a/n: cross posting from this fic on ao3 don’t mind me :)
Olruggio's done this countless times. He knows what to expect every time he sets his ass on the toilet seat. He's done this countless times.
Well, Qifrey did the hard part countless times. Olly just gets to sit there, fists curled at his upper thighs as he braces for what's to come.
Qifrey really takes his time tonight, flicking the bubbles out of the syringe of his weekly dose. Gloved hands tear open a swab and Olruggio can smell the alcohol on it before he feels the cold circle of it on his thigh. His jaw tenses, eyes squeeze shut and fists tighten. He hates this fucking part. The alcohol is always too cold and the smell makes him think of white coats and blinding overhead lights. Olruggio takes a deep breath through his nose when Qifrey's nitrile gloved hand grabs the portion of his thigh. He squeezes the fatty skin, the alcohol has dried fully and the contents of the syringe wait to be injected.
"There's no need to stress, Olly. You do this every week."
He winces. "Because it hurts every damn time…"
Qifrey's hand squeezes around his thigh again. "That's because you tense up like this every time, my star." The pet name is almost enough for Olruggio to feel his fingers unclasp from their vice grip. His adam's apple bobs in his throat, he wipes at his sweaty goatee and turns slowly to see Qifrey crouched next to him.
Eyes immediately trace the syringe, the thick liquid inside and then the pointed needle. He shudders and has to turn away again.
"Just…just do it." He puffs up his chest, grits his teeth in anticipation and curls his lips together into a tight line. "I'm ready."
Qifrey makes a sound of confirmation, grabs that portion of his thigh and sticks the needle in immediately. Olruggio jolts, the pain is bruising and a sharp pinch that pulses in the immediate area. Before he can even dwell on it, he lets his muscles tense and brings a hand to bite his finger. Qifrey's speaking all cheery beside him.
"And done! Good job, Olly, as always." He slides the gloves off after tossing the needle and syringe into the sharps container. He rips open a bandaid, presses the cotton ball to Olruggio's thigh and guides his hand to press down on it. Qifrey rises to his full height and puts away the rest of the supplies and Olruggio stares at him as he does so.
He'll usually give me a little kiss after… He thinks to himself, his heart weighing heavy in his chest all of a sudden. Qifrey and Olruggio have a habit of having the same routine every week on their shot days.
Qifrey does his own shot himself, then he'll prep Olruggio's. When that's over, he swipes Olruggio's bangs to the side and gives him a firm kiss to the forehead, then a cheek, and finally his mouth. Qifrey knows he's supposed to do this, it's routine. It's part of the schedule. If Olruggio had to write down a step-by-step plan, he'd include those three kisses as separate bullet points. The final one being the most important one. Surely, Qifrey wouldn't neglect it.
Olruggio bandaids his wound, tosses the bloodied cotton ball into the trash and soothes his palm over the bandage. He looks to Qifrey expectantly, like a dog waiting for its meal when the clock strikes dinner time. Those big blue eyes stare into Qifrey's profile. He almost asks, lets his mouth open to form the words but Qifrey speaks first.
"I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to head to bed." He shuts the drawer that holds their boxes of medication and turns to look at Olly. There's a glint in his eye. Something mischievous plays across his face and Olruggio can see that sick amusement.
Oh, Qifrey definitely knows he's neglected those last three steps.
"Care to join me?" He asks oh, so innocently.
Stunned, heart broken, and half way being to straight up angry, looks at Qifrey with a cocked head. "You're forgetting something and you know it."
Qifrey, warm smiles and confused brow, tilts his head. "Hm? We did your shot, didn't we? Now it's time for bed." He's playing into it a bit much, he knows this. Teasing Olruggio was just too easy and much too fun for his own good. Even if a little part of his heart broke as he looks at Olruggio's poor, confused look, he knows the end result to such neglect.
He saunters his way out of the bathroom, Olruggio follows closely behind after he practically catapults himself off the toilet.
"Oi, you're giving me that cheesy smile that I know is hiding something! You're being cruel…this is cruel and unusual punishment , Qifrey!"
