#full fic hhah

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

hellooooo oml i am like drinking so i might ot be the most sensical rn but hello. helloo

i commissioned you ocne and idk how many comms you get so this might be sooo obvious who i am but !!!! your art is so lovely. its so beautifl. i look at it and i see a painting. i see a visison. i look at the piece you made for me and feel like i robbed you with the costs for how it has shifted and tken a new place in my heart. i look at it so fondly bc how can you make something so beautiful ??? oml the skill and dedication you have put into honing your craft astounds me. it takes my breath away. sometimes i feel jealous for not knowing you bc i wish i could peel back your skin and peer into your brain and learn what churns in your head and how you generate your ideas and just. how much effort goes into making such beautiful things

oml and your writing HHAH. i went into the new lycorris radiata fic prologue recently (i can[t believe you deleted the original chap one i lovoveeed that thing king) (it took me like five attempts to speel king right) and i love the changes. i was writing a review in my notes app about it and i was painstaking lygoing through it all and i think i was liikkek??? 600 words in /?? and my phone had the audacity to nottt translates my notes over when i changed phones as if i haven't been working on my review for a week. fml.

but it is so beaitufl. you write like a fairytale. this issooo embarrassig and i'm gonna wake up tomorrow so embarrassed for sending this and feeling so parascial lmao but your art is truly beautiful. its like a microcosm of everything that makes you you even if i dont know you adn tyu build this tneous connection between the reader and the author and the stry and it leaves me in awe. you wrrite like a fairytale. the description is beautiful the characterisation is awe-inspiring and it creates a little place in my ribs where i think back on it and go wow. ths is the kind of story i will think back on for years to come.

SORRY I AM thteee sappiest drunk everr. we've arely talked this is sooo embarrassing but idk. yiour arrt is so gorgeous and i hope you know that. hope you wake up ever morning and you know you've put something so beautifyl out into the world and there is something who dearly anticipates every next word and who thinks your art is beautiful and your writing has changed somethingi nme. i love avra. i love vyla.d i love every word i've read and i wish i could share that oherently in my original review that i lsot but alas.

i'm so sorry LMAMO this will probably bee sooo weird for you to recieve frma strangero ntumbulr. i so need to sober up but its just so breathtaking. your brain is breath taking. i cannot wait for the day you next update or share art or do anything creative bc your wriitng is beautiful your art is beautiful and i smm sooso grateful you shared it with the world. is so beautiful i cannot help but believe you yourslef must be beautiful bc who else could create the kind of art you do

ok im done now im not reading thiisi ober nd i have no idea how long it actually is LMAOA i wish you the best strangerr. you are the kind of person someone would yearn to know (sorry i probs sound sooo parasocial haaha0 and i hope you are soo well

I’m screaming and crying and throwing up and I’m tearing off my clothes so I can run into the woods and howl at the moon and turn into a canine beast

This is

Everything to me, drunk anon, you are everything to me. I will one day get a printer so I can print this ask out, and I will post a YouTube video of me eating the entire thing, with no cuts, and no audio. Full on mukbang. Because I need this to be a part of my soul. And people will argue that consuming something does not integrate it into you forever but I would rather this be a part of me for only a short while than never at all

This has me feral and insane, you’re so sweet about me and you write in such a poetic prose I need you to write some kind of fiction now.

For this alone I will draw you a thousand pieces of art, using my own blood sweat and tears as my materials if I must. You are everything, Anon.

I wish that review still existed simply so I could read more of your words because if this is you drunk then I cannot imagine how you talk sober.

[whattheplotteamgai]

Tell us about the time you cheated on your significant other (Handcuffs, Mom’s Secret Ingredient, Laboratory)

Cheating’s not something I’m comfortable writing, but I found a way that works for me...

this one’s is kinda smutty sooooo be warned if you decide to read

“Hey, I just finished, I’m heading out, I’ll meet you there soon. What? What do you mean? Work late…again… It’s our Anniversary!”

Neji hangs up and pockets his phone before slouching on the lab counter. He drops his bag to the floor with a profound sigh.

“I couldn’t help but overhear some dumbass stood you up.”

Neji jumps back surprised to see someone else in the lab. He looks at who that is. Lee, T.A. reads the tag on his lab coat.

“My husband”, replies Neji adjusting his glasses in an unsubtle way to flash his ring.

“I still can’t believe someone as brilliant as you married dumb.”

“You…He-he’s not-”

“I’m so happy to see you, though”, interrupts Lee. “You were my favorite professor last semester.”

“Fan of nutriments’ organoleptic properties?” Neji asks nervous under Lee’s gaze.

“God no, you’re just so pretty to look at.”

Much against himself, Neji chuckles; guess it’s the nerves.

“So happy”, Lee echoes as he softly circles Neji’s cheek with the back of his fingers, “do you want me to keep you company tonight?”

Neji looks away from Lee’s gaze but can’t help to nod along to what the suggestion entails; he just hopes the throbbing of his heart isn’t selling out how exhilarated he feels. Lee leans in to kiss him but Neji faces away, his lips seamlessly find their way to his neck instead. Say what you will about power dynamic, but Neji enjoys the feeling of Lee’s strong hands knowingly roaming his trembling body. How in a short time, he learns which caress have him quivering. How Lee slowly drives him mad with shameless desire.

