#fuse x bloodhound

[cryptonite-exe]

!spoilers! from flirting to dating to engagement.

[togira123]

Fusehound cross stitch ❤️ 184 hours to make

Another baby finished it took me almost 9 months 😄😄

My instagram where I share my progress: pixels.n.crosses

Original art by Max you may find them on Twitter: MaxDei_00

[cat-not-kitty]

Fusehound is THE couple✨

[sadgayrat]

It's been a hot minute since I've drawn these two <3

[enfuseiasmus]

they are looking respectfully

[angels-n-bunnies]

You want to know one ship that's just as rewarding as Moicy? It's Fusehound. Both these ships got me like

[marsbar17]

may i ask for some more nsfw fusehound headcanons? ❤️

I'm sorry I deleted this person's ask by accident so this is one from my partner but they just copied it and asked again so

THIS IS VERY NSFW BY THE WAY, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Contains: praise, degrading, a little bit of foot stuff (apologies to my partner I know you hate feet dhdhndka), dom/sub, body worship, spanking, cum eating, no mention of Bloodhounds genitals

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• Like I said before they're both switches/verses

• When Fuse is domming he can't stop blabbering about how pretty Bloodhound is

• Mating press, missionary, doggy, they like it all

• Bloodhound just enjoys having Fuse's weight pushing them into the mattress

• Fuse is fascinated by the sight of Bloodhound taking his cock over and over, his eyes are fixated on the spot where their hips meet while he mutters praises

• "Bloody beautiful." "Look at that." "Takin' it so well for me, pup."

• Just breathless and in awe of his partner

• Bloodhound just whines and tries to hide themself behind their hands out of embarrassment, but Fuse always takes their hands away and just tells them they're beautiful

• Fuse calls Bloodhound pup, love, or just Houndy

• He likes manhandling them a bit, holding them still, pushing and pulling their hips, spreading their legs, stuff like that

• Whenever they're in doggy, lots of butt smacks occur

• Fuse can't help it, he just loves the way their ass looks when they arch their back all pretty for him

• And he gets so turned on seeing the red marks left on the pale skin, and the ripple from the impact, mmmmmm

• Hound won't admit it but he does really enjoy it

• Fuse always holds Bloodhounds hips against his when he cums so he's as deep as possible, and then he pulls out and spreads them open to watch it slowly drip out of them

• "Walter..." "Just admiring my work, pup."

• He would gladly sit there for hours just listening to Hounds soft whines while his cum drips out of their hole

• When Bloodhound is domming, they degrade a bit more

• Now that they've got the control, they use it to embarrass Fuse about how whipped he is for them

• Just going on about how addicted he is to their body while they make his eyes roll back

• "So desperate, Walter. I did not know a man like you could be so pathetic." "I love your sounds, mitt Walter."

• Mostly they love riding him, I'm sorry I can't see that man getting pegged dhhdjsjsj

• Not that he's against the idea, but Hound prefers to pleasure him in other ways

• Their hands are like feathers trailing down his chest or along his jaw as they grind on his lap

• Will tell Fuse to kneel in front of them, and will torture him by using their foot to rub along his erection

• Bloodhound loves the pathetic look in his eyes as he looks up at them, eyes begging for more attention as he weakly ruts against the bottom of their foot

• "I love how you worship me, Walter. You would do anything I say, wouldn't you?" "Pathetic, rubbing desperately against anything that will give you the release you need."

• Bloodhound just calls him Walter, or mitt Walter, maybe elskan and other icelandic pet names

• It ends in them telling Fuse that if he wants to cum he has to work for it, so Fuse thrusts up into them fast over and over until he releases

• Bloodhound will lift off and bring their hole to Fuse's mouth, making him clean his cum out of them with his tongue

• Whoever is domming, aftercare always consists of hot baths/showers and cuddles

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Thank you for all the requests! I'm still figuring out how posting on Tumblr works so I'm sorry for technical difficulties jdjdbsjja

[skizzeers]

I love them so muchhh *sob*

[r-ando-m-w-rite-r]

Heroes Don’t Always Wear Capes

-A little Revenant x reader story. 

