For Defending His Honor
Title: For Defending His Honor (for @witcherkinktober)
Prompt: Public Sex (free day)
Pairing: Lambert/Aiden
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: NSFW, Exhibitionism
Notes: I've been having a stupid amount of fun writing Lambden for this event. XD Read it on AO3 here if you'd rather. <3
FOR DEFENDING HIS HONOR By Senashenta
Clubs weren’t necessarily Lambert’s thing, but Aiden loved them and it was worth going just to see Aiden squeeze his frankly magnificent ass into a pair of skin-tight leather pants. Tonight he was also wearing an off-the-shoulder sleeveless tee with some sort of graphic design on the front. Lambert was just wearing jeans and a band t-shirt because he wasn’t as extra as his boyfriend.
Tonight they were hitting up the Yowling Cat, one of Aiden’s favorite clubs, it was generally raucous and loud with bright lights and blaring music. Lambert was neutral on it, with the exception that their bar was fantastic and he could get hammered there easily and cheaply, on good booze to boot. It was easier to lose himself to the dancing and general debauchery when he was drunk.
In any case, they always had a good time and this night was no exception. By midnight they were each several drinks in and inhibitions had flown out the window. Lambert was dancing like no one was watching, letting Aiden practically grope him on the dance floor, and as long as the music continued and the drinks kept coming everything was good. Great, even.
Except other guys kept hitting on Aiden. And girls. Sure, he looked hot as fuck in that outfit, but he was clearly there with somebody—it was as if Lambert was invisible or something. The fifth time it happened he bristled visibly and shoved at the guy—who had the audacity to put his hands on Aiden—and told him in no uncertain terms where he could go. Aiden had to pull him back.
Still grumbling, Lambert wrapped his arms around Aiden and buried his face in Aiden’s neck. Aiden just swayed them back-and-forth sort-of in time with the music for a minute or two before pulling back, grabbing Lambert’s hand and tugging him along to one of the booths that lined the back wall.
They slid into an empty one and Aiden immediately pulled Lambert into his lap, nosing at his throat gently. “Calm down, Lamb, he’s gone.”
“He was touching you.” Lambert groused.
“Mm, and you got him off me.” Aiden slid a hand down to rub along Lambert’s thigh, warm and heavy, and began pressing kisses along his neck, “you’re the only one I want touching me, you know that.”
“I know,” some of the anger had bled out of Lambert’s tone and he sighed, tilting his head and leaning into Aiden’s kisses. “What are you doing?”
Aiden grinned against his skin. His hand slid around to cup Lambert’s dick and squeeze. “Rewarding you for defending my honor.”
Lambert choked a little, hips bucking into Aiden’s hand automatically. He couldn’t help it when his cock started to harden, Aiden helping it along with rhythmic squeezes and rubs. “Here?” He managed finally, “you’ve lost your mind!”
“Is that a ‘no’?” Aiden pouted, now up far enough to breathe hotly against Lambert’s ear. He licked his lips and shifted, rocking his hips up against Lambert’s ass—and Gods, he was hard, too. This was insane.
“We’re both drunk.”
“We’ve fucked drunk before.”
Lambert whined when Aiden’s hand ground particularly hard into his crotch, his head falling back against Aiden’s shoulder. Finally he pointed out, “we don’t have any lube.”
Aiden had the audacity to laugh. He dug in one pocket and produced a little packet, which he held up with a grin, “the dispensers in the bathrooms here have everything.” Ducking his head, he nipped at the crook of Lambert’s neck and rolled his hips up against his ass again. “We don’t have to, puppy, but fuck do I want you right now… you know how hot it was, watching you defend my honor like that?”
About two seconds from caving in, Lambert just groaned and turned his head, searching for a kiss. Aiden happily obliged, kissing him slow and deep and hot, all tongue and teeth. Aiden biting down on his lower lip and tugging teasingly sealed the deal—Lambert moaned, the sound mostly drowned out by the music, and ground back down against his boyfriend’s hard cock. “Okay…”
Aiden uttered a little pleased noise and kissed him again, clever fingers already making short work of undoing his jeans. That done, Aiden pushed Lambert up off his lap to stand, then bent him over the table at the center of the booth, quickly pulling his jeans down to his knees—they were followed in short order by his boxer-briefs. Lambert’s face burned and he folded one arm to duck his face into it with an embarrassed groan.
There was a brief pause then while Aiden fumbled with the packet of lube, ripping it open and smearing half of it over his fingers, then setting the rest aside before returning his focus to Lambert. Standing behind him, Aiden leaned over his back to press a kiss to the back of his neck—even as he was sliding one finger into his puckered entrance.
Lambert jerked and sucked in a sharp breath, then sighed it back out and spread his legs a little further… as far as the jeans around his knees would allow, anyway. Aiden murmured something inarticulate, breath hot against the back of his neck, and fingered him with just the one digit for a while, carefully, before adding a second. Lambert gasped and arched his back and Aiden brought his free hand up to his hip, squeezing there warmly. “Fuck… so good for me, Lamb…”
“No pet names,” Lambert whined in protest, “not while we’re fucking in a freaking club…”
“We aren’t fucking,” Aiden corrected, pushing a third finger into him, sliding all three deep and twisting his wrist to drag them across Lambert’s prostate, making the other man muffle a shout into his arm. “Not yet, anyway.”
