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Daniel was perfectly content, living the dream as a Peloton instructor with an impressive following and influence. Single, successful, satisfied.
At least, that's what he thought, until a drunken mishap landed him in the hospital with a fractured femur and under the care of a handsome physio and his quirky therapy team.
after finishing the latest breaking protocol chapter, i've had a LOT of ver2 on the brain nonnie 🙂↕️ tysh and i have been rolling around in the sandbox for them a bit the past few days--mayhaps i can scrounge a little ficlet today or tomorrow 👀
question for you all:
knowing that the wedding and honeymoon fic is in the pipeline, do we want two separate fics for them (that i can get out to you sooner) or one longer fic (that will take some time)?
after finishing the latest breaking protocol chapter, i've had a LOT of ver2 on the brain nonnie 🙂↕️ tysh and i have been rolling around in the sandbox for them a bit the past few days--mayhaps i can scrounge a little ficlet today or tomorrow 👀
question for you all:
knowing that the wedding and honeymoon fic is in the pipeline, do we want two separate fics for them (that i can get out to you sooner) or one longer fic (that will take some time)?
after finishing the latest breaking protocol chapter, i've had a LOT of ver2 on the brain nonnie 🙂↕️ tysh and i have been rolling around in the sandbox for them a bit the past few days--mayhaps i can scrounge a little ficlet today or tomorrow 👀
question for you all:
knowing that the wedding and honeymoon fic is in the pipeline, do we want two separate fics for them (that i can get out to you sooner) or one longer fic (that will take some time)?
hii ocean!! i read this prompt and my brain went: soft cock rico tries rimming? which is actually kind of funny because i didn't remember that was your ask too haha. well anyway, hope you enjoy!!
They're on their couch, Rico half-sitting in the corner, Max's head warm and heavy laying on his thigh. Rico has a hand in his hair, fingers brushing slowly through the softs strands.
There's a movie playing on the TV, but Max's eyes are staring through the screen, lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Rico asks when Max blinks back into himself with a sigh.
"Nothing," Max replies, but it clearly isn't, not from the way the tips of his ears turn red, blush traveling down to his cheeks.
Rico brushes through his hair more firmly, tugging at the roots a little. "Come on, schat, I want to know."
"I was thinking about… have you ever been eaten out?" Max asks into the gray fabric of Rico's sweatpants.
"No, uh, never," Rico replies. Ever since his dick stopped working, he's learned to appreciate going down on his partners, but no one ever tried to do the same for him. Max is the first partner he's had that seems not only not to mind, but actually love that Rico's dick is soft. "Why?"
Max sits up, fingers fiddling with the drawstrings of Rico's pants.
"I was thinking about last night." Rico hums; last night was nice, he didn't come, but Max ended up coming enough for them both, so it was good. "And thought maybe you would like it too."
Rico takes Max's hands in his to stop him from nervously fidgeting. "I've never done it, so I don't know if I will like it or not, but we can try it out together." The thought of Max going down on him like that makes a familiar heat pool in the bottom of his stomach.
Max's face squishes into a smile. "You can of course change your mind whenever you want, but I would really like to eat you out."
Rico laughs, "Of course, schat," then leans to kiss him.
* * *
Rico leaves the shower with his hair still a little damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.
Max was indifferent to Rico shaving, but he still decided to do it. Weirdly, it's not the first time he shaves there, but knowing what will happen next made Rico a little nervous.
Max is sprawled in the middle of the bed, stripped down to just his boxers. The sight of the slight tent in them makes it a little bit easier. Max is turned on by this. Rico is too, but it's hard to tell because his dick is still hanging soft between his legs.
"Hey," Max says, snapping Rico out of his thoughts. His eyes are dark, gaze hungry as he looks up and down Rico's body. "You look lovely."
Rico feels himself blush. "Oh, really?"
"Yes," Max nods, "Now come here, please, I need to kiss you."
With a chuckle, Rico untucks the towel, letting it drop on the floor, and goes into Max's waiting arms.
They make out for what feels like ages, with Max half-draped over Rico, his hard cock lazily dragging against Rico's soft one. Rico is hot all over, the molten feeling of arousal thrumming through him with every breathy moan Max makes.
"Do you still want to," Max asks after a while, his lips red and swollen from kissing.
Rico does, so much. "Where do you want me?"
Max grins, kisses him one more time, then flops down onto the pillows. "Like here," he says, making grabby hands at him. "Come on."
Does Max really want him to…
"I'll crush you," Rico says, feeling his cheeks heat up once again.
"Yes, that is kind of the point," Max replies, tugging at Rico's hand.
Rico looks at Max's face one more time, his red cheeks and dark eyes, and swings a leg over his torso. He shuffles over on his knees, hands braced on the headboard.
"Oh my god, you shaved," Max breathes out almost reverently as Rico hovers right above his face. He places a gentle kiss to the inside of his thigh. "You will say if you don't like it, okay?"
"Yeah," Rico croaks, too distracted by the way Max's head is dwarfed over by the size of his thighs. "
Okay." The softness of Max's words doesn't match the impatient way his hands tug Rico down.
The first swipe of Max's tongue over his rim has Rico jolting, but Max doesn't let up, licking and sucking on anything he can reach. It feels weird at first, the hot slide of Max's tongue, the wet noises it makes, but soon Rico finds himself rocking into it.
"Fuck," Rico groans, feeling Max's tongue pass over the shaved-sensitve skin. His dick, still soft, keeps throbbing, dripping come lazily onto Max's hair. Rico unclenches one hand from the headboard to hold it — not stroke it, just hold it tightly in his palm, feel the come that slides through his fingers. He always comes so much, when it happens.
Max is moaning below him, fingers clutching at his thighs. He sucks at Rico's rim again, then pushes his tongue inside. Rico groans, fucking himself onto it and squeezing his dick harder.
One of Max's hands disappears from his hip, when Rico glances behind him, he sees Max jerking himself off. His cock is pink and hard, shiny with his own come as Max's hand moves over it in a fast, desperate rhythm.
Somehow, it's the thing that sets him off — seeing Max so clearly turned on by eating Rico out. The warm buzzing feeling in his gut explodes, spilling through him; Rico grunts, squeezing his cock and swiping his thumb on the sensitive tip, as come drips from it in waves of milky white, landing in Max's hair and forehead.
Below him, Max moans, sucking and licking harder as Rico hears the wet sound of his hand on his cock speeding up.
Rico's thighs are shaking from holding himself up for so long, and he has to stand up, despite Max's mournful noise.
"Rico, fuck," he croaks, hand squeezing the base of his cock. He looks obscene, his face is covered in spit, cheeks red an lips even more swollen and pink than before; Rico's come slides onto his brow ridge and down the side of his nose.
"Schat, come here," Rico has time saying before he tugs Max up, crashing their lips together.
He knocks Max's hand off his cock and takes over, stroking fast and flicking his wrist, until Max spills over his fingers. Rico swallows Max's moan, and they both fall back to the sheets, exhausted but satisfied.
"So," Max says after some time, fingers playing with the short strands on Rico's nape, "What did you think about me eating you out?"
Rico snorts. "I think I like it." Max's hair still has some of Rico's come stuck in it, but they're too lazy to get up yet.
Max hums, "Good. Would you like it do it again?" His hand slides down betwern their stomachs, and squeezes Rico's balls in his palm.
Rico doesn't expect the interested twitch his dick makes. They're lucky today.
"Okay, fine," he says, "but this time I am laying down, my legs are tired."
"I am telling your trainer he needs to do more leg days with you, so you can sit on my face longer," Max says replies with huff, but moves to lie down between Rico's legs.
"You are not telling him th-" the rest of Rico's words is lost in the hot swipe of Max's tongue.
i'm going to try and use some tofu i have by making it the protein source in my pasta. hopefully i don't inadvertently create the worst sensory experience imaginable by producing a texture nightmare 💀
remember this post where i was talking about reading "where the dead wait" by ally wilkes?
yeah, i'm about 2/3 through it, and this shit is so goddamn unsettling--much more than i thought it would be. and it keeps getting more unsettling the further along it goes