“Here? In the University’s laboratory?”, weakly objects Neji wondering why it’s such a turn on, “Anyone could walk in!”

“Professor Tenten asked me to close up the lab after class; we won’t be bothered.”

With that, they resume their exploration, their bodies eager to get acquainted. Lee feels so warm Neji can’t help but to question their need for clothes. He fidgets to unbutton his shirt when Lee swats his hands away.

“Let me. I’ve fantasized about this so many times.” Lee wastes no time covering the exposed skin in light hickeys, sliding to the ground as he shakily unbuttons the rest of the shirt off. “You’re boring lectures used to always derail my train of thoughts.”

“If you hadn’t already graduated, I’d think you were in it for a passing grade.”

Lee easily frees Neji from his jeans and rubs his face on the fabric of his boxers, exhaling hot breaths that have Neji twitching.

“You’ve fantasized about this too?”

He had. Numerous dreams with that exact scenario throughout last year. Although Lee wants to keep teasing his expecting partner, he can’t wait to satisfy his own hunger. All too fast, he has Neji’s throbbing dick in his mouth. He didn’t think he’d ever get this far, but here he is, excitedly enjoying him encouraged by a melody of pleased moans. Suddenly, Neji’s obnoxious ringtone goes off, throwing their ecstatic rhythm off. Begrudgingly, Lee stops to fish out the phone from the discarded pants on the ground.

“Don’t stop.”

“Who’s calling?” Lee asks Neji handing him his phone.

Neji looks at the caller ID incredulous, “it’s my husband.”

“Answer it.”

Neji gestures to them like it’s self-explanatory why he shouldn’t.

“I’ll stop, then, you choose”, Lee smiles as Neji bites his trembling lip and answers his phone.

“He-ey.”

“Great job maintaining a steady tone”, comments Lee.

“Where are you?” asks the voice on the other side of the phone.

“Careful not to tip him off to what we’re doing.”

“There’s a more important tip here for you to worry about”, Neji urges guiding Lee’s head back to business. “Uni, look I’m busy…grading papers.” He hangs up dryly and tosses the phone onto the counter. Lee chuckles as he slowly licks Neji from base to top.

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“I have other priorities at the moment.”

Not long after he cums into Lee’s mouth, Neji rests against the counter high on this feeling of fulfillment. Sure been a while since he’d experience this much excitement.

“I’ve masturbated thinking about you so many times, never thought I’d ever get the real deal”, admits Lee as he rises back up.

“There better be more, I am not cheating on my husband for just a blowjob.”

Both had held on to a false belief they’d be satisfied by then, wrong. It soon becomes clear it won’t stop there.

  “Turn around; I want savour your perfect ass until I’m hard enough to take care of you more deeply.”

“Sounds…yes.”

Neji does as asked, eager to continue. It’s a pleasure differently overwhelming that has him quivering under Lee’s whims this time. The tongue fucking makes his vision blurry, his body shivers uncontrollably from the swirls, and when Lee sucks on the sensitive skin, he wishes lab sex could be a regular thing.

“That good? I love your moans.”

“Fuck me; I’ll scream all you want.”

Neji’s smile is all the invitation Lee needs to start undoing his pants. As if on autopilot, Lee starts to undress, but Neji’s quick to make use of his free mouth and Lee’s lonely dick.

“You pretty little thing, you have no idea how much I want to take you right now”, Lee hisses as Neji takes immense joy in his way to distract Lee.

Because of that enticing mouth, Lee barely notices Neji has wrapped his dick and coated it in lube; he sure is impatient. Thick and penetrating, those aren’t words Neji would’ve ever used to describe a student. Now, in this case, he’s not sure they could come separately anymore.

“Ten years!” Neji yells out.

“What?”

“Married ten years. Tell me why it took so long before getting fucked standing up.”

“I love it when you’re all riled up.”

“Just fuck me”, he demands.

Lee happily continues as commanded. It doesn't take long before Neji’s soft whines become loud moans in between lewd demands and rhythmic thrusts.

“Faster.”

“You just asked to go slower.”

“But here's very good.”

“If I go slowly you'll enjoy it longer.”

“I think it'll feel better.”

“I can alternate speeds, you know.”

“Smart and good looking, what more could I want.”

“I'm sure you'll think of something.”

Neji softly pushes Lee away who freezes waiting for directions. Neji takes his hand and pulls him to the floor. Lee’s quick to take a seat against the counter while Neji takes place on his lap.

“Sit back and admire the show.”

Lee can't believe his luck; to hold on to the object of his affection wildly enjoying sex. Consumed by lust, rapidly losing his composure, sloppily riding his equally tired partner, Lee finds him to be such a beautiful sight he can’t help but to prolong their ecstasy. Neji’s elated moans as he fucks himself at just the right angle quickly turn into screams mixed with Lee's as he enthusiastically joins in, their movements rapidly synchronizing.

“You're so pretty, Neji”, murmurs Lee as they reach their orgasm together. This doesn't stop Neji at first, but as fatigue overtakes him, he slows until he's left a panting mess on top of Lee.

“Enjoying your little adventure for as long as you can?”, teases Lee before leaning forward to kiss him, but even as worn out as he is, Neji’s quick to press his hand to Lee’s lips effectively keeping him away.

“Lee, it’s true you’ve had me in ways my husband never dared to, but even then, some things aren’t meant for you.”

