riley harris/don moore – little god of death au part one
the first night riley stays in don's tent, riley sits up waiting for don to come in the tent. thinking that this was all too good to be true but he falls asleep before don finishes his rounds.
don gets back and it's long past dark and don did a few extra laps before going back go his tent, he sees riley asleep curled around the bag he brought with him and his hand curled around the knife he snuck in under tommys watch.
don stays up waiting and listening and can't stop himself from watching riley sleep, looking so sweet he hardly believed it was the scrappy thing that came charging in giving arthur a nasty shiner.
when riley wakes in the morning Don is already setting up camp and checking the perimeter, he left riley leftovers from dinner the night before with a carton of juice – its sweet and surprisingly fresh and the scared part of him rubs his thumb against the knife in his boot.
a routine is easy to fall into. don is consistent and it took almost three weeks before don came into the tent while riley was awake. the nights are getting colder and don left riley an extra clothes and a blanket.
don refuses at first. too much of a gentleman riley thought (too greedy don thought. too desperate and he ached seeing even just a sliver of rileys soft skin).
but after some arguing and some pouting on rileys behalf don yields and slips under the blanket too. don radiates warmth despite the chill in the air and riley can't resist curling into him.
the first time they sleep together don keeps his hands away from riley. lays still and stiff beside him while riley happily curls against him warming his hands under don's top.
on the fifth night riley was fed up. both with the bitter wind and with don refusing to touch him no matter what he does. lets don catch him washing by the river, deliberately brushing up beside him when on their rounds, sitting next to him at meal times and knocking their knees together but nothing makes him break, don takes each pass with a heavy silence and a straight face.
but underneath it he's burning. he ignores riley's obvious interest with warmth low in his belly, his eyes follow him when he isn't looking and even when he is don still watches.
lays awake at night hard and wanting while riley lays next to him oblivious to the torment he causes don. traces his lip with his tongue and silently hopes riley wakes up and catches him wanting.
one night riley does wake up. he's warm and heavy and more comfortable that he's been in a long time. he's cages against the side of the tent with don behind him, one arm across his stomach hand heavy but open palmed.
he feels don's warm breath against his neck and a blush burns his cheeks, he tries to keep still torn between staying still to see what don will do or turning around and begging don to do something, anything.
don knows that riley is awake. can feel the blush burning off his skin and can feel the clenching of his stomach under his hand.
something crazy overcomes both of them. neither is sure who moves first but as don moves forward riley turns around and all it takes is eye contact in the dim morning light for both to move forward.
the kiss is hungry. not sweet and gentle like don wanted their first kiss to be. but consuming. full of heat and want and riley drags don ontop of him.
don is heavy as he grinds down onto riley, groaning into his mouth swallowing any soft noise riley makes.
riley's legs part even wider trying to make more space for don as he buries his hands into don's hair causing him to shudder against him.
theres an ache in his hips as he tries to accommodate don's wide frame, whose hunger is endless as he kisses hot and heavy and messy full of teeth and tongue.
tipping his head back riley groans as don's mouth moves down across his jaw and throat hand curling under one of riley's knees lifting it higher up so he can drive his hips faster and harder.
there's only the thin fabric of their boxers between them and soon it is too much for the both of them as riley bucks his hips against don's until both spill into their underwear.
riley whimpers against don's neck where he's buried his face, mouth wet and open and panting against his skin and the noise don lets out is almost pained and desperate as he grinds into him one last time chasing the high
riley hopes don will pull his boxers off and fuck him like he wants him to but he knows don better by now.
he lays his head back against the pillow don found him breathing hard while don kissed back up to his mouth almost panting against his mouth.
his boxers feel wet, his skin hot and flushed and theres tears in his eyes but don does not want to move. wants to lay here with riley and forget about everything.
but soon the camp starts to wake and he can hear them talking not so subtly why the fire wasn't lit yet "fuck 'um" riley whispered against his mouth "stay" he gives don the soft and sweet kiss he wanted "just for a little bit".
don kisses back, long and slow and does as riley wants and stays with him, just for a little while longer.
small moments between my oc don moore and riley harris who belongs to @call-sign-shark (the little god of death au belongs to them also) thank you for letting me borrow him and im sorry it took me so long to get something written, sorry its not the full fic i promised but im struggling with writing rn but i was thinking about them today and felt awful i never got something posted so shark i hope you like these and consider them an apology for not writing anything 🙏 if you have any ideas for a part two pls feel free to tell me 🫶
Because I am a sucker for soft, tiny, and cutesie sub who's fucked up, and big scary top who's not in charge. For @the-makingsofgreatness. Don't ask me what happened, I went full crazy and inspired so that's why it's chaotic but it's made with love nonetheless! 🖤
On January 7, 1934 Alex Raymond's iconic sci fi newspaper comic strip "Flash Gordon" premiered for King Features as a challenge to "Buck Rogers". (Real Life Event, comic strip)
