Sunday Morning
summary : smoke uses his free time in the morning in the best way he knows how
characters : black male reader x elijah “smoke” moore
note : these twins have me in a chokehold right now. expect way more of smoke & stack to come
warnings : morning sex, somnophilia, oral ( reader receiving ), unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship. that’s it… i think… yall know im bad with warnings
Smoke stared out at the landscape below. His view from the top floor of the penthouse gave him a perfect view of the lives below, the closest he could ever feel to being God.
Chicago was flooded with a thick fog, casting an eerie shadow over a city known to be lively at all hours of the day. It was the perfect day to be given off, not that he truly had any day off when it came to working for the mob. At any point, he could be called in to handle some dirty work. So, while he still had the chance to, he would make the most of his illusion of freedom.
He walked into the master bedroom, eyes falling on the sleeping man in the king sized bed. It was the only thing he allowed himself to splurge on. The bed, not the man. No, the man came free of cost.
Y/N twisted and turned in the bed, no doubt trying to find the familiar comfort of Smoke’s muscular body. A sly smirk spread across Smoke’s face as an idea popped into his brain. While Y/N was always on alert during the waking hours, he was quite the heavy sleeper. The nation could break out into an all out war, and Y/N would still be away in la la land.
Smoke climbed onto the bed, finding himself in between Y/N’s spread legs. Y/N never wore anything to bed— other than socks, like the oddball he was. His flaccid dick was exposed to the cool air, sitting on a silver platter for Smoke to take into his calloused hand. He could see a shiver run up Y/N’s body as the cold hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking. Still, his eyes remained close as Smoke proceeded with his devious actions.
Taking Y/N into his mouth was a routine he had down pact since his younger days. The two had come all the way from Mississippi together— with the addiction of Stack who couldn’t bear to part ways with his twin— and practically nothing had changed. Sex, sex and more sex was the basis of their relationship. Despite being the more reserved one out of the two, he couldn’t get enough either.
While the men matured significantly due to the world war, their love remained the same. Fueled by immature lust and childish games, Smoke could only smile to himself as he took every inch of Y/N into his mouth. Somethings never changed, and he was glad this was one of them.
Smoke moaned as he bobbed his head up and down, rubbing his hands up and down Y/N’s muscular thighs. The dick began to hardened inside of his mouth, making it much harder to move at the speed he was. When reaching fully erect, it stretched Smoke’s throat just the way he liked it. He appreciated every second, using his free hand to massage Y/N’s trimmed balls as his tongue circled the oozing tip, collecting the leaking pre-cum greedily. Smoke’s teary eyes shifted upwards, eying Y/N’s sleeping form with anticipation. He shifted in his sleep, eyes fluttering as he slowly came back to the land of consciousness.
Smoke gagged around Y/N’s now fully hard dick, tears running down his cheeks as he sucked feverishly. He had to constantly remind himself to relax so he could take Y/N deeper, nose pressed against his man’s pelvis. When he swallowed the entire thing, Y/N’s hips bucked, tip punching the back of Smoke’s throat.
The man gagged, sound echoing off the walls, and came up off of the dick for a second. Inhaling a deep breath, he went back to work, copious amounts of spit covering his face as he worked his magic.
Reaching a hand back, he reached into his underwear just enough for the cool air to hit his exposed hole. He moaned around Y/N’s dick, closing his eyes as he envisioned the day he had ahead of him. Once Y/N woke up, he was not going to stop until he had Smoke begging for him to— which wouldn’t ever happen since both men were far too greedy to get enough of each other in bed.
He slid a finger between his ass, gently rubbing his slightly hairy hole. His body shuddered at the sensation, though, it was nowhere near what he wanted. Even as he pushed two digits past the barely impenetrable ring of muscle, the pleasure was average.
Fingers didn’t do much for him anymore. Not that he ever had a chance to experience an orgasm brought upon by his fingers. He’d been taking Y/N’s dick for decades, the two meeting when they were stupid teenagers with hormones out of control. The only thing that could bring him true pleasure was the thing he had stuffed in his mouth.
Y/N still didn’t wake. As Smoke sped up his movements, hallowing his cheeks out to create a vacuum of pressure, the only reaction he got was the grimace on Y/N’s face. He was most likely dreaming about getting his dick sucked, and he would be pleasantly surprised to know that reality would match his dream. Y/N’d dick twitched as his orgasm approached, soon spraying the inside of Smoke’s mouth with his sperm when Smoke’s throat closed around him.
He swallowed the thick substance with pleasure, humming in content as the salty tang cemented itself on his tastebuds Y/N was the only man he knew that came so much. Not that Smoke had ever been with anyone else— guy or girl— to know if the amount of cum from Y/N’s orgasms was normal or not. Regardless of the answer, he was happy to be the only one to know. If he could survive off of swallowing Y/N’s babies, he’d be content with the nutritious meal.
When he was sure Y/N’s dick was done spurting out ropes of semen, Smoke pulled his head back with a salacious pop. He wasted no time to yank his underwear down his legs, giddy with excitement when his ass was fully edposed now.
Throwing the blue briefs somewhere in the massive room the two shared, je climb on top of Y/N, his thick thighs holding the entirety of his weight. Sitting on his man’s torso, Smoke reached back and grabbed a hold of Y/N’s rigid dick. Even in a deep slumber, Y/N’s body still responded to what Smoke was doing. If that wasn’t a massive ego boost, then he didn’t know what was.