“You dumbass, I am your husband”, counters Lee kissing his neck until his giddy husband surrenders and kisses him back.

“And you wanted to simply get some handcuffs.”

“I mean still can for some other time.”

“True. Want some Chinese?”, asks Lee getting up.

“Yeah, I’m starving.”

“Got us some chow mein.” Lee pulls out the containers from the lab’s fridge and puts one in the microwave.

“From Mom’s Secret Ingredient?”

“Of course, it’s our Anniversary after all.”

While waiting for the food to heat up, Lee picks up their discarded clothes around the room, “Why’d you throw my coat in the sink?”

“Me? You threw it!”

“Did not!”

Lee takes it out of there and straightens it before fishing out his ring and puts it back on.

“I also got us wontons.”

“I’ve never loved you as much as I do now. Aim for my mouth!”

Lee throws a wonton but it hits Neji’s face.

“I want a divorce.”

Lee throws another one.

[livayl]

On a hazy autumn morning

This is a sneeze-/sick fic I wrote to introduce my two modern day OCs: Alexej who´s in his early thirties and a concert harpist and his husband Evan a former marine in his forties. :3 So no fantasy this time but a bad cold, sneezes and a bit of domestic fluff/care taking. :) Also a mess warning for the sneeze parts towards the end. (Never know how to actually classify this but nothing worse than in my “things I think of” stuff. It´s there but not very descriptive) 

It was still early in the morning and relatively quiet. Peacefully so almost at least if one could ignore the unusual deep, breathless and congested snoring that resounded inside the small flat. Outside the chill autumn air was still hazy with mist and damp with frosted dew that had sprinkled the windows. The newly rising sun fought for supremacy with the seemingly ever present opaque shroud which could only be displaced temporarily these days. Bright rays of bronzed golden light illuminated the thick swirls of mist. They only managed thinning it enough to reveal an alley of old, widely branched maple trees whose leaves flashed auburn and rust red in an entity of white.

Evan watched from inside his cozy and warm apartment as a strong gust of wind made the big yet pliable branches wave and sway. His steel grey eyes followed the instantly loosened clouds of five-pointed leaves tinted in different layers of gleaming reds. They drifted and danced sluggishly through the fog, flashed their splendor until slowly gliding out of view. The sight was eerily pretty yet Evan would have preferred to indulge in it while dreaming instead of blurring it with tears created by a jaw-cracking yawn. Being up this early on a free day and after an almost sleepless night should have been rewarded with a bit more. He stifled another yawn against the rim of his mug and drowned its remains with a last stream of lukewarm coffee. The pleasantly bitter taste and aromatic smell managed to linger for a few moments longer.

Evan rubbed over his rather rugged, angular face, neatly buzzed head and full beard while pondering what would be more alluring: Another round of news reading followed by a nap on the small couch or a hot shower. The shower won the uneven match easily. Could have been a different outcome if it had rivaled with his big, comfortable bed. But Evans younger husband did strictly refuse sharing a sleeping place or other close quarters whenever he happened to fall ill- which was the case much more often than it should have been. Well, Evan unyielding insisted that his ill yet much smaller partner should sleep in the bed and NOT on the couch. So maybe they were even in stubbornness.

His back protested and ached while getting up which made him cringe. He´d only been a civilian for some years after a prolonged time of military service yet sometimes the amount of subjective effeminacy seemed to be hinting on a couple more.

A series of wheezing, crackling coughs made him turn on his heels and wide awake immediately as he hurried to swiftly open the bedroom door. The sight of his husband bent forward and shaking with forcefully suppressed, barking coughs alarmed him instantly as he crouched down next to the bed. “Alex? Do you need your inhalator?” He asked and pried away a slender, slightly trembling hand to place the small device into it´s palm. The gesture made Alexej look up despite the rattling spasms. When Evan had previously thought that he felt tired his husband clearly looked the part:

Alex skin, naturally very pallid, almost translucent with a faint dapple of freckles above his nose, high set cheekbones and lightly concave cheeks, was flushed and sweaty with fever. His deep set yet big bright eyes were dulled and glazed over. Now only resembling a fading cyani flower instead of their usual glowing bouquet of blossoming blue. They were also puffy and even more embedded into shadows created by too much worry, work and an irregular sleep pattern. The latest tour of long concerts had worn the already small and dainty, almost fragile built harpist out and probably paved ways for this recent illness. His beautifully curved yet small lips were devoid of color as well- a stark contrast to his straight, narrow nose which was tinted an angry red and chapped around the edges. Lingering exhaustion had deepened the fine, usually barely visible lines in his face and hopefully only marred it temporarily.

