it's my birthday today and i have a present for all of us:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89226066
The cold drizzle clung to his curls in a sparkly sheen, the drops almost snowflakes but not quite yet. Tommy slipped through the door into the apartment, closing the latch quickly as to keep the foul weather outside. The hallway in front of him lay in darkness, there was no light spilling from under any of the cracks under the doors, no sound of the TV. Sol must've been asleep already.
Quickly, Tommy shed his coat and Dr. Martens boots, ruffled his scarf through his hair to dry it and made for their bedroom. Through the gap in the curtains the street light shone a warm glimpse over the carpet and the bed where Sol was sound asleep. As quietly as possible Tommy slipped out of his clothes, the battered jeans and Tesco polo shirt carelessly thrown over the bench on the end of the bed, and rummaged for his pyjamas. He always slept in pyjamas, especially in winter when he swapped them for a long sleeved sweatshirt and long pants. Sol however stayed in his boxer shorts year round.
"It's because you're so skinny," Sol had teased him. "You're running cold."
But honestly for Tommy there was nothing better than to get cosy under a large blanket with his boyfriend who also posed as a human radiator.
Said boyfriend stirred slightly as Tommy crawled into bed next to him, one eye half open, his arms welcoming him into an embrace.
"Jesus Christ," Sol muttered, "you're freezing, Tommy."
He just hummed in response, pressing himself tighter against the warmth of Sol, Tommy's hands landing at his sides.
"Thomas," Sol gasped, the cold sending a shiver over him.
"Warm me up," Tommy just said, sound muffled by the way he spoke against Sol's shoulder.
Sol just grumbled and tugged the duvet closer around them, their limbs entangled and then they were both asleep within minutes.
When Sol woke the room was tinged in a mute grey. The rain had turned into proper snow over night and had the world covered with a thin blanket of white. A rare but very welcome sight in London. It wouldn't be long until the cars and busses and children playing in the snow would turn it into a dirty mass of sludge, but for now Sol could enjoy the big snowflakes dancing in front of the window.
Carefully as ever he tried to pry Tommy's grip from around himself, but with little success.
"Need to piss…" Sol murmured, voice thick with sleep, but Tommy only drew his arms tighter around his body and grumbled. He was still half asleep and unwilling of letting go of his teddy bear of a boyfriend.
"Can wait," Tommy answered, his breath warm against Sol's neck and he fanned a hand out over his chest. Sol could feel that Tommy was hard in his pyjama pants, but wasn't doing anything about it, his length pressed against Sol's buttocks.
"Had a nice dream…," Tommy sighed as if he knew what Sol was thinking about. "The whole football team had you passing around…"
Sol choked out a laugh, his sleepy mind and, well, not so sleepy cock not entirely indignant of the idea.
"Be patient for me, hmm?" the man behind him hummed and by the way Sol could hear his breathing even out, Tommy had fallen asleep again.
He huffed another laugh and then closed his eyes as well, trying to keep his mind from wandering, even though it was clear that Tommy had a wicked plan for their Sunday morning.
The next time Sol woke up it was from Tommy's hand gently caressing his stomach, drawing big circles over his soft tummy, fingers threading into the coarse hair there.
"Morning," he hummed when he noticed that Sol was awake, who on his part pressed his face into the pillow as to rub away the sleep.
"Mornin'," came back in his muffled Scouse accent.
"Still need to piss?"
Tommy was straight forward, something Sol loved and admired about him and he nodded, smiling sheepishly.
"Had two pints last night."
"Oh. Well, that explains it…"
Dexterous fingers travelled southwards and Tommy easily squeezed Sol's cock through his boxers, making him gasp.
"Do you want to do something about it, or…?"
"Keep doing that, will you?" Sol groaned, slowly rutting his hips against the touch.
"Brat," he huffed in response, a small smirk pulling on his lips.
Sol only grumbled and then with his feet he started to kick away the duvet. He was getting too warm for this and even Tommy must've felt it, because he pushed himself to a sitting position to pull off his sweatshirt, chucking it away alongside.