-2601 words (oooooooh, I see you, me)

-This was a crappy prompt that I just followed through with, not sure if anyone will like it and I’m about to find out.

-FYI: The real fluff is at the end, even though there really isn’t much, sorry not sorry.

-Warning: Threats, fluff, bad grammar, and extreme annoyingness. Sorry in advance to all those Octane lovers out there, I used to be one myself. [ Still kinda am ;) ]

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“Ay, (y/n), sup?”

You jumped slightly at the sudden hand that landed on your shoulder. Octavio Silva hopped onto the open barstool beside you, quickly swiveling to face you. His eyes were lethargic as he quickly looked over you. Like you hadn’t noticed. “Say, what brings you here?”

“I just wanted a drink, the week’s been stressful.”, you muttered out, not really looking to socialize. Matchmaking had been a bitch over the last few days, and almost every game you had played in you had been partnered with the annoying twerp next to you. Of course, he was only yet a child, so cut him some slack. 

However, you began to feel frustrated now that he thinks you and him were ‘meant to be’ or whatever he said with dreamy eyes last match. “Chica, we’ve been paired again! Looks like we’re meant to be!” Yeah, no thanks. 

“Hey, chicaaaa, hola? You there?” You retreated from your thoughts to the speed devil’s annoying nagging and his hand waving in your face. You gently but firmly pushed it away before taking a swig of your beer. It was almost empty, so you tapped it on the counter. Within seconds, Mirage appeared in front of you.

“Another fill?”, he asked in a hurry. Somewhere off there was a crash that sounded like a glass shattering, followed by a yelp, and he sighed. Suddenly, another Mirage came running up. “Hey! Whatchu doing? I run the bar around here, get back to work.” He pointed towards where the commotion was coming from, and the first Mirage sighed again. “Worth a shot.”, he muttered, walking off.

“So..”, the real Mirage, you assumed, said. “Another fill?”

“Yes please.”, you replied, sliding the glass over to him impatiently. Mirage nodded, but before he could walk off, Octane interjected.

“Wait!” Mirage’s back was to him, but you barely saw him roll his eyes before turning to the kid with a forced grin plastered onto his face. 

“What is it, buddy?”, he said, a note of irritation in his voice. “I’m a little busy here.”

“Charge her bill to my tab, will ya?”, he said carefree, turning back to you. “It’s the least I can do, since I would consider this our first date.” You saw Mirage’s eyebrow lift, and you knew what was coming.

“Are-are you guys-?”

“No, we aren’t dating.”, you muttered. “In fact, not even interested.” Octane just scoffed before looking at the bartender and whispering to him, “She’s just nervous.”

“I can hear you.”, you said nonchalantly. You were getting pissed at him, and quick.

Octane gave you a look before continuing to say, “Like I said.” That was it. You quickly stood up, your fist slamming into the counter. Both of the men looked at you, confused. Mirage slowly backed up, opening his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

“You know what?”, you muttered through semi-gritted teeth. “I think I’ve had enough alcohol for the night.” Fishing out a twenty from your pocket, you tossed it on the counter. “Keep the change.” You turned around, walking in the opposite direction and towards the exit. 

“T-Thanks?”, you heard Mirage say, but it was quickly cut off by Octane. 

“W-Wait, (y/n)!” You heard his metal legs scrambling across the floor as he tried to catch up with you. You took a deep breath, trying to control yourself. Why wouldn’t he just leave you alone? At this point, most of the people in the bar were staring at you, and you didn’t like the attention.

He caught up with you, panting slightly. “Now just hold on a second, chica.”, he started, keeping pace with you while struggling to look at your face. “Did I do something? Do you want me to get you another drink? Can I-” You pushed through the swinging doors, and as you did, one swung back and smacked him right in the face. You heard him grunt in pain. Good, maybe it broke his nose and it would hurt too much to talk. 