“Ndo….” Alexej managed to choke out after the small yet intense fit- voice almost inaudibly hoarse and slurred with heavy congestion. His fine and wavy, chin length wheat blonde hair was widely ruffled, damp with cold sweat and underlined with premature silver. Yet Evan loved gently combing it back behind a feverishly heated ear while he caressed the others delicate and long fingers with his much bigger and calloused hand. “I´m sorry if I woke you up.” Alex mumbled around a few futile tries to suck in a bit of air through his hopelessly clogged nose. “You didn’t, no worries. Can I bring you something?” Evan asked and had to restrain himself from kissing the others slightly parted mouth. He´d probably refuse which would leave him longing even more. “No tha-hah-nk youhh- hheh-hih-hold on-” Alexejs already unsteady breath had started to quaver mid sentence. Evan watched as his husbands red rimmed nostrils flared irritably while his breath hitched. They revealed tender yet angrily blushed insides and a septum already slightly wetted with shining fluid. Alex light blonde lashes fluttered feathery as he fought to keep his tearing eyes open while his free hand went on a frantic search for his box of tissues. Evans own did find it a bit earlier though and gathered a whole bunch of them right in time to gently cup them around his husbands gasping mouth. A small hand gripped his own with surprising force and pressed the protective barrier closer to his down turned lips and shaking nose as he surrendered:   “hhh-heh-hhiih-PTZSSCH-hieh!- hheh-hah-TSSSCHHiuh!-AH´PTZSSCH-iiiew! unngh snfff" The sneezes had been unusually rough and tortuously teasing with their build ups that made Alex face scrunch and contort helplessly in rhythm of his frantically rising chest. They also were richly accompanied by moisture and spray worth of a restless night with congestion. It had not only been audible but also burst steamingly through the thin barrier and had managed to heat Evans skin.

Alex rather frail body had been at complete mercy of their exceptional force as he shook with each one and would have tumbled over if not steadied by his husband. He looked tired and teary eyed as he finally emerged from the sodden cluster of tissues. Still too dazed, feverish and breathless to feel shame or the traces of moisture still lingering around his nose and chin.

"Bless you, angel.” Evan simply replied while plucking a new bouquet of tissues.

“Ndoh- let me-” Alex tried but was shushed effectively by the cloudy fabric and even softer touch that gently cleaned his now deeply blushed face.

“Jesus… How did you get it on your cheek?” Evan could not help but snort a bit with amusement. It accomplished the impossible and made Alexejs fair skin turn into an even deeper shade of red.

“Don´t do that, I´m gross!” the younger man finally managed to say and gathered his remaining strength to pull away a still caressing hand.

Evan could not resist any longer and planted a gentle, soft kiss on Alex forehead. He tasted salt, bitter sweetly radiating warmth and that special, tingling aftertaste so delightfully unique to the other.

Alexej shivered with pleasure at his husbands surprisingly soft lips and coarse yet mellow rub of beard against his overheated skin.

He snuffled and tried rubbing the persistent tickle out of his nose that managed to squish and squelch wetly with the massaging motion.

“Don´t be stubborn. Let me stay and take care of you. I can´t sleep much outside anyways.”

“But you´ll get sick, too.” Alexej mumbled and bit his lower lip to give a contrast to the again rising tickle burning through his swollen sinuses.

Evan slowly, tenderly kissed the arch of his husbands delicately trimmed brows.

“I´ll be extra careful…” He breathed and let the tiny, soft hairs tickle his lips.

“But you-” Alexej really wanted to argue or at least revel in the sweet fondle and stroking breaths for a bit but could hardly concentrate as his own grew erratic again. The tickle had quickly grown big and urgent enough to crumble the last pieces of control while demanding his immediate attention.

“Hhhold on, I hah-ve tosneeze-” he gasped out as his eyes closed against his will once more and nostrils opened widely.  

The harpist had barely time to avert his head and hide the snarling grimace behind a hastily raised forearm:  “Hhh-hhiieh-IZZSSSCH-iieew! hhah-APTSSCHiieh! huh-heh-YISSSSCH-iuh!” Building faster, more easily this time but no less desperate and urgent the sneezes had left his shirt copiously wet and him slightly dizzy. Alexej could not help but cringe at the damp feeling tickling his skin and big wet spots distinctively visible on his light grey sweater.

“Here sweetheart. Bless you.” Evan said kindly, this time offering the tools for a much needed clean up instead of doing so himself.

“But I?” He then asked once Alex had finished off with an extensive and crackling nose blow.

“…. You made me sneeze at your hand. That´s not being careful.” He replied groggily and slumped back into a pile of propped up pillows. Those last outbursts seemed to have sapped the last bit of his much restricted strength.

“And you just did so all over yourself. Both of us can be washed.” Evan pecked a quick, teasing kiss on his husbands lips.

“Let me start with myself and come back with some tea, meds and breakfast. And then we´ll try to get some sleep.”

While left alone in the room all drowsy and floating with fever Alexej could not help but feel relieved and comforted knowing his love would return and this time also stay.

[songsforfelurian]

Heith Fic: Deep Pressure Sequel

Chapter 7, “Need To Feel You,” is available on AO3! You can also read the whole thing under the cut. Please let me know if you like it!

This fic is rated E on AO3 and is intended for adult audiences.

“This really feels okay?”

“Yes.”

“You’d tell me if it didn’t?”

“Yes.”

“Because we can go really, really slow.”

“Hunk.”

“Like, I can do this all day if you need me to-”

“Hunk.” It came out like laughter. Keith tightened his fingers in Hunk’s hair, where he’d been touching lightly a moment before. He shifted his hips, pressing himself down against Hunk’s fingers, which were massaging slowly around the rim of his opening. “Can’t you tell how good it feels?”

Hunk shook his head, brow set in concentration. “Not when I’m this nervous.”