"Over a shot, Olly, really?" He looks over his shoulder, that sparkle in his eye never leaving. He's enjoying this…he's giddy over it. Olruggio knows exactly what Qifrey's wanting and god dammit, of course he's gonna give it to him!
"You know damn well it's not over a shot. You forgot—no— you skipped three important steps."
It's laughable, just how upset he is, but the passion in his voice breaks Qifrey a little. If he didn't know when to pull back, knowing he was crossing a boundary, he'd probably cave. But he knows his Olruggio can handle a little more defiance.
"I truly have no semblance of an idea as to what you're getting so upset over. You're acting like I've done some heinous act to you!"
"You've neglected me. I'd say that's a heinous act to me!" He cries, entering their bedroom and sitting next to Qifrey when he sets himself down on his side of the bed. "Why are you acting like this?"
Qifrey takes his spectacles off, sets them down on his bedside table and looks to Olruggio. "Really, Olly. I'm acting no such way. Now, come—" He swings his hand toward Olly, about to gesture to his partners side of the bed. His wrist is instantly grappled, the grip on it firm and clammy.
Looking up, Qifrey's met with a sight; Olruggio's large, ocean waves irises tremble and they look dewy. But there's something darker in the stare, just behind that pleading sadness. There's a twist of dark desire, the hunger in it making Qifrey's mouth water as he realizes he's close to his goal.
"You forgot to kiss me," He finally reveals. "You were supposed to kiss me and…you know what we do every week." The grip on Qifrey's softens just barely, but that flicker of anger ignites in Olruggio's eyes. "You're going to follow every step. Like always."
Qifrey tries to resist the urge to bite his lip to hide his satisfying grin. Good. I love when he gets like this. He ultimately fails, noticing the way Olruggio's eyes flicker down to his lips.
"You'll have to show me such steps. I can't recall them." He brings his face close to Olruggio's. The intent written across him. The grapple on his wrist falls and is instead replaced to his neck. Qifrey's hands find Olruggio's wrist and forearm of the hand that squeezes around his pale neck. Qifrey feels bliss bloom and flood into his brain, turning it to mush.
"You'll learn your lesson first. Then, we'll go back and discuss the steps." He stands, making his way between his lovers thighs.
In his tight briefs, Qifrey feels his enlarged clit pulse with a dull desire. It makes him soaked, oozing out of his hole and seeping into a dark spot on the fabric.
With his other hand, Olruggio slides down his boxers. They crumple at his mid thighs, his hair creating a path up to the larger patch of dark hair. His large clit sticks out, pink and trembling with a red hot craving for stimulation. Qifrey's throat closes slightly when Olruggio squeezes just enough to make him choke out a gasp.
His head falls forward, nose diving into the coarse hair that frames his sex. He breathes in deeply, that musk of smoke and heady salt filling his senses. His favorite place to be is here, mouthing hair and fat skin. Tongue dipping from between his lips to venture across his pubic area.
"Olly," He mouths against his skin. "Let me…please…" He opens his mouth. Qifrey turns his face and the tip of his tongue barely grazes his lovers dick before he's getting tugged backward by the hair. The warm palm around his throat holds him firmly in place, the other weaving Qifrey's hair into his fingers and pulling it taught.
"You do as I say, love." His hand in his hair uncurls slowly, sliding his fingers down the side of his face. His calloused fingertips graze Qifrey's lips, invading his mouth with two fingers. "Open more."
Qifrey's jaw slacks, Olruggio pinches his tongue with a thumb and forefinger. He pulls the muscle past the threshold of Qifrey's bottom lip and pats it twice. "Keep like that for me."
Qifrey huffs, frustrated and not at all what he was wanting tonight to be. He's supposed to make Olruggio let him worship him. Let him wrap his lips around his dick and take him so well into his soft and pliant mouth.
