Could you write some more Rex/Wolffe smut? Maybe Rex getting back at Wolffe for the last time?
(Yes!!! For the people who haven’t read it, this is a continuation of this)
“Fuck.”
“Language, cyare.”
Rex can’t help but to chuckle at the way Wolffe growls in response, as if he could do anything about the situation. Well, he could, but Rex knows he won’t, because he loves these kinds of games.
They’re doing a joint mission together, but since it’s supposed to be a stealth mission it means that they’re a smaller crew travelling in a smaller ship, so this time Captain and Commander don’t get their private quarters and are forced to share with their brothers, which is not actually so bad - neither Rex or Wolffe actually mind - but it also means that they have to be more careful about doing certain things since they don’t have the privacy of their separate quarters anymore… or do they?
Taking advantage of the fact that nobody was around at the time, Rex has first shoved Wolffe against the wall, kissing him until they were both short of breath, then he dragged him to his cot with obvious intent.
“Wait, we shouldn’t--” the Commander tried to say, but Rex cut him off with another heated kiss that Wolffe returned eagerly.
“Afraid?” Rex asked then, a teasing smirk on his face. It took Wolffe just a moment to return it.
“Never.”
And here they are now, completely naked, with Wolffe on all four getting fucked by a maybe-a-little-gloating Rex.
“You good?” Rex still asks, because even though he knows that Wolffe likes it rough, he would never want to overdo it, even at the cost of ruining his plan.
“Yeah,” Wolffe replies however, signalling for Rex to keep on hammering him like he was doing just before.
It’s been quite a while since their last endeavour, which has left Wolffe quite tight, but in a pleasant way for both of them, making Rex focus all his might on giving him the fucking of a lifetime without however coming too soon, even though he’s quite close.
Thankfully it seems like it’s the same for Wolffe, because he’s getting restless, trying to claw at the mattress in search for support and he’s beginning to make the sounds he makes when he’s about to come, those groans that Rex will never get enough of.
It’s time to act on his plan: he increases the speed of his thrusts, making Wolffe lose it, sinking his head into the pillow to muffle his noises then, taking advantage of the fact that Wolffe isn’t paying attention, with one hand he activates the comm in Wolffe’s bracer, then one that “casually” ended up on the bunk with them when they were quickly taking each other’s armors off. It takes him just a moment to send the message he needs to send, then he turns the comm off, knowing that now he just has to wait.
Meanwhile all he has to do is to keep Wolffe close to coming but not enough for him to actually do it, which proves itself to be a challenge because that tight heat is so delicious that it’s hard to hold back, but he manages.
Thankfully he doesn’t have to wait long before the barrack’s door opens, which prompts him to immediately resume with his thrusts at full force like before.
“Comet, reporting for duty si--”
“Aaaaah!”
Wolffe comes right at that moment, and Comet gets to witness all of it, from the high-pitched voice, the trembling, the collapsing on the bunk.
Even in his state, however, he notices the intruder’s arrival.
“Comet?!”
“Sir, I received you comm and I--”
“Get out!”
Comet, very wisely, bolts at those words, leaving Wolffe and Rex alone. At this point, Rex can’t hold it in anymore and he begins to laugh at Wolffe’s expense.
“Serves you right for wanting to do stuff in public places.”
In a moment, Wolffe has turned them around, aggressively pouncing on Rex.
“You did this!” he accuses him, gritting his teeth. To be seen like that by another trooper… ugh! He’s going to kill him!
“Maybe I did…” Rex replies, still amused by this whole thing. Wolffe shoots him a dirty look in reply.
“Well then, I’m sure you’ll be able to take care of yourself without me,” he says then before getting up from the cot and beginning to gather his things, leaving the warmth of Rex’s presence who, by the way, still hasn’t come.
The news that Wolffe won’t give him a hand at all should send Rex into the pits of despair, but instead it makes him laugh harder, even when Wolffe chucks his blacks at his face out of rage.
Oh, it was completely worth it.