Keith took this in, updating his outlook on the situation. They were both naked, tucked under the covers in Hunk’s bunk, sharing a pillow, their noses practically touching. Keith was flat on his back with Hunk pressed along his right side, and Hunk was working at him with a gloved hand, varying the speed and pressure of his massaging fingers. It felt incredible; the material of the gloves felt like it had been designed specifically to glide perfectly over his skin with the lube Hunk was using (which, Keith guessed, it probably had). The barrier was psychologically soothing, too, just like Hunk had intended. Now that they were doing this in bed, Keith could tell how preoccupied he could’ve been with cleanliness, and with his own insecurity and inexperience. As it was, the thoughtfulness and practicality of Hunk’s gift had reassured and excited him. He was ready for this. Hunk had made sure of it.

He just needed to return the favor, now. He had gotten used to following Hunk’s lead, responding to the tone of sincere affection or lighthearted sensuality Hunk usually set. But Hunk couldn’t do that right now, nor was it fair for Keith to expect him to constantly keep it up as they ventured further into uncharted territory. He could set the tone, too. He just had to play to his strengths. He wasn’t exactly sure how to act sexy – he didn’t really want to act, at all – but he did know how to be honest. He just had to let go of his filter and hope that Hunk would enjoy hearing what was on his mind.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he said, letting his hand slide down to the back of Hunk’s neck in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. “I’m not, though. Know why?”

Hunk gave his head a tiny shake. “Why?”

“Because I trust you. You always take care of me. You do everything just right.” Hunk smiled a little at that, so Keith forged ahead. “I love the gloves. I love that you made them. I love how they feel.”

Hunk shifted a little closer to him. “I love how you feel.”

Keith nodded. “It feels good when you… when you put your finger just inside, and…” He used one fingertip to press a slow, gentle pulse to the back of Hunk’s neck. Hunk responded in kind, slipping the pad of his index finger just past Keith’s outer rim and massaging slow, tiny circles. He met with little resistance – they’d been at this for a while – and Keith met him with shifting hips, a small exhale, and a light kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“It’s just right,” Keith said. “Just like that. Or… more?”

Hunk licked his lips, slid his finger a little further inside. Keith drew in a breath, gripping at Hunk’s hair again as he registered the sensation of burning fullness that was both alarming and pleasurable at the same time.

They’d talked about this, of course. He’d done some of his own research, too. He knew what human men could expect to experience in this situation, and he’d done his best to prepare himself for it. He’d also done his best to remind himself that he was not, in fact, fully human, and couldn’t possibly anticipate all the ways his body might respond to being penetrated.

“Still okay?” Hunk had stilled his hand.

“Yeah. It’s… um… slow, okay?”

Hunk kissed him in response; firm, perfect pressure on his lower lip, his breath slow and even against Keith’s face. “Of course, babe,” he murmured, barely pulling away to speak. “I meant what I said. I can do this all day.”

Keith smiled at that, relieved that he’d helped Hunk set some of his nervousness aside. “I think I’d like that.”

“I’m gonna find out everything you like,” Hunk said. “And you can always tell me. I love it when you do that.”

Keith nodded. The discomfort had dulled a bit, so he tried shifting his hips, squeezing his muscles around Hunk’s finger. He felt another throb of pleasure-pain, like the right kind of pressure on a sore muscle after a satisfying spar. Hunk pulsed his finger again, just like Keith had shown him, and the throbbing built like a chain of contradictory sensation. Keith winced at the discomfort, even as he felt his cock swelling against his belly. Hunk slowed to a crawl and then stopped.

“Babe… um…” Hunk cleared his throat a little. “When I was learning how to do this, I would… jerk myself off? At the same time? Slowly, though. Uh. I wish I had an extra hand.”

Hunk’s other arm was trapped underneath him, helping him stay propped up while he focused on Keith, and Keith had no desire to change up their configuration, so he took a moment to brush Hunk’s hair back from his forehead, and then slipped his hand under the blanket. He was grateful for the layer of privacy just now, while they were still getting their bearings. He wasn’t exactly embarrassed to touch himself in front of Hunk, but focusing solely on sensation made him feel calm and grounded. He also loved being in bed with Hunk, even when they weren’t fooling around. He felt warm and safe like this, and more confident than he had any right to feel.

He took his cock in hand and stroked up from the base, letting his foreskin glide smoothly over his head.

He felt a pulse of pleasure where the pad of Hunk’s finger was pressing against his inner wall; he arched his spine involuntarily, rolling himself up against Hunk’s hand.

Hunk’s eyes went wide. “Do that again.”

Keith did. He smoothed a drip of precum with his thumb as he let his fingers glide down his shaft, then stroked back up from the base-

“Hhah-” he let slip, arching up from the bed again as he felt another pleasurable throb, this one eclipsing the burning sensation altogether.

“Uh,” Hunk breathed, brown eyes even wider than before. “I felt that.”

Keith took a breath, still recovering from the sweep of unexpected sensation. “Really?”

“Yeah. There’s something-”

Keith gasped again as Hunk’s finger dragged along a tender spot of pure sensitivity.

“Whoa,” Hunk said, excitement playing at the corners of his voice. “You okay?”

“Ahh- uh- yeah...” Keith blinked a couple of times, trying to clear the haze of stimulation that was clouding his focus. “That feels… really good. Intense.”

Hunk nodded. “Something’s swelling, right where the tip of my finger is. I can feel it, like, pulsing? When you touch yourself, I mean.”

