with a hitch, I pulled away, admiring my own handiwork.
There was something ethereal about the display before me, the kind of pose a painter might put his muse in. Bare body resting against a lavish spread of furs and silks. I could get lost in the sight, lost in the feeling of him helpless- almost helpless- at my hand. The fact that I had his trust made this conquest all the sweeter on my tongue.
“Now this hardly seems fair.” I followed his gaze as it trailed along his bare frame, and then to my clothes. “Tying me up and not even offering an inch of that delicious skin of yours.”
A laugh caught in my throat. Motioning the hand into my pack once more, I rose to my feet, stepping toward him. I hooked my finger under his chin, pulling his attention to me. I leaned in, close enough to feel his frigid breath fanning over my skin.
“If you want a show, I'll give you one.”
My fingers nimbly undid the ties at the front of my shirt. I slid my palms down my body, leaning forward to offer him just the slightest glance down my shirt. He seized his lip between his teeth, his fangs glinting in the dim light. His hips twitched, his cock stiffening as he took in everything I offered. My fingers slid beneath my shirt, pulling the fabric up my ribs, baring my skin to him before letting the fabric fall once more.
“My, my. You should do burlesque.” His crimson gaze followed me as I turned around.
“Only for you, dear. I think we both know how jealous you’d get if anyone else got to see this.”
I pulled my shirt over my head, baring my back to him. I glanced over my shoulder, catching his hungry gaze as it settled on my waist. Dropping my shirt to the floor, I settled my hands on my hips, thumbs slipping underneath my waistband.
“Do go on, I am quite enjoying this little show.”
Fueled by his comments, I pushed the linen down my hips, bending forward as the fabric went past my knees. Standing up straight, I stepped out of the fabric pooling at my ankles. I turned on my heels, slowly creeping closer as he lay in wait- eyes brimming with anticipation.
“Now…” I clicked my tongue, my fingertips grazing along his jaw. “I think I have something you want. Red…and viscous…is this ringing a bell?”
“I think it is.” He leaned closer, a smirk creeping across his face. Pressing my finger under his chin, I angled his gaze up. I drank in the sight of his crimson gaze, his pupils dilated as his arousal built.
“Now…I'd be more than happy to offer you a bite…but only if you beg for me.” I let my voice drift upward into a mocking tone, my lips pursing, eyelashes batting as I feigned innocence. His eyebrows raised, a laugh rumbling in his chest.
“I think the bit of power I gave you is really going to your head.” He refuted. “You know me well enough to know that I don't beg.”
I hummed, curling my fingers to draw my mage hand closer. Its spectral fingers wrapped tight around the hilt of a dagger. I seized the blade; the specter disappearing in a cloud of blue mist. I twirled the blade in my grasp, fingers clenching around the hilt once more as my focus shifted back to the elf before me.
“You may say that now, but I have my ways of making you beg for me.”
His brows furrowed, his knees bending. Pushing into his heels, he moved away from me. Something different flashed in his eyes. Not lust…not desperation…but fear. I hid the blade behind my back, my other hand cradling his face in my palm.
“Astarion.” I cooed. His gaze broke from the blade, settling on my own. “My love, I would never hurt you.”
He stayed silent, his thoughts swirling behind his eyelids. My words seemed to resonate in his mind, his limbs relaxing in the restraints. Connecting my tadpole to his, I could feel the surging storm of worry slowly part into slow, rolling waves of content. His chest heaved as he sighed out a breath.
“We don't have to do this. I can take down those ties and spend the rest of the night in your arms-”
“I want this.” His hands struggled against the restraints, as if attempting to reach out to me. I set the dagger on the bedspread, my hand soon joining the other, palm caressing his cheek tenderly. “I trust you.” He continued, "I just got lost in my head for a moment.”
“I trust you too…” I settled on my knees, between his parted legs. “I still want you to beg for it, though.”
“Not a chance.” He shook his head.
I grabbed the blade again, pressing a finger to the point. Endorphins surged through my veins as the bite from the blade ignited my nerves.
“You know…I've always wondered what blood smells like…tastes like…for you.” I spun the blade, a droplet of blood bubbling up from the indent in my skin. “Why don't you tell me?”
I dragged the blade down my finger, slicing my skin. I watched as the dark blood oozed from the wound, my veins weeping burgundy. Reaching out, I smeared the bloody digit under his nose, a streak staining his porcelain skin. He shuddered, a breathy noise leaving his parted lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in the heavy scent of my blood.
“It’s rich…deep…something I could get lost in.” His voice was just above a whisper, heavy breaths punctuating his words. “I did lose myself in it when you finally gave me that taste.”
I brought my digit to his lips, pushing the wound against his tongue. He moaned, his lips sealing around my finger. I felt his tongue lave over the wound, desperate to lap up the slow trickle of blood I offered.
Only offering a brief respite from the hunger, I pulled away, my fingers caressing the dull edge of the dagger held tight in my grip.
“How do I taste?” I asked, running my digits along the cold steel.
He stared at me longingly, if he could blush, I knew it would be creeping over his sharp features, trailing down his neck and his shoulders. His breath hitched, his gaze glassy and unfocused as the bloodlust built.
“Sweet.” He blurted out. “Sweeter than anything I've ever tasted. Rats, boars- bears…they don't even compare to you.” He confessed, his hands struggling against the rope. “You’re addicting, like a fine aged cider.”
“As poetic as ever...” I cooed, bringing the blade to my palm. I sucked in a breath through my teeth as the sting of the silver spread through my hand. Taking the hilt in my other hand, I sliced open my other palm. Astarion watched, his gaze focused as the blood pooled in my palms. Setting the blade aside, I moved closer, close enough to hear another soft noise fall from him as the scent of my blood wafted over him.
“You’re cruel.” He huffed.
Laughing to myself, I leaned in close, my bloodied palms pressing flat against his chest. I ghosted my lips over the shell of his ear, my voice low enough for only him to hear.
“Just a couple of little words and my neck is yours, darling.”
He groaned, rolling his eyes. His lips curled down into a frown, his nose scrunching as he fought his urges- ever so stubborn to relinquish himself, but I was patient, even if it meant teasing and taunting him with my blood.
“Fine. Have it your way.”
I settled on my stomach, streaks of red adorning his thighs as I parted his legs. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. Another noise graced my ears, his cock twitching in my hold. My other hand settled on his stomach, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch.
I stuck my tongue out, swiping it over the head of his cock. His head fell back, a moan slipping from his lips as he let himself fall apart under my touch. Parting my lips, I took his length into my mouth, the taste of iron tinging my tongue as I sucked. His thighs tensed, toes curling as I bobbed my head. Only offering a brief respite, I pulled away, my hand stroking him slowly, a mix of blood and saliva spreading over his skin.
He shuddered, his eyes fluttering open. My hand cradled his chin, leaving behind messy streaks of red. I leaned in close, enough to feel his shaky breath leave his parted lips. Closing the distance, I pressed my lips against his. His tongue darted over my lips, lapping up the streaks of blood. A sultry moan left his chest like a breath he'd been clinging onto.
I pulled away, taking in the look of desperation written plainly on his features. He was close to giving in, close enough to relent that it only bolstered my confidence.
“You’re so cute when you’re desperate.” I hummed.
His lips pursed, holding back the single word I wanted so desperately to hear from him. Clicking my tongue, I reached behind, grasping the blade in my marred palm. Another slash across my hand, the bite of the iron stinging my flesh. Fresh blood oozed down my wrist. I glanced down at him. What little hold he had on his ego was fragile. So close to submission, he needed only a push. I straddled his hips, running my bloody hand over my body. I left crimson streaks across my chest, my stomach, my thighs, groping myself under his gaze as I grinded my cunt against his cock.
His legs thrashed, hands struggling in their binds as a moan broke free from his chest. I rutted my hips against him, my arousal dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck- please!” The words spilled from his lips like honey, and just as delectable as I imagined.
“Please what?” I offered a coy smirk and another rut of my hips.
“Please- untie me. Let me feel you- taste you.” He panted breathlessly. Smirking, I grabbed the blade, slicing the restraints. The rope fell loose around his wrists, soon forgotten as he surged forward, pushing me onto my back.
Angling his hips forward, he pushed inside of me, a groan slipping from his tongue. His pace was rough and relentless as he strived to satiate the desperation that overtook him. The mattress creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust of his hips.
He seized my wrist, bringing my palm to his mouth. He moaned, his tongue licking over the slow trickle of blood still oozing from my veins. Every taste drew his hips forward, each thrust more feverish than the last. I cried out his name, my ankles crossing behind his back.
Lurching forward, I felt the icy sting of his teeth sinking into my neck. He whined, my blood spilling over his tongue. I cried out, his name falling from my tongue over and over again like a broken song.
His fingers sank into the fat of my thighs, his sharp nails sure to leave marks in their wake. He clung onto me, both body and mind, drinking in the feeling of my warmth, the taste of my blood, every moan and cry of pleasure I offered him. Pulling away, I felt the pierce of his fangs once more, sinking into the other side of my neck. My head spun, pleasure and blood loss blurring my thoughts.
My muscles tensed, legs squeezing tight around his hips as he thrusted deep inside of me. Every rut forward- every lave of his tongue punctuated by a whimper.
I could feel the pleasure surging through my veins, my nerve endings pulsing as I drew closer and closer to my climax. I raked my nails along his back, clinging tight to him as I lost myself.
I cried out his name, my head falling back against the duvet as I came. My cunt seized around his cock, milking his orgasm out of him. Soft whines caught in the back of his throat, his hips stuttering as he reached his orgasm, spilling inside of me.
He pulled away, blood smeared across his mouth and nose. I reached out, my fingers tangling in his curls. Tugging him closer, I parted my lips to speak.
“Go on, clean up your mess.” I cooed.
“With pleasure.” He smirked, his eyes focused as my blood sated him.
He dragged his tongue over my neck, licking up every drop of spent blood. His eyes fluttered closed, breathy moans leaving his lips as he let himself savor my taste. He let his tongue drag over my throat as he tasted the other side of my neck, pressing soft kisses to the fresh bite mark he left.
His cock slowly softened inside me, hips still flush against my own. Pulling away, he shifted his attention to my chest, licking up the congealed blood from my skin. I slipped a finger beneath his chin, drawing his attention back to me.
“How do you feel?” I asked, grasping his chin between my fingers.
“Sated…safe.” He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth, licking over the blood that smudged along his knuckles. “Very…very happy.”
I pulled him close, the taste of iron on his lips as I kissed him.
“That’s just how I like you.”
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“So…care to explain why your hands are all bandaged up?” Shadowheart crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing, darting between Astarion and me.
“Trust me, you don’t want to hear about it.” I tutted, slipping my bandaged hands inside my gloves.
“I think we heard enough of it last night. Damn near woke up half the inn.” Karlach added.
CW: implied sexual assault, PTSD, Vaginal fingering, hand jobs, cuddles, vaginal sex
Gender Neutral AFAB Reader
WC 2.9k
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“Hey, man! Great work out there!” A corporal grinned brightly, slinging his arm around the lieutenant. I saw the way he stiffened, eyes going wide from under his mask. I saw the way he backed away, playing it off with a shrug. My fingers slipped beneath the page I was on, flipping it over to the next one. I didn’t move, opting to keep him in my peripherals as his comrades sang praises.
He’d always been like this, like a feral cat. His hands would pull away quickly as he passed me documents, so as to not let his fingers linger. He was careful, diligent in his interactions. His posture was always stiff as he sat- buckled into the back of a car- shoulders up to his ears. He scrunched himself up, trying to avoid the brush of an elbow or thigh against his.
As a hostage negotiator, it was my job- my expertise - to study people. I’d gotten used to being tucked away in booths, my eyes fixed on a target. For a man as quiet as him, his actions spoke a million words.
I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my face as he sat beside me in the mess hall one day. He pushed his nose up over his crooked bridge, shoveling food into his mouth. I sat quietly, afraid my words would break the peaceful silence that drifted between us. He laid his hand on the table, fingers digging into the faded wood. I glanced down, my eyes drifting over the bruises on his knuckles- and the scars that never quite seemed to fade. He grunted, lips pursed tight. He extended his pinkie, reaching out only an inch.
When I looked up, I was drawn into his ochre eyes, glistening in the fluorescent lighting. His face held a look of expectancy- his brows furrowing in a way that urged me to move. I reached out, settling my hand next to his. Mimicking his own movements, I extended my pinkie. The tension in his body softened as he let out a sigh. The soft bit of contact soothed something in him. We stilled, fingertips touching.
The shifting cushions drew me from my thoughts. I glanced up from my book, meeting his dark gaze. I couldn’t read him under the mask, his features obscured in the dim light. He slipped his thumb beneath his mask, pulling it over his head. Glancing away, he pushed his mask into his jacket pocket.
I’d seen his face before, his sharp features- marred by scar tissue. His nose was crooked, broken from combat time and time again- and his eyes always seemed to have dark circles beneath them. And yet every time he let me catch a glimpse of his features- it felt special, sacred even. It felt like I was glancing upon an oasis untouched by man- maybe something even holier than that.
“How you holdin’ up?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper. He didn’t respond, only offering a low grumble. I kept my gaze trained on him, watching as he shifted onto his side. My breath caught in my throat, pulse hastening as he settled his head onto my lap. His eyelids, framed by blonde eyelashes, fluttered closed. His chest heaved as he let out a sigh like he’d been holding it in for hours.
I draped my arm over the back of the couch, pinching my book in one hand. My eyes drifted over the letters on the page, too preoccupied with my rambling thoughts to comprehend the jumbled words. The corners of my lips perked up into a crooked smile.
“Feel comfortable down there?” I asked, looking down at him.
“Very,” he stated plainly. I’d expect him to start purring if he weren’t a human. Curled up by my side, he almost looked peaceful, like the swirling thoughts behind his eyes had died down. His soft blonde curls hung in his face, dampened from the sweat beneath his mask.
“Touch on your own terms,” I thought aloud, my gaze drifting along the faint creases in his skin. He seemed peaceful, finding safety in my touch. Like a hand extended with food to a newborn deer.
“You’ve, uh, figured me out then…”
I hummed, closing my book and setting it aside. Maybe my method was blatant, hiding behind my narrowed eyes as I’d silently studied him. Or maybe it was a sense of comfort in knowing his boundaries wouldn’t be trampled on. Not in my presence.
“A little bit.” I looked down at him, at the blemishes that scattered across his pale skin. He’d felt the need to hide so much of himself away that it left traces behind. “I’ve seen how stiff you get around the others. I think I prefer you like this…you seem peaceful.”
He hummed, reaching out to grab my hand. His fingertips wrapped around my wrist, tugging gently. He settled my hand in his hair. Heat rushed to my face, the sudden realization that he craved my touch donning on me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, stroking his soft curls.
“Hey, L.T.” A voice called, rousing Simon from his peaceful state. In an instant, he tensed up, eyes going wide as he glanced across the room. He sat up, the soles of his boots thudding as he rose to his feet. He only gave the soldier a grunt. My eyes followed him, watching as his mask slipped from his pocket. The fabric fell to the floor, forgotten as he walked toward his comrade. Reaching down, I grabbed the fabric, holding it up to the man. As I glanced up, I was met with the sight of an empty room and the faint sound of receding footsteps.
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My fingers clenched around the knit fabric. Reaching up, I rapped my knuckles against the door. It was late in the evening, long past sunset now, and yet here I was returning a mask he probably had multiples of. I waited, my thumbs fiddling with the fabric. I heard the soft click of the lock. The hinges squeaked as he pulled his door open just enough to see a sliver of his face. Eyes widening, he opened the door further.
“Simon, you dropped your mask.” I held up the fabric, folded neatly into a pile. “I figured I'd bring it back to you.”
He glanced down the hallway, a shaky breath leaving his parted lips.
“Come in.” He spoke softly, stepping aside to let me in. I stepped forward, the room shrouding in darkness as he shut the door. Walking toward his desk, I set the mask down, turning to face my lieutenant.
His bottom lip quivered, tears welling in his eyes. His lips parted, only a breathless sound escaping. I took a step forward, my hand instinctually reaching out. Holding my breath, I pulled away, careful not to startle him. His hand seized my wrist, fingers lacing with my own. His skin was sweaty, his curls sticking to his forehead.
“I haven’t slept...” His words faltered on his tongue. Drawing a breath in through his nose, he parted his lips to speak once more. “Could you stay?”
“Simon, I-”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it.” He cut me off. His breath hitched, shoulders tensing as if bracing for rejection. The visage of the domineering man I knew had crumbled, leaving behind something softer- something shattered and delicate. I squeezed his hand, offering him a gentle smile.
“Yes, Simon.” I nodded. “I’d be happy to stay.”
He sighed a breath that I didn’t know he’d been holding onto. Tugging my hand, he pulled me toward the bed. Kneeling on the mattress, I settled on my side, my back facing the wall. I was still cautious, every little movement calculated. Settling under the covers still felt too intimate- expectant- so I laid on top of the duvet, watching as he moved to lie beside me. I’d expected him to turn away from me, unable to meet my gaze. Instead, he faced me, his dark eyes meeting mine. He still seemed stiff, lips pursed tight as if waiting for something.
“Hold me,” he phrased it like a question, his ochre eyes flicking across my face. Nodding, I leaned in, looping my arms around the back of his head. He rested his cheek against my chest, his broad arms encircling my back. Grunting softly, he slotted one of his legs between mine. I held him close, feeling his racing heart pounding against his chest.
I glanced up at his nightstand. An orange prescription bottle sat atop the wood, on the front in bold letters was “Zoloft”. A wet patch sank into my shirt. I cradled the back of his neck, my fingers entangling in his hair.
“I’m not normally like this-” he sniffled, pulling away to look me in the eyes.
“Even if you were, I wouldn’t look at you any different.” I cooed. He leaned forward again, resting his cheek against my ribs. Drawing in a deep breath, I spoke once more, my fingers tensing in his hair. “You know why I was transferred to this base?”
He shook his head. A part of me was relieved- relieved that the hushed rumors didn’t precede me. Relieved that my commanding officer let me leave without completely shattering my dignity. A part of me wanted to leave it behind me, to tuck it into the dark crevices of my mind- and yet somehow I figured he needed to hear it. If anything else, just to know he wasn’t alone.
“One of my superiors invited us out to a celebratory dinner,” I let out a shaky breath. “And he slipped something into my drink…”
His eyes widened- maybe it was the realization that I'd figured him out, or the weight of what I'd just confessed. His hold on me tightened, another tear streaming down his face. Regardless of what was happening in his mind, he wasn’t alone anymore - and I think he knew it.
I could feel his pulse hasten, his heart pounding in his chest. A deep blush settled over his sharp features. He balled his hands up in my hoodie. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his cheek. He seemed to soften at that, melting into my hold. He kept his eyes trained on me, gaze flicking down to my lips.
“Can I kiss you?” He spoke softly. A smile crept across my face. I nodded, leaning in to press my lips against his. He let out a soft noise against my lips. I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. His fingertips slipped beneath my hoodie, skating over my bare stomach. His fingertips were calloused, rough against my skin.
“Is this okay?” he mumbled against my lips. I nodded, drawing in a shaky breath as his hand slid higher. I could feel his cock stiffening, straining against his sweats. He rocked his hips against my thigh, moaning against my lips. My stomach fluttered, heat pooling in my core as he sought friction against my thigh.