Aiden took his time with three fingers, stretching and stroking, fucking Lambert on them until Lambert was next thing to writhing against the table, chest heaving and fingers digging into the tabletop, leaving little sweaty smears behind. Aiden huffed against his neck, forehead pressed into Lambert’s hair and eyes closed, muttering quiet praise under his breath the entire time.
When he finally pulled back, Lambert slumped, panting, and lifted his head to look over his shoulder and watch Aiden undo his own stupidly-tight pants to pull his cock out, grabbing the remainder of the lube to slick himself up and—Melitele’s fucking tits, they were actually going to do this.
“Aiden…”
“I’ve got you, pup.” Aiden moved close again, spooning over his back, one hand down to guide himself as he pushed into Lambert’s slick hole. Lambert just shuddered and let his head drop forward again, a long, drawn-out moan in his chest. Aiden felt perfect. He always did. Like they were made for each other.
Once he’d bottomed out, Aiden took a moment to nuzzle and lick at Lambert’s neck, urging him to lift his head, nudging at him until he looked up—and then drew him into a long, deep kiss, all passion and heat and love.
Lambert was panting when they broke apart and reached back with one hand to tangle his fingers in Aiden’s hair. “Fuck me.”
“Fuck, Lamb,” Aiden swore, even as he was pulling his hips back and rocking forward again, starting up a rhythm, hard and firm. His eyes skimmed out across the crowd, pupils completely blown, “look at all the people… fuck… oh, fuck…”
A whine from Lambert, followed by a low moan when Aiden picked up the pace. Red-faced, he refused to look up, instead focusing on the feeling of Aiden’s hair in his fingers, his cock fucking into him from behind, his body heavy over him, holding him down. His own cock was hard and heavy, already leaking precum, hidden under the edge of the table, completely out of reach.
Things continued like that for a while, hot and kinetic, Aiden fucking into him, eyes switching between watching the crowd and watching Lambert, and Lambert with his face buried in his arm, muffling moans and panting cries every time Aiden hit his sweet spot—which was a lot. Aiden was good at that, always had been.
Finally, just when Lambert was starting to get desperate, Aiden shifted back, wrapped an arm around his waist and moved them both so he was sitting in the booth and Lambert was seated on his cock in his lap. Lambert slumped back against him, chest heaving, and swallowed hard before starting to rock his hips. Aiden hissed and bit at his neck lightly, even as he began thrusting upward, meeting Lambert’s movements with his own.
There was no way of not looking at the crowd, now. Not without closing his eyes completely. Lambert stared out at the dancing masses blearily, then just tilted his head to bury his face in Aiden’s throat. Bringing one hand up, he grabbed hold of his own dick and began stroking, muffling his moans in Aiden’s skin.
“Hey, kiss me, Lamb,” Aiden dragged him up into another series of kisses, long and deep, full of passion—the kind of thing they normally reserved for the bedroom, not a full nightclub. Then again, they were doing a lot of things that they normally reserved for the bedroom right then, so Lambert supposed it didn’t matter.
Another sharp thrust against his prostate and Lambert muffled a cry against Aiden’s mouth, the hand stroking his own cock speeding up. “I’m… I’m close…” He panted against Aiden’s lips a moment later.
Aiden pressed his forehead against Lambert’s temple, nodding, but didn’t reply in words. Instead he brought his hands up, one to hold by Lambert’s hip and the other to wrap around Lambert’s hand where he was jerking himself off, starting to stroke along with him. Lambert swallowed a too-loud cry at that, bucking his hips into his boyfriend’s hand—and it was only another minute or two before he was cumming with a shuddering moan, spilling over both their hands, cum flecking across his shirt and lap.
He kept his hips moving, though, rolling them to give Aiden friction while the other man fucked up into him another few times and then came himself, deep and hard into him. Lambert groaned at the feeling and rocked his hips a couple more times before stopping, slumping back against Aiden, breathing hard.
No one had noticed anything. No one was looking at them. Lambert turned his head and nuzzled into Aiden’s throat with a hum. “That was good…”
Aiden chuckled, “I’ll make an exhibitionist out of you, yet, puppy.”
“What did I say about pet names right now?” Lambert nipped at his ear reprovingly, then sighed and stood, letting Aiden’s cock slide out of him. Cum immediately began dribbling out of him, too, but there was little he could do about that. He quickly pulled his underwear and jeans back up, then plopped down in the seat next to Aiden, leaning sideways into him with a hum. “You know we’re never doing this again, right?”
A laugh. Aiden tucked himself back into his pants. Then he tipped his head to kiss against Lambert’s hair affectionately. “They have those dispensers in the bathrooms for a reason, you know.”
Lambert snorted. “Pretty sure it’s not for this reason.”
