Tyler/Val sub/dom banging!
(warnings for : they're bad it it, and they fuck it up. but they fix it! but they're bad at talking about boundaries)
Sex with Val is really fucking intense. Tyler’s used to sex like that, for the mostpart; he likes guys who are dominant in bed, who make him feel bossed around and taken care of and - and to be honest, that’s his favourite part, feeling safe. He’s safe when he’s being told what to do, and he’s safe when he’s being put together afterwards.
They’re - they’re sort of missing that second part. Tyler came home with Val after the game, and within half an hour of getting to Val’s place, Tyler was all-but sobbing on the bed, arms shaking as he tried to keep himself held up, pressing his hips back needily. He’s so hard it hurts, keeps trying to rut against the bed, stopped by Val growling at him warningly. Usually, Val tells him to open himself up, but today he’s doing it, thrusting three fingers into Tyler and rubbing his prostate over and over until he’s shaking.
“Please, please-” he pants out, and Val lets him up, so Tyler can scramble over to straddle Val’s hips eagerly. Val keeps his hands on Tyler’s hips, though, firmly holding him up so he can’t sink down on Val’s dick.
“Maybe not yet,” Val says, grins at him, the wolfish look that gets Tyler hard in a second, no matter where he is. He whimpers, tries to squirm around.
“But please!” he begs, cries out brokenly when Val’s dick just rubs lightly against him, not nearly what he wants. Val flips him over easily, pins him down with big hands on Tyler’s wrists.
“No, don’t think so,” Val says, “not good enough, for that yet.” And that - that breaks Tyler out of what he’s feeling, makes him freeze up immediately.
“N-no?” he stammers out; Val’s busy kissing along Tyler’s collarbone.
“No, so bad,” Val growls, “not deserve, you know why?”
“Because I’m bad?” Tyler chokes out; it feels like his throat’s closed up a little, and tears are stinging at his eyes.
“Very,” Val agrees, voice deep, and if he was saying anything else, Tyler would be so into it, but - but - he’s saying Tyler’s bad - “tell me, you deserve it?”
“Red,” Tyler blurts out, and Val gives a lazily confused sound, because - because of course he has no fucking idea what Tyler’s talking about, they’re doing this all wrong and never talked about safewords or fucking anything because Val just does sex like this and doesn’t know shit about it being an actual thing people do, with rules and safewords and stuff, and Tyler just didn’t tell him. Val doesn’t know what he’s talking about, Tyler regularly sobs during sex but this is different and he’s just - it hurts and he’s crying and he’s helpless because his safeword means nothing -
“Tyler?” Val asks, sits back a little, “this - not feel normal? You are okay? No?” Tyler hiccups a sob and tries to hide his face, but Val’s still holding his wrists down like he’s forgotten he’s even doing it.
“I wanna stop,” Tyler begs, wracked with sobs by now, and Val lets up so fast Tyler’s almost reeling, the jump from too-much to nothing, and he just yanks over a pillow and buries his face.
“Tyler?” Val whispers, “I - I do wrong?” Tyler shakes his head no, but he’s trembling and sobbing and a fucking mess, he’s probably not very convincing. “You want - I leave?”
“It’s your bed,” Tyler manages to choke out, rubs his eyes with his fist, peeks out at Val. Val’s crawled under the sheet, sitting there beside Tyler, eyes wide with concern. “Don’t go,” Tyler babbles, when Val moves half an inch. “Please, please-”
“I - hold you? If okay?” Val offers, and Tyler can’t scramble over to him fast enough, burrows in against Val’s chest and takes big, shuddering breaths until he feels like he’s getting enough air. Val seems sort of panicked but catches up enough as he can, holds Tyler firmly against him and murmurs things in Russian that might be reassuring but also might be apologising.
Tyler takes a long time to calm down; it proves to him so clearly that he’s really, really fucked this up. He just is not someone who can do this, if something verges even a little towards that kind of sex, he has intense boundaries that can’t be crossed and he should have said something. He always was half afraid because it was so intense, because there was this sneaking fear that Val couldn’t - handle him, or something, that he’s too much of a mess and too high-level-needy-submissive or something, and he’s just so upset.
“I do something wrong?” Val asks after a while, shaky. Tyler goes to say no, but - but he can’t go through this again, never, never.
“You said I was bad,” Tyler whispers, “it’s - I can’t - it doesn’t feel like a just sex thing and it kinda fucks me up.” And - while he’s at it, he adds, “we don’t do the after part, either.”
“What is after part?” Val asks, carefully repeating the words Tyler said. Tyler sighs out a breath, closes his eyes.
“Can we talk later?” he asks, and Val nods, like he’s not sure how to do the talking part, either.
Tyler goes home; he hides in his bed, tries to calm himself down enough that it sticks.
--
It’s a while before they have sex again; Tyler gives himself a month to recover, and everything feels like normal - going home together, kissing in the elevator, staggering into the bedroom.
“Wait, wait,” Val says, when he has Tyler pressed against the door, and Tyler’s squirming and trying to get friction on his dick, to no avail.
“What?”
“Your word, is red? For stop?” he says, and Tyler blinks in surprise for a moment before he nods vigorously.
He’s happy with that, really; he’s overjoyed, when the sex is just like it always was, except Val never calls him bad. “You good for me?” Val asks, when Tyler’s panting and gasping for breath, Val’s hand on his back, pressing him into the mattress while he fucks Tyler.
“Yeah, yeah,” Tyler whines, arches when he feels Val stroke his fingertips along Tyler’s erection.
“You can be good and come? When I say?”
“Yes!” Tyler sobs out, because he can, he can, he can be good for Val, he’s good. “I promise, I promise!”
“Not yet,” Val groans out, thrusts stuttering a little, and he jerks Tyler’s hips back to press in deep when he comes, shuddering. Tyler squirms and moans when Val pulls out, flips him onto his back. Val gives an appreciative little sound, thumbs over the head of Tyler’s dick. “You very good for me,” Val says, “I let you come, because so good?” Tyler can only nod, whining high and desperate, and he’s only more desperate when Val presses three fingers into him.
“Can I? Please?” He’s making lots of needy, whimpery sounds, but he can’t help it, he really can’t.
“Yes,” Val says, curls his fingers just right, and Tyler comes with a sob immediately.
Usually, they clean up and go their separate ways, and Tyler’s already looking around for his clothes, once Val’s gone to throw the towel he used into the hamper. Except - Val just comes back to the bed and climbs in, holds out an arm towards Tyler. Tyler scoots over hopefully, gives a content little sigh when Val hugs him closer.
“Was very good,” Val says, and Tyler gives a surprised little whimper, looks up. Val’s cheeks are pink, like he’s not quite sure if he’s doing okay at this. “You very good, and - very proud, of you, for so good.” It sounds like maybe he was googling aftercare or something, found a list of things to tell the sub, and Tyler just - just melts against Val, reassured by what he’s saying, that he wanted to learn what to say at all. “Is - everything is okay? Nothing is bad?” Val checks, and Tyler nods, gives a content little sigh and closes his eyes.
“We’re good,” he says, and he feels Val relax a little, like maybe he needs to be told he’s good sometimes, too.