“Simon...” My words faltered on my tongue, too scared of shattering this moment between us. He pulled away, his eyes settling on mine. His gaze was soft, lacking the usual sternness hidden in his crow's feet. He drew in a shaky breath, want brimming behind his eyes. “Can I...” humming softly, he nodded, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I felt my pulse pounding against my ears. My fingertips brushed against his hoodie, trailing down to the drawstrings on his sweats. I let my fingers dip beneath the band, my eyes settling on his face as he closed his eyes.
I nudged the thick cotton down just enough to free his cock. I bit down on my lip as I glanced down. His cockhead was flushed, a bead of precum dripping from it. Bringing my palm to my lips, I spat onto my hand. His head fell forward as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock.
I stroked him slowly, feeling him twitch in my grasp. My other hand carded through the short hairs at the base of his neck, cradling his head in my hold. My hand moved slow and steady, hastening as soft moans and pants left his parted lips. His gaze was trained on me, brows knitting as I stroked his length.
I felt his fingertips trail down my stomach, inching closer to my waistband. His deep eyes settled on mine, silently asking permission. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his- urging him on.
A moan slipped from his lips as his fingertips skated down my core. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed past my entrance, sinking inside of me. He thrusted his fingers, curling his digits inside of me. I stroked him faster, soft noises falling from my lips. He drank in my arousal, lips moving feverously against mine.
Grunting, he pulled his fingers away, nudging my hip with his palm. Seizing my lip between my teeth, I settled onto my back. My gaze turned to him as he kneeled between my legs. I hooked my arms around his neck, pulling his chest to mine.
His fingers slipped under my sweats once more, tugging the elastic down my hips. Bending my knees, I pulled the fabric past my ankles, letting them fall to the floor. I hummed, slipping my fingers beneath his sweatshirt. He shuddered, pulling away.
“Can I keep this on?” He asked, his brows furrowing. His crow’s feet were showing, even in the dim light - pronounced by the worry in his face.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” I cooed, letting my palm meet his face. Sighing, he sank into my touch, the stubble on his face scratching my skin.
“I want this.” His ochre eyes settled on me, holding desperation within. He let out a breath, parting his lips to speak once more. “I want you.”
“You have me, Simon.”
Glancing down, he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. I let my knees fall further apart, a wordless invitation. My eyes fluttered closed as his cockhead slipped past my entrance. I settled my hands on his shoulders, a gasp drawing into my lungs as he pushed his hips forward.
“Is that okay?” He asked, his brows furrowing. Wordlessly I nodded, my ankles crossing behind his back. He settled himself on one elbow, his other hand finding my clit. I moaned his name, the syllables falling from my tongue like a song.
His pace was slow- as if savoring every inch of my insides. Slow and deep- deep enough to feel him in my stomach. He was careful, his hands cradling me as if I was made of glass. His lips met my neck, pressing tender kisses along my sweat-dampened skin.
The mattress springs creaked beneath us, headboard thumping against the wall with every thrust of his hips. A low grunt left his lips with every stroke of his cock. My chest arched into his touch, his heart beating fast against mine.
“You feel so good,” he grunted, his pace hastening. His fingers circled my clit faster, diligently working me towards my climax. His touch felt practiced- attentive even, every thrust of his hips felt natural, as if we were meant to end up here.
My voice caught in my throat, my toes curling as I sank into the pleasure of his fingers. In his hold it felt different. I could forget the woes of the world outside my door and let my nerves feed on every bit of touch he offered. My stomach fluttered as arousal pooled beneath my skin- red and hot, ready to burst. His breaths grew shallow, a moan punctuating every thrust forward.
“Simon,” I gasped, "I'm close.”
“Let go for me,” he spoke softly beside my ear.
That bit of encouragement was the spark that ignited the roaring flames within. My nerves pulsed, electric signals shooting up my spine. My muscles tensed, legs holding tight to his waist. Sweat beaded down my temples, pooling in the divot of my sternum.
His hips stuttered, lurching forward once more as he came inside me. Sighing, he let his chest fall into mine, his lips trailing up my neck to my jaw. Reaching up, I tangled my fingers in his hair, palm cradling the back of his head. My other arm draped over his back, fingers digging into the fabric of his hoodie.
Silence drifted between us, the gentle thump of his heartbeat like a steady drum. His staggered breaths like a melody wrapping around my ears. He stilled in my hold, a sense of calm washing over him.
“I didn’t think…” he spoke in a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the peace growing between us. “I didn't think I could enjoy something like this,” he continued, “not after…”
I turned to look at him, meeting his solemn gaze. His lips pursed, as if too afraid to say anything else. The corners of my lips drew up into a soft smile.
“That was my first time since.” His eyes widened, the sudden realization donning on him. His lips parted in silent awe. “I think it's easier with someone you trust.”
He didn’t say anything, his dark eyes flicking over my features. His fingers tensed around the fabric of my hoodie, his knuckles blanching at the strength of his hold.
CW: non-human anatomy, blow jobs, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex
Gender Neutral AFAB Drifter
WC: 4.9k
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You’re sure this’ll get his attention?”
I couldn’t hide the look of hesitancy on my face as I looked at my reflection. This was a stark contrast to the tight-fitting pants and pain shirts I wore. The only word I had to describe this was bold- too bold.
A pair of baggy jeans hung around my waist, not just baggy, more like a blanket held up at my hips. Embroidered on the back pocket were four letters “JNCO”. A silver chain hung from the belt loop at my hip, the other end secured tight around a wallet. It was functionally useless in a city overtaken by techrot and scaldra, and yet it was the perfect piece to complete the look- or so Quincy said.
The shirt I wore wasn’t any better. The fabric was cropped up to the bottom of my ribcage, showing just a bit of my stomach. Just a bit of “eye candy,” as he put it. It would’ve been tolerable had it not been for the garish crystals plastered over the chest. A hundred or so tiny gems were glued to the front, making up a tacky sigil- a cross and wings. Sure, it definitely couldn't get any more eye-catching than that.
“I’m telling you, once he gets a glimpse of these new threads, he’ll be falling to his knees.” Quincy offered me a self-assured smirk, his metallic arms crossed over his chest. He nodded to himself, admiring his handiwork. “Still don't know why you want to go for the cheap copy.”
I sighed, hearing him use that nickname again. Glancing at myself in the mirror once more - I wasn't sure either. My stomach turned itself in knots, mouth going dry as I played over scenarios in my head. Maybe Quincy was right- maybe he’d find this charming, alluring even- but I sure hope it was worth the trouble of putting this garish ensemble together.
“Look, you better be right about this-”
“Relax, mate. Let the jeans do the talking, yeah?”
I swallowed down my anxieties, trying to ignore how my pulse pounded in my ears. What was there left to lose? If the KIM messages and late-night chatter didn’t get the point across, maybe it really was time to step it up a notch.
I stepped away from the mirror, sick of mulling over my reflection. My attention turned to the sound of roaring engines and chatter in the garage. I glanced down at my wrist, eyes narrowing as I glanced over the plastic watch Quincy had given me.
Right on schedule for arrival.
I shuffled my way toward the garage, nearly tripping over the denim at my ankles. Right now would’ve been a good time for a shot or two…or three - but I doubt I could stomach letting flare see me like this. Biting the inside of my lip, I pushed past the doors.
The smell of rot and diesel filled my senses. Voices echoed through the garage, footsteps slowly approaching. My pulse hastened as I heard his laugh- a rare occurrence, but that seemed to make it all the more special.
I rocked my weight forward onto my toes, and back again, shoving my hands into my pockets. The soft chime of the POM-2-PC played over the speakers. Resting my hand on the mouse, I clicked onto the calendar icon- just a farce to feign normality.
The echoing voices hushed in an instant, the soft thud of footsteps following suit. I glanced over my shoulder, heat rushing to my face as I felt my comrade’s eyes burning through me.
“Did you stumble across a secondary school lost and found while you were out?” Lettie laughed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Heat rushed to my face, my pulse pounding in my ears. I pulled my hand away from the computer mouse, fingers trembling. All of a sudden, a pressure settled in my chest, knocking the breath from my lungs.
Arthur parted his lips to speak, but no sound escaped. I turned, unable to bear whatever words he was about to say. The denim caught beneath my feet. Grunting, I kicked my legs, the seams bursting under the force.
Gritting my teeth, I ran up the steps, my boots thudding against the linoleum. I pushed past concrete pillars, trudging toward the backroom.
I undid the button at the front of the jeans, letting them fall to my feet. My gaze drifted across the concrete floor, settling on the rack of clothes at the far end of the room. My fingers curled underneath the hem of my shirt, sequins falling to the ground as I yanked it over my shoulders. I sifted through the rack, opting for a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt - scavenged from the ruins of the city.
The stairs clattered beneath my feet as I climbed, knuckles blanching as I gripped the rail a bit too tight. I slipped inside the loft, reaching for the stack of CDs. I fiddled with the buttons of my sound system - a gift from Amir - blasting a heavy guitar riff over the speakers. I could feel the vibrations through the floor, rumbling in my chest like a pulse. It was just what I needed to drown out the embarrassment.
I grabbed a case of beer - another scavenge from a mission. Using the edge of the conference table, I popped open the cap to one bottle. I brought the bottle to my lips, letting the acrid drink wash over my tongue. My lips tugged down into a frown, a sigh escaping me as I settled onto the couch.
At least I was alone.
I tucked my knees to my chest, my head swaying to the beat of the music. With every sip of my drink, I could feel the heat coursing through my veins. Sure, the buzz took my mind off of it, but I could still see the look of pity on his face. The way his brows furrowed, lips pursing into a thin line before parting to speak.
Groaning, I grabbed another bottle, digging the cap into the arm of the couch until it cracked open. Warmth spread over the back of my throat as I took a swig. But I didn’t stop there - I took another, drinking down every gulp I could get like it was precious- and maybe it was.
The music went silent. Furrowing my brows, I turned around. Leaning in the doorframe was Arthur, acting as nonchalant as could be. His arms crossed over his chest. His glare pierced through me, eyes narrowing as he parted his lips to speak.
“What was that about?” He asked, his metallic fingers tapping against his arm.
I slumped down further into the couch, a grumble slipping from my chest. The empty bottle clattered as I set it on the floor. I turned onto my side, facing away from him. I heard the floorboards squeak underneath his feet as he moved closer.
“Don't remind me,” I sighed.
He reached out, letting his hand rest on my shoulder. In any other situation, I would’ve welcomed his touch, relished in it like a ray of sunlight, but now I could only grit my teeth. My heart pounded in my ears, muffling his voice as he spoke.
“I can’t have you in top condition if there’s something going on, drifter.”
I pursed my lips, biting back a confession. I don’t know if I could stomach a rejection. His thumb softly stroked my skin, a feeling I could sink into. My stomach fluttered, heat rushing to my face.
“I wanted to impress you.” The words left me faster than I could hold them in. My mouth went dry. I sat up, rushing to turn around to face him. He pursed his lips, his nose scrunching up. His gaze drifted across my face, searching for meaning behind the words.
“You-“ he paused, taking a step forward. “I've seen you take down squads of scaldra. Why wouldn’t I be impressed?”
I bit the inside of my lip, taking in his sharp features once more. A sinking feeling in my stomach told me it might be the last time I see it. Could I really face him after rejection? Those piercing eyes would only serve as a reminder of what could’ve been.
“Not like that…” The words faltered on my tongue. I drew in a deep breath through my nose, gathering what was left of my ego. “Arthur, I have feelings for you.”
“Oh,” was all he could manage to say. A wave of nausea hit me, swelling in my throat. Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill. “I need to think some things over.” He turned, his hands balling into fists.
“Please,” I stood, reaching forward to grab his wrist. “Just tell me you don’t want this. I don’t think I can stomach -”
He surged forward, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. My heart fluttered in my chest, heat coursing through my veins. I felt his fingertips brush along my chin, his palm cradling my face- a stark contrast from his rough exterior.
“Don't put words in my mouth,” he muttered against my lips.
I pulled away, sighing with relief. I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my face. All the insecurity mucking up my concentration fled in that moment.
“How long?” He asked, moving past me to sit on the couch. I followed, taking a seat next to him- not too close. There was still a part of me that hoped this moment wouldn’t break, hoped it wasn’t a cruel joke.
“If I said it was when you stabbed me in the hand, would you believe me?” I draped my arm over the back of the couch, resting my chin in my hand. He laughed, a sweet song I could listen to on repeat.
“I’d question your choice in men.” He said, lips curling up into a soft smile. “What was it? My…charming looks?” His smile faded into a grimace, face scrunching up at his own words. “Sorry, I'll never say that again.”
“I can’t deny it,” I tucked my knees up, my leg brushing against his. Even from a foot away, I could feel warmth radiating from him. It was magnetic, enticing. “But when I first looked at you, I saw someone who could understand me, someone who’s been through their own hell.”
He leaned in, his palm stroking my cheek. Even the metal and cartilage couldn’t take away from how soft his touch was. I rested my hand on his wrist, leaning into his touch.
“Well, for what it's worth, you’re out of there now.” His voice was just above a whisper, quiet and comforting like a cat’s purr. “I won't let anything happen to you.”
My lips found his once more, meeting in a tender kiss. Our lips moved against each other’s like a rehearsed dance, slow and gentle. I looped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. I couldn’t get enough, I needed to feel him, sink into the weight of his embrace, bask in his warmth. His touch felt like the closest thing to home- inviting.
His fingertips teased along my thigh. My body jolted, tensing under his touch. I could feel my heart quicken, pounding hard against my chest. He pulled away, his hand following suit.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“No, it's fine. I'm just a bit skittish.” I grabbed his wrist, tugging his hand back to my thigh. His fingers tensed, skating over my skin. I leaned close, pressing my forehead against his. “I have a stupid question…”
“And I might have a stupid answer.”
I caught my lip between my teeth, biting down as I gathered my words.
“Underneath that…” my tongue faltered. “Do you…you know…”
“You asking me to strip for you?” The corners of his lips perked up into a crooked smile. Heat pooled between my legs, arousal settling between my hips.
“What if I was?”
His fingers slipped under the straps at his shoulders, pulling them over his head. The gear clattered as he dropped it on the rug. His palms smoothed down his inner thighs, undoing the buckles around his legs. The holster fell from his waist, falling onto the ground.
“It’s not a pretty sight…” he sighed, his thumbs moving under his cuirass.
“I want to see,” I placed my hand over his. “It’s you, and that’s what matters.”
His breath hitched, fingers trembling as he pulled the armor from his body. It was thick, still warm from contact- held into place by a force beyond my comprehension. The plate extended down past his navel, soft like cartilage- no doubt the infestations work. He let the plate hang at his pelvis, now nimbly working at his brigandine. Beneath the armor was soft, scarred flesh. Him. Letting my eyes glance over his scars, I could feel the stories buried within the thin white lines.
The plating ran down the underside of his arms, areas left untouched by Entrati’s hand. I couldn’t help but remember Eleanor's words, that he was tough on the outside with a squishy underside- maybe she meant that literally too.
He set the plates beside his gear- a vulnerability I didn’t think I'd ever witness. My focus was drawn back to his hands, now working on his Cuisse. The plate traveled down his thighs, ending right above the knee. I took in every inch of skin he showed like it was an offering- something sacred.
“Well, there it is,” he sighed, eyes now fixated on mine.
“That’s not it, though, is it?” I said, pointing to the plate still hanging from his hip, covering up the last bit of decency he had.
“If you get me riled up now, I don’t think I'll be able to stop.” His voice rumbled deep in his chest, his pupil dilating, swallowing up every bit of ochre in his eyes.
“Maybe I don’t want you to stop,” I cooed, my fingers running over the exposed skin on his arms. “I trust you, Arthur.” A breathy sound left his lips. His hand reached out, cradling my cheek in his palm. I leaned into his touch, pressing a kiss against his inner wrist- even if it was taken over by metal, it was still him.
Pulling away, he kept his eyes on me as he reached behind to tug at the plate just above his sacrum. Lifting his hips, he pulled the piece through his legs, his stiff cock finally free from the confines of the armor.
I sat back, taking a moment to admire his form. Patches of cartilage and something akin to scar tissue ran up his sides, subsuming his limbs. It was Entrati’s work, tainting his skin with infestation and metal. His neck was engulfed, tendrils running down to his collarbones. His thighs fared the same fate, projections jetting out from his outer thigh, and more of the tissue spreading up his femoral artery. His cock- flushed and dripping- was spared, save for a few tendrils running up his shaft.
“You know, it’s rude to stare.” He said in a lighthearted tone.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “You’re just…beautiful.”
And I meant it. Not even techrot could taint that. I pushed my hand against his chest, urging him to lie against the cushions. He let his head rest against the arm of the couch, his eyes glimmering with hunger. I leaned close, pressing my chest against his as I kissed along his jawline. I kissed over the ridges; the metal encroaching on his features, letting my lips drift lower. I could feel his pulse- his carotid artery pulsing with every heartbeat. I sank my teeth into his skin, gentle enough not to draw blood, but hard enough for him to feel it through the infestation. A breathy moan fell from his tongue, his hands settling on my shoulders.
I pulled away, glancing up at him once more. His face was flushed with arousal, a deep blush casting over his features. This was a look I could get used to - like he was begging to be taken apart.
My lips met his chest, tracing along the scars on his skin. I swiped my tongue over his nipple, drinking in the reaction he gave me- a breathy noise and a twitch of his fingers. My lips traveled lower, over his ribs and down his stomach. His breaths grew heavier, anticipation building inside his chest with every soft peck of my lips.
I pulled away, settling onto my stomach- my attention now focused on his thighs. I kissed along his inner thigh, his skin soft and unmarred, letting my teeth sink into his skin- gentler this time. My tongue soothed over the marks, tracing along the teeth marks in his skin. Soft licks and kisses soon turned to harsh sucks that were sure to leave behind marks. Good- it meant nobody else could have him like this- with his face flushed and his stiff cock dripping.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, my tongue running along the underside of his cock. He twitched in my grasp, a deep noise rumbling in his chest. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead before slipping it past my lips. My eyes fluttered closed as I took another inch into my mouth, flattening my tongue along the underside of his cock.
A soft moan left his lips. His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping my locks tight. He let his head fall back against the armrest, eyes fluttering closed as he sank into the feeling of my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth, nudging his cockhead deeper into my mouth. His hips rutted forward, another noise leaving his chest. Humming, I laid my arm over his hips, my other hand stroking him in sync with my lips.
“Sol, I don’t think I'll last long if you keep this up,” he grunted.
I pulled off with a soft pop, locking eyes with him. I parted my lips, sticking my tongue out. Tensing my grip on the base of his cock, I tapped his cockhead against my tongue. Another moan rumbled deep in his chest- his eyes filled with hunger.
“Such a tease,” he clicked his tongue. His fingers ran down my cheek, grasping my chin.
“Maybe I am,” I seized my lip between my teeth, biting down.
“Don’t think it's very chivalrous of me to come first - and I've been dying to know what you’ve got hiding under those clothes.”