Now, Olruggio releases Qifrey's neck, much to hid dismay. He rests his hand over his mound, angling his aching and swollen clit to the flat of Qifrey's tongue. It sits hot and sticky on his trembling tongue. Olruggio slides his hips as he slowly grinds against the softness of Qifrey's mouth. There's a whimper, something pathetic and needy that shrills from the depths of his chest.
"Stay like that, Qifrey. Just like that." Olruggio lets his eyes flutter shut when his clit slides against Qifrey's tongue with such a force that he touches teeth. It has him hissing a breath through his gritted teeth and lets a groan spill from his mouth.
"Awh—ee," Qifrey's pleading voice vibrates against the underside of his dick when his tongue curls just slightly form the 'L' of his name. Olruggio slams his dick into Qifrey's mouth. There's a muffled 'eek!' And his nose gives into soft, warm skin. His pubic hair tickles his nostrils and he struggles to breathe.
Olruggio's clit slides deep into Qifrey's mouth, his tongue struggles to find a comfortable purchase. His partners incessant push and pull from his face has him struggling to gain his bearings. To ground himself, Qifrey lays his hands across the thick hairy thighs before him.
He struggles to slip his lips around the thick and fat shaft of his clit. Qifrey's mind melts, making his eyes rolls back when Olruggio thrusts so deeply into him that Qifrey's nose smacks hard into his pelvis. The dull pain only thinly masks the pleasure he feels between his soaked legs and he squeezes them as a result. His eye becomes blurry with tears when the desperation crawls beneath his skin. His nails dig into Olruggio's thighs, gripping hot skin and dark hair.
"Fuck, my love," He sighs. He drags us cock from Qifrey's mouth, the fading of angry red has grown in hue when his partner's eye focuses on it. Its mouthwatering; Qifrey so wishes he could just lean in and take him back into his mouth. His eye turns big and round when it flinches, jerking just slightly when Olruggio breathes deeply.
A rough, thick hand cups the length of himself in his fingers. His thumb pulls back on his foreskin, pulling to reveal his angry clit. Olruggio jacks himself off like this, Qifrey's open mouth hovering below where he knows he'd get a taste of that delicious desire. It pools out of Olruggio, his fingers traveling down to gather it on his finger pads before Qifrey can even attempt to have a lick.
"Mean…" He chastises, pouting when Olruggio cracks an eye open to give him a sadistic smirk.
"Get back here and I'll let you have a taste." He grabs a fistful of Qifrey's hair and smothers his face with his slick. It's warm and smells so strongly of that sweet musk he loves. His mouth parts, letting the cock ease into his warm mouth once more.
He wraps his lips around, hugs his tongue against the girth of his clit and sucks. He suckles hard, tongue flicking and sliding side to side. He bobs his head, Qifrey's bliss increasing, all thoughts escaping from the corners of his mind. Olruggio. Olruggio. Olruggio. He chants his name in his head with each thrust, each slurp around his lips, each smack into his front teeth.
Olruggio does not need penetrative sex for him to feel his approaching orgasm. Having Qifrey's mouth around him is enough for his hips to stutter. When he feels his foreskin catch just barely between two of his teeth, he lets out a shaky breath, a gasp. His whole face and chest reddens, hips smacking, coating his skin with spit and his own arousal. Strings of it connect to Qifrey and split every time he pulls back just to force his way back inside.
Qifrey feels Olruggio hit the back of his tongue, just grazing his uvula. The softness of it has the man gripping hair on either side of Qifrey's head and fucking his face nice and hard.
"Open wide for me, sweet thing. Just like that," Olruggio croons, the softness of his voice a stark contrast to his tugging and slamming hips.
Qifrey only whines, his body trembling with such desire. He wonders if he could come like this; Untouched and empty with a cock deep in his mouth. He swallows around Olruggio, feeling him pulse in rhythm with his heart beat. His tongue curls and drool slips down his chin and between his perky breasts. He squirms where he sits, hands still gripping meaty skin.
"Gonna use this mouth till I come," Olruggio promises through gritted teeth. "You're gonna let me use this pretty mouth to get off, right?" Qifrey attempts to nod but can't when his lover has such a grip on his hair. It's okay, he can see the pleading in his lovers one eye.