“Oh.” Keith frowned a little. He hadn’t come across anything like that in his research about anal play. “That doesn’t happen to you, does it?”

“Keith...” Hunk’s expression was soft. “Your body is, like, my favorite corporeal entity in the entire universe. I don’t give a shit if it’s like mine or anyone else’s. I’m guessing it’s probably as unique as you are, and I’m so ready for it.” He stroked Keith’s inner thigh with the pad of his thumb, brown eyes so warm and so close. “You still with me?”

Keith breathed in through his nose, counting to six, letting the haze of sensation gather around himself again. He kissed Hunk’s mouth instead of exhaling, took hold of Hunk’s wrist, and rolled his hips, grinding himself against Hunk’s hand, letting Hunk’s finger slide along his inner wall-

“Mmh-”

He had to exhale, but he barely broke the kiss, wanting to stay close, loving the way the careful caress of Hunk’s lips balanced out the throbbing, hungry ache between his thighs. He tugged on Hunk’s wrist again, stroking his foreskin lightly over the swell of his head, and Hunk responded in kind, massaging a handful of pulses with his fingertip, leaving Keith breathless. He let his finger slide a little deeper, then stilled his hand again.

“No,” Keith breathed. “Don’t stop.”

Hunk’s brow furrowed. “That didn’t hurt?”

“No, it’s… no.” Keith swallowed, realizing he was on the verge of begging. It wasn’t planned; it was instinctive, a visceral response to the way Hunk was manipulating his body. “Please,” he practically whimpered. “It doesn’t hurt. Please don’t stop.”

“Okay, baby,” Hunk soothed. “Okay. Tell me what feels good.” He rubbed, massaging slow circles somewhere deep. Keith leaned into the feeling, nodding, breath catching in his throat.

“Good,” he managed. “Not as good as before.”

Hunk nodded. He slid shallow and then deep again, moving slow, pressing up along the muscle as he went-

“Ah-!”

“There?”

“Mh- uh huh-”

Hunk slid in and out, massaging over the spot at each pass. Keith stroked his cock lightly in favor of the mounting sensation inside, reaching up with his free hand to move his fingers through Hunk’s hair, kissing Hunk’s mouth in fits and starts between exhaled breaths and muffled moans.

“H-Hunk-”

“Tell me, baby.”

“More. It’s not enough.”

Hunk slid his finger shallow, tracing just inside the rim, cautious despite Keith’s reassurances. It made the kindling fire in Keith’s chest roar to life. It made the pressure below his belly coil and thrum. It made him want to pin Hunk against the mattress and-

“Ah-”

Pressure, more than before, closer to what he was craving, but still miles away from satisfying.

“That’s two,” Hunk murmured, watching Keith’s eyes, sliding deep until Keith tensed and arched again. Hunk pressed, massaging his fingers right into the spot, working the muscle while Keith’s vision blurred at the edges. He was grasping at Hunk’s hair now, digging his heels into the mattress, dragging his tongue along the jagged edges of his own teeth… and then he was hot, suddenly – too hot, too distracted from the bursts of sensitivity Hunk was kneading into him-

He threw the blankets down, kicking at them with one foot until their bodies were laid bare, until he could see exactly how huge Hunk’s gloved hand looked between his thighs, Hunk’s thumb partially curled around the base of his cock while he pulsed and stroked-

“Babe-?”

“Too hot-”

Hunk moved carefully onto his knees without disrupting the rhythm of his fingers whatsoever. The loss of extra body heat was welcome; Keith took a gulp of air and nodded, bucking his hips up against Hunk’s hand, shuddering at the burst of sensation that followed-

“Stay close,” he choked out, breathless. Hunk braced his free hand near his shoulder and leaned down, kissing lightly at the corner of his mouth.

“Like this?”

Keith nodded. “More.” It came out gritty, but firm. A directive. Hunk’s eyebrow went up; he must’ve recognized the tone. He didn’t shy away from questioning orders when he felt that it was necessary, but evidently, and much to Keith’s relief, he was feeling compliant, just now. Keith felt an almost maddening loss of pressure (he whined; Hunk mumbled sweet reassurances)… and then the empty space was being filled, again. Keith grabbed at the back of Hunk’s neck, nodding emphatically as Hunk’s fingers slid inside him, a new sort of tension coiling somewhere deep.

“That’s three,” Hunk said. He looked a little stunned, and Keith could guess why. Three was the magic number. Three had been their goal, because if Keith could take three of Hunk’s thick fingers, he could probably-

“Hah-!” Keith gasped, hips rolling upward as Hunk’s fingertips pressed against that particular spot. Hunk didn’t stop there, though. He kept moving deeper, fingertips prodding, brow set in concentration as Keith squirmed below him, waves of tension moving through his body at every new sensation-

“It’s bigger.” The register of Hunk’s voice was starting to change. It was rough and hungry in a way that made Keith’s toes curl, made him tighten his grip at the base of his cock. “I can feel it… it goes deeper-”

“Hunk,” Keith blurted. He dug his thumb into the hard muscle of Hunk’s shoulder, near the base of his skull. He nodded. “Deeper. Please.”

Hunk pressed further in, dragging along the raised edge of sensitivity while Keith’s hips stuttered and tensed, alternating between grinding down against the bed and rolling up against Hunk’s hand.