“Now, you’re the one asking me to strip.” I sat up, pulling the hem of my shirt over my head. His eyes took in every bit of bare skin I offered, settling on my chest. I eased my hips up, pushing my shorts down my thighs. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, rising to his feet.
“Where are you going?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.
My pulse hastened as he settled onto his knees before me, palms splaying over my thighs. He spread my legs slowly, humming softly to himself. His lips pressed against my thigh, a chaste kiss.
“Right here, love” He mumbled against my skin before leaning in.
His tongue licked a thick stripe up my core, a moan slipping from his parted lips. My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the two toned locks. He flicked his tongue against my clit, his fingers kneading my thighs. His tongue moved with precision, feverishly moving over my skin. My breath caught in my throat, a string of moans leaving my lips as he shook his head- nuzzling his face even closer to my dripping cunt.
“Arthur-” I moaned, my head falling back against the cushions.
“Think I could get used to you saying my name like that.” He said, pulling away for a moment. He spat onto his fingers, running the sodden digits up my core. A desperate plea left my lips as his fingertip pushed past my entrance, a second soon joining it.
It’d been far too long since I'd done anything like this- far too long since I'd trusted anyone with my body, and yet here he was taking me apart so diligently.
Tension swelled in my stomach, building with every thrust of his digits. His tongue was back on me with the same fervor as before, flicking against my clit. My breath grew heavier, my head spinning with pleasure. Every worry was now swept away- replaced by the feeling of his tongue working against me.
My thighs quivered, tensing around his head. It didn’t seem to deter him- quite the opposite, his pace hastening. The tension in my stomach pulled tight- red hot like molten metal, hanging heavy between my hips. His brows furrowed, all of his concentration now between my legs, chasing every moan I offered.
“I’m gonna-”
He moaned against my cunt, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. My nerve endings pulsed, sending a wave of pleasure surging through my body. My muscles tensed, toes curling as my orgasm washed over me. I cried out his name, my back arching off the cushions. Paresthesia soon followed, swallowing up my limbs as I rode out my high on his tongue. I went limp in his hold, his tongue still working me through my orgasm. Sweat ran down my chest as I took in gasping breaths of air.
I glanced down at him, meeting his gaze once more. A self-satisfied smirk settled across his sharp features. He pressed another chaste kiss to my thighs as he pulled his fingers from me. Parting his lips, he slipped the digits in his mouth, laving his tongue over his fingertips.
“Tastes like a dream,” he mumbled to himself. He surged forward, lips crashing against mine. I could feel his stiff cock nudging at my thigh, dripping with anticipation.
“Arthur,” I moaned against his lips, his hot breath fanning over my skin. I could taste myself on him- my arousal washing over my tastebuds with every kiss. “I want you to fuck me.”
He groaned, something animalistic. I shifted to lie on my back, parting my knees for him. He settled himself between my thighs, cock brushing against my clit. A soft noise left me, igniting something behind his eyes.
“I'm going to enjoy watching you fall apart for me,” he cooed, rutting his cock against my core. The anticipation of the stretch- the feeling of his length gliding against my dripping cunt was almost too much. I let out a desperate moan, looping my arms around the back of his neck. He leaned close, bare chest to bare chest, pounding heart against pounding heart.
He pulled back his hips, only to push forward again- his cockhead breaching my entrance. I bit down on my bottom lip, quelling the desperate noises that threatened to spill from my tongue. He pushed another inch inside me, his pulse hastening- heart pounding against his chest. His lips met mine once more in a soft kiss. He moaned against my mouth, cock twitching inside me. I crossed my ankles behind his back, nudging him forward with my heels. His fingers tensed, knuckles blanching as he gripped the armrest tight.
He shallowly thrusted inside of me, slipping deeper and deeper with every rut forward. His lips moved down my jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my neck. I felt full, the weight of his cock inside me almost unable to bear- and yet I craved more. He stilled, fully sheathed inside me, a groan falling from his lips.
“Gods, I am such a lucky bastard,” he moaned.
He pulled back, starting a steady rhythm with his hips. His thrusts were slow, as if savoring every inch of my insides. A string of moans dripped off my tongue, his name tangling with the incoherent babbles. I carded my fingers through the short hair at the base of his neck, pulling gently at the locks.
“Fuck, Arthur, you feel so good,” I moaned, arching my chest into his. Grunting against my neck, he sank his teeth into my skin, kissing over the marks he left behind.
His pace hastened, his hips moving forward as if on their own. The soft sound of his thighs meeting mine filled the room, our heavy breaths and moans intertwining into a symphony of sorts. He sucked bruises into my skin, sure to remain for days afterward. His hands roamed over my body, grasping at every bit of me he could reach- as if I'd disappear the next day. And yet I stayed, wrapped around him, his name falling from my tongue like a prayer.
The familiar sensation bloomed in my stomach, wrapping around my thighs, building in my stomach. My head spun, thoughts turned to hot honey under his touch. I ran my fingers over his back, feeling his muscles tense and pull underneath his skin. I tugged at his hair, pulling him away from my neck. He stilled inside me, eyebrows furrowing as he looked in my eyes.
“Let me ride you.” I pushed at his chest.
“Like one of your kaithes, huh?” A crooked smile spread across his face. Strands of sweat-dampened hair hung in his face, framing his features. Another moan left my throat as he pulled out. The emptiness settled between my hips, the urge for more building in my stomach. I watched as he moved to lie against the cushions, his mismatched eyes trained on me.
“Exactly,” I said, settling myself on his hips. “Can’t let my riding expertise go to waste, now can I?”
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, guiding him to my core. My eyes fluttered closed as I sank down onto his length. My breath left my lungs, a gasp falling from my tongue as my hips met flush against his.
I glanced down at him, taking in his bare form beneath me. A deep blush settled on his face, creeping down his chest. His eyes were glassy, brimming with lust as he looked up at me. A heavy sigh left his parted lips, plush and soft like the rest of him.
“You’re beautiful, Arthur.”
“Keep saying stuff like that, and I might just fall in love with you,” he hummed, his hands settling on my hips.
“I think I'm already there.”
I lifted myself from his lap, only to let my body fall back down, his cock filling me so deliciously. His grip tensed, hands guiding me pace- slow and deliberate. Soft curses and praises fell from his lips, intertwining with my own breathless noises. I could tell I was already close, my muscles tensing up with every thrust of my hips. My head spun, all of my dizzying thoughts now replaced with one thing- him.
I fell forward into his chest, still working my hips against him. Bending his knees, he angled his hips up, thrusting against me. My breath hitched as the pressure in my stomach grew. I let out ragged breaths, grasping at the armrest to anchor myself as I rode him. His arms wrapped around my back, holding me tight against his chest as he took over. He thrusted his hips up, his cock twitching inside me as he neared his own orgasm.
I choked out a sob, my cunt fluttering around him as I came. Pleasure washed over me, surging through my muscles in waves. My pulse pounded in my ears, blood swirling through my vestibules. I went limp in his touch, the aftershocks settling beneath my sweaty skin as he rocked me through my orgasm.
His hips stilled, cock throbbing as he came inside me. Warmth flooded my insides, running down my thighs. He grunted, chest heaving as he took in deep breaths through his nose. His grip on me relented, his palms gliding over my skin to soothe every ache that settled into my muscles. Sighing, I settled myself on his chest, my hand cradling the back of his neck. I ran my fingers over the metal protrusions, humming softly to myself.
“So…is that the reason why you never left?” he clicked his tongue. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, his steady heartbeat like a lullaby. I nodded, pressing a kiss against his skin. He laughed to himself, his hand drifting down to my hip. “You’ve got a spaceship- a whole universe to explore.” He continued, “That’s the part that always confused me…deciding to stay here in this dingy backroom.”
“Universe seems pretty pointless without you, as cliché as it may sound,” I mumbled against his neck.
“Never did peg you as a romantic, drifter.” His voice faded into silence. I sank into his hold, sank into the warmth of his embrace. The harsh contrast of metal and flesh- his fingers tracing patterns in my skin- this was something I could get used to. Something tender to hold onto in this voidforasken time loop. “Learn something new about you every day, don’t I?”
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“Aye, where the hell did you get these marks? Looks like you were mauled!” Lettie clicked her tongue, her eyes narrowing as she scanned over the mess of marks on my neck.
“I uh…had a run in with a…screamer…yeah…” I glanced around, heat rising to my face at the confrontation.
She turned around, arms crossing over her chest as she stared at Arthur. Bruises adorned his skin- my teeth marks still left at the junction of his neck. He glanced away, covering his smirk with the back of his hand.
CW: pegging, sub!soap, anal fingering, face sitting, cunnilingus, piss, embarassment
Gender Neutral AFAB Reader
WC: 4.2K
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I sighed, letting my hands fall to my sides. The soft rumble of the engine hushed, shrouding the car in silence. My back ached, carrying in it the stresses of a busy work day- not to mention the hours of overtime.
I gripped the door handle with bruising strength, grunting as I slung my bag over my shoulder. Each step forward felt heavy, like I was trudging through honey. The only thought in my mind was how much I needed to be wrapped in the embrace of my lover- and how I longed for my duvet.
I pushed my key into the front door, fingertips aching from the thousands of words I'd typed. The lock clicked, the door giving way as I leaned my body against the wood. With a soft thud, my bag fell to the floor. Home at last.
“Johnny?” I called out, locking the door behind me. I let my gaze drift over the living room- oddly quiet for an evening like tonight. Stepping forward, I walked down the hallway, my eyes meeting the shut door. My gait halted in front of the door, hand grasping the knob. My heartbeat hastened as I heard the muffled sound of a moan. It sounded too low to be his- more of a grunt than anything- a stark contrast from his sweet whimpers and whines. And then another voice caught my attention- a woman.
“You like that?”
I pushed open the door, a moan slipping past my lips as I took in the sight before me. He lay naked against the pillows, thick thighs spread wide. His laptop rested at the foot of his bed, moans playing over the speakers. One of his hands was wrapped around his cock- the other had two fingers buried inside his hole. A deep blush settled over his cheek, sweat beading at his brow. A small puddle of his last orgasm pooled in the divots of his abs.
I bit down on my lip. It wasn’t unusual for him to watch porn while I was away - just not this type. The camera zoomed in on the man’s hole stretched out on a dildo.
“Johnny.” I cooed softly, closing the laptop. His chest heaved as he panted, a bead of sweat rolling down his skin.
“Please-” he whined, stroking himself faster.
The mattress dipped beneath me as I kneeled on the edge of the bed. I curled up by his side, pressing a hasty kiss to his cheek. I let one of my arms slide beneath his neck, my palm cradling his face. My other rested on his hip, fingertips tracing lower. A soft whimper fell from his lips as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock.
“I didn’t know you were into this.” I hummed, watching as he slipped another digit inside his hole. His thighs quivered, muscles tensing beneath my touch. A soft whine left his lips with every stroke of my wrist.
“Want you t’fuck me so bad.”
I clicked my tongue, tightening my grip on his cock. His hips moved with my stroke, rutting into my palm. Soft sounds left his parted lips, my name falling off his tongue. His eyes fluttered closed, his eyelashes wetting with tears. He seized his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on the soft flesh.
“Gotta get a strap so I can fuck you proper, yeah?”
He drew in a shaky breath, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers worked inside his hole faster, curling and pressing into his prostate. I could feel him twitching in my grasp, his climax coming closer and closer.
“Please, I need it so bad-“
“You’d look so pretty stretched out on my cock wouldn’t you?” I cooed, my fingers tracing down his neck. He shuddered, feeling my fingertips run over his chest. I pinched his nipple between my digits, gently tugging on his skin. His back arched off the mattress, a desperate whine leaving his throat. He pressed into my touch, cock leaking in my hand.
“I’m gonna-” a sinful moan cut his words off. He didn’t need to tell me; it was apparent in the way he trembled in my hold. Every little huff and whimper gave him away, muscles rippling beneath his bronzed skin.
“Show me how bad you need it.”
He twitched in my hand, thick ropes of cum spurting from his thick cock. A soft noise escaped him, muffling as he bit down on his lip. I kept my pace steady, stroking him through his orgasm- milking the rest of the cum out of him. His chest heaved as he gasped for air. I glanced down at his trembling frame, his cock now soft and resting against his stomach. Streaks of cum coated his skin, trailing up his chest and neck.
“Guess I'm gonna have to buy a strap then, huh?” I asked, watching as he pulled his lube-soaked fingers from his hole.
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“Well, what size were you thinking?” I asked, letting my gaze drift across the wall of silicone. Rows of boxes hung on the shelf, containing every possible variety of cock- colorful, natural looking, big, small, knotted, fantasy- it was overwhelming. I narrowed my eyes, settling my attention on one model. It was thin, barely over five inches; the perfect beginner choice. With a length like that, it was deep enough to hit his prostate, yet not big enough to hurt him. I grabbed the box off the shelf, turning it in my hands to admire the packaging.
“What about this one?” I asked, handing the box off to him. He looked through the clear panel on the front, shaking his head with a sigh.
“C’mon, I can handle more than that, Bonnie.” He scoffed, voice laced with self assuredness.
“Bigger…got it,” my words trailed off as I brought my attention back to the wall. Maybe another inch, and a thicker shaft would do. I grabbed the model sat beside it, but before I could take it off the hook, I heard his voice.
“You keep going for the small ones,” He pouted.
Small? As if this one wasn’t above average. I pursed my lips, realizing how much I'd underestimated him. How long had he thought about this? How many nights had he spent hiding these fantasies away, fingers buried inside his tight hole every chance he could get?
“You pick one then. Your hole, your rules.”
“Don't mind if I do then.” He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the wall before us. His cerulean eyes narrowed, scanning over the toys. Biting down on his lip, he grabbed a box off the shelf. I glanced over his shoulder, my eyes widening as I saw the model he chose.
It was thick, nearly as thick as my wrist. Plastered on the front of the box were the words “nine inches”. It didn’t sound beginner-friendly- maybe the exact opposite. I hummed to myself, imagining him struggling underneath me as I stretched him out on the silicone.
“If you go with something like that, I'll have to prep you for hours.” I cooed beside his ear. A breathy moan fell from his lips, knuckles blanching as he gripped the box tight. I draped my arms over his shoulders, feeling him tremble under my touch. Letting my gaze drop, I was met with the sight of his cock stiffening in his jeans. I laughed to myself as I reached down to grip the tent in his pants. Tutting softly, I let go, relishing the soft whine he offered me at the loss of contact.
“Come on. Let's go check out before you come in your pants.”
He kept close to my side, gripping my sleeve as I pushed my credit card into the reader. I could feel his gaze burning through me- like a dog begging for table scraps. Pursing my lips to stifle a laugh, I turned toward the front door. He stayed glued to my hip, his bottom lip quivering with desperation as we walked to the car.
He was silent as he climbed into the passenger seat. His fingers trembled as he clicked his seatbelt into place. I let my gaze fall to his hips, and the tent growing at the front of his pants. He gritted his teeth, bringing his open palm to his aching cock. He couldn’t even wait until we got home- humping his hand as the engine roared to life.
“Please?” his voice was soft and breathy like a sweet melody. I shook my head, my fingers tensing around the stick shift as the car rolled slowly forward.
“You’ll be the death of me, Johnny.”
He kept quiet on the drive home, only offering little grunts and whines as he rocked his hips against his palm. I kept the radio volume low- quiet enough not to drown out his lilted voice. I could see him getting more restless the closer we drew to home- his fingers tensing around the outline of his cock.
He didn’t dare to undo his fly. Obedience rooted itself deep in him. Even this desperate- he wouldn’t dare to do something without permission. It was more satisfying this way- watching him squirm and writhe against the seatbelt as a deep blush settled on his cheeks. There was something so helpless about this display- like a pathetic puppy just begging for a treat.
I’d be a monster not to oblige, wouldn’t I?
“Please-” he begged, his hands tensing around the plastic bag. I clicked the lock into place, humming softly to myself. His brows knitted, bottom lip pouting. It was the most pathetic puppy dog eyes he’d given me, looking as if he was just short of crying. After teasing himself so long, it seems he was nearing his breaking point. A dark patch of precum sank into his jeans, his desperation visible even through the thick cotton.
“Fine. Guess we could try it out- make sure we got the right size,” I crossed my arms over my chest, watching as a grin spread over his flushed cheeks. He turned, slipping into the bedroom, hastily ripping open the cardboard box. The mattress squeaked as he sat on the edge of the bed, one of his knees bouncing incessantly. His tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth, brows knitting as he tore at the tape holding the box together.
“Calm down, I've gotta prep you first, don’t I?” I grabbed his wrist. “Lay back for me.” I cooed. The box was soon forgotten about, his attention shifting to me as I kneeled on the edge of the bed.
A hushed noise left his chest, his eyes darkening- pupils swallowing up every bit of cobalt in his irises. His fingers tensed before digging into the hem of his shirt. With a grunt, he pulled the cotton over his head, discarding it on the floor beside last night’s clothes. He settled himself against the pillows, a blush spreading down his toned chest as I slipped my thumb into the hem of his jeans.
“I was surprised you didn’t come in the car. Couldn’t help but hump your hand like a dog in heat, could you?” My voice was low, dripping in lust as I took in his flushed frame. He only offered a small whine, lifting his hips so I could pull the denim down his thighs.
I sucked in a breath through my teeth, my eyes widening as they met the sticky white mess between his legs. He had come- just the thought of being fucked was enough to bring him to orgasm. I moaned, tossing his clothes aside.
“You really needed this, didn’t you?” I teased, running my fingertip over the underside of his cock. He shuddered, whimpering at the touch. Pulling away, I diverted my attention to my own clothes. I made quick work of my shirt, making sure not to miss the look he gave me as I stripped. My fingers made quick work of the button at the front of my jeans, pulling open my fly- just enough for me to push the fabric over my hips.
I kicked the pile of clothes behind me, a problem for tomorrow. It’d be a shame to worry about tidiness with the sight before me. I grasped the brass handle of our nightstand, pulling it open just enough to shove my hand inside. Right beside the stack of condoms was a bottle of lube- half empty- but just enough for tonight.
“Might as well make use of that pretty face while I prep your hole.” I hummed, swinging one leg over his hips, turning my body to face his thighs. Glancing back, I was met with a look of gluttony- his lips practically watering at the sight of my bare cunt.
I settled my weight onto my shins, hovering my weight above his face. A deep moan rumbled in his chest, hands gripping my hips tight and pulling me onto his face. I gasped, popping open the cap to the bottle.
He was ravenous, moaning into my cunt- his hips thrusting up into the air. Biting down on my lip, I spread a thick line of lube over my fingers. The bottle was soon placed beside the strap, my hand resting on his knee.
“Spread your legs for me.” I encouraged, my thumb stroking his knee. “Show me that pretty hole.”
Another soft noise left his lips. Jolts of pleasure shot up my spine as his voice vibrated against my cunt. I pushed my hips against his face, biting back my own noises. He spread his thighs, cock twitching against his stomach. I leaned forward, bringing my sodden fingers to his hole. I pushed past the tight ring of muscles, his thighs tensing as I dipped my fingertips inside him.
“You tell me if it’s too much, okay?” I said, rutting my clit against his open mouth. “Although I doubt a whore like you would back out at this point.” He moaned, incoherent babbles falling from his parted lips. His grip tensed as he pressed sloppy open-mouthed kisses to my cunt.