You started down the hallway, leading to your dormitory on the east wing of the Apex Legends Facility. As much as you enjoyed visiting Paradise Lounge, Octavio was just too much to handle on a daily basis.

You listened, but you didn’t hear him anymore. Good. You turned a corner, looking back for a second, but as you did you ran into something. Something hard. You stepped back, shaking your throbbing head before looking forward. There stood a growling Revenant. Shit.

His two bright LEDs shone down at you, and he looked very pissed. But he also looked kind of..confused? “Damn, sorry, I didn’t mean that. Oh, ah, I gotta go-”, you jumbled out quickly before anything could escalate. There were too many things going on at once. Darting past his large metal frame, you continued on. You heard metal scraping against metal and could only assume he turned his head to watch you walk off. Eerie, but you did just run into him, so.

You growled as you turned another corner, this time looking ahead. Guilt floated around in the back of your mind as you thought back to Octane, but you just pushed it away. The sun was setting though the glass walls that bordered the hallway, and a purple hue was appearing just above the horizon. 

Speaking of her, Horizon turned the corner, pieces and parts falling from a box she was carrying. She looked tired, but smiled at you through passing. “You okay, dearie? You looked panicked and a tad bit flushed.”, she said in her heavy accent as she leaned down to pick up the stray parts. 

You decided to help, picking up a screw and a coil that had rolled over by your feet. Throwing them in the box, you sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine, its just-”

“Octane.”, you both said at once. You looked up at the Scottish time traveler, bewildered. “H-How did you know?”, you asked, confused. 

Horizon just chuckled before replying. “Dearie, I know all the secrets of the universe. And let me tell you, his nouve passion is no secret.” You rolled your eyes, and she just gave you a sympathetic look. “If you feel uncomfortable, just tell the lad to back off.”

“But I HAVE.”, you cried out, beginning to stress again. This kid was just too much. 

“Or have you?”, Horizon replied, tapping her temple knowingly before picking up her box of parts and walking off. “Thanks for the assistance, dearie! See you in the match tomorrow.” You groaned, not looking forward to tomorrow whatsoever. 

Suddenly, the muffled sound of metal scraping on something echoed off the walls. Whipping around, you looked to see if Horizon had accidentally dropped her box, but she was nowhere to be seen. In fact, the hallway was empty, and getting dark, too, as the sun was almost fully set now. 

Chills ran up your spine, and you felt the sensation of being watched. However, you dismissed it in a hurry, striding off. At least you were almost back.

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You were coming up to your hallway, and then you would be home. Good, because no matter how many times you tried to push away the feeling of being watched, it would always come back. And you were hearing weird noises, too. You began to wonder if it was the ventilation system, or some wiring within the plaster walls. But you swore the one time it sounded like claws dragging across the floor, and you began to wonder if there was something actually there.

Nevertheless, you were relieved to turn the corner and into your hallway. Your door was the second one down, and soon you were standing in front of it, fishing your pockets for your keycard. Suddenly, a hand rested on your shoulder, and you whipped around, heart beating, adrenaline spiked, ready to tackle whoever had touched you. But to your relief, and annoyance, there stood Octane, a piece of medical tape plastered to the bridge of his nose.

He held up his hands but didn’t move away, and you slowly lowered your fists. “Octavio, it’s you.”, you said.

“Y-Yeah..”, he muttered, obviously shaken up by the fact that you could’ve just punched him in the face. You breathed in sharply before continuing, and he just looked confused.

“Listen.”, you began, but before you could continue, he held up a finger to your mouth, shushing you.

“I get it, chica, I get it.”, he said. “I’ve come to finish what I started as well.” You nodded for a second, relieved he felt the same way, but when his hand hit the wall beside your head, blocking you in, you immediately felt your stomach flip. What? No! “Octavio, that’s not-!”

