Indulge Me
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A/N: For @planetpossum who deeply regretted not putting a corset sex scene into her longform fic.
Warnings: Smut, biting.
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Jack gasped as Phantom wrapped the corset ties around his fist, pulling the strings tight enough that his gasp felt like the last breath he’d let out for a while. Face burning in either embarrassment or arousal he couldn’t be sure, yet still Jack turned to give Phantom a weak glare, seeing the smirk on his boyfriend’s face that told him he was in for a long night.
“Yes, I think we’ll be heading home.”
Distantly he remembered they were at an event, that Phantom was politely excusing them so they could leave, and that he probably should not have gasped when Phantom tugged on the strings of his corset. Choking out a farewell, he allowed Phantom to guide him out of the building, sighing when the alpha’s hold loosened on the ties.
Phantom’s lips were on him before the car door had even closed, dancing fingers over the busk against his front while he sucked dark bruises into his skin. Almost on instinct he spread his legs, frowning when Phantom chuckled against his neck and letting out a mortifying whine as he pulled away altogether to fasten their seatbelts.
“Patience, button. All in good time… we will both get what we want when we get home.”
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The car hadn’t even stopped before Phantom was on him again, claiming his lips and mouth in a searing kiss that made his mind go blank as he clung to Phantom’s shoulders and struggled not to wrap his legs around his waist to pull him closer.
As if on instinct, Phantom carried Jack from the car and into the house, pressing him against the closing door and claiming his neck in bites and bruises as he tangled his fingers into the strings of the corset.
Whimpers and half-murmured pleas left Jack’s lips as he locked his ankles around Phantom’s waist, tearing into his too-fancy suit with one hand while the other gripped his hair like a lifeline. The pressure of the tight strings pulling the corset tighter around him stole his breath, but his boyfriend kept coming back to claim his mouth, sharing air with grunts and moans.
Jack’s eyes rolled back at the memories of how many times he’d been pressed against this door, so close he could count the individual grain lines in the wood while Phantom pounded into him with a ferocity like he knew nothing else. The solid wood supported his back when Phantom released him, sparing a moment to breathe before he was lifted again and carried to the bedroom.
“Hands, button,” Phantom purred, setting Jack down and turning him to face the wall before pushing him forward to arch his back and bite at the back of his neck hungrily. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck,” Jack grunted, bracing his hands against the wall as Phantom rutted against him. “I’m not feeding into your twisted fantasies, Phantom.”
“You forget, button,” Phantom hummed, stopping his movements and pulling the corset tighter, pressing warm lips against the shell of his ear. “What do you call me when we’re here?”
“N-Nathan,” he gasped, squirming as Phantom’s fingers slipped under his waistband to tease at the soft skin above his cock. “D-Don’t tease.” The sound he let out when Phantom removed his hands was pitiful, but he stayed against the wall while Nathan shifted behind him.
Soon hands were undoing the button and zipper on his dress pants, tugging them and his boxers down without preamble and gently guiding them and his shoes off his feet. Trailing kisses up the backs of Jack’s thighs, Phantom snaked a hand up to knead at his ass while the other kept him steady, squeezing bruises into the pale skin to accompany the bites.
Jack dropped his head to rest on the wall, knees buckling before Phantom held his hips to angle him properly, barely giving him a second before spreading his ass and scraping his teeth against his entrance. Digging his nails into the plaster of the wall, Jack keened as more slick seeped out of him only to be licked up by the alpha before his strong tongue was entering him.
“Nathan, c’mon,” he whined, pushing back against his boyfriend as Phantom ate him out like a professional, leaving bruises on his cheeks from his nails holding his ass apart. “Y-You know I’m prepped, please.”
With a hum that reverberated inside Jack, Phantom pulled away, gripping the corset ties once more and using that grip to drag him to the bed, tossing him onto it and climbing on after him. Somewhere in the back of Jack’s mind, he noticed that Phantom was completely naked, leaving just the omega in the stupid corseted dress shirt his alpha had put him into.
Releasing the strings, Phantom placed too-warm hands onto his thighs, parting them gently and slotting himself between. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, almost as though he weren’t talking to Jack, and it made the omega whine in need. “Promise to scream for me, alright?”
And then he was pressing into Jack, and he screamed as his hands dug into the sheets. No matter how many times he’d had Phantom inside him, his body never seemed ready to receive his size. Thankfully, Phantom went slowly, giving Jack time to adjust until he was fully seated, clutching his hip and thigh as he waited for the signal to move.
“C’mere,” Jack breathed, reaching up to drag Phantom by his shoulders into a kiss, slowly beginning to rock against him in a silent sign to move and gasping into the kiss as Phantom wasted no time setting a bruising pace.
Strong, calloused hands gripped his hips, his thighs, every inch of skin within reach while sharp fangs scraped against his neck and shoulders, head nuzzling into the sensitive spot below his ear in an intimate scenting, and Jack sighed as Phantom’s own scent bloomed in pleasure, dragging his nails down the alpha’s back to leave red lines and pressing his own blunter teeth against his boyfriend’s scent glands.
“There it is,” Phantom purred, catching the scent of pleased omega as his nose passed over Jack’s bond site, gripping his hips harder and dipping his thumbs just under the hem of the corset to feel the shallow rise and fall of his lower ribs. “Let go for me, button, let me see you unravel.”
Those words, that purr, shouldn’t have been enough to push Jack over, but between the scents and the touches and the damn corset restricting his breathing, he couldn’t find it in himself to hold back, silently screaming into Phantom’s neck as he spilled between them. The world whited out, leaving him barely able to register his reflection in the ceiling mirror or react to the way Phantom’s knot swelled inside him before locking them in place.
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He returned to himself with a deep breath, opening his eyes slowly to see Phantom toss the corset shirt aside before turning to smile back at him. Tender hands cradled his face, and they both hissed as Phantom’s knot shifted inside him.
“Welcome back,” was the smug statement, and Jack almost wanted to slap him, deciding instead to clench around the knot just to see Phantom bite his lip. “Good to know your snark is still there.”
“Get out of me,”
“Still a few minutes, love,” Phantom chuckled, draping himself over Jack’s sticky and sweaty form and pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. “Then I was thinking of a hot bath with those oils you like to soothe your muscles. What do you think?”
“I think I never want to see you so smug again,” Jack replied, leaning into the alpha’s touch against his cheek anyway. “Major mood killer.”
“And yet you allowed me to claim you,” Phantom purred. “Thank you, though.”
That gave Jack pause. “Why?”
“For indulging me. Wearing the corset despite it making you uncomfortable.”
“It was pretty,” Jack answered, cheeks red as his eyelids threatened to close. “And it made you happy. Can I rest now?”
“Of course, button. Rest, and I’ll wake you for your bath in a while.”
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