His dick throbbed painfully, tip oozing out the remnants of his previous orgasm as Smoke stroked him enough to spread the mixture of saliva and cum over his shaft. His eyes rolled back as he sunk down onto the thick appendage, a low groan spilling from his mouth.
The stretch was something he’d never get used to. His ass felt wider and fuller than ever before— a typical feeling of having something so thick and long nestled inside of a forbidden area— and it was already bringing him mind blogging pleasure.
Despite his toughness from many life lessons and time spent at war, Smoke was no match for the pleasure his body felt when Y/N was inside of him.
He fell forward, chest heaving up and down as he tried to hold onto the last amount of composure with hope. He placed his rough hands on Y/N’s shoulder, lifting his ass up just to slam it back down with loud smack filling room. He groaned like a beats into Y/N’s ears, body shaking as the dick hit his prostate head on.
“Well damn.“
Smoke’s eyes flittered open as Y/N’s husky voice, heavy with sleep and intrigue, filled his ear. He lifted his head to look into Y/N’s hooded eyes. His eyes were filled with an array of emotions— lust, admiration, slight confusion, and more importantly, pride. All because of him. Smoke’s eyes mirrored his, the two staring deep into each other’s soul as their bodies settled into the skin to skin connection.
Y/N pressed a quick kiss to Smoke’s full lips, pulling back with his typical grin. “Good mornin’.”
“Glad you awake.”
“Knew my dream was too good to be true.” Y/N grabbed Smoke’s ass, playfully jiggling the pounds of fat in his hands. “Had to see what was happenin’ in the real world.”
“Happy with what you see?”
Y/N pretended to think for a second. “Hmm. Hold on.”
It didn’t take long for him to fall into the trap Smoke had set. He angled his hips to thrust up into Smoke, forcing a moan past both of their lips. Smoke dug his nails into his shoulder, shivering as the nerves in his body lit up tenfold. He stared into Y/N’s, focusing on the love pooling in his eyes as his body began to bounce from the harsh thrusts.
Smoke bounced up and down, hissing every time Y/N’s hand came down on his ass. His body was on fire, sweat beading at his hairline as he moaned with reckless abandon. All the days of quiet quickies in the church or barracks were long gone. He was singing the sound of euphoric pleasure, up until Y/N pressed their lips together.
The two fell into a rhythm, moaning into each other mouths as their tongues worked endlessly. Y/N grinned at the taste of his cum on Smoke’s tongue, speeding up his thrusts as more blood rushed to his dick. Smoke broke away first, gasping for air as his eyes rolled.
“Goddamn!”
His dick twitched as he rutted against Y/N’s abdomen. He could feel his orgasm rushing his way, Y/N’s dick stabbing his prostate repeatedly hurrying up the process. He muttered incoherent sweet nothings into Y/N’s ear, exhaling as his encouragement did its job. Y/N was going to break him with how hard he was fucking up into him. He spread Smoke’s cheeks apart, gripping the meaty flesh in his hands with an iron tight grip— matching the grip Smoke had on his dick.
Y/N’s hip stuttered as his oncoming second orgasm made his legs shaking. “I’m ‘bout to nut.”
Smoke’s lips brushed Y/N’s ear, teasing it with a faint lick. “Flood my shit, nigga.”
The last slap on his ass was painful, the pain radiating throughout his body. Smoke groaned as his dick’s pulsed, shooting ropes of cum onto both of their torsos. Smoke’s walls constricted, the velvet walls of his insides allowing for no movement. Y/N was right behind him, breaking the skin of his lips as he bit down. Cum flooded his hole, the searing hot sensation calming Smoke’s nerves down. He rested his head on Y/N’s shoulder, panting heavily as the two fell into a comforting stillness.
Y/N barked out a laugh. “You sure know how to start a mornin’.”
Smoke couldn’t find the strength to utter words, simply humming lowly as Y/N’s massaged his sore ass. Neither made any moves to get up, knowing that this was only the beginning. Y/N’s dick was already hardening again inside of him, bringing back the delicious stretch Smoke couldn’t get enough of.
Y/N took note of new erection, chuckling lowly. That wasn’t a good sound. Smoke knew Y/N was up to no good, and that he was. Smoke gasped when they flipped over. He moaned, a rare sound for him, slipped past his lips as Y/N’s dick slipped deeper inside him at the new angle. Though, it was short lasting. Y/N pulled out of him, leaving him feeling desolate for a moment. Y/N yanked him to the edge of the bed by his ankles, falling back on top of him with a soft grunt.
“Now I’m happy,” Y/N grinned, grabbing his dick and pressing it against Smoke’s leaking hole.
Smoke sighed, though, it was full of content. He braced himself, gripping the sheets as Y/N slowly entered him again. With the new position, he was sure he was going to be sore for the next couple of days. Y/N never did hold back when he had a clear view of Smoke’s ass clapping on his dick.
Smoke turned his head to the side, the wall of ceiling high windows that allowing him to look out at the clearing fog. The sun began to shine through the fog and through the windows, illuminating the small smile on his lips as Y/N began to fuck him into oblivion.
His morning was going great, and it had only just begun.