But before you finish, his lips clashed into yours, his other hand grasping for your squirming waist. You quickly pulled away, hitting your head on your door in the process and hissing in pain, but he just leaned back in. However, before his lips even made contact, a low growling emitted from the left, towards the front of the hallway.

Both you and Octane looked in that direction, and there stood the murder bot, Revenant. Your mind quickly put together two and two, and suddenly the sounds you had been hearing on your journey back to your room made sense. However, your chest constricted when you really thought about it. Had he been hunting you since you ran into him? Was he going to hurt you? God, why did you have such bad luck with men?

“Ay, can we get some privacy chico?”, Octane blurted out angrily. Revenant’s LEDs glowered at him, seemingly glaring holes into his eyes. For once in your life, you were truly scared. Scared for your life; scared for another person’s life.

“Back away from her.”, he growled in a deep, menacing voice. “Or else.”

Octane indignantly scoffed. “So what? She’s mine anyway. You can’t just barge in and take her!” You quickly whipped your head back to give him a scathing look. You were not just property to be handled and claimed. 

You watched as Revenant took a step forward. He shook one of his hands, and his claws morphed into a dagger, making a wrenching metal sound as they did so. Octane jumped in surprise, quickly backing away from you. “Alright chico, you win, you can have her. Just let me leave in one piece, alright?” 

Revenant growled, but before he could make another move, Octane stabbed himself with one of his stims, booking it past the simulacrum and disappearing from both your guys’ sights. “Such a shame..”, Revenant growled out. You looked back at him as his weapon for a hand morphed back into his normal claws. “I could’ve used a skinsuit pelt.” He looked up at you, and you quickly took a step back. He snorted before muttering, “Not you, you’re too delicate.”

You weren’t sure whether to take that as an insult or a compliment, but then again, you were never sure about anything that came out of that bot’s voice box. Either way, he had just saved you, so you at least would give him the respect of thanking him. “Hey, well, thanks for that. Didn’t think he’d go that far, I thought he was done after the bar.”

Revenant perked up a little at this. “What about the bar..?”, he said in a slightly curious tone. Still menacing though. 

You sighed. “Nothing much, he was just being super clingy and annoying..” You hesitated slightly, but decided against yourself and continued. “..a-and intimate.”

The bot’s LEDs turned into slits. “So he made you uncomfortable.”, he growled outloud.

“Uhm..yeah. You could say that.”, you replied, confused. Since when did Revenant care about someone being uncomfortable, let alone caring about someone in general. 

He growled, muttering, “I’ll kill that pervert.” He wasn’t joking, either, because he whipped around and began pacing off. 

“No, wait!”, you shouted, running up to him. He abruptly stopped, and you didn’t brake in time, running slightly into his back. He turned around to face you, looking slightly annoyed but nothing compared to before. Weird. “No..no.”, you said, rubbing your temple. “No, I don’t want him dead.”

“Why not?”, Revenant snorted. But his tone became serious as he continued. “He made you uncomfortable..” You noticed his hand twitch slightly. “He didn’t stop after you demanded him to..” His hand was moving now, moving up. “He could’ve hurt you.” He growled that last line, but his voice didn’t match his actions. Slowly, his metal hand gently stroked the side of your face, skimming your cheek. 

Flustered, your cheeks began to grow warm. He must’ve noticed, because he withdrew his hand. But you reached up quickly, pushing his hand back. The cold metal felt nice on your cheek. His hand abruptly cupped your chin, his thumb now stroking your cheek, back and forth, back and forth...It was so welcoming, so comfortable, so..reassuring. 

At this point, you were both staring into each others’ eyes, your hand holding his to your face. You two stood there for what felt like minutes, and it seemed like a trace. However, a door opening behind you broke it, and you both quickly pulled away. Whipping around, you saw Fuse sauntering out of..Bloodhound’s room? 

He looked up after closing the door, and he quickly made a comment, like he always does during awkward situations. “Well, looked what I walked out on!” He chuckled at his own joke, but when neither of you laughed along, he went silent. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I just had some playtime with someone myself.”, he said. You flushed immediately, both by what he meant and by what he was assuming between you and Rev.