I sank my digits deeper into his heat, feeling his hole tense around the intrusion. His cock twitched, flushed and leaking- almost painfully hard. I pressed on, pushing knuckle deep inside him. Drawing in a breath, I stilled - momentarily letting him adjust to the feeling. His fingers tensed, another pearly bead of precum oozing from his cock head. With a soft curl in my fingers, I slowly rocked them in and out of him. His hips rutted forward, pushing my digits deeper inside him. Tutting my tongue, I slapped his thigh.
“Stay still,” I warned, keeping up the steady pace of my fingers. A muffled whine was his only reply.
With every thrust forward, he whimpered, his voice vibrating against my cunt. I could feel his tense muscles giving way, opening up for my digits. Wet sounds emanated from between his thighs, filling my ears with every thrust forward.
I hastened my pace, feeling heat rushing to my face as I took in the display before me. He was aching, yearning for more. I could feel it in the way his hole sucked me in. Groaning, I pressed another digit inside him. His moans were louder, his quads tensing as I gently stretched him open. I moaned soft praises and gently rocked my hips back.
His tongue grew more frenzied, spurred on by the pleasure of penetration. His lips wrapped around my clit, hastily sucking as I rocked my fingers inside him. I let my eyes flutter closed, my hips moving in tandem with my fingers. He pulled me tighter against his face, shaking his head to nuzzle his face impossibly closer to my dripping cunt. He was greedy, lapping at my cunt like salvation, taking in every stifled noise I offered.
Reaching behind, I tangled my fingers in his mohawk, tugging him closer to my cunt. My fingers thrusted harder, my knuckles thumping against his taint with every push forward. His cock twitched, bobbing with the movement of my digits. I could feel he was close- we both were, feeding off each other's pleasure like a perverted symbiosis.
Moaning, I added a fourth finger. He moaned, driving another spark of pleasure through my spinal cord. My nerve endings tingled, pulsing alight as he worked his tongue against my clit. Pressure grew in my core, my legs weakening with the force of my orgasm. I tensed, shoving my digits deep inside him as I came. I cried out his name, the wave of pleasure rolling over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, my muscles tensing under his touch, sweat oozing from my pores.
My chest heaved, breathy moans falling from my tongue as I slowly came down from my high. My skin tingled, static wrapping around my limbs as my nerves buzzed with excitement. When I opened my eyes, I was met with the messy sight of his climax. Thick streaks of cum adorned his stomach, settling in the crevices of his skin. I shifted my weight forward onto my hands, lifting my hips off his face. He gasped, his hands dropping to the duvet.
“Please,” he whined, drawing in heavy breaths through his parted lips.
“Still want more?” I said, a crooked smile creeping across my face.
“Please,” was all he could say, his hands pawing at my hips. I chuckled, moving to sit between his parted legs. He sprawled out against the covers, covered in cum and sweat- and yet he was still begging for more. His cobalt eyes were glazed over, looking at me- or maybe past me. Another desperate noise fell past his lips.
I hummed to myself, pulling open the packaging of the strap. Shifting onto my knees, I fastened the buckles around my thighs. The plastic clicked into place, fitting snug around my figure. I slid the head of the cock through the silver ring at the front of the harness. The sheer weight of the silicone pulled the harness down. The cock bobbed, hanging between my legs. Clicking my tongue, I draped the toy over Johnny’s stomach, letting it rest against his bronzed skin.
My eyes widened as I took in the sight. The cock sprawled over his stomach, nearly meeting his navel. How he’d be able to fit it inside him was an enigma- but his sheer determination to be fucked would more than compensate.
He bit down on his bottom lip, grasping both the strap and his own cock in one hand. The silicone dwarfed his own cock, but if anything, it seemed to only enthrall him even more. He stroked both of the cocks, moaning at the feeling of it. The fact that it didn’t have nerve endings didn’t seem to bother him.
“So big-” he whined. “Need to feel you inside me.”
I pushed open the lid to the lube, spreading a thick glob of it over the shaft- my shaft. The silicone glistened in the dim light.
“I don’t think it’ll fit, Johnny,” the corners of my lips curled down. I couldn’t help but frown at the realization that his fantasy might not come to fruition- not without breaking him. Maybe that’s what he wanted. He flashed me a look of hunger- determination for what was soon to come.
“I’ll make it fit,” he said breathily, wrapping his fingers around the cock. He pulled his knees to his chest, guiding the tip of the cock to his hole. He pressed forward, pushing out a breath he forgot he’d held onto. I moaned, watching as his hole greedily sucked in my length. The head of my cock disappeared past his tight muscles. He continued, pushing more of my length inside- not even sparing a moment to breathe as I stuffed him full.
It was a sight to behold, his hole spread wide over my cock. His cock throbbed, precum pooling in the divot of his hips. Sweat beaded down his flushed face. His lips parted, letting out breathless moans as I bottomed out inside him. I moaned, my gaze meeting his half-lidded eyes.
Something sparked in my chest, building and growing until it consumed me- a void of sorts. I needed more, craved every little twitch of his cock- every whine and whimper. I rolled my hips forward- not even offering a brief respite before I was pistoning my length in and out of his tight hole.
“Yes!” he cried out, gripping his leaking cock tight. He stroked himself, his other hand planted firmly on the headboard as it slammed against the wall.
I let my head drop, soft grunts leaving my chest as I fucked into him at a steady pace. I let him feel every inch, making sure my cock dragged against his insides just so-
“Fuck!” he moaned, moving his hips back against my strap. Tears welled in his eyes, his whines growing higher and higher in pitch. Desperation built on his tongue, coming out as whines and whimpers, so despondent. I pushed down on his stomach, feeling my cock stirring inside him- deep in his guts. His head fell back against the pillows, his jaw going slack as he sank into every stroke. I filled him deliciously, my cockhead bulging against his stomach, visible even through his toned muscles.
“Can feel you in my guts-” he sputtered, thick tears running down his face. “Please!” he whined.
His toes curled, ropes of cum spurting from his twitching cock. I didn’t, still, not even as I leaned in, tongue dragging across his face to lick up the mess that had sprayed over his jawline. Soft pleas left his mouth, like a melody that crescendoed into incoherent babbles. It was fitting that a dirty slag like him sounded just like it, too.
I rutted into him faster, chasing his desperation, filling every inch of him and more. I was sure he’d feel me tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that - sure I'd fuck him so good I'd leave him craving more.
“Please!” he cried, snot running from his nose. Spit ran from the corners of his mouth, staining the pillows beneath his head. He choked out a sob, voice straining, his moans building and building until-
A stream of piss left his cock, pooling in the divots between his abs. He glanced down, eyes widening in horror. His hand left his cock, covering his flushed face. His cock twitched, hole tensing around my cock as he cowered in embarrassment. I'd driven him so far into pleasure- milked his prostate so hard that he’d lost himself beneath me. He gasped, choking out a strangled moan.
“I’m sorry!” he gasped, hiding behind his hands. “I’m sorry!” his cockiness was replaced by mortification. His confidence fractured, leaving behind a flustered puddle of despondance. It stirred something in me, wriggling in my chest- adulation.
His mess ran off his side, soaking into the sheets beneath. I moaned in disbelief. My parted lips closed, curling into a crooked smile. I bit down on my lips, driving my hips forward until my cockhead was hitting his prostate with every thrust. I'd taken him apart piece by piece until he was a mess in my arms.
“I’m sorry!” he cried again, his tears and snot running into a mess.
“Fucked you so good I made you squirt, didn’t I?” I said, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. More piss dribbled out of his flushed cockhead, running down his shaft. I stroked him once more, feeling his spent cock twitch in my hand.
“M’sorry!” he hiccuped, his toes curling.
“Don't apologize,” I cooed, leaning down to speak softly beside his ear.
I stilled inside him, my hips flush against his, filling him so deliciously up to the brim. He sniffled, looping his arms around the back of my neck. I leaned forward, my chest meeting his in a tender embrace. He whined, his hole clenching around my length.
“I love you-” he sputtered, “I love you!”
A laugh rumbled in my chest, my lips twitching up into a grin. I pressed my lips against his cheek, my palms running down his sides.
“I love you too, now let me-”
Grunting, I sat up, slowly pulling out of his hole. He whimpered, his hands reaching down between his thighs. He dug his fingertips into his ass, spreading himself for me. I moaned, my eyes trained on the way his gaped hole clenched around nothing. He huffed out a breath, lips quivering.
“You’re a dream, Johnny.” I seized my bottom lip between my teeth. My gaze raked over his bare form, taking in every inch of his body- every tensing muscle, every drop of cum- every bead of sweat. His only response was a whimper. “If I didn’t know any better, I'd think you want to go again.”
“Please-”
I could feel heat pooling between my legs, my arousal dripping down my thighs. His gaped hole, half-lidded eyes, and that pout he gave- he was desperate for more. I grunted, gripping the silicone at my waist.
“Why not go for another round. We needed a new mattress, anyway.”
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“Wait, so if you’re in the military, you like…kill terrorists and stuff, right?”
I glanced over at the woman sidled up to Kyle. Her long dark hair nearly reaching her waist, black powder circling her eyelids. She stared at him, eyes not breaking focus for an instant. I glanced away, catching the back of Johnny’s mohawk as he strolled outside, a bird on his arm.
“I guess you could say that.” Kyle said, voice dripping with self-assuredness. A crooked smirk spread across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning in closer.
“I should like…thank you for my freedom or something then, right?” she batted her eyelashes.
Sliding my phone out of my jacket, I narrowed my eyes at the screen. A soft click played from the speakers as I pushed my thumb against the lock button.
“Think I have a few ideas of how you could,” a laugh rumbled in his chest. The heels of his combat boots thudded against the floor as he rose. The girl giggled, wrapping her arms around his. Her gait was unsteady, heels clattering as they started toward the door.
I sighed, letting my head tip back against the booth. The droning voice playing over the speakers sparked something in me, whether impatience or yearning, I couldn’t tell. I groaned, shuffling to my feet. Behind me, a soft hum caught my attention. Looking over my shoulder, I met the dark, brooding gaze of my lieutenant.
“Mind driving us back to base? I’m sick of it here.”
He stayed quiet, brown eyes drawn to the road. Silence grew between us, only the soft melody of the radio could cut through it. His fingers tensed around the wheel, lips pursing tight. Resting my temple on the window, I scrolled through my phone, narrowing my eyes as I passed mirror selfies. Glancing up at the corner, I sighed. Realizing how early it was only struck a pang of need in my chest.
The desire for relief, a quick way to blow off steam, rose in my chest. It seemed to hang over me, nagging at my thoughts with every passing day. Stirring behind my eyes in my sleep. My shoulders sagged, lips curling down into a soft frown.
“Thought you said you wouldn’t be leaving the bar alone tonight?” his deep voice piercing through the silence.
“Dont rub it in. already hurts enough not finding a lay.” I crossed my arms over my chest, brows furrowing. My phone screen went black, leaving only the faint yellow streetlights to illuminate his face. Even with the surgical mask, I could see the outline of his nose, crooked and hooked from one too many fistfights. The fabric shifted, his expression concealed behind polypropylene. My pulse quickened as he glanced at me in the corner of his peripheral vision.
“Could always help out with that.” his eyes fell back on the road.
I narrowed my eyes, heat igniting in my core. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out the sound of the radio. I swallowed despite my mouth going dry. The car rolled to a stop, now shrouded in the darkness of a garage. The hum of the vehicle died, the deafening silence now ringing in my ears.
“Stop fucking with me, Ghost.” an awkward laugh fell from my tongue. Heat pooled beneath my skin as his eyes settled on me. Even in the dark, I could see his dilated pupils- swallowing up every bit of umber in his eyes.
“I’m serious.” he tilted his head, a glint of hunger in his eyes. “No strings attached. Think we both could use the stress relief.”
I stared at my lieutenant, mouth agape as I took in his words. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about him. Thought about his hulking frame looming over me, how his deep voice would contort in pleasure. I was lying every time my stomach churned, seeing him end up alone after every trip to the pub. Lying when I told myself the hesitancy to leave his side was just jitters.
I sighed out a shaky breath, anxieties swirling in my head. Surely there would be repercussions for this, sleeping with a superior- a comrade. The thought prodded at the back of my head, slipping behind my eyes like a bad headache.
“We don’t have to-” his voice broke through the spiraling worries, shattering my resolve. Reaching out, I let my hand rest on his arm, fingers tensing.
“I want to-I’ve wanted to.” I sputtered. His eyes widened at my sudden confession. I bit my tongue, hoping this Freudian slip wouldn’t turn into a stumble.
“Right,” he nodded. “Mine or yours?”
“Mine.”
The soles of my boots thudded against the linoleum. Lights buzzed overhead, fluorescent light beaming down over both of us. His shadow hung over me, swallowing me in its darkness. Reaching out with a shaky hand, I twisted the door to my room, all too cautious of the man standing behind me. My mouth went dry as I pushed the door open, the light of the hallway shining into my room. I stepped forward, pulling my jacket over my shoulders.
The lock clicked into place, shrouding the room into darkness. Broad hands settled on my waist. His lips brushed against my neck, mask now discarded. I turned in his hold, now facing him. His heated breath fanned over my skin. Looping my arms around the back of his neck, I pulled him in, my lips meeting his.
My heart raced, pounding against my eardrums as I realized what I was doing. Every kiss, every soft moan I offered was against the rules. The way his hands lingered on my waist, dipping down ever further? Breaking code of conduct. My fingers, toying with the button of his jeans, could get me discharged from the military.
He pushed my hands away, arms looping beneath my thighs. My eyes widened as he pulled me into his hold, stepping toward the bed. With a grunt, my back hit the mattress, springs squeaking under my weight. I moaned, voice laced with desire.
“Let me take care of you, sergeant.” He muttered, hastily pulling open my fly. I couldn’t deny the arousal building in my core, seeing my lieutenant break composure; nearly ravenous. His breath grew heavy, pupils dilating and swallowing up every bit of ochre.
I let my hands wander, carding through his curls, tugging him close; close enough to feel his hot breath fanning against my skin. I pressed a kiss against his cheek, over the thick patch of scar tissue that engulfed his features. Another on the thin scar marring his nose. And another on the scar that trailed down from his nose, just above his upper lip.
His breath hitched, fingers tensing around my belt loops. My body jolted with the force of his grasp, balled fists tugging at the denim that hugged my legs. It felt befitting for a man of such prestige to be so stern during something as simple as undressing.
His clothes stayed put, sparking my curiosity. Seeing his muscles tense beneath his shirt, every flex straining against the material- id be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.
I pulled my shirt over my head, drinking in the satisfied grunt he offered me. His broad palms splayed across my bare body, groping every bit of skin- every roll and blemish he could reach. I dug my fingers into his shirt collar, tugging tight.
“Take this off.” I bit down on my lip, my pulse hastening as he pulled the shirt over his head. Scars adorned his chest like prize ribbons. His skin was rough and worn, at times more scarred than not. In the center of his chest ran a thick stripe, following along his collarbones, fusing at the sternum to make a ‘Y’ shape. I sat up, reaching out to touch his chest, only to be pushed onto my back- thick fingers binding my wrists together.
“L.T.,” I narrowed my eyes, my lips curling down into a soft frown.
“Just let me take care of you first,” he spoke in his gruff tone, a tinge of impatience on his tongue.
“Oh, okay-” I mumbled, chewing the inside of my lip. I held my tongue, not daring to break his determination. He pushed my knees aside, settling between them- chest pressed against my duvet.
“Just relax, yeah?” His voice was softer, losing the edge from before. He stared up at me, raising an eyebrow- stilling as to silently ask for permission.
“Okay,” I nodded, sprawling against the pillows.
His hot breath fanned against my cunt, a soft sigh falling from his lips. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in, tongue laving over my cunt. My hips bucked forward, rutting against his tongue. A low chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat, igniting jolts of white-hot pleasure that shot up my spine.
His tongue moved skillfully, circling my clit and dipping down to tease my hole. He prodded at my entrance with his fingertips, dragging the digits through the mess of saliva and arousal- using the lubrication to push past my entrance.
“Simon-” I gasped, short pants escaping my chest. He sank further inside me, fingertips curling forward- only adding to the pleasure of his tongue. My thighs quivered, threatening to clamp around his head.
He pistoned his fingers in and out, at a hasty pace. My body jolted with the force of each thrust, mattress springs squeaking beneath my bare body. I grasped the covers, knuckles blanching under the force of my grip. My chest heaved with each slow breath I drew in.
“Fuck- fuck!” I moaned, rolling my hips against his tongue.
He pulled off with a soft pop, dark gaze meeting me.
“Sit on my face,” he commanded, stern tone returning.
“Fuck, okay.” I sighed, shifting onto my knees. He laid back against the mattress, propping himself up on an elbow. His eyes darkened as I settled over his hips, inching forward until I hovered over his navel. His broad hands settled on my hips, pulling me closer until my knees were on either side of his head.
I lowered my hips, hovering above his face. Hooking his arms over the top of my thighs, he pulled me flush against his mouth. I moaned, my head falling back. Dampened strands of hair clung to my forehead. I let my hand wander, sliding my fingertips over his defined muscles. His brows furrowed, eyes fluttering closed as my fingers drifted lower. I felt the cool metal buckle of his belt, sliding my fingers over the leather.
Grunting, he pinned my arms behind my back, eating me out with fervor. I whined, rocking my hips back and forth against his tongue, seeking the pleasure from his touch.
Pressure grew in my stomach, coiling tighter and tighter, tension weaving through my limbs. My heart raced, thumping against my chest- nearly bursting from my ribs. My head spun, the pleasure so dizzying that it was almost too much.
I cried out his name, chest heaving as I choked out heaving breaths. My hips twitched, cunt fluttering and clenching around nothing. The pleasure surged through my body, buzzing in my nerve endings. My muscles pulled taut, toes curling into the covers.
His tongue slowed, moving lazily around my overstimulated clit, working me through my orgasm. His grip tightened on my wrists and then ceased altogether. I gasped, the twinge of pain in my shoulder vanishing as my arms fell limply to my side. I turned onto my side, letting my body fall against the mattress. A smile crept across my face as I caught my breath. He stared back at me with a satisfied smirk, arms crossed over his bare chest.
“Where’d you learn to eat pussy that well?” I narrowed my eyes.
He laughed a hearty laugh, one that echoed through the room. His sharp canines caught the light, disappearing behind his plush lips as he stifled his laugh.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He shrugged.
“You twat,” I clicked my tongue, reaching out to palm over the crotch of his pants.
I stilled as my fingers brushed against his soft cock. Soft. Not even a bit hard. Dizzying thoughts popped up in my head like weeds. What if he wasn’t into me, what if it was a farce? What if he was about to stand up and walk out, disgusted by the act we’d committed?
His expression remained stoic, tinged with a sort of pity. Calloused fingers wrapped around my wrist, not to push or pull, but as a reminder of his presence. His deep eyes fell to my lips, watching as I parted them to speak.
“Did I-” I sputtered. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked, pulling my hand away. “Why aren’t you hard?”
He sighed, glancing around the room. He pursed his lips, gnawing on the inside of his cheek.
“It happens.” He explained, “kind of hard to get it up after being injured so much.”