Keith was starting to feel caged, flat on his back like this. He needed to move. Hunk had dragged him to this place of blissful tension, and he needed it to break. He moved his hand between them and took hold of Hunk’s cock, groaning low in his throat when he found it rock-hard and throbbing. He let go of his own and grabbed onto Hunk’s wrist instead, pulling him deeper until he bottomed out entirely, then tugging sharply, desperate for friction-

“Jesus, baby-”

“Mh- more- please-”

Hunk nodded, took a breath, pressed his fingers up, and started thrusting, kneading into Keith at the deepest point he could reach-

“AH-!”

A switch flipped. The tension crested and then plateaued, and Keith was gasping while his thighs shook and his spine flexed and his voice echoed off the walls… he grabbed Hunk’s wrist again, holding him still.

“Babe?” Hunk’s uneven breath touched his lips. “Did you come? I can feel… it’s still-”

“No,” Keith gasped. He could feel what was happening, too, could detect every centimeter of Hunk’s fingers as his inner walls pulsed and spasmed around them- a sustained, almost-orgasm that had every inch of his body burning from the inside out. But Hunk couldn’t reach any deeper, and he was too cautious to do what Keith needed him to do, and that was just fine, because Keith knew, instinctively, what was supposed to come next.

“On your back,” he choked out, tightening his grip on Hunk’s wrist so he could pull Hunk’s fingers free. The loss of pressure was agonizing, but temporary, he told himself, as he shifted onto his knees and flipped Hunk easily onto the mattress before he’d had time to follow through on his own. Keith straddled him, feeling free again with his back exposed to the open air, and Hunk blinked up at him, cheeks flushed all the way to crimson, chest rising and falling with his shallow breath. Keith could feel it catching, because he had one hand pressed over Hunk’s heart.

The other was between them, pumping Hunk’s cock in time with the pulsing of his inner walls.

“Please,” he breathed, legitimately begging, now. “I want to. Please-”

“Me too, baby,” Hunk soothed. He brought both gloved hands in front of his face and pressed the buttons, rendering them sterile. “Condoms,” he said. “Behind me.”

Keith leaned forward and made a grab for the small, steel case Hunk had left on the bedside table. He handed it to Hunk, not bothering to try to undo the fasteners; he was sure his hands were shaking too much. Hunk’s were, too, he noticed, through the haze of sensation and need, but still, Hunk managed to open the case and pull out one of the condoms he’d designed for himself. He’d made some for Keith, too; Keith felt a spasm of pleasure just at the thought, and he didn’t bother resisting the urge to grind his hips down against Hunk’s body, thrusting his cock against Hunk’s belly-

“Ah- mh- Keith…”

Hunk blinked, exhaling as he rolled the condom onto his length, pouring lube along his shaft, smoothing it with shaking fingers. “I… I love you.”

Keith sat up on his knees, adjusting until he could feel Hunk’s head pressing up against his opening. “I love you, too,” he said, right before he lowered his hips, taking the whole of Hunk’s length in a single fluid motion.

“Hhah-!”

“Ngh-!”

Keith shook when he bottomed out, just barely registering the high, breathy sound Hunk made through the haze of blissful fullness he’d been so desperately seeking. He braced his hands on Hunk’s chest, squeezed his eyes shut, and rocked his hips forward, whimpering when he felt himself spasm around Hunk’s cock. He tried it again, and then again, moving instinctively until the sensation reached a new, more manageable plateau – until he could feel his inner walls hugging Hunk’s thickness, pulsing more than spasming – until he felt that some measure of sanity had returned to him.

He opened his eyes.

He took a shuddering breath, touched his palm to Hunk’s cheek, and laughed.

Hunk reached for him, smiling, covering both of his hands with his own.

“Good, baby?”

Keith nodded, feeling like he might cry from the sheer relief of being full, being close, being here, like this, with Hunk. It was like an adrenaline high, though Keith could tell it was being driven by the lovely, throbbing ache between his thighs, and by the immense affection he felt for the person underneath him, inside him…

He bent low and kissed Hunk’s lips. The sound of Hunk’s uneven breathing filled his mind, and when Hunk opened his mouth and licked at his tongue, he felt a throb of pleasure deep inside that made him shudder. Hunk must’ve felt it, too; he exhaled a moan against Keith’s lips and shifted his hips, pressing up into him just enough to send a shiver of sensation toward Keith’s core.

“Mh…” Hunk’s hands settled onto his body: over his hip, around the curve of his waist. Keith opened his eyes. “Sorry,” Hunk murmured. “I should’ve waited-”

Keith rolled his hips before Hunk could finish the thought, earning himself a high, breathy moan.

“No,” Keith said, his voice hard and gritty. “You feel fucking incredible.”

Hunk blinked, open-mouthed, his chin tipping back as he shuddered. “It… it doesn’t hurt?”

“No, and I- I need to move, now, okay?”

Hunk tightened his hold on his waist and his hip. “Whatever you need, babe.”

Keith leaned down and put his mouth on Hunk’s neck, pressing himself against Hunk’s body, shuddering as his cock dragged against Hunk’s stomach-

“I need you,” he mumbled between wet, lingering kisses. He rocked his hips; they exhaled together. “Ah- I- I need you-”

“Keith-” Hunk was kissing his neck, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “Baby- you feel so good, I- I don’t know how long I can- ahh-”

“I know- it’s okay- it’s perfect-”

Keith pushed himself up, hands braced on Hunk’s chest and shoulder so he could watch Hunk’s face as he started to move. Hunk didn’t disappoint; his head fell back against the pillow, thick lashes fluttering, mouth falling open as Keith rolled his hips… Keith let his head fall forward, arching his spine to deepen the sensation of Hunk’s cock throbbing inside him. He knew he wouldn’t last, either, and it was a relief. The aching pressure was mounting all over again, and he was desperate to know what would happen when it finally broke.

He’d kept himself angled forward, losing himself in the added sensation of his shaft sliding along Hunk’s belly every time he moved… he took his dick in hand and rubbed his head against Hunk’s skin, letting it glide through the precum that had already pooled there.

“Soft,” he breathed, watching Hunk’s belly give way to his cock as he rocked his hips. It seemed like the kind of thing Hunk would want to hear. “Feels so good, Hunk.”

Hunk nodded, gloved fingertips digging into his hips. “You like it?”

“I love it.”

Keith sat up on his knees a bit, leaning forward, letting more of his weight rest on the palm that was braced against Hunk’s shoulder. He thrusted, taking Hunk shallow and then deep, feeling tension settle in his shoulders and hips as Hunk filled him to the brim. He did it again, and then again, settling into a cautious rhythm, watching Hunk gasp and nod every time they came together, letting small, whimpering sounds fall out of his mouth every time he took Hunk deep-

“Hh- f-fuck-” Keith choked out as the aching pressure reached a new peak. He curled in on himself a bit as his inner walls squeezed around Hunk’s length, and Hunk mumbled a half-articulated curse, holding Keith’s hips so tight that it ached.

“It-” Keith licked his lips, trying to ignore the way his voice broke when he spoke. “It’s not enough, I- fuck- can you handle more?”

Hunk gave a sharp nod, tapping his hip in an almost-slap. “Whatever you need, babe- c’mon-”

Keith took a breath, braced his hand at the center of Hunk’s chest, and fucked down onto his length: sharp, punctuated thrusts that had Hunk’s cock dragging along that fault line of sensitivity, that had Hunk’s head colliding with some throbbing barrier deep inside-

“HHAH-”

Keith came with a ragged exhale, almost right away. He didn’t stop, though; he shot all over Hunk’s belly and rode his way through it, reaching another blissful, aching plateau that lasted and lasted even as he snapped his hips, even as he arched his spine and gripped at Hunk’s shoulder and stared at Hunk’s open mouth, aching to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of his lower lip-

“Gonna make you come,” he almost growled, stopping himself from devouring Hunk’s mouth, since Hunk was still gasping and moaning, eyebrows drawn together, gloved hands grasping at Keith’s hips and thighs and ass-

“Nhah- KEITH-” Hunk choked out, right before Keith felt him buck up into him, hips tense and stuttering. Hunk came with his eyes open, and Keith was glad. Even through the haze of full-body stimulation, he could tell that this was a moment he’d want to remember for the rest of his life, and he hoped that Hunk would, too.

He slowed his pace while Hunk shook, rocking more than thrusting, and as soon as he saw Hunk take in a lungful of air, he kissed him. He was still operating on instinct, still hungry for things he never knew he needed until today, so he sucked on Hunk’s tongue, and bit sharply at his lower lip, and went on rolling his hips, taking Hunk deep until he couldn’t anymore, because Hunk was utterly spent.

They kissed each other after that, too. Hunk sat upright with Keith straddling his lap, making low, quiet sounds while Keith bit at his lips, and the line of his shoulder, and the space under his chin. He kissed wetly down the column of Keith’s neck, taking his time, stopping to nibble along the edge of his collarbone-

“Harder,” Keith breathed, and Hunk obliged, marring Keith’s pale skin with his teeth before sucking hard on the spot, while Keith nodded and grabbed at his hair. “Uh huh. Just right. Need to feel you.”

“Mh…” Hunk rumbled, letting his teeth drag closer to the base of Keith’s throat. “Anything for you, babe. Anything.”

They marked each other up while they came down from the high, losing steam as they went until they were barely brushing their lips together- until Keith’s limbs grew heavy and sluggish from the dissipating adrenaline. He draped his arms around Hunk’s shoulders and sagged in his hold; Hunk combed gloved fingers through his hair.

“Keith,” he murmured, lips brushing against the back of his neck. “Guess what.”

“What?” Keith practically whispered, his voice sounding breathy and used.

“We had sex!”

Keith giggled. “Uh huh. How d’you think it went?”

Hunk held him even closer. “I think it’s my favorite thing that’s ever happened.”

Keith sighed, feeling content from his core to every corner of his being- a wholly new experience, thanks to the perfect person he was tangled up with. “Me too.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Garrett.”

Hunk lifted his head; they found each other’s eyes.

“Say it again?” Hunk prompted, a smile spreading slowly across his face.

“Garrett,” Keith murmured, hoping it sounded like the private, lovely thing he meant it to be. “I know it’s just your name, but no one else really uses it… maybe it could be special, between us?”

Hunk nodded. “It’s perfect. I love it.” He brought one gloved hand up to cradle the line of Keith’s jaw. “Your body feels okay?”

Keith leaned into his touch, searching for the words that could capture the perfection of this moment, knowing that the whole of spoken language couldn’t do it justice.

“Yeah,” he said. “My body feels just right.”