You quickly made your way over to your door, and you heard Fuse mutter, “Tough crowd.” before walking off. You looked back one more time as you scanned your keycard and opened your door. Revenant just stood there, a mix of emotions flashing over his somewhat emotionless face. 

You didn’t know what else to say, so you just muttered “Goodnight.” before walking inside. Locking the door behind you, you slid down the door, your backside finally landing on the floor after a moment. Everything flashed through your mind. The bar. Octavio. Horizon. The fight. Revenant. Revenant. Was there something between you two now? Had he truly ‘claimed’ you, as Octane had said earlier? Nonetheless, you couldn’t get that bot out of your mind.

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Little did you know, the bot couldn’t get you out of his mind, either. As he arrived at his room later in the evening, you were all he thought about. Your features. The feeling of your skin. The intimacy. It seemed as if he hadn’t experienced it for lifetimes, which he truly hadn’t, and now that he was exposed again to the wonders of love, he couldn’t get enough. Even though he couldn’t technically sleep, he wouldn’t have been able to anyway, the thought of you would’ve kept him up. 

His system overloaded for you. He dwelled over you. Even the minor things he recalled as the hours of the night went by, like seeing you on a banner in game or even though passing worked him up. He exhaused himself over you, even into the wee hours of the morning. And deep down he prayed that he wouldn’t be on the same team as you during the match of the day, or else it would be pointless trying to focus on anything but you.

[leonkennedyirl]

Bloodhound with the Nonbinary pride flag and Fuse with the new Pansexual pride flag.

[abiigiggle]

Fusehound <33

[thebliznet]

Fuse: ... 🤨

Unnamed Newborn: *baby noises* ☺️

Fuse: ... 🤔

Bloodhound: *worried* What is wrong? Is something wrong with them?

Fuse: This pup ain't got any of my features!

Bloodhound: *snorts* ...Give them time as they grow, Love.

[deadghosttown]

I might write this idea later but!

FUSEHOUND IDEA

alright so we all know "for the dancing and the dreaming"? The song between stoick and valka in httyd 2?

An au where that's a song that bloodhound knows in their language. They used to sing it frequently with boone when he was still alive but now they hum it ever now and again. To both remember and memorialize the sweet memories they had with boone.

Fuse ended up overhearing bloodhound sing it in their native language, so naturally he asked the hunter about it. Bloodhound is too embarrassed to explain the actual meaning behind the song and instead comments that "it is an old song I sang with a companion, Walter Fitzroy" hoping it would satisfy the man. It did but not for long.

Soon fuse came and asked if bloodhound could teach him the song, at first bloodhound declined but the more interesting fuse seemed, the harder it seemed to say no. And ultimately ended up sing and teaching him an version of the song in sing. Of course fuse wanted to sing it with them but they explained that it was neither the "time or place" for that.

Fuse continues to pester bloodhound about singing it with him until bloodhound relented and explain that it was a song that two lover or partners is to sing together. And it would not be right for them to sing it. And fuse never asked again.

Not until they both finally talked about their feeling and kissed for the first time. That fuse started to sing it, finally thinking it was the right time for it. It took a few second before bloodhound fully joined in but as they did all of the tense washed away and they manage to enjoy themself again.

I fucking love this idea so much

[2kitsuneao3]

Pairing: FuseHound / Fuse x Bloodhound

Summary:

Bloodhound gets a little carried away thinking about their boyfriend, Walter.

Tags:

Established relationship, Trans! Bloodhound, Solo! Bloodhound, M/asturbation, Fantasizing, F/ingering, Wetness typical of A/B/O but no A/B/O present, squ/irting.