I pouted, hastily undoing his belt. He laid back, eyes trained on my hands; this time without hesitation or resistance. I pushed his jeans down his thick thighs, my eyes settling on his soft cock.
“Well, what if I gave you head? Can you get off to that?” I asked, leaning down to mouth at his cock. His broad palm settled on the back of my head, thumb softly stroking my hair.
“You don’t have to.” He muttered.
My brows furrowed, eyes squeezing shut as i took his soft cock into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harshly on his length. His fingers tensed around my locks, tugging gently. A soft moan fell from his lips- as beautiful as a melody. It was something i knew i yearned to hear more of.
“Seriously, it's ok. Don't force yourself to do this.” He interjected, hand moving to cradle my chin. I pulled off with a soft pop, lips curling down into a frown.
“What about anal?” I asked, glancing at my closet. I bit down on my lip, imagining how he’d look beneath me, skin flushed, legs parted for me; his soft cock bobbing with every thrust of the silicone cock. It was a secret of course, nothing more than a fantasy- and one that had remained dormant for years.
“Well, I can’t exactly fuck your ass if I can’t get it up, yeah?” He grunted, shifting his weight onto his side.
“No, Simon…” My words trailed off, stuck on the tip of my tongue. Sighing, I drew in a deep breath through my teeth, lips parting once more to speak. “What if I fucked your ass?”
“Oh,” he paused, lips parted as if to speak- but no sound escaped. He closed his mouth, humming softly to himself before motioning to speak once more. “You don’t have to do all of that for me.”
“You didn’t have to eat me out either, but you did.” I pulled his jeans over his calves, letting the denim drop to the floor. “Just having some stress relief, aren't we?”
I stood before him, turning toward the small wardrobe in the corner of the room. I pushed open the doors, rummaging through neatly folded clothes. Tucked under a stack of uniform shirts was a harness- fastened with buckles and gromets. Hanging from a small o-ring in the center of the harness was a thick dildo, just more than the length of my hand. I slipped the harness over my hips, tugging at the straps to synch them around my thighs. The buckles clicked into place, cock bobbing with every little movement.
I grabbed a small bottle of lube I'd stashed away, popping open the cap with a soft click. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I squirted a thin line of lube over two fingers. He bent his knees, letting them fall aside. I bit down on my lip as I took in the sight. He stared up at me, eyes darkened with desire. I circled my fingers around his hole, feeling him tense under my touch.
“Relax for me,” I cooed, pushing past the tight muscles. A soft noise fell past his lips. His eyes fluttered shut, plush lips parting into a perfect “o”. I pistoned my fingers in and out, curling up to brush against his prostate. Precum beaded at the tip of his cock, pooling in the divot of his muscles.
I settled onto my chest, perched between his spread legs. Leaning in, I ran my tongue over his balls, relishing the moans that fell from his lips. He looked beautiful like this- surrendering himself to my touch. His soft curls fell in his face, dampened with sweat. Closing my eyes, I brought the soft skin into my mouth, sucking gently. He moaned- a lilt in his voice.
I could feel him give way to my digits, loosening up around my fingertips. Humming to myself- mouth full of him- I sank a third digit inside. He let out a breathy groan, his fingertips tangling in my hair. His grip tensed, tugging me closer to his soft cock. Pulling off with a soft pop, I brought my attention back to his weeping cock. I slid the head past my lips, savoring the salt of his precum.
I pulled away, slipping my fingers out of his quivering hole. His ochre gaze found me again, transfixed on my hands as they pushed open the cap of the lube. I bit the inside of my lip as I spread the slick across the silicone at my hips.
“Don't go too rough,” he reached out, pressing his hand against my chest.
“I’ll be gentle,” I reassured. I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock and nudged my hips forward. A soft moan escaped him as my length pushed past his entrance. “You okay?” I asked, my gaze settling on his flushed face. His breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed as he sank into the feeling of my cock.
“Keep going,” he urged. Feeling my heart pounding in my eardrums, I pushed forward, sliding another inch inside his tight hole. A soft whine left his chest, his hand reaching for his soft cock. He stroked himself, fingers tensing as I added another inch. I could feel him tensing around the strap- see his abs rippling beneath his pale skin.
I bottomed out inside him, stilling for a moment as he caught his breath. I took in his bare frame, the blush that crept down his neck and chest, and the hazy, half-lidded expression he offered me. He looked like a dream, a sight that I couldn’t help but lose myself in. I moaned, letting my hands wander over his hips and the bit of fat that clung to them. My fingers sank into his love handles, holding tight as I rocked my hips. My pace was slow, a gentle sway as he slowly opened up for me. His jaw went slack, head falling back against the pillows.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, voice lilting. Every thrust forward was punctuated by a soft whine caught in the back of his throat. He stroked himself faster, timing every stroke to the rut of my hips. His other hand clawed at my back, tugging me closer to the warmth of his chest. A smirk tugged at my lips, spreading wide across my face. I pressed a kiss to his chest, letting my tongue circle his nipple.
His voice grew louder, each breath seemingly heavier than the last. His nails dug into my skin, grip tensing as I milked his prostate. I could feel desire pooling between my hips as I watched my lieutenant unravel. Every shred of his brooding facade- now nothing more than dust in my hands. Who knew he could be so vulnerable, so needy for my touch?
“I’m close-” he sputtered with a grunt. I teased him with my teeth, gently biting down on his nipple and relishing the way he arched into my mouth. His thick thighs wrapped around my hips, keeping me flush against his plush ass. I could’ve died happy in that moment, buried balls deep inside my superior.
He pleaded, soft praises falling from his tongue like a whisper. I kept my pace steady, my cock dragging against every inch of his insides. His breath hitched, chest heaving as he gasped. Thick ribbons of cum shot across his chest, cock twitching as he came. He rocked his hips against me, ass slapping against my thighs with every thrust. My name fell from his tongue, over and over, a decrescendo as he came down from his high.
My gaze settled on his hole, watching eagerly as I pulled out. I moaned, seeing him clench and flutter around the air- now gaping. Biting down on my lip, I leaned in. I dragged my tongue through the messy streaks of cum, letting the bitter taste linger over my senses. He groaned, watching as I trailed my tongue down his stomach. Parting my lips, I sucked his soft, overstimulated cock into my mouth. He tensed, hips bucking into my mouth. Another ribbon of cum left his spent cock- one which I eagerly swallowed down.
Pulling away, I undid the buckles at my hip. The mattress dipped as I let my body fall onto the covers. He held out his arm for me, ochre gaze meeting me as I sidled up to his side. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, sweat beading down his sternum. His lips tugged upward into a crooked smile, canines flashing.
“Fuck…” he said, exasperated. “That was good.”
“Nothin’ like blowing off some steam with a coworker, right?” I laughed, ignoring the hollow feeling that nestled into my chest. Coworkers- a label too distant to describe my feelings toward him. His smile faded, brows knitting.
“Right, uh…” he paused, laughing nervously.
I couldn’t deny the way my breath hitched, pulse hastening as fantasies circled my mind. Maybe he wanted something more- maybe he felt the same.
“I know we said no strings…” he clicked his tongue, his eyes drifting across the room. “But what if I said I wanted to do this again?”
Heat rushed to my face. I felt giddy, like a high schooler again. I toyed with a loose thread in the duvet, swallowing down any hesitancies before speaking.
CW: school bully soap, enemies to lovers, cunnilingus, begging, crying, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms
Gender Neutral AFAB Reader
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This wasn’t how I expected my night to go. I swore I’d never step foot inside these brick walls again, especially not in a shirt that hugged my stomach so tight. Stepping inside the gymnasium, I could see myself sitting beneath the bleachers, swearing I’d never go to a single high school reunion- and yet a single “pretty please” was all it took to shatter my resolve.
The music blaring over the speakers was entirely too loud, drowning out the meager attempts at conversation. Cheap party delight decor hung on the walls- black and gold. Our school colors seemed more of an eyesore the longer I stared. I gripped my cup tight; the plastic crinkling under my grip as I tried to visualize being far, far away from here.
I let my gaze wander across the room, settling on my friend who had long since abandoned me. A grin spread across her face, eyes crinkling as she laughed. She twirled her hair around her finger, absorbed into the conversation surrounding her. Taking another sip of my drink, I pulled my phone from my pocket. Narrowing my eyes at the screen, I glanced at the clock. We’d only been here for ten minutes, and yet all I wanted to do was leave. I sighed, slowly stalking toward the refreshment table for another drink. Maybe if I got drunk enough, I'd forget about the years I spent inside these walls.
I reached for the lid of a cooler, stilling when a hand rested itself on mine. My gaze trailed up the arm, eyes meeting a familiar pair of cerulean irises. My pulse quickened, heart beating heavy in my ears.
John MacTavish.
He looked virtually unchanged, still had the same physique as he did during his rugby years. He’d traded in his frosted tips for an equally obnoxious mohawk, although I couldn’t deny it suited his face. A crooked smile spread across his face, his cocky attitude that’d brought me torment for so many years seemed to have never faded.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a soft laugh, his beryl eyes staring me down.
“Johnny!” a screech echoed through the room, drowning out the dated pop music. I let my eyes wander, settling on the figure rushing toward us. “Johnny, I can't believe it’s you!”
Even after half a decade, she wore her hair long, nearly down to her waist. Her fingers wrapped around the wrist of a small child, tugging them across the dance floor- so fast, their little legs couldn’t keep up. Catching in the light was John’s class ring, still hanging on the necklace he gave her. A green hue tinted her skin, following the chain.
I dropped my cup, turning on my heel toward the exit- the bright red lettering above the door luring me in. I pushed my weight against the door, slipping outside into the bitter chill of the evening. The music hushed as the door clicked back into place. To hell with rekindling friendships, and to hell with carpooling. I could feel my blood boiling with each passing second standing on this godforsaken campus.
I shoved my hand into my bag, pulling out my car keys. My boots clicked against the asphalt as I hurried toward my car. I dug my thumb into the key fob, my headlights flashing to life as I unlocked my car.
“Wait!” a voice called after me. I gritted my teeth, unwavering in my gait as I approached my car. “Please!”
Calloused fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling me back. I stilled, glancing over my shoulder, meeting the same pair of cerulean eyes. Any trace of self assuredness had vanished, leaving in its place a soft remorse, a panging guilt that brimmed behind his thick lashes. He looked pathetic, bags heavy under his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” His voice broke, coming out as more of a whimper than as a statement. “I know I was an ass.”
“Well, I'm glad you know now,” I scoffed, stepping forward. Another tug at my wrist pulled me back.
“Please-” he whined, sinking to his knees. I glanced up, watching my old classmates slowly trickle into the parking lot. Heat rose to my face as I felt the burning gaze of dozens of eyes.
“What do you want?! If this is about forgiveness, you can fucking forget about it-”
“Just give me a second chance!”
I narrowed my eyes, mouth agape at the words he’d just spoken. Turning on my heel, I faced him, crossing my arms over my chest. A deep blush settled over his cheeks, spreading down to his neck.
“I’ve had my eyes on you since the first day of secondary school-” his lips parted, but no sound escaped. He stared up at me with those deep eyes, pupils now swallowing up every bit of blue. His lips curled down into a frown, tears glistening in his eyes. “I’ve gone to therapy, I just-” he paused again, drawing in a shaky breath as he gathered his words. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
My heart fluttered, nausea swelling in my stomach. I wanted to curse, to tell him this act wasn’t fooling me. Wanted to yell at him, scream at him for all the years of torment he rained down on me- and yet something held me back. There’s something about seeing your bully groveling at your feet, tears running down his cheeks, that’s so gut-wrenching. The sight was as sickly sweet as the smell of rotten fruit, and yet I couldn’t help but take a bite.
“How do I know this isn’t another sick joke?”
“Let me take you out, I just want to show you I've changed.” He draped his hand over mine, holding it tight in his sweaty grasp. His lip quivered as he parted them to speak again. “Please, Bonnie.”
“Fine, but it’s on your dime.”
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I stared down at the text again.
“I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something nice.”
Glancing up in the mirror, I couldn’t help but stare at myself. Maybe this hugged me a little too tight, showed a bit too much skin. I bit down on my lip, toying with the fabric of my shirt.
A soft rap at the door drew my focus. Panic struck me, my stomach churning as I turned into the hallway. I reached toward the brass doorknob, knuckles blanching as I gripped it tight. Pulling the door open, I stared at the man before me. He’d ditched the casual clothes, opting instead for a dress shirt and navy slacks- suit jacket draped over his arm. It fit him well, hugging his toned muscles tight. His eyes widened as they settled on me, lips pursing as he whistled.
“Haven’t even taken ya to dinner, and I'm already looking at a full course meal,” he took a step back, eyes raking up my body.
“Johnny-” I crossed my arms over my stomach, pursing my lips into a thin line.
“Sorry- jus’ excited is all.” He held out his hand. Stepping forward, I laced my fingers with his. “C’mon, don’t want to miss the reservation, do we?”
He walked with a certain jaunt in his step, and a sense of exuberance. He all-too-eagerly opened the passenger side door for me. Glancing in the rear view, I watched as he fiddled with his mohawk, chest rising as he drew in a deep breath. I laughed to myself, amused by his nervousness.
I glanced around his car, feeling a sense of jealousy. My eyes drifted across the dash, equipped with all the newest gadgets. Some part of me still clung onto the hope that he’d peak in high school and spend the rest of his life bagging groceries- another part felt guilty for even imagining that. A third part of me, buried deep inside the mess of jumbled thoughts, hoped he deserved it. Maybe he could redeem himself- even enough for me to forgive him.
The engine roared to life, a guitar solo blasting over the radio. It sounded familiar, too familiar. My eyes widened as he turned off the radio, blush spreading over his cheeks. Countless memories rose from my subconscious, taunting names hurled at me, fingers pointing to the band tee I wore - my thumb digging into the volume button to drown out the torment. After all these years, he listens to them.
“You're into My Chemical Romance?” I said, raising an eyebrow. I couldn’t help the crooked smile that crept over my face.
“I, uh, picked them up a year after graduation,” he confessed. “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
“Well?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “Now you’ve got to tell me your favorite song. Come on.”
“Cemetery Drive.” He said without hesitation. Heat rushed to my face, settling beneath my skin. Hours upon hours of listening to that song on CD, and too many times full of tears, rose in my mind.
“A man after my own heart.”
“I sure hope so” he glanced down at me with a gentle smile. My stomach fluttered. A strange sensation built in my chest- one that reminded me of having a naïve crush as a kid. I felt a sort of giddiness, an odd sensation to come from a man like John MacTavish. Shrugging aside my anxieties, I leaned into it.
“I’d be a shame to not play it now, wouldn’t it?”
His smile dropped. Raising an arm, he pointed to the road ahead. I follow his gesture, my gaze landing on a building adorned in ornamental molding. A line of sports cars parked along the curb, attended by men in fine dress.
I’d seen this restaurant only in passing, never daring to step inside. It was the kind of place that would be on the cover of a foodie magazine, tiny dishes intricately plated, served on golden carts. The kind of place that served finely aged champagne in gold-plated flutes. I forced a smile, nodding as he spoke.
“I would if this wasn’t our stop.” He shrugged, pulling into a small lot beside the restaurant. I nodded, folding my hands in my lap- now suddenly worrying about my outfit again. I pushed open the door, slowly rising to my feet. Peering over the roof of the car, I met his piercing eyes, his thick brows furrowing.
“I was going to get the door for you.” He frowned. I shook my head, laughing at his disappointment. Circling the car, I looped my arm around his, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.
“You’re sweet, but you don't have to be so courteous. I can open my own doors.”
I walked in step with him through the French doors at the front of the restaurant. My lips parted in awe as I glanced up. An extravagant chandelier hung from the ceiling, adorned in crystals. Beams of refracted light projected onto the walls. Before us stood an array of tables draped in silk cover. The patrons were even more extravagant than the decor, dressed in frills and buttons. A pang of anxiety struck me. Swallowing down the worry, I leaned into Johnny, ignoring the growing sense that I didn’t belong here.
“Two?” the hostess said, holding leather-bound menus in her hands. I nodded, my mouth going dry.
“MacTavish, we’ve got a reservation.”
My thoughts blurred as we were led to a small table amidst the chaos of the dinner rush. He pulled out my seat, offering me a grin as I sat down. I grabbed one of the menus, flipping through the laminated pages. My gaze settled on the prices. Thirty dollars for a salad? I sighed, hoping he wouldn’t bat an eye if I ordered just a side.
“You don’t have to pay for my order,” I blurted out, gripping the menu tight. He cocked an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Course I do. I’m the one who asked you out.” He shrugged off my interjection.
I read through the prices once more- even a side of potatoes was fifteen dollars. Maybe I could feign illness? A stomachache? I just have to hope he won't offer to take me to a doctor. Fifty-two, seventy-six, sixty-eight- Christ, there isn’t anything that won't cost an arm and a leg!
“Bonnie- you okay?” He settled his hand over mine, face softened with concern. My lip quivered, guilt slipping out of me.
“I just don’t normally go to places like this.” i confessed. “I mean, it’s nice! Thank you for taking me here! I’m just a little bit out of my comfort zone.” A nervous laugh fell from my dry lips.
His lips curled down into a frown. The look he gave me filled me with remorse, pulling a shaky breath through my teeth, i parted my lips to speak once more.
“I’m sorry. I haven’t been on a first date in years. I just kind of…Googled where to take you.” He glanced around the room, sweat beading at his brow.
“Ignoring Google…where would you want to take me on a first date?” I let my gaze settle on his cerulean eyes, my tense muscles easing up as he locked eyes with me. “Don’t say something pretentious, just answer honestly.”
He sighed, his shoulders dropping from his ears. Nodding, he spoke, filled with a new sense of confidence hidden behind grand gestures and assumption.
“There's a pub just down the street with good drinks and food,” he answered.
I smiled, rising to my feet. Dozens of eyes settled on me. Instead of conjuring anxiety and shame from me, they only embroiled me in esteem. I held out my hand for John, lacing my fingers with his.
“Lead the way then, Mr. Chivalrous.”
I tucked myself under his arm in an attempt to hide away from the chill in the air. He let out a satisfied hum, his hand settling on my waist. We stopped in front of a small brick building, Irish flags hanging from the awning. A bell softly chimed as he pushed the door open. The bartender greeted us from behind the mahogany bar, narrowing his eyes as he glimpsed our outfits.
“Did you two get lost? That French joint is down the street.” He gestured toward the door.
“Nah, we’re definitely in the right place.” John shook his head. “Give me a glass of Macallan.”
He glanced down at me, raising an eyebrow.
“And a Crown and Coke.” I added.
His dress shoes clicked against the floor as he stepped toward a booth. With a wave of his hand, he slid into the booth, draping his arm over the back of the leather seats. I followed, picking up my feet from the sticky floor. The hardwood reeked of stale beer, and yet it was comforting compared to the chaos of the restaurant before. I fit myself in the nook of his arm, fitting perfectly like a puzzle. He draped his suit jacket over my shoulders. I hummed, taking in a whiff of his cologne.
The glasses clattered against the tabletop. I offered a smile toward the bartender before turning my attention back to John. I held out my glass, clinking it against his.
“To second chances.” I grinned.
