#mothcowgame

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It happens on an impulse. (Really, it does- though Crowley will spend the next year insisting that it was absolutely premeditated, and absolutely something he's going to do again at any moment.)

After two bottles of wine, they're both rather tipsy.

Crowley is right where Aziraphale loves him to be- on his back, spread out on soft pillows, while Aziraphale lays between his legs, licking and kissing every piece of Crowley available to him.

He looks like a feast.

Which, of course, is his explanation several moments later when Crowley demands to know why, exactly, Aziraphale decided to (very, very, very gently, of course) bite him directly on the clit.

With a startled (and very, very dignified) squawk, Crowley's thighs clamp down around his husband's head. Then he flips them over, nearly sitting on Aziraphale's face.

In other circumstances, he would have appreciated this.

"Love, please, raise up just a tad, I can't breathe," he complains, though he's not sure if Crowley can actually hear him.

Crowley squeezes his thighs even tighter, thoroughly smothering any protests from his angel.

"Should've thought about breathing before trying to- to take a fucking chunk out of me!"

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“Are you serious right now?” And “did you just fake an orgasm?” Seem to go hand in hand if you wanna try writing for them! ♥️ u

It's been two weeks since Sadie invaded their home. Two weeks since TK's sobriety was stolen from him. For the first time since, he feels *okay* enough to try to have sex.

And he can't fucking get it up.

He hides it- Carlos is fucking him, so it's easy enough to just press himself against the bed and pretend he's humping against it to get himself off.

He feels Carlos come inside of him, and, just a moment later, a hand begins to slip down his side, aiming to grab his dick under him, and-

TK fakes it. He feels horrible, lying to his boyfriend like this, but he doesn't know what else to do.

Whimpering and wailing, he thrusts his hips weakly against the bed, trying to screw up his face to what he thinks he probably looks like when he comes.

Then everything goes quiet for thirty seconds, and he thinks he's gotten away with it.

"Are you serious right now?" Carlos demands, still panting slightly from his own orgasm.

TK feels his stomach drop. "Huh?"

"Did you just fake an orgasm?"

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. "No, of course not," he laughs. "How would I do that? Why would I do that?"

"I don't know. But that's not how you act when you come. And it's definitely not how you look." He nudges at TK's side, clearly trying to see if he did actually come, but TK stays stubbornly still. Carlos frowns, brow furrowed. "Is there something wrong, TK?"

Then, reluctantly, TK rolls onto his back, and Carlos sees that he hasn't come, but he's soft anyways. And oh, god. Now Carlos knows. He knows that TK is broken, and damaged, and that sometimes his dick just doesn't fuckung work. It's like some screwed up punishment for sobriety; somehow, in the first few weeks he's sober, without fail his dick just... malfunctions. It's happened before, but never with someone he cares about. Not with Carlos.

But it only takes a second for Carlos to wipe away every worry in his mind.

"Oh, baby," Carlos soothes, dragging him into an embrace. "It's okay. You're okay, I'm not mad. We're okay. Everything's okay."

I'm not mad. It's such a simple statement, and such an obvious one; why would Carlos be mad at TK for something he can't control? But it calms him all the same, and the tears he didn't even realize he was shedding are wiped away with gentle hands.

And it's going to be okay. Carlos doesn't mind that he's broken. Carlos loves every bit of him, and TK hopes that he knows how deeply he loves him, too. When he stops sobbing, he'll put it into words.

But for now, it's alright to just sob against his boyfriend's chest.

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” shit━  i got a cramp. ” pls if you get inspired 🤗 for tarlos

One of TK's absolute favorite positions is on his back, a pillow under his hips and his legs tossed over his husband's shoulders as he fucks him senseless. It's perfect- he gets to see Carlos' face, hear his moans, watch his arms, mess with his pecs, and get absolutely ruined, all at the same time.

It's one of the many evenings after work when TK gets fucked like that when a twinge goes up his leg mid fuck. He winces, but ignores it. It's mild- it'll go away in a moment (he hopes.)

But it doesn't; as Carlos keeps fucking him, he can still feel the slight pain in his muscle.

Then he comes, and suddenly his entire thigh hurts.

"Ow!" TK yelps. "Ow, fuck!"

Carlos jolts up, cock slipping out of his husband. "Baby? Baby, are you alright?"

"No- I mean yes, just- shit- I got a cramp," TK complains. "Fuck, that hurts. But- It's fine, you can-" he waves vaguely to Carlos' dick and his own hole, "- you know, carry on, it'll be fine in a second."

"I'm going to get you some water. And a heating pad."

"Come on, you're a sadist, you think me hurting is hot."

His husband snorts. "I think you being in pain when I spank you is hot. Sorry, baby, leg cramps don't really do it for me."

"What if it would make me feel better?" he asks, pouting dramatically.

A hand brushes gently over his cramping thigh. "I'm going to get you a heating pad. I'll be right back."

Internally, TK curses. Stupid leg cramps- he's been looking forward to getting his husband to come inside of him all day. He got his own orgasm, but the real prize was taken away right before it was given to him- and all by a stupid muscle spasm!

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BDSM 7B

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"Talking back has consequences," Carlos had told him three hours ago, before going to the bar with the rest of the 126.

As usual, TK hadn't listened. Instead, he bratted and bitched and backtalked the entire night.

It didn't really matter, he thought. Carlos would dish out some half-assed punishment, too weak for TK's mouth to refuse the offer of an apology blowjob.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

Instead of getting a brief spanking and a cock in his mouth, TK is tied down to the bondage/coffee table hybrid in their living room, his head hanging off. His husband's cock slams against the back of his throat, over and over again. He can't breathe; all he can hope for is half a second to gulp down air, then it's forced right out of him.