His head rolls back then, grip loosening when his slick drips down between his thighs. It pools in his thick pubic hair and he's sliding it across his shaft when he pulls out a little. He slips a finger into Qifrey's needy lips, increasing the girth he mouths around. The sensation brings along that crashing wave of Olruggio's orgasm. It approaches fast, it's destination just a mere feet away.
"Qifrey…Fuck, you fucking—minx, you!" He slams his dick, rutting into the nimble man's smushed face with all his might when that wave crashes into the mountainside with such a force.
Olruggio's hair clings to his forehead when his hips spasm and he feels the pulsating of his cock as his orgasm travels across him. His muscles tense, holding Qifrey in place as the aftershocks of his orgasm begin to fade. His clit twitches every few seconds, jerking forward like it's spitting ropes into his Qifrey's throat. The mental image alone has him regretting using a strap for only a moment. This was for Olruggio and only for him.
He lets Qifrey go with one final breath. Qifrey's body buckles into its self when his hands fall from Olruggio's thighs. He catches his breath, his face damp and red where rough hair rubbed him raw. Spit pools in his mouth, it's agape and drooling a thin line of spit into his lap. He takes heavy breaths, chest and shoulders heaving, the ache between his thighs never ceasing. Oh, how he'd wish Olruggio would pin him down and stuff him full of his girthy clit.
He knows that option is out of reach when Olruggio silently walks out of the room.
He's left like that. Used and crumpled on the bed. His jaw aching, chin caked with crackling slick and saliva. He wipes at his face, tasting that hint of Olruggio's cum. He slowly lays down, curling into the blankets.
The very man who just fucked his face, comes back a few moments after with a damp rag and glass of water. He sits beside Qifrey. Silently reaching over to wipe gently at his mouth.
"That was really mean. I just wanted my kisses," He says in a low, almost disappointed tone.
Qifrey finds the strength to peer up at him, a goofy, satisfied smile on his face. "Worth it, I'd say," He proudly states. His mind is still muddled, his needy cock and hole left neglected was the one downside to his choices tonight.
"Yeah, well, next time you do that," He pokes at Qifrey's ticklish side, making him draw into himself and yell. "You're getting a good beating."
His ears perk, limbs suddenly having the strength to lift himself from the bed. Post non-orgasm stupor evaporating as quickly as it came.
"You mean it?" His eye glistens with excitement and Olruggio remembers the freak of a partner he has. Qifrey gently lays his head back down.
"You're unbelievable…" He pets Qifrey's hair, pushing it aside to inspect the scarred tissue of his hidden eye. His lovers smiles warmly, reddened cheeks the color of his crimson pillow under his head.
He's tired, unbelievably so and his calming clit still pulses in his underwear when he slides under the covers next to his partner. He scoots close, slotting his body against Qifrey's and presses their foreheads together. He stares deeply into Qifrey's icy blue eye.
"You really won't give me those kisses?"
Qifrey giggles, light and airy. He cups Olruggio's soft cheeks, uses the tip of his nose to brush back his bangs. He plants a chaste kiss to his forehead, his mouth slides along his temple down to his cheek bone. Another kiss. Then he presses his lips firmly into Olruggio's. Their lips slot together, bristles of hair tickle his raw skin. It burns just a little but it's satisfying all the same. He could get himself drunk on just the taste of Olruggio alone. He moans into the kiss, whining when Olruggio pulls away.
"Don't skip a step again and you'll get what you want."
It's strange how he can twist something meant as worship for him into something he can use to torture Qifrey.
Qifrey feels a sick twist of desire at the notion of doing it again. A terrible plan forms itself into his mind. One where he's manhandled to the bed, forced face down and God knows, put in how many positions as a result of his wickedness.
Next week can't come fast enough, he thinks when he snuggles close to Olruggio's chest.
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(What would he do with those feathers underwater? Don't ask me I don't make the rules.)
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