"Grab the blanket," Tommy said then and Sol shuffled to fetch it from the bottom corner of their bed.
They had bought this specific waterproof throw after the first time things had gone a bit too messy. When Tommy had Sol on all fours, fingering him until all Sol could do was sob from pleasure and his striking third orgasm hadn't been as dry as they both had expected. Sol had felt too good to be embarrassed in that moment and Tommy had encouraged him to let go after the initial second of shocked surprise had subsided. The aftermath still had been a bit of a bummer, because who on earth enjoyed cleaning up piss stained bedding right after sex.
It took a bit of shuffling and rolling around, but they managed rather quickly to spread out the soft blanket underneath them.
Tommy was kneeling between Sol's legs, the other man's thighs hooked around his waist, their cocks rubbing together in a deliciously slow rhythm.
"I'll have you like this," Tommy murmured, his eyes transfixed on the body under him, his hands travelling up and down Sol's belly and chest, groping at the meat of it wherever he could. It had Sol humming low in his throat. He enjoyed it greatly when Tommy treated him like this, gentle and careful like Sol was his most prized possession.
Sometimes it overwhelmed Sol how easily they had clicked that first night they had fallen into his bed together. How their sex was insanely good, how they got on without it as well. There were no awkward mornings after, no will-he-won't-he on either side. No jealousy from Tommy after Sol had confessed he wouldn't want to stop posting adult content just because they were seeing each other. Instead, one day after they had been at the pitch with their mates, the late summer sun setting over the trees and roofs, Tommy had leaned against Sol's chest as they sat on the ground, fiddling with the laces of his shoes and said: "I'm in love with you." Everything suddenly had been less frightening as Sol realised that Tommy was just as enthusiastic about their relationship as he was, and he simply had answered "me too, Tommy". Which was what had them move in together after only a couple of months.
"All right?" Tommy questioned, an eyebrow raised as his hands stopped exploring.
"Yeah— yeah," Sol had to chuckle at himself, "just thought about how lucky I am to have you."
The other man smiled serenely at that and lifted Sol's leg to rest over his shoulder. Tommy pressed a kiss against his calf and sighed in content, "I love you."
"I love you," echoed Sol and pulled Tommy towards him as much as his flexibility allowed.
They kissed for the better half of a minute, languidly and without any rush, their tongues sliding together as if they slowly wanted to devour each other. Sol's leg dropped from Tommy's grip again as he made work to pull down his boxer shorts, the garment quickly discarded by the side of the bed. Sol's dick was heavy and hard against his stomach, leaving a shining smear of precum in his happy trail. Tommy ducked his head to press his lips wetly against Sol's neck, his collarbone, down to his pecs and stomach as far as he could reach in his kneeling position. It elicited a deep hum from Sol and he pushed one hand into Tommy's curls.
"Tease…" he muttered with a grin, running his big palm through Tommy's hair, the other man leaning into it as if he was a cat being pet.
"Nah…" Tommy all but purred, the sound elongated in his throat as he watched Sol's face while wrapping a hand around his dick.
"That's it," Sol breathed, slightly tensing though, because the urge to piss doubled with his cock being touched.
With his free hand Tommy quickly reached for the bottle of lube on the night stand and slicked his fingers in a practised gesture. It was easy to slip two in with how often Sol had something up his arse.
"Relax…"
But Sol shook his head, suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to pee, his body clearly having other plans than to listen to his sheer willpower.
"You can do it, darling, I know that you can. Be good for me and hold it."
The man underneath Tommy whined, his hips rolling against the stimulation, Sol's face pressed to the side.
"Breathe…"
Tommy was wicked with his fingers, knowing exactly where to rub and how to angle his wrist, twisting it so Sol would feel heavenly.
Sol was trembling all over now.
"I know it feels like it's too much, but you can do it."
The speed of his hand picked up while Tommy mouthed quiet praises against the dip between his thigh and hip, licking at the sweaty skin.
"Please," Sol gasped, the proximity of Tommy's lips to his dick maddening. He just wanted to get off.
"Please what?" Tommy feigned innocence.
"Touch me please…"
"But won't that make it so much harder?"
An extremely well pointed thrust with his hand made Sol keen, his back arching and cock twitching.
"Shhh," Tommy hummed, pressing Sol down, his body landing heavy against the mattress.
"You'll cum first, all right?"
Sol nodded quickly, his voice shaky when he answered, "Yes, yes…!"
Tommy shifted his position, kneeling between Sol's legs, inserting another finger to give his boyfriend the right stretch he loved so much.
"Oh— Tommy—" Sol was rambling breathlessly, his hips moving on their own account, matching speed and rhythm with Tommy's hand. He almost shouted when slender fingers finally wrapped around his cock, jerking him off in a quick motion.
"Oh, oh fuck—" Repeated moans flooded the room, Sol twisting in the sheets, writhing as Tommy slowly took him apart.
It was only mere seconds that Sol had to register that he'd spend, his orgasm hitting him like a kick to the guts and he spilled with a long cry, his body going stiff as ropes of white shot over his stomach and chest. Tommy's enamoured gasp was barely audible over the blood rushing in his ears and he only realised that he was being talked to after a few long moments when his view cleared from the dancing white stars and the blurriness of tears sticking to his eyelashes.
"You've done so well, darling. You're so good. Cumming for me, the prettiest picture."
Tommy was always so generous with praise, and really Sol should've found it silly, but it grounded him, it helped and made him feel warm and adored. For a long time he didn't know it was that what he had needed, the little something that made their connection so much stronger and deeper than any relationship Sol had had before. The unconditional love Tommy had at hand for him any time, even when they were playing in bed like this, the line to humiliation so thin.
"Fuck me—" Sol slurred in a daze, his whole body shivering from the come down and the way he was obviously still very aroused.
"Hmm?"
Licking at the pools of cum on his chest, Tommy had bent over his body, collecting the drops on his tongue, making his way up to press his lips against Sol's open mouth, kissing Sol's spend back to him.
It took a moment for Sol to collect his thoughts again before he repeated, "Fuck me, Tommy. Please."
"Okay, yeah."
Pyjama bottoms off and a quick swipe of lube to his cock and Tommy shuffled so he could sit on his heels while Sol turned around, his shaking thighs barely able to hold his body up as he knelt on the sheets.
"Fuck, you're so desperate for it."
Tommy's hands gripped at Sol's hips as he pushed in, Sol choking on air at the feeling. He was so sensitive, close to overstimulated, but it was glorious. They set a fast pace, Sol's raspy moans punched from his lungs and then— He sobbed when he couldn't hold it anymore, the first leak splashing onto the blanket with a filthy loud hiss.
"There's a good boy," Tommy murmured, gently rubbing Sol's flank as he pounded into him.
The second leak followed suit, longer this time, a puddle of piss slowly gathering where his knees left a dent in the mattress. Sol was barely holding on, high on hormones while his face was stained with tears, his body coated in a thin sheen of sweat. He was trembling, clutching onto the blanket for dear life as Tommy fucked his brains out.
"Come on, darling, let go…"
There was no way Sol would object. His bladder emptied at once, the hot stream of piss hitting the blanket, drops splashing back against his body as he gulped for air.
"Gonna— Gonna cum— Again—"
His vision went black as another orgasm rolled over him, watery cum mixing with piss.
Sol could swear he was gone for a moment.
Tommy fucked him through it, cursing under his breath as Sol tightened around him. He just managed to pull out before he came, shooting his load over Sol's shaking back and arse, the cum sticking to his coarse body hair.
"Jesus fuck…" Tommy huffed breathlessly, his gaze unfocused as he stared down at his ruined boyfriend.
Sol's eyes were closed and there was a faint smile on his lips. Tommy leaned over him to push a hand through his hair, coaxing him gently back to consciousness.
"Hey there," he said in a loving tone. "You're all right?"
Sol nodded slowly, blinking the hazy feeling away.
"Good, come on."
