“You look good handling that gun, knight.”
Sub!Lohen x Dom!GN!Reader, NSFW, masochist!Lohen, gun play, gun sucking, biting, light choking
Wednesday, you were scheduled to test the new line of guns along with scopes sent over from Fontaine. Tasked with ensuring the new firearms work properly, you head to the shooting range where several other knights are on standby.
A crate is soon dropped off near you, and after receiving instructions on how to handle them, you get to work. It takes some time to get used to the weight of it in your hand, but you soon get the hang of it, shooting dummy balloons one after the other.
As you pick up a new gun and focus your aim, you notice… pink? You try to adjust your eyes, rubbing them, and even use a handkerchief on the glass of the scope, but it doesn’t go away.
Just as you’re about to lift your head to find the problem, you watch the pink bubble pop with a loud noise.
“You look good handling that gun.” Lohen peeks down the front sight of your rifle.
“Lo—Vice Captain?!” you gasp in surprise before glaring at him.
Lohen doesn’t flinch and just lets out a hearty laugh, making his amusement known not just to you, but to the other knights at the shooting range, much to your frustration.
“Don’t look at me like that, knight.” Lohen smirks. The title of ‘knight’ weighs heavy on your mind, you know he would’ve called you by your nickname if you weren’t working right now.
“You’re kinda hot when you’re mad, y’know?” It leaves his lips as a whisper meant only for you. Apparently, flirting is more acceptable than calling you an affectionate nickname, but whatever. You roll your eyes at him.
“Come meet me at my quarters tonight.” The hand on your shoulder slips away as Lohen does, humming as he approaches another set of knights, no doubt to also terrify them.
You barely register his words before shaking them off, deciding to focus on your work, hoping the hours pass by faster.
After a shower and dinner, you find your way to Lohen’s front door, unlocking it with the spare key he gave you when your relationship got more serious.
“Boo!”
Two hands land on either side of your shoulders. You jump, and irritation follows soon after your surprise.
“Lohen!”
He laughs, a little less loudly and less performatively than before. There’s that distinct heat and hunger in his voice. Lohen watches you rub at your shoulder where he startled you.
“Still mad?”
“Maybe.”
“Good.” His smile softens but that glint of excitement doesn’t leave his eyes. “I like seeing you like this.”
You roll your eyes. “You just like getting on my nerves.”
“That too,” he lets out a huff of a laugh.
Silence befalls you two, comfortable rather than awkward. Lohen seems to want something, just picking out the words in his mind to ensure he doesn’t scare you off. You have always told him he can just say what was on his mind and that you will accept him either way. And he would always shake his head, a small smile covering a hint of uncertainty.
He steps closer, burying his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent. A scarred hand moving a strand of hair away from your face.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs. “Watching you with that rifle didn’t help.”
His eyes twinkle at the sight of his gun in his holster, hand snaking down to pull it out. You can barely see what’s happening due to his muted teal hair clouding your vision. He pulls away from your chest, but stays close enough to feel your warmth. A cold, metal feeling lands in the palm of your hands; calloused ones raising it up to your field of vision. It’s Lohen’s gun.
“Show me?” he looks at you as if pleading, the burgundy tint in his eyes glowing.
“Don’t be afraid, Bunny.” He flips the gun over, showing you the cylinders are empty and the safety is on. He pushes the gun back to your palms before you engulf the handle with your fingers.
With a click, the barrel of the gun is pressed against his forehead. Lohen flinches slightly before smiling. You take a few steps forward and he takes a few steps back, following your rhythm. The back of his knees hit the bed, and with a small push on his chest, he falls down on the, sitting up right.
You drag the cold barrel of his gun on his face, contrasting the heat building up between you. It rubs against his lips, and as you nudge at him, Lohen obediently opens his mouth, allowing the metal to enter the hot, wet cave of his mouth.
Lohen leans into it, bobbing his head as wet saliva runs down his chin and his teeth clank against the metal. He is so eager, acting as if his life is on the line if he doesn’t please you.
“You’ll gladly take anything I give you, huh?”
He nods, his head moving closer to the gun until you can see a slight outline of it in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, slightly constricting against the black leather choker around his neck.
“Filthy… Disgusting…” you whisper under your breath, rubbing the tip of the gun on his tongue. Lohen swallows as if he wants to devour your words and make it a part of his being.
His head becomes dizzy, struggling to breathe as he chokes on the gun. You take it out slowly, allowing him to catch his breath. The glow from the lantern illuminates his swollen, cherry colored lips glistening with the gloss of his spit. Dear Archons, he looks so good with hair disheveled, panting to catch his breath, chest heaving, and fuck—
You toss the gun somewhere on the bed, causing the mattress to dip. Another weight adds onto the bed as you plant your knees on either side of Lohen’s lap, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. Your tongue swipes across the drool that was left on his bottom lip before sinking your teeth. Lohen moans into your mouth, savoring your taste and the metallic flavor of either the blood or the metal— he doesn’t know anymore nor does he care.
Hands press against his toned stomach, feeling him through the thin white fabric. Your fingers fumbling the button of his dress shirt, forcing the garment open.
Lohen’s scarred hand tangles in your hair, pulling you harder into the kiss. His other hand anchoring himself on the bed due to the sheer force of your movement.
You trail kisses down his neck, his jaw, and when you land on his neck, you bite down hard. Lohen lets out a shaky breath neighboring a groan. His hand lands on your hips, massaging as if to encourage you further.
“Use me…” he breathes heavily in your ear. “Use me however you please.”
a/n: I'll get to writing full smut one day LOL, that day is just not today :P