Carlos' balls slap against his face, the humiliation of it stinging more than the impact.

The worst part of it is how long Carlos is lasting. If TK was in control, his husband would've come ten minutes ago. But, fifteen minutes in, Carlos shows no sign of flagging or coming anytime soon.

He isn't sure if it's so miserable because he wants his punishment to be over, or because he wants to please his husband, or both.

TK lets out a muffled whine, and Carlos pauses in his thrusts with his cock fully down TK's throat. So he does it again, and Carlos' hips jerk, then again, and again, until his husband is coming down his throat and collapsing on top of him, cock still in TK's mouth.

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“ i can’t take this off. ” + Tarlos if youre still accepting prompts!

"Oh thank God," TK groans when Carlos walks in the door. "Finally. I was about to call you, ask you where you'd gotten to. Can we just get my dick unlocked now?"

"About that," Carlos mumbles.

"Baby, come on. You promised you'd take it off today." His husband grabs Carlos' hand, placing it on the metal cage surrounding his cock. "I've been locked up for a week, please?"

"I can't take this off," Carlos admits.

TK looks at him, mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Baby, what do you mean you can't take it off?"

"The necklace it was on got snagged when I was persuing someone on foot, and when I went back I couldn't find it. I'm sorry."

"So... You lost the key to my dick?"

Carlos nods, face red and ashamed. "I'm sorry."

TK picks up his phone and swipes it open, settling onto the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Carlos asks cautiously.

"Texting Nancy. She got the same model for Mateo after I recommended it to her, so she probably has the same key you lost laying around."

His eyes go wide. "You told Nancy about our sex life?"

TK glares up at him. "How about, 'Thank you so much, TK, for being rational about me losing the key to your penis, and for not kneeing me in the balls'?"

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Can I get “Did you take your collar off?” and “Just for that, we’re using the numbing lube tonight.” with Tarlos?

Tk's phone rings at six in the morning, fifteen hours into his shift.

"Hello, baby," TK answers, voice still soft from sleep, despite waking up fifteen minutes ago He doesn't have to look at who called- Carlos is the only one outside of the firehouse who would call him so early. "How are you?"

Carlos ignores his question. "What're you-" he lets out a soft grunt. "What're you doing? Right now?"

"Unloading the dishwasher. Judd's going to start breakfast in a bit."

"Mm. I don't wanna hear about Judd. I wanna hear about you."

Then, through his early-morning haze, what Carlos is saying clicks.

TK sighs and sets the last plate on the counter. "Oh, baby. You really are a dumb slut, aren't you?"

He hears a soft whimper from the other end of the line, and suddenly he can hear the wet, slick sounds.

As subtly as he can, TK steps away, tucking himself into the nearest quiet corner he can find. "Fuck. Are you jerking yourself off or fucking yourself?"

"The second," he responds, as if he's too scared to even fully admit it.

"You just can't go twenty-four hours without having something in you, huh?" TK shakes his head and sighs even louder than before. "I guess it's my fault for ruining you, isn't it? You never got fucked once before me, but now you're just a whining, greedy little whore who can't stand having an empty hole."

"I'm- fuck, I'm sorry," Carlos gasps out, but it's a pathetic attempt at an apology. TK knows from the sound of his breath that hes coming.

"Aww. Did you just come?"

Carlos manages to force out the softest little, "uh-huh."

As he considers his words, TK grins. Carlos is going to be so adorably distraught. "Just for that, we're using the numbing lube tonight. If you're gonna fuck yourself without my permission, you dont get to feel my cock."

And, of course, he was right. Immediately, Carlos is a whining mess of pleas. "No- no, no, no, please? I need you."

"Keep pushing and I'll to use it on you every day this week," he threatens. "Now go clean yourself up. You'll get your punishment after my shift."

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“ can we take a break? ” and “ did i do something wrong? ”

"Can we take a break?" TK asks, stopping mid-thrust with a weary look on his face.

Carlos' heart shatters. No, no, no. TK can't possibly be doing this again, can he? Not on their wedding night. Not when he's balls deep in Carlos' ass, spreading him out as vulnerable as he can be on their bed.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks. He had to have done something, but he can't for the life of him pin down what it could be. Was he too controlling during the wedding? Has TK been wanting to take a break for weeks, but has only now worked up how to say it? "I'm sorry. Please."

"Baby?" TK asks, tilting his head. "What's...?"

His phrasing clicks half a second later. "No, no, no, baby, oh my god, not that kind of break, I promise!"

Carlos' racing mind screeches to a halt. "What? What did you mean?"

"Baby. I'm exhausted, and I didn't do nearly as much with the wedding. You can barely keep your eyes open."

And, as TK says it, he realizes that it's true. He's been halfway to nodding off since they got home, and he's only been going through the motions of sex.

"Oh," he responds. "Yeah. Yeah, maybe we can get back to it before we head to the airport tomorrow?"

"Hm. Maybe we can have a shower quickie, then a handy on the plane?"

Carlos shoots him a dirty look. "Yes to the shower. No to the plane."

TK shrugs. It was worth a shot.

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As soon as the song ends, Carlos grabs his husband’s hand, half dragging him past their guests and off the dance floor. He knows what they’ll think, but he doesn’t care. So he continues, TK hurrying to keep pace with him as he makes his way through the twists and turns of the garden pathways, then shoves TK into the changing rooms where they had been hours earlier. His husband stumbles but doesn’t catch himself. He lands exactly where he belongs- on his knees, looking up at Carlos.

TK’s attitude melts away as Carlos’ attention turns to him, and him alone.

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