Tilting the glass back, I let the familiar burn of the whiskey run over my throat, dulled by the sweetness of the cola.
“Besides becoming emo, what else have you been up to after secondary?”
“I uh, work for the military now.” He said, taking another swig of his drink.
“Wow. shooting bad guys.” I nodded, feigning surprise.
“No, no, well…yes, but I deal with munitions…like a logistics kind of thing.” He set his glass on the tabletop, letting his arm fall around my waist. “What about yourself?”
“Programming is my day job.” i said, taking another sip from my glass- hoping that it would make me forget about it for a moment longer. He seemed to perk up, lips parting as he asked again.
“What’s your night job then?” Something stirred in him, as if he was silently placing a bet in his head.
“Artist. Mixed media.” I said, pursing my lips to hide the growing grin.
“I knew it! You always were talented.” He slapped his palm against the table. “I remember your piece at the senior art show…that piece with all the cassette tapes!” he reminisced, shaking his head. I laughed, remembering the aches in my fingers that seemed to last for weeks- and the countless hours spent unwinding tapes.
“Yeah! I still do stuff like that. I just recently had an exhibit at a local gallery.”
“Damnit, I wish I could’ve seen it.” He sighed, his grin dropping.
“It’s okay, you can always come to the next one.”
Silence grew between us, our eyes meeting now and then between sips and soft hums. I leaned into him, my cheek resting against his chest. Grinning once more, he let his chin rest on the top of my head.
Needless to say, it felt surreal. I viewed him now as more of an old friend than a bygone enemy. He really had changed, so drastically in fact, that I could feel the words nearly on the end of my tongue.
“I forgive you.”
But not yet. Not now. I didn’t want to pierce the blissful silence- didn’t want this moment in his arms to end just yet.
The ice rattled in my empty glass, clattering as I set it on the tabletop. Warmth blossomed beneath my skin as the booze ran through my veins. Any remaining tension melted away with the warmth of the whiskey.
The booth squeaked as he moved to stand. My gaze followed him, brows furrowing as he turned away. Glancing over his shoulder, his deep voice rumbled in his chest.
“Hitting the bathroom. Keep my seat warm,” he said with a grin.
My hands drifted to the jacket around my shoulders, fingers toying with the fabric. It still radiated warmth. The soft silk lining grazed against my skin. Looking up, I glanced around the bar. Groups of people clustered around the high tops, laughter and chatter ringing out across the venue. Classic rock blared over the speakers, a whining guitar solo melding with the voices. I could feel the beat of the drum through the floor, vibrations shaking the wall with every kick. The instruments soon faded out into silence. I clicked my tongue, tapping my toes against the floor. A familiar drum beat stole my attention. One I'd heard on repeat through dollar store headphones.
As if pulled straight out of a cheesy romance movie, he stepped in front of the booth, hand extended for me.
He was almost unrecognizable from his high school years, once filled with so much anger- that facade had seemingly vanished. I would’ve kicked myself for ever giving him a chance, even seeing his face again- and yet I couldn’t help but stand and take his hand in mine.
“Oh my god, you’re cheesy.”
As if rehearsed, we fell into step. His arms fell to my waist. Leaning in, I looped my arms around the back of his neck. Our feet followed the beat, in, and out, in, and out. His lips parted, miming the lyrics as the chorus blared over the speakers. I laughed, letting my head fall forward. Pressing my cheek against his lapel, I could feel his heart pounding against his chest. His pulse raced, even faster than the beat.
His palm splayed over the small of my back, thumb softly stroking along the fabric of my shirt. Our strides grew shorter, hips swaying along to the beat as the instrumentals grew softer, the vocals turning to more of a whisper than a melody. As the droning guitar cut out, we stilled- even as the next song began. I pulled away, meeting his gaze. Almost instinctually, I leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft kiss.
I could feel my head spinning, pulse hastening as his chapped lips brushed against mine. Not daring to break the kiss, I moved my lips against his, feeling his hot breath on my skin. He cradled my cheek in his palm, humming against my lips.
Pulling back to catch my breath, I was met with the deep navy of his irises. His eyes seemed darker, pupils dilating as his gaze settled on me. A deep blush settled on his cheeks, spreading down to his neck like a fever.
“You know how you wanted to see my exhibit?” I asked, letting my gaze drift down to his lips. “I’ve got a lot of the pieces back at my apartment if you wanted to see.”
“Yeah!” he said, a bit too enthusiastically. His eyes widened, “okay.” He sputtered, fiddling with his pockets. His keys clattered as he took them in his hand. He held out his arm for me. With a smile creeping across my face, I held onto his arm. As we walked past the bar, he pulled a crumpled bill from his pocket, sliding it toward the bartender. The man nodded, scrubbing a glass with a sponge.
The ride was filled with silent jitteriness. We both had a sense of what was coming. The invitation was more than just an innocent look around- we could read through the subtext- peel back the layers of each others desire. We let the music play over the speakers, his hand drifting past the center console and onto my thigh.
Pulling into a parking space, he softly clicked his tongue. The hum of the engine cut out, cabin lights stirring to life, filling the car with a soft yellow light. He turned to me, offering me a soft smile as he pushed the door open.
Stepping out of the elevator, I grasped my key tight between my fingers. Whether it was anticipation or anxiety running through my blood, I couldn’t tell. I pushed the door open, stepping into my apartment. Sliding my hand along the wall, I flicked the light switch. Light flooded the apartment, illuminating every canvas on the wall, every sculpture sitting on the table, every stitch in the blankets draped over my couch. He glanced around the living room, mouth agape in awe.
“You weren’t kidding when you said mixed media.” He stepped toward a large canvas hanging over my dining table. Specks of color and collage cluttered the canvas, converging into a silhouette. Ribbons of cassette tape spools drifted off the canvas, fluttering as the air conditioning rolled through the room. I kicked off my shoes, stepping past the entryway.
“I think you’ll like this one.” i said, pointing to another canvas. Two figures standing across from each other, adorned in flowers, eerily similar to an album cover. Thick layers of oil paints protruded from the canvas, petals jumping off the canvas. He stared in silence, eyes tracing over every detail, following every brush stroke, every dip of my pallet knife.
He turned to me, eyes glossy, with tears. My eyes widened, stepping forward, I cradled his face in my hands. I brushed away the tears that fell from his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He laughed, draping his hand over mine.
“For what?! Don't tell me that painting made you cry.” I laughed.
He shook his head, pushing my hands away. Pursing my lips, I laced my fingers with his.
“I’m sorry for being so mean to you.” He sniffled, wiping away a stray tear with his sleeve. I hummed, shifting my weight onto one foot. My lips parted as if to speak, but I wasn’t sure I had the guts to say what I wanted. I stared down at the floor, at the boots I'd meticulously chosen tonight- saved for special occasions and not yet broken in.
“Why were you so mean to me?” I glanced up, meeting his gaze. His breath hitched. The question was unexpected, but not unwanted. He turned his head, letting his gaze drift across the clutter. He squeezed my hands, drawing in a deep breath through his crooked nose.
“I couldn’t cope,” he said slowly, not daring to meet my eyes. “We didn’t have a lot. My family. That’s why I ended up enlisting. Wanted to get enough to put food on the table.” He paused, pursing his lips into a thin line. Sighing, he continued. “I think I was just so tired, working and caring for my sisters. I was so angry at everything.” His blue eyes were on me again, his tears now dry. Something different welled in his eyes- relief.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against his.
“I forgive you,” I spoke against his lips.
The words ignited something in him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him, chest to chest. His heart raced, pounding against his skin. I moaned against his lips, feeling his tongue brush against my bottom lip. He licked into my mouth, tongue swirling against my own. Pulling away, I caught my breath.
Letting my arms fall, I stepped back, turning on my heel toward the hallway. His shoes clicked against the floor, following me into the bedroom. The mattress dipped beneath me as I kneeled on the edge of the bed. I settled myself against the pillows, turning onto my back. He bit down on his lip, fingers hastily undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. He let it fall to the floor, discarded along with his dress shoes.
His body was toned, muscles flexing beneath his skin- undoubtedly because of his military training. He slotted himself between my parted legs, lips crashing against mine. The kiss was heated, desperate. He rolled his hips against me. Moaning against his lips, I crossed my ankles behind his back.
His lips trailed down my jaw, soft kisses turning to bites and licks. I moaned, tilting my head to the side to bare my neck to him. I bit down on my lip, feeling warmth spread through my core as he bit down on my pulse.
“Johnny,” I whined, rutting my hips against the tent in his slacks. He groaned, nearly animalistic. His hands gripped the fat of my thighs, fingertips sinking into my skin. Slipping my hands between our bodies, I gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my shoulders. He pulled away, moaning at the sight of my bare chest. His cock twitched in his pants, a dark wet patch slowly growing at the front of his slacks.
I carded my fingers through his mohawk, gripping tight just to pull him back into a chaste kiss. He kissed down my neck, over my collarbones. My fingers tensed around his brown locks as his lips wrapped around one of my nipples. My back arched off of the mattress, a moan falling from my lips as I pushed into his touch.
Pulling off with a soft pop, he trailed lower, marking over my ribs and down to my stomach. He pulled away, eyes raking up my body.
“Perfect,” he cooed, nipping at the rolls of my stomach. I drew in shallow breaths, panting as he undid the button at the front of my pants. He eased the fabric over my hips, letting his touch linger on my love handles. I eased my hips off the bed just enough for him to tug the cotton down my thighs. A soft noise fell from his lips as his eyes settled on my dripping core. Tossing my pants and underwear aside, he let his hands rest atop my knees, gently pushing them apart. I bit down on my lip, watching as he took in every inch of my bare body.
“Can’t tell you how many nights I've dreamed of this.” He spoke between kisses, his lips trailing up my inner thigh.
“Johnny-” I whined.
“Bein’ serious. Always wondered what you'd taste like.” His kisses drew closer and closer to my core. My breaths hastened, my head spinning with desire and hypoxia. I sighed, feeling his tongue lick a thick stripe up my core. My head fell back against the pillows, eyelids fluttering as he feverishly tasted me. He moaned against my cunt, igniting sparks of pleasure that shot up my spine.
“Tastes as pretty as it looks” he mumbled against my core. I couldn’t help the pathetic whimper that ran off my tongue. Reaching forward, I tangled my fingers in his locks.
His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking gently. Soft noises rose in the back of his throat, vibrations shooting through me like bullets. I pleaded, mumbling soft praises and pleas through heavy breaths. His brows furrowed, mattress squeaking as he rutted his hips against the covers. He shook his head, nuzzling impossibly closer. His face glistened with my arousal, droplets clinging to his stubble like early morning dew.
I lost myself in the pleasure, muscles tensing and easing. Sweat oozed from my pores, running down the divot in my sternum. My heart pounded in my ears, the anxieties from before replaced with unbridled lust. I called out his name; the syllables tasting even sweeter on my tongue. His muffled whines and grunts grew louder- drawn out.
I gasped, feeling his fingertips prod at my entrance. My fingers tensed around his locks. A long string of moans fell from my tongue, filling the room. He pushed in, sliding inside my heat. I fluttered around the digits, twitching as he curled the pads of his fingers. Pressure built in the pit of my stomach, hot and heavy- moving slow like honey. My toes curled, thighs squeezing around his face, framing his features. I glanced down, drinking in the sight. His expression was dripping with desperation, hips rolling against the mattress. He looked up at me with half-lidded eyes- with hunger in his glare.
“Johnny- I'm close.” My voice was barely above a whisper. I sniffled, rolling my hips against his mouth.
His fingers pistoned inside me, curling with every thrust forward. His hips moved erratically, springs squealing under the pressure. My stomach tensed, cunt clenching around his digits. Incoherent babbles slipped from my parted lips. My tendons pulled taut, like the strings on a marionette, fueled by the fervor of his lips.
I choked out his name, tears falling from my eyes. Pleasure surged through my body, nerve endings igniting with a spark. My back arched off the mattress, hips jutting forward against his lips. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, blood surging through every artery. I gasped, taking in heaving breaths of air. He pulled away, moaning softly as he pressed a chaste kiss to my thighs.
John MacTavish- a man who spent so many years tormenting me- had made me cum. I glanced down in awe, my eyes wide as I took in the sight before me. Damp curls stuck to his forehead, sweat beading down his temples. His plush lips glistened with my arousal- even in the low light. His lips parted, chest heaving as he took in deep breaths. A deep blush spread over his bronze skin. He moaned, rolling onto his side. I glimpsed at the mess at the front of his pants. A dark wet spot stained the fabric, his cock- still hard- straining against the confines.
John MacTavish didn’t just make me cum- he made himself cum just from eating me out.
“Did you...” My words faltered, lips parting in silent awe at the scene before me.
“Hard not to when you’re moanin' in my ear like a songbird,” he confessed. He shifted onto his knees, palming his cock through the slacks. “Grippin’ my fingers like a vice- think I wanna feel it again.”
“Johnny-”
“Please, Bonnie.” He rolled his hips against his open palm, whimpering at the feeling. “Wanna feel your pussy so bad.”
I sat up, running my fingers along his belt. Slipping my fingertips beneath the leather, I swiftly undid the buckle, pulling the leather free from his belt loops. He stared down at me, softly pouting as I pulled open his fly. He hastily shoved the slacks down his toned thighs, whining as his cock sprung free. He was thick, hanging heavily between his legs. His cockhead was flushed, leaking, begging for release- and covered in his spend. He kicked off his pants, whimpering as he took his length in his hand.
“I need you so bad.” He moaned, settling between my hips. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, guiding his cockhead to my entrance. I gasped, feeling hip nudge inside me.
“Take me, Johnny.”
He slipped inside of me, cock twitching as he bottomed out. Tears ran down his cheeks, dripping onto the sheets below us. He shuddered, rolling his hips forward. His pace was slow, cock dragging against every inch of my insides. He whined, savoring the feeling of my cunt, exhaling a shaky breath as I fluttered around his length.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, keeping him flush against my body. Heat radiated from him, the kind of heat I wanted to curl up next to, never letting go. I looped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. He whined against my lips, muttering softly.
“I’m sorry” he cried, hips moving faster as he sank into the feeling of my cunt. “‘M so sorry.”
The headboard thumped against the wall, mattress squeaking with every harsh thrust of his hips. He pistoned his cock deep inside me, brushing past my cervix and hitting every nerve ending inside me. I felt full- to the brim- full of his cock, and full of want. My nails sank into his shoulders, sure to leave behind angry red crescents that would last for days.
“It's okay- I,” my words were cut off by a moan. His hips moved as if on their own, driven only by need. His hands grabbed at my body, my stomach, my thighs, my chest, anything within reach. Leaning close, his lips met mine in a heated kiss, tongue prodding at my mouth. Parting my lips for him, I moaned at the intrusion of his tongue.
Every thrust of his hips was delicious, even addictive. My nerves ignited in fury, hot like burning embers. I fell limp under his touch, my head falling back against the pillows. I softly pleaded, babbling out praises and curses like a prayer under my breath.
“So good, you feel so good-” he sputtered, his brows furrowing as the sensation overwhelmed him. His eyes screwed shut, dampened lashes framing his lids perfectly. Another hot tear ran down his cheek, dripping onto my chest. “Please, need you-”
“You’ve got me, Johnny.”
My words sparked something in him, his cerulean eyes opening wide. His body contorted, fingers tensing tight around my hips. Broken sobs clawed their way out of his chest, echoing around the room like a sultry song. His hips kept the pace of a broken melody, stuttering and stumbling as he came inside of me.
He reached between our bodies, quickly finding my clit. His fingertips made hasty circles, pushing me over the edge. I moaned out his name, my throat hoarse and sore.
His arm slid under my back, tugging me into the warmth of his chest. Grunting, he turned onto his back, settling me over his hips. His fingers dug into the fat of my ass, spreading me just enough for him to slide back inside of me. His breath hitched, tears flooding his cerulean eyes as he fucked himself into overstimulation.
“Tell me you’re mine,” his voice was broken, breath shaky as he drew in from his parted lips. His eyes were red, cheeks blotchy from the tears that couldn’t seem to stop.
“I’m yours-” I sputtered, rolling my hips against him. My thighs ached, lactic acid building in my muscles. I drew in a breath, the freezing air hitting my burning lungs.
“Again-” he sobbed.
“I’m yours!” I repeated, my ass slapping against his thighs with every rut. The sound echoed through the room, punctuated by gasps and whimpers.
“Again-” he repeated, more tears spilling from his glimmering eyes,
“I’m yours, Johnny!” My hips slammed down once more, cunt seizing around his length as another orgasm washed through me. I fell forward, my chest meeting his. He cried, sobbing out my name through his tears. My pulse raced, pounding against my eardrums- muffling his soft noises. My chest heaved as I drew in gasping breaths. My head spun, thoughts fading into nothing- replaced only by the feeling of his hands on my body. He whined, pouting as his soft cock slipped out of me. Thick ropes of cum ran down my thighs, pooling in the divot of his hip. His fingers tensed around my hips, nearly bruising.
“Put it back in, please. Need to feel you-” he babbled. I reached behind, grazing my fingers along his balls. A pathetic whimper left his chest, more tears threatening to spill. Cooing softly, I grabbed his chin between my fingers. Breathlessly, I spoke.
“Just lay here with me, Johnny.” I spoke, my voice just above a whisper. He sniffled, his bottom lip quivering. Even now- a decade later- there was still something so childlike about him, buried in the wrinkles of his skin, hiding behind his pout. Assuredly, I stroked my thumb along his jawline, the stubble tickling the pads of my fingers. “I won’t leave you, Johnny.”
He sighed, releasing the breath he held onto so close. His pout faded, lips now curling into a soft smile. Relief washed over him, loosening the tension that had settled in his ligaments. He draped his arms over my bare back, keeping me close to his pounding heart.
I sank into his touch, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest soothing me like an old rocking chair. His hold felt familiar- comforting- soothing every worry that popped into my head. My eyes fluttered closed, sleep softly tugging on my lashes.
“I love you.” His voice cut through the silence. I smiled, my cheek pressed flush against his chest.
“Love you too,” I spoke, my words laced with drowsiness.
CW: chastity, cock cages, fisting, dom/sub, overstimulation, vaginal sex
Gender Neutral AFAB Reader
WC 3.1k
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
John Mactavish was a man dedicated to his country. At the age of seventeen and nine months, he enlisted, pouring his soul into his work. He rose through ranks, going from taking orders to dishing them out on fine china.
The stress took a toll on him. I knew this from the first time we met. He spoke with a quiver in his voice, shaky breaths escaping his plush lips. He nervously twiddled his thumbs, shoulders up to his ears as he tucked himself away in the booth. His cerulean eyes nervously darted around as he told me every dirty fantasy of his- how his career demanded him to be domineering, but in the pit of his stomach, he knew he was meant to be nothing more than a submissive groveling at the feet of his master.
As more obscenities fell from his tongue and more whiskey flowed over the back of his throat, he inched closer. Courage brewed in his chest, shoulders easing into a relaxed position. I sat quietly, staring at him with half-lidded eyes over the rim of my drink, hiding the crooked smirk that crept across my face.
When he finally fell silent, I returned his gaze, my eyes drifting over his exasperated expression- the kind of look someone would give you after running in sweltering heat. The look of submission- recognition that he wanted to be nothing more than a toy. It was only after that- relinquishing any remaining compulsory masculinity that I stood, twirling my car keys around my finger.
“Where are you going?” he stood, tugging his jacket over his shoulders in a hurry.
“My place. You’re coming with me.”
And so we fell into a sort of pattern, meeting discreetly during breaks from service, conversing in the early hours of the morning, hiding gifts inside plainly dressed packages. Our relationship was held in the pictures hidden in secret albums, in the silver necklace tucked beneath his uniform, resurfacing whenever he wanted- needed a break from it all.
“ETA 2215”
I stared at the message, mindlessly fiddling with the chain in my hand. The silver softly clinked as I twirled the key between my fingertips. I glanced up at the clock in the corner of my screen, biting down on my bottom lip. I pressed my thumb into the button at the side of my phone, staring at my reflection as the screen went black.
A soft knock drew my attention. Rising from the couch, I approached the door. The wood paneling creaked beneath my feet with every step. Clasping the key around my neck, I sighed, reaching out to grab the doorknob.
He had a pitiful look on his face, soaked in desperation. His body tensed, shoulders raising as his gaze settled on me. I turned on my heel, stepping aside from the door.
“Come in,” I stated plainly. A shaky breath left his lips. From behind, I could hear the soft click of the lock as it shifted into place. His bag dropped to the floor, resting beside the coat rack. “You’ve been wearing it like I told you?”
“Yes,” his voice wavered.
Turning back to face him, I let my gaze drift south, settling on the faint outline beneath his jeans. A silver key matching my own hung around his neck, but I know he’d never dare to use it and go against my wishes. He didn’t have a defiant bone in his body- maybe that’s why he chose the military.
“Down,” I commanded, stepping in front of him. He followed my command, falling to his knees, folding his hands neatly in his lap. I shifted my weight onto one foot, kicking the other one forward. The toe of my boot grazed along his cock. He twitched, a soft noise falling from his lips. I tapped harder, pulling a whine from his chest.
“Please-” his brows furrowed, pupils dilating as he looked up at me. He pursed his lips, concealing the gentle quiver in them. I sighed, taking in the look he gave me, melancholy brimming behind those deep blue eyes. It was the type of look that could sway you in an instant, pull you in, and keep you stuck. I drew in a sharp breath through my teeth, ignoring the heat pooling in my core.
“Use your words,” I cooed, leaning down close enough to feel his breath against my skin. “Tell me what you want.”
I reached out, skimming my fingertips along his jawline. He sighed, sinking into my touch.
“Want you to fuck the thoughts out of my head.”
I hummed, my lips curling into a soft smile. My fingertips slipped beneath his chin, tilting his head up.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I praised. His gaze dropped to my lips, want welling behind his eyelids. “Come on,”
My arm fell to my side, my posture straightening as I stepped forward. I heard his footsteps following behind me as I turned into the bedroom.
“On the bed,” I spoke bluntly, gesturing toward the bed with my hand. He wordlessly nodded, mattress springs creaking as he sat on the edge of the bed. I stood before him, nudging my finger into his chest, urging him to lie down. His cerulean eyes kept trained on me as he reclined, brimming with anticipation.
I settled my hand on his waist, slipping my thumb under the bronze button at the front of his jeans. A deep blush settled over his cheeks, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watched my fingers work. He grunted, easing his hips off the bed as I tugged the denim down his thighs. The fabric pooled around his ankles, then fell to the floor as he kicked the fabric away.
His cock strained against the cage, his balls flushed, begging for release. I trailed my fingertips down his chest, over the divots in his muscles, before settling my palm on the cage. The silver metal glimmered in the dim lighting. I slipped my finger beneath the lock, holding it between my fingertips.
“Poor thing, practically begging for release.” I tapped my palm against his balls, relishing the way he twitched, whining under his breath.
He stared down at me with half-lidded eyes, an expression on his face so entrenched in need. A need to be broken and used, to be spoiled with affection. It’d been a number of weeks since I'd seen those doe eyes, heard those little noises in person, without the static of a phone in between our voices. I licked my lips, desperate to taste the sweat on his skin.
The hardwood floor was cold against my knees as I kneeled before him. Leaning in, I ran my tongue over his balls, my eyes fluttering closed as the sweet sound of his voice filled the room. I slipped my hands under his knees, pushing his knees to his chest. Pulling away, I let my gaze drop to his hole, adorned with short dark curls. He turned his head, covering his face with his arm, a deep blush spread across his face.
“Stop staring,” he whined.
I huffed out a laugh, cutting off his protests with my tongue. A moan slipped past my lips as I circled his hole. Soft pleas left his chest, hanging heavy in the air as my grip on his thighs tightened. He gripped the sheets, Knuckles blanching under the force of his hold. I ran my tongue up his taint before settling my mouth on his balls. Parting my lips, I took the soft skin into my mouth, sucking gently.
Pulling off with a soft pop, I turned to the nightstand. My fingers wrapped around a small glass bottle. Pushing down on the plunger, I spread a thick line over two fingers. My eyes fixated on the digits as I circled his hole, gently pushing in with my fingertips. I watched as he swallowed the digits up, lube running down his ass and soaking into the duvet. He sighed out a shaky breath, pursing his lips as I curled my fingertips.
“You’ve been training, I can feel it.” I tilted my head, taking in the exasperated look on his face. His thick brows knitted, contorting into something between pain and pleasure. Wordlessly, he nodded. “Holes sucking me in.”
“More- please,” he spoke, voice shaking with each syllable.
“Desperate, aren’t you?” I teased, sliding a third digit alongside the others. He reached toward his cage, draping his hand over the metal with a whine. “We’ll see how much you can take.”
I pistoned my fingers in and out of his hole, knuckles thumping against his taint with every thrust forward. He tossed his head to the side, jaw going slack as a stream of desperate moans left his lungs. Tears welled in his eyes, glistening in the dim lighting.
His soft noises drew me in, igniting something deep in my chest. I leaned forward, pressing kisses on his inner thighs. I leaned into him, cheek meeting his soft skin. My tongue darted out, licking over his thigh. Following behind, my teeth sank into his flesh, lips curling into a grin as he squirmed beneath me. His hole clenched around my fingers, cock twitching within the confines of the cold cage.
I could feel him opening up, taking in my fingers greedily. His body was begging for more, craving the stretch. Strings of precum beaded down the cage, flushed cockhead leaking even more with every thrust. His thighs quivered, chest heaving as I pushed deeper inside of him.
I added a fourth finger, watching as he choked out a sob. Spit ran down the corners of his lips, sliding down his jawline as he thrashed beneath me. He gripped my wrist, fingers digging into my skin with a bruising pressure. He didn’t push me away, didn’t dare to break away from the pleasure. His hold on my wrist remained with every thrust of my hand. A purple hue tinged his balls, so painfully heavy and begging for release. His cock bounced with the force of my fingers, lock rattling with every jolt.
“More-”
I huffed, lifting the bottle of lube. My finger pushed down on the plunger, squirting a generous amount over his hole. The liquid ran down my wrist, dripping onto the covers. A dark wet spot grew beneath his ass, soaking into the fabric.
I pushed my thumb inside, pressing against my middle finger as I slid deeper inside him. I could feel him sucking me in, clenching around my fingers as I eased my hand inside him. He cried, tears streaming down his face.
“Please! Please!” he sobbed, squirming beneath me.
I pushed forward, watching as he swallowed me up to the knuckle. His jaw clenched, teeth gritting as I stretched him open. Slowly, his insides gave way, taking me past the knuckle. I shallowly thrusted my fist, pushing in further with every rut forward, claiming his insides as my own.
“Fuck!” he cried as I sank wrist-deep inside of him. He dropped his arms to his sides, sighing exasperatingly as I stilled inside him. I spread more of the sticky lubricant over his hole and down to my wrist. Setting the bottle aside, I looked down, eyes transfixed on his hole- twitching, and stretched open to accommodate my fist.
“You’re just about the prettiest bracelet I own.”
A whine rumbled deep in the back of his throat, forlorn and despondent, rising in pitch until it contorted into a yelp. Cum leaked from his cage, spurting onto his thighs in thick stripes. His chest rose erratically, panting breaths falling from his parted lips. His dark curls clung to his forehead, drenched in sweat.
“Hope you didn’t think I'd stop after coming once”
I thrusted my hand forward, pushing even deeper inside him, taking him past my wrist. A string of curses left his lips, growing louder as I thrusted into him at a steady pace. Lewd squelches filled the room, lube leaking from his hole as I fucked him harder. My eyes trailed up. Settling just below his navel, watching his stomach bulge- ever so slightly with every thrust. I settled my hand on his abdomen, pushing deep enough to feel my fist move inside him, under the toned muscles and short hair at his navel. He bit down on his lip, fingers digging into the sheets behind him. His muscles tensed, moving under his tan skin. Sweat glistened on his body, catching the light overhead. He grounded his heels into the mattress, shifting his weight.
“Fuck yeah- oh fuck yeah-” he grunted, moving his hips against mine, pushing my fist further inside. I sped up, fucking into him faster, following the rhythm of his hips. I felt the tension slowly dissipate as he took in another inch of my wrist, nearly a quarter up my forearm. He looked down, watching as I stretched him out. His doe eyes glazed over, fluttering closed as he sank into the feeling of my fist.
“I’m gonna cum-” he whined.
I kept my pace, looking deep into his eyes as I fucked him. The deep blush dusted across his cheeks crawled lower, spreading over his neck and chest, blossoming into a red. His moans grew louder, loud enough to warrant noise complaints- complaints which would soon be discarded alongside the others. Each moan and whine sounded like a song, ringing in my ears, punctuated by the wet sounds of his hole.
His quads tensed, hips shifting to angle my fist deeper. He threw his head back, eyes rolling painfully to the back of his head. His lips parted in a silent scream, chest stilling as he held his breath. His hole pulsed around my hand, twitching and quivering as more come leaked from his caged cock. His thighs a mess- covered in cum and sweat, tensing as he slowly came down from his climax.
I slowly pulled my hand out, moaning as I took in the sight of his gaped hole, dripping in lube. He clenched around nothing, aching for more. I bit down on my lip, reaching for the chain around my neck, pulling it off along with the loose-fitting shirt covering my chest. Holding the key between my teeth, I undid the button at the front of my jeans, hurriedly pushing the denim down my hips. Cerulean eyes settled on my bare body, watching as I stepped closer.
Swinging a leg over his hip, I settled myself on his thighs. I grabbed the small lock atop the cage, holding it steady as I pushed the key inside. With a soft click, the lock came undone. I clicked my tongue, pulling the cage off of his sensitive cock. He groaned, looking down at my hands as I freed him from the constraints of the steel.
“Think you’ve got another one in you.” I spoke plainly, fingers wrapping around the base of his length.
“I don’t-”
“That wasn’t a question,” I interrupted. I slowly stroked him, drinking in the whimpers he offered me. His thighs tensed, hands pawing at my hips; begging for what- I couldn’t tell. His cock stiffened in my hold, twitching with every brush of my fingertips. So sensitive and needy after being tucked away for so long. I guided his cock to my core, already dripping in anticipation. He shuddered as his cockhead nudged at my entrance.
“Be a good boy and stay still,” I spat, sinking down onto his length.
My eyelids fluttered closed as his length stretched me out. Too many nights spent mindlessly working at my clit with a vibrator seemed now like nothing compared to the feeling of him splitting me open. How such a thick cock could fit in that cage- I didn’t know. Nothing but my plaything.
I bottomed out, my ass meeting his thighs. His breath quickened, growing shallower. His nails sank into my skin, sure to leave behind little reminders of his affection in the morning. With a soft hum, I started a steady rhythm, moving my hips against him. He whined, tears and snot running down his blotchy cheeks. Incoherent babbles fell from his spit-soaked lips like drool.
My head fell forward, voice contorting in desperation as I rode him with fervor. The sound of our bodies meeting filled my ears, melding with his voice. Heat pooled in my stomach, building with every prod of his cockhead against my insides. He filled me deliciously, nearly addictively- his pawing hands only adding to the sensation. My breath quickened, exhales coming out as needy moans and praises.
My thoughts slowly faded, swirling behind my eyes- the hypoxia and arousal so exquisitely blurring into pure pleasure. I clenched around him, my orgasm drawing near. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to his in a messy, heated kiss. I sank into his chest, hips rutting against his, pushing me closer and closer into bliss.
“I can’t-” he pleaded against my lips.
“You will,” I grunted, fucking myself harder onto his cock. I pulled away, taking in the sight of his fucked-out frame. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around his throat, gently squeezing the sides of his neck. He took in a gasping breath, going limp against the mattress.
The building heat in my stomach burst, wrapping around my limbs, slow-moving honey that pooled in my joints. Pleasure ignited in my spine, jolting up my back, pulsing with every drag against my insides. My skin tingled, nerve endings throbbing in overstimulation. Sweat oozed from my pores and over my heated skin. I cried out, riding out my orgasm, cunt milking a third one out of him. Warmth spread through my insides, running down my thighs and pooling in the divot of his pelvis. I let go, falling into him as I basked in the aftershocks- his cock still twitching inside of me.
“Fuck-” I cursed, my chest heaving erratically as I caught my breath.
“Please-” he babbled, “please-” he drew out the syllable, sputtering out a whine.
“I’m done- I’m done,” I cooed.
Sighing, I pulled away, his soft cock flopping against his stomach, still leaking. I fell to his side, tangling my limbs with his. My cheek met his chest, heart thumping hard enough for me to hear. I hummed soft praises, offering little noises as our breaths evened, falling into sync. His hand dropped to my back, thumb slowly stroking my skin. A smile crept across my face, peace taking the place of exhaustion.
“I wasn’t too rough?” I asked, lifting my head to meet his gaze. He shook his head, his lips curling up into a soft grin.
“You were perfect,” he spoke softly, as to not disturb the peace settling between us. I nodded, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. 23:42
“Can I get you anything?” I shifted my weight onto an elbow, rising just enough to take in the sour expression on his face.
“Don’t even think about leaving now,” he frowned, wrapping his arms around my back. He pulled me closer, our chests meeting; heartbeat against heartbeat. Leaning forward, I pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose.
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“Y’ know what I’d go for right now?”
I looked up from my phone, glancing at the sergeant in the mirror. He leaned against the lockers, a crooked grin spread wide across his face. My gaze trailed down his body, over his dampened skin, following the water droplets that ran down his sternum. The waistband of his boxers hung low, showing off his hipbones and the veins that jutted out just below his navel.
I looked over my shoulder, glancing down at my lieutenant as his fingers skillfully undid his quick lace boots. He only offered the Scot a grunt as he tucked away his shoes into a locker.
“A nice warm cunt.”
I rolled my eyes, thumb swiping over my screen as I scrolled to the next post. The sergeant tugged a pair of thick cotton sweats over his thighs, letting the elastic snap against his navel.
“Could go into town, find yourself a lay,” Simon hummed, grasping the hem of his shirt. In one swift motion, he tugged the fabric over his chest, letting it drop onto the bench. I seized my lip between my teeth, eyes trained on the way his muscles tensed and flexed. Dark marks adorned the pale skin of his chest, complemented by thin scratch marks, undoubtedly made by my hand.
“I've fucked em all five times over,” Soap huffed, letting his body drop onto the bench. The bolts squealed under the jolt of his force. “‘Need somethin’ fresh. Somethin’ new.”
Heat pooled underneath my skin, blooming in my face as the piercing gaze of Simon's deep eyes met my own. My thighs tensed, clenching tightly as warmth sparked between my legs, only growing hotter and hotter as filthy thoughts nestled themselves in the grooves of my brain.
“I might know someone.” The Brit crossed his arms over his toned chest, pulling his eyes away from me, shifting his attention to his subordinate. A deep laugh rumbled in the Scot's chest, like that of a contented cat. Shaking his head, he parted his lips to speak.
“What’s the catch?” He leaned against the row of lockers, pursing his lips into a thin line. One eyebrow cocked with suspicion.
“Catch is I get to join too,” he leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at his comrade. The Scot’s lips curled into a crooked smile, canines flashing in the light. He turned his chest, bumping his shoulder against the brit.
“Jus’ like old times, huh, L.T?”
An inaudible sigh fell from the blonde's lips. His thumbs slipped under the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down his hips. A set of cerulean eyes fell to Simon's waist, settling on the way his cock filled out his briefs.
“You try getting in my ass and I’ll beat you blue.”
The Scot feigned a pout, his shoulders shrugging dejectedly. Panic settled in my throat as his eyes met mine in the mirror. Biting the inside of my lip, I dropped my head down to my phone, swiping feverishly at the screen.
“S’not fair when you've got a whole bakery back there.” Soap reached out, fingers tensing in the air as his hand inched closer to Simon's waist. A soft slap echoed through the empty concrete room as Simon swatted Johnny's hand away, huffing softly.
“Could always rescind the offer,” he tapped his foot against the floor, soles clicking against the tile. I could hear his shortening temper in his voice, curt words punctuated with a sigh.
“Aye, aye, I’ll play nice. Just help a lad out.” The Sergeant clasped his hands, feigning prayer as he begged Simon. He pouted, knitting his brows, showing off a set of pathetic puppy eyes.
I bit down on my lip, wondering if all of this would be fulfilled, wondering how he'd treat me in bed, how Simon would react to seeing another man take me. With a mouth like that, I was sure he'd be a talker during sex; that man didn’t seem to have an ounce of quiet in him.
“My room at 2200. Got it?”
“Sir, yes, sir,” Soap beamed, saluting the lieutenant with a sense of insincerity and a shit-eating grin.
“Now get going.” Simon pointed to the door. Soap spun on his heel, marching in a manner that seemed all too jaunty, feigning formality before falling into a carefree gait.
My phone screen darkened, softly clicking as I dug my thumb into the side button. Simon stepped forward, letting one hand rest on my shoulder. I draped my hand over his, squeezing gently as I scanned his expression in the mirror.
“Locker room’s empty now.” He spoke softly, his thumb stroking my skin. Nodding, I slipped my fingers underneath the hem of my shirt, tugging the fabric over my head.
“You sure he won't tell?” I seized my lip between my teeth. Looking in the mirror, I let my gaze follow the scar running over my chest, faded to a pale, thin line, dimmed by years of healing.
“I trust him,”
I let go of a breath, not realizing it was trapped in my throat. The tension in my shoulders went slack. Nodding, I stood, the bench creaking beneath me. I turned toward Simon, heat rushing to my face as his eyes raked over every inch of bare skin.
His fingertips skimmed across my waist, arm hooking around my back to pull me close. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his, the lingering taste of his last cigarette sinking into my tongue.
“I’ll do it if you’ll take my strap,” I pulled away just enough to mutter my words against his lips. The corners of his mouth curled up, contorting into a crooked smile, a soft laugh falling from his chest.
“Deal.” He said, pressing his lips to mine once more. I looped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as I sank into his kiss. “Let's get a shower, yeah?”
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A soft knock drew my attention. Looking up from my phone, I drew in a breath through my nose. Rising on shaky feet, I approached the door, swallowing down my anxieties, attempting to quell the tremble in my hands. Glancing over my shoulder, I stared at my lieutenant, splayed on the bedsheets, brown eyes eagerly watching my every move.
My fingers wrapped around the doorknob, pulling toward me. Blue eyes, full of confidence, narrowed, his thick brows furrowing in confusion as his gaze settled on my face.
“Come in, Johnny,” Simon spoke, brown eyes glancing up from his book. His thick fingers shut the book, setting it atop the nightstand. He crossed his arms over his chest, toned biceps flexing as he tensed.
I stepped aside, turning toward the bed, not daring to meet the Scots' gaze. The door hinges squealed, the soft click of his boots halting.
“L.T., I uh…” his words fell flat, stopping at the tip of his tongue. “Had something different in mind-”
“Said you wanted pussy?” My fingers tensed as they slid beneath the band of my boxers. Pushing away the pounding of my heart in my ears, ignoring the swirling anxieties in my stomach, I pushed the fabric over my hips, letting it pool around my ankles. “That enough pussy for you, sergeant?”
His fingers tensed, wrapping around the deadbolt and shifting the lock into place. He muttered a curse, bringing his other hand to the front of his sweats. His hips rutted against his palm, stiff cock straining against the thick cotton.
The mattress dipped as I kneeled on the bed, crawling toward my Lieutenant. His calloused palms cradled my jaw, thumb stroking my skin. Warmth bloomed under my skin as he stared down at me, brown eyes deepening as his pupils dilated.
“Just remember, you’re only here because I let you.” his gaze broke away, settling on the man behind me. The Scot’s blue eyes widened, brimming full with a wave of anxiety at the sternness of Simon's tongue. He tapped my hip with the heel of his palm, plush lips parting as he spoke. “Show him that pretty hole of yours.”
Seizing my lip between my teeth, I turned onto my back, letting my head fall into Ghost's lap, his thighs framing my torso. Bending my legs, I slowly parted my thighs, watching as the man before me groaned, palming his stiff cock through his sweats.
“Fuckin greedy of you, hiding something like this away.” His hand grazed my inner thigh, calloused fingers skating up my skin.
“Bold of you to say, considering you haven't shown me you can please him.”
The sergeant hummed, gliding his fingertips up my core. A silvery strand of my arousal hung from his fingertips, glinting in the soft light as he brought the digits to his lips.
“He’s already dripping.” He hummed, slipping his fingertips into his mouth. His tongue laved over the digits, brows furrowing, face contorting in pleasure. Pulling away with a soft pop, he parted his lips to speak once more. “Tastes as sweet as it looks.”
Draping his arms over the top of my thighs, he leaned in, tongue licking a stripe up my core. Almost instinctually, my thighs squeezed tight around his head. Hearing a soft click behind me, I glanced back at my lieutenant as he shook his head.
“Keep your legs open for him,” he hummed, slipping his hands beneath my knees. I grunted as he tugged my knees toward my chest, folding me in half for the scot.
“What a pretty fuckin’ picture that is,” he hummed, pulling back. Droplets of arousal adorned his facial hair, clinging to his upper lip. His fingers tensed around my waist. A soft curse left his tongue as he seized his bottom lip between his teeth. The cerulean blue eyes staring down at my core seemed to darken, shifting into a deep navy as his pupils dilated with hunger.
Parting his lips, he drew closer, swiping his tongue along the underside of my clit. A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as I twitched, squirming in my lieutenant's grasp. His brows knitted, eyes squeezing shut as he wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking harshly. Incoherent curses left my mouth, my fingers sinking into his mohawk, pulling him impossibly closer to my twitching cunt.
“Fuck- soap, please,” I whined, my head falling into Simon’s lap. He glanced down at me, a deep blush settling over his cheeks. His soft, brown eyes seemed to deepen, drinking in the sight of me.
“Go on and slip a finger in, feel how nice and warm his cunt is,” he said, looking up at his sergeant.
The Scots fingers prodded at my entrance, slowly circling, gathering my arousal on his fingertips. My eyes fluttered closed as a finger pushed inside of me. A deep groan rose from his chest. Sparks of pleasure shot up my spine, subsuming my limbs, building and spiraling in my stomach.
“You lucky man, keeping this perfect cunt to yourself,” he pulled away, fingers quickly replacing his tongue. “If I were you, I'd be fucking this hole every night.”
“You keep getting him off, and we’ll see about that.”
My head spun, heat pooling beneath my skin. Clenching around his fingers, I let a muffled moan slip from my pursed lips. Reaching out, I gripped Simon's wrists, nails sinking into his skin, leaving behind angry red crescents in their wake.
“He squeezed me when you said that.”
“I'd expect nothing less from a slag like him.”
The brunette laughed, leaning in and letting his tongue take over once more. Another digit slid inside of me, joining the other. His fingertips curled, coaxing noises from my heaving chest. My hips jerked, fighting against his grip.
It was almost too much. Every nerve ending ignited, buzzing with excitement beneath my skin. Blood swirled behind my eardrums, dampening the sound of the men's voices. Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill.
“Please- I can’t-“
“You can.” Simon's voice rumbled deep in his chest, nearly animalistic- predatory. His eyes swallowed up my bare, trembling frame. “You will,” he emphasized, tightening his grip on my legs. “Add another finger, Johnny. He can take it.” His words were dizzying. A thousand perverted thoughts turned to fuzz, tucking themselves into the back of my brain- in the forefront, my sergeant, perched between my legs, feverishly laving his tongue against me.
A whine fought past my lips, my jaw going slack as a stream of desperate noises fell from my tongue. My cunt seized his fingers, squeezing tight as he pistoned the digits inside of me. I writhed in Simon’s grasp, seizing my lip between my teeth. His lips curled into a crooked smile.
My breath grew shallow, coming out as soft pants. Sweat rolled down my brow, falling into the divot of my sternum. My legs quivered, falling limp in my lieutenant's grasp. Soft whines left my mouth, punctuating every thrust of the Scots fingers.
Tenson built in my hips, hot and viscous like molten iron. It threaded through my limbs, tugging me into stillness- tugged on my eyelids until they squeezed shut. The sensations grew, swelling up into my chest. My lungs burned as they stilled, my breath catching in my throat.
In an instant, the pleasure wracked my body, washing over me in waves. My muscles pulled taut, twitching as my orgasm took hold, pulling against Simon's grip. My cunt gripped his fingers, quivering as he thrusted them inside me, working me through my orgasm. I gasped, taking in heaving breaths of air, crying out Johnny's name in broken sobs.
“Better than I thought,” Simon spoke, voice distorted, his visage blurred. “Give him a minute.”
I hummed as a calloused palm cradled my jaw. He cooed softly, tapping his fingers against my cheek, nudging me awake.
“Really knocked the wind out of him, didn’t I?”
Slowly, I opened my eyes, my gaze falling onto the man between my legs. His face glistened with my arousal. A deep blush tinted his cheeks, spreading down his neck.
“Take those off,” I pointed to his sweats. A wet patch sank into the fabric, leaving behind a darkened circle at the head of his cock. Even through the fabric, I could see the outline of his cock, stiff and thick.
He slipped his thumbs beneath the band of his sweats, easing the material down his thighs, freeing his aching cock. It hung heavy, bobbing as he pushed his sweats down further. His leaking head was flushed, begging to be touched.
“Simon knows I've got a thing for pretty cocks.” I hummed.
“Think I'm starting to understand why.” The blonde added, his fingers tensing in my hair.
“Come here.” I curled my fingers, seizing my bottom lip between my teeth. His lips curled into a crooked smile. Shifting his weight onto his hands, he moved toward me, hips settling between my thighs. His leaking cock rested on my thigh as he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine.
I crossed my ankles behind his back, pulling him even closer as my lips moved against his. Threading my fingers through his hair, I bit down on his bottom lip, tugging on the skin before letting go. He rutted his hips against mine, his cockhead catching on my clit. I moaned against his lips, legs squeezing tighter around his hips.
“Go on, Johnny. Feel his cunt.”
His cockhead prodded my entrance, slowly slipping inside me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let a string of desperate whines fall past my lips. My body sank into the stretch, legs quivering as he pushed another inch inside me. My toes flexed, legs tensing as he stretched me open.
His fingers reached out to toy with my clit, rubbing circles against my skin. My cunt clenched around his cock, clit twitching as he bottomed out inside of me. Short, panting breaths escaped his chest, his cock twitching inside me as he stilled.
“Tell me how it feels, Johnny."
“Feels like a dream. Grippin’ me like a vice.” He slowly pulled out, eyes trained on my hole as it clenched around nothing, begging for more. I caught my lip between my teeth, biting down to muffle my desperation. “Could get addicted to this pussy.”
His hips snapped forward, cock filling me up deliciously. My jaw went slack, unfiltered noises rising from my throat as he started up a steady pace. Each drag of his thick cock against my insides pushed the air from my lungs. I took in shaky breaths, exhaling out needy whines. His fingers wrapped around my clit, stroking up and down, fingertips pressing into the sensitive skin. My cunt fluttered, gripping his length tight as he thrusted into me.
“Likes his little cock being played with, doesn't he?” The Scot tapped his palm against my clit, watching closely as I squirmed. My legs tensed around his hips, holding him flush against my cunt, pleasure jolting up my spine. The weight of my arousal pushed against my lungs, hot and heavy in my stomach, building with every thrust of his thick cock.
“He’ll take everything you give him,” Simon grunted. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, pulling the fabric up and over my ribs. “Should fuck his ass next time, get him to squirt for you.”
“You keep talking like that, and I might just have to switch holes.”
I choked out a moan, tears brimming in my eyes, clit twitching as his calloused fingers stroked it.
“Oughta see him take it in both holes at once. Damn near soaked the sheets last time.” He pushed the fabric over my chest, tracing over my scars with his fingertips.
“Please!” I cried, hot tears slipping down my cheeks. Cerulean eyes glanced down at my trembling frame, narrowing in pity as I squirmed beneath him. My muscles tensed, locking into place as arousal pooled in my stomach. My head spun, thoughts scattering as the pleasure built.
“Fuck-“ the brunette moaned, cock twitching inside me. “Suckin’ me in.” He punctuated his words with a thrust. Leaning forward, he shifted his weight onto his palms, knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets. Sweat beaded down his chest, rolling down the divot in his sternum.
“That’s it, put your hips into it,” Simon grunted, pinching one of my nipples between his fingers. “Fuck him like you mean it.”
My body jolted with every thrust. The mattress springs squealed underneath our weight, the headboard slamming against the wall. His cockhead slid past my cervix, pushing deep inside me with every thrust.
“I’m close-” he sputtered, his pace speeding up. Every thrust became nearly bruising, pushing the air from my lungs. All I could seem to do was whine, and sink further into the feeling of my impending orgasm, and the slow rise of heat building under my skin.
“Yeah?” Simon clicked his tongue, his eyes raking up the brunette’s body. His hand left my body, reaching out toward the sergeant. He grasped the man's chin between his fingers, tilting his chin up, forcing him to keep eye contact.
“Cum inside him.” He ordered. “Want it dripping out of him.”
“Fuck-” I sputtered, wrapping my arms around Johnny's torso, pulling until his chest was flush with mine. I choked out his name, sobbing as waves of pleasure wracked my body, wrapping tight around my limbs. My muscles pulled taut, tensing and spasming as my orgasm rushed over my body. I drew in a shaky breath, pain swelling behind my eyes as they rolled to the back of my head.
A low groan rumbled in his chest. His hips stuttered, cock twitching inside me as he came. Warmth seeped into my insides, running down my thighs. His chest heaved, following the same shallow pace as my own.
He slowly eased his cock out of me, grunting as he left the warmth of my cunt. The mattress springs squealed as he shifted his weight, sitting back against the wall. Sweat beaded down his forehead as he tilted his head back, lips parted as he caught his breath.
I glanced up, my gaze meeting a set of deep brown eyes. A blush settled on his cheeks, his expression holding a sense of hunger behind it. He hummed, skating his fingertips along my jawline, brushing damp strands of hair from my face.
“Did he do a good job?”
Wordlessly, I nodded, pursing my lips. His gaze drifted down my body, settling on my thighs.
“C’mon. Show me the mess he left behind.”
Biting down on my lip, I sat up, turning to face the blonde. I rose to my knees; the bed creaked beneath me as I shifted my weight forward. Spreading my legs, I dragged two fingers up my cunt, parting my lips for him. Johnny’s cum ran down my thighs, leaking out of my hole.
Simon grunted, gripping his stiff cock through his boxers, grunting as his gaze remained transfixed, nearly burning through my bare skin.
“Be a shame not to fuck that cunt of yours, seeing as Johnny got you nice and lubed up for me,” he muttered, curling two of his fingers toward me. I watched as he hastily pushed his boxers down his thighs, cock slapping against his stomach as it sprang free. “Show him how good you ride.”
He glanced up at me, brown eyes nearly black- his irises swallowed up by his pupils. His thick fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly stroking as he watched me. Feeling my pulse pounding in my ears, I pulled my sweat-soaked shirt over my head, gritting my teeth as the cold air hit my bare chest.
Slinging my leg over his hip, I positioned myself over his cock, guiding him to my entrance with my hand. I whined, feeling his length nudging at my hole. His hands tensed, reaching for my hips. He gripped my waist with a bruising strength, pushing me down onto his cock. I gasped, feeling his length drag against my insides, the stretch of his cock dulled by the cum coating my insides.
“You might’ve made him cum, but I think I know his body a bit better than you do.” He angled his hips up, thrusting into my cunt. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room, a thick white ring forming at the base of his cock. His palm struck my ass, landing hard on my skin. Whining, I rolled my hips harder against him. My vision blurred as my eyes crossed, tears welling in my eyes.
“You’re a lucky man, L.T.,” he said, spitting into his palm. “Lucky, fuckin’ man.” I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes settling on his cock. He stroked himself, hand twisting ever so slightly with every jerk.
“Come here,” I motioned with two fingers. A crooked smile crept across his flushed face. The mattress dipped as he moved, his knee sinking into the plush duvet beneath us. I reached out, my fingertips skimming across his jawline. Stubble tickled my skin. Leaning in, I hastily pressed my lips to his, moaning against his mouth. His hand settled on my back, thumb gently stroking my skin.
A deep, rumbling groan escaped Johnny. Pulling back, I glanced down at his cock, Simon's hand now replacing his own. His brown eyes, framed by thick blonde lashes, closed tight. He parted his lips, tongue darting out to lick a thick stripe up the underside of Johnny’s cock.
He propped himself up on an elbow, taking the head of his sergeant's cock into his mouth. Spit ran down the corners of his lips. Humming, he bobbed his head, brows furrowing as he took more of his length into his mouth.
“You taste his cunt on my cock?” Johnny grunted, nudging his cock further past the blonde's lips. “Didn’t expect you to get this riled up.”
“I know what’ll really get him going,” I said, my mouth curling into a crooked smirk. I slipped two fingers into my mouth, wetting them with saliva. He watched intently, brown eyes staring deep into mine, half-lidded and brimming with lust. Reaching back, I circled his hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
He moaned, mouth stuffed full of cock. His fingers clenched around the sheets, knuckles blanching with the strength of his grip. He pulled off of Johnny's cock with a soft pop, tongue moving over his flushed cockhead. Muttering soft curses, he leaned in, lips wrapping around one of the Scots balls. The brunette raked his hands through Simon’s soft blonde curls, grasping the short hairs at the back of his neck. His other hand stroked his length, soft noises falling from his lips.
“Johnny,” Simon spoke, pulling away. “Fuck my ass.”
“Aye, looks like someone's changed his mind-”
“Now, before I change it again and kick you out,” he interrupted. Leaning forward, I pulled open the nightstand, grabbing a small bottle. Reaching behind, I held the bottle out for my sergeant, watching as he pushed the cap open. Turning back to face my lieutenant, I grabbed the headboard. A gasp rose from my chest as his hips shifted, knees bending to make room for the scot.
I collapsed, my chest falling against his, a rush of endorphins seizing my thoughts. Every twitch a rut of his cockhead against my insides stoked the flames further. Already sensitive from tonight's escapades, it didn’t take much to push me over the edge. Hot tears streaked down my cheeks, my cunt gripping him tight. I grinded my hips against him, rocking myself through my orgasm, chasing the rub of my clit against his navel. I choked out a sob, spit running from my mouth. My cheek pressed against his chest, my vision blurred by the flood of tears building behind my eyelids.
“C’mon, keep riding.” He spat, grabbing my hips. Pain shot up my spine, overloading my senses. He slowly rocked my body against his, grinding his cock against my insides, chasing the feeling of my walls clenching around him.
“Please-” I cried, nails sinking into his shoulders.
He unrelentingly fucked me on his cock, gripping my hips tight as he moved them. I glanced back at the brunette with glossy eyes, barely able to keep them open as I watched him slowly slide his cock inside Simon.
“Fuck you’re tight. Won’t last long like this-”
“Fuck me-ah- just fuck me, Johnny,” Simon moaned, brows furrowing. A puddle of drool slowly built, pooling on his skin. I whined, feeling a second pair of hands on my body, fingertips skating down my sides, settling on my ass. Using his thumbs, the brunette spread my ass, watching Simon's cock disappear inside me with every thrust. His palm landed harshly on my ass, pulling desperate yelps from my sore throat.
My cunt seized his length, gripping tight, soft noises filling my ears as I worked him closer to his orgasm. The brunette moaned, head falling back as his hips thrusted forward into Simon’s tight hole. Our bodies moved in sync like pistons in a machine, in and out, building and building. My insides churned, air retreating from my lungs as I climbed closer and closer to my peak. Ache sprang forth in my limbs as these two men broke apart my body, shattering my mind.
“Gonna cum-” Johnny sputtered, his hips stuttering.
Simon moved my hips faster, my body jolting as he used me for his own pleasure. Static subsumed my limbs, fire igniting in my veins as my orgasm took hold. My ears rang, drowning out the soft pants stirring in both of the men’s chests. My lips parted in a silent scream, lungs stilling as I lost myself on his cock.
I gasped, freezing cold air rushing into my burning lungs. Tears stained my blotchy cheeks, spit and snot running down my face. I collapsed forward against Simon's toned body, letting out a broken whine as he pulled his soft cock from my cunt.
Silence filled the room, only interrupted by heavy breaths. I sank into the soft fat of Simon’s stomach, my brows furrowing as cum leaked from my hole, soaking into the short curls at the base of his cock. His palm settled on the small of my back, softly stroking as my breaths evened.
The mattress squeaked, shifting underneath the Scot's weight as he moved to stand. I glanced down at the brunette, frowning as he reached down, fingertips skimming his clothes. I grasped Simon’s arm, tensing my fingers around his muscles. Humming softly in understanding, he spoke.
“Why don't you stay here tonight?”
The brunette wordlessly glanced up, nodding as he took a step forward. His blue eyes trailed over my bare body, entwined in my lieutenant's grasp.
“Beats an empty bed, doesn’t it?”
He settled against Simon's side, draping his arm over my hip. My lips curled into a smile, my gaze meeting his flushed face. His expression seemed softer than before, softer than it was in the locker room, as if some deep desire in him was finally sated and he could breathe free. I rested my hand on his, leaning in to meet his lips with my own. I kissed him slowly, taking in the salty taste of his sweat, feeling his hot breath fan over my lips.
“It’d be a shame not to do something like this again, wouldn’t it?” Simon spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
