maybe fit feels pac going limp, so he flips him onto his back to see if hes actually passed out or faking it so fit will drop his guard and he can attack. pac doesnt resist, letting fit manhandle him however he wants. he should have known better than to climb into fit's bed while fit was sleeping. hes exhausted, but his cunt is still clenching sweetly around fits cock, so who can blame fit for going another round (or more) with him?
maybe he doesnt realize what hes done or who it is until the sun rises and he can see pac properly
this got away from meee but I’m so fine with ittt
Fit isn’t thinking clearly and he knows this. He wouldn’t normally fuck someone who snuck up on him but something about this person makes him want to bend them in half until he spills inside them over and over. He’s aware that he’s on autopilot, his survival instincts taking over his sleep-fogged brain. He’s out of it but he can’t seem to wake up fully.
He had removed his hand from covering Pac’s mouth awhile ago, shoving the man’s face down into the pillows if he started moaning too loudly. Fit didn’t know why but he’d drifted his hand down between Pac’s thighs and was carefully stroking the small growth near where his cock was buried inside with practiced motions. His other hand clamped tight around Pac’s wrists to keep him from fighting back even though he had yet to feel the other man tug against the restraint.
In fact, he hadn’t felt the other man do much other than clench down on his cock and moan weakly into the sheets for the past five minutes. Was he playing dead? Pretending to be passed out so he could attack Fit? The wasteland veteran wrapped his free hand around Pac’s waist and flipped them over in one fluid motion, never pulling out from where he was still snapping his hips up into the other man.
Pac barely reacted to the new position, too fucked out of his mind and overstimulated to think about anything but Fit’s cock slamming into his gspot sending shocks down his fuzzy nerves with every thrust. He was limp against Fit’s chest. His legs splayed wide but twitching ever so closer closed as Fit continued to pound up into his cunt. His thighs trembled as another orgasm made liquid gush out onto their thighs again. Cum and squirt coating their lower halves.
Fit moved Pac’s hips to help keep up the pace he was fucking into him with. This new position had Pac’s wrecked voice weakly cracking into open air. The single tone of his moans occasionally tapering off into whispered chants of Fit’s name that made the veteran’s heart clench for some reason he couldn’t name right now. The same unknown reason made him press his lips to Pac’s cheek and press his nose into his shoulder.
Pac’s moans eventually trailed off into silence, exhaustion finally winning over his strung out body. his cunt still fluttering around Fit’s dick as he continued to fuck him. Fit took that as a good sign and spilled one last time inside the other man. He laid there for a moment trying to catch his breath. Pac was passed out, this was the perfect time to get some rope and interrogate him when he woke up. His body didn’t move as he thought out how he would bind Pac to the bed. Either splayed out fully or with his arms still pinned behind his back or above his head. He didn’t move as he imagined how he could get the other man to talk. Or how pretty Pac would look with Fit’s cock in his mouth. Fit’s eyelids started to droop as the energy started to seep out of him. He would find out how Pac had found him and what his plans were. In the morning. He was barely aware of wrapping his free arm over Pac’s chest protectively and pulling him close as he drifted off to sleep.
The next day Fit jerked awake, jostling Pac awake too. Memories of last night came flooding back and he apologized profusely to his Brazilian boyfriend. He pulled out and both of them winced at the amount of cum starting to leak out of Pac. Fit carefully sat the both of them up. He let go of Pac’s wrists finally and blanched at the marks his prosthetic had left. He carefully stretched Pac’s arms out as he apologized over and over and scrambled to find a health potion.
Pac interrupted his guilt ridden ramblings telling him he was ok. That he could’ve contacted Mike if he felt he was really in trouble last night. Fit just lifted him up bridal style and walked them to the bathroom to clean up. Pac joked that it was his fault for trying to sneak into his room like that.
At Fit’s troubled expression Pac told him he had actually enjoyed last night a lot. He spelled out exactly what he had loved and how it made him feel as Fit carefully washed the dried cum and sweat from his skin. He kept telling Fit how he was ok and that he could’ve stopped him had he felt like he needed to.
Eventually they settled down in the bathtub together. Water bottles and snacks pulled from someone’s inventory. Fit told Pac about what it was like for him, the hazy instinctual event it had been and how he still felt an overwhelming affection for Pac even in that half awake state. Pac asked if they could do something like that again sometime and Fit didn’t have an answer. They agreed to discuss it more later and settled in for a day of recovery.