He carefully nudged Sol's hip, his other hand moving down his thigh to his knee, guiding him away from the wet spot in the blanket so Sol could lie down comfortably, his legs stretched. Tommy started to massage the strain out of them, first one then the other, drawing circles with his fingers to help relax the muscles, and Sol let all the motions wash over himself, surrendered to the tender loving care, his eyes falling shut again.
He must've dozed off or at least been lost in his thoughts, because Sol startled a bit as he felt soft lips pressed to his. Tommy couldn't suppress a chuckle and kissed a trail over Sol's cheeks to his eyebrow and then his forehead.
"You're all sticky, my love."
"Wonder whose fault that is…" Sol grumbled in response, but there was no heat behind it.
"I'll run us a bath, hm?"
"That's what I like to hear."
Tommy laughed again, pressing another kiss to Sol's damp forehead.
Going to use last weeks pass to show off because this was my first succesful writing session in literal months and for that alone it needs showing to the world. If you have anything you want to show off @rain-fall-down @18thcenturythirsttrap @noblehubris @chesthighwater @goldners-tin-can @sgtjakes feel free to join in :) or just stay and watch!
Armitozer from the freshly converted number one fan inspired by a list of bad sex prompts I saw because it reminded me how nice it is to have two guys go at it that really suck at what they do :)
In this instance Solomon tried to do that playful ear nibble thing but ends up nearly taking Thomas earlobe clean off LMAO
Additional thoughts below cut
If you're wondering why Solomon is putting on his socks before anything else: in my mind hes a keen observer of every little thing that Thomas does because he's quite in love with him, including the order in which he dresses himself. For some reason my gut feeling tells me that order is socks, shirt, THEN underwear, pants, jacket, whatever. Also made Solomon something of a minute man in this one simply because I think its one of the best causes for bad sex (after erectyle dysfunction) especially if its not really communicated properly just a thing that happens and leaves one party chronically unsatisfied. Unsure if this will have a happy ending with them going back to it or if they'll just go to the hospital to have his ear checked have to see what strikes my fancy in the moment. Gave them a touch of my sensory issues for fun too. Fucking hate the big light and backwards socks.
Armitozer please?! 💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed
A knock on the door.
Solomon wasn't expecting anyone, it was a Sunday afternoon. He had gone down into the village in the early morning to get his share of fresh bread and meat, he had finished his carpenter job at the town's house on Thursday already—so really, there was no-one who should've come up the cliff to his little cottage and bother him.
And yet. Another knock.
He pushed himself off the low wooden stool where he had been perched in front of the unlit hearth to sharpen his tools. Half in thought still, he opened the front door, an excuse ready to throw at whoever was stood there, but the words died on his tongue.
"Solomon."
The voice. He would never forget it, he couldn't have.
"Tommy," he answered breathlessly.
The smile that crooked the other man's lips let his heart beat faster in a way he hadn't felt ever since before they were forced to abandon HMS Terror so many months ago. Tommy looked better now, though, fed up and a healthy blush on his cheeks. His blue eyes were keen, not like the last time Solomon had seen him, laid on a stretcher, scurvy ridden, shot in the shoulder, and looking like the life would slip out of him any minute.
"What are you doing here?"
The question was perplexed and Tommy smiled even more. Oh, his beautiful, cheeky smile...
"Wanted to find you. Took me a while, but..." he rubbed his hand through his short curls.
"Tommy, I—"
But the lad cut him off by stepping forwards, delicate fingers on his scarred cheek and soft lips on his. The kiss felt like electricity surging through Solomon's body, his stomach fluttering in the best way possible and it was as if all the burden was taken off his shoulders, all his anxieties dissipating into nothingness.
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thank you so much !! <3 this was really fun to write—i'd like to think it part of the getting back together from this post-rescue idea i had
"Book cover" for the Armitozer fic series scouserboy95 by @sgtjakes
I love this series so much, and I enjoyed every second of making this graphic. Thank you for the request! <3
I hope the feeling I got from reading the fics comes across in the "cover." Please check out the series, it's honestly amazing!
I thought about writing out my whole thought process below the cut, but I think I'll try letting the design speak for itself first. I might reblog later with a whole essay...