[sadgayrat]

I need more official content for these two 😫

[marsbar17]

Request from anon that I once again accidentally got rid of:

(may i request a fusehound oneshot of them being very tender, affectionate and intimate together? lots of sappy pet names in icelandic, admiring and teasing eachother, starts off sfw into nsfw? thank you. 💕)

I loved this request and I had a lot of fun with it! It took a while tho cuz I got sick hfbdjsjsk sorry

This is heavily based off of and includes a quote from this

https://twitter.com/PlayApex/status/1704894090825916881?t=2KjqrG5pNU0aiK4DD-jhsw&s=19

comic that Apex Legends tweeted, go check out the artist babes :)

Contains: amab bloodhound, they got a penis and a prostate, anal sex, blow jobs, hand jobs, no aftercare cuz it was getting pretty long, lots of praise and appreciation

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    Bloodhound huffed as they placed the last cardboard box down on their living room floor, breathing heavy from the exertion of lifting heavy boxes for the past half hour. They stretched out their sore back and arms and looked around.

    Fuse's stuff was finally all in the house, a small cabin-in-the-woods type of house that felt cozy and isolated from the world. He had asked to move in together a few weeks ago, and finally it was done. Bloodhound sighed, just remembering all the memories they made with Fuse in the past year. All they could think about when they saw Fuse was safety, a warmth in the cold of their life.

    Speak of the devil, arms wrapped around Bloodhound's waist, one rigid and metal while the other was warm and soft.

    "Whatcha thinkin' about, Houndy?" Fuse's mustache tickled their exposed neck as he whispered in their ear, making them shiver.

    "You, mitt Walter." Bloodhound turned around in Fuse's arms and cupped his face in their hands, rubbing a thumb along the scar over his eye. "Our time together is engraved in my mind. I think about it often."

    Hound pressed a light kiss to Fuse's lips before backing out of his arms and turning back to the mess of boxes and random trinkets hung on the wall. Skulls mounted on plaques, herbs drying from the ceiling, even Fuse's signature 30-30 repeater. They were already making it feel like home. The first home either of them had in a while. And it felt even more like home with eachother.

    "You should begin unpacking, elskan. I will be in the bedroom organizing the clothing." Hound kissed the other's cheek one last time before leaving the room, a smile hidden under the respirator covering their face.

    They had been planning something, crafting something, ever since Fuse had smashed his old guitar. A new guitar, a killer one. It was sort of an anniversary gift, and they added elements of themself into it. The fact that it could be wielded like an axe, the sharp blade at the top. A symbol of the hunter's connection to their lover. They had incorporated some pieces of the old guitar too, to show Fuse that his past didn't need to be erased for him to be himself.

    All that was left to do was tune it, but Hound had no experience with instruments, and didn't know how. So they sat on the bed, mindlessly plucking strings in an off-tune melody. They could hear Fuse's footsteps walking around the main room of the house, before starting to approach the bedroom. He opened the door, looking confused at why he was hearing a guitar.

    "What's that?" Fuse questioned, pointing to the guitar on Bloodhound's lap. "When did you get that?"

   "Well, it isn't very good, and I don't know how to tune it, but it is a present for you, mitt Walter." Bloodhound explained without looking at the other before presenting the guitar to him.

  "You... you made this?" Fuse took the gift from Hound's hands and turned it over a couple times, admiring the details.

    "Yes, using pieces from your old guitar. I wanted it to represent our relationship, and our pasts." They stood from the bed, pointing out small details of the piece.

   "Your past is not something to be denied or erased. You need not be afraid of it. It is what brought us together. For me, for us, there is nothing you must be, except who you are.

   The man I love."

   Fuse didn't speak. The act was so touching, and Hound had such a way with words. It hit him hard. Plus he was just in awe at how cool his new guitar was. He just stood in silence, gawking.

   "Do you... like it, kæri?" Bloodhound spoke hesitantly after a few moments, afraid they had upset the other.

    "Do I like it? Houndy, it's gorgeous! And looks bloody sick too!" Fuse just held it out in front of him to see it all at once, his jaw dropped. "You're amazing!"

    "I am glad. I know it's a bit early for an anniversary gift, but I could not wait, ástin mín." Bloodhound stood with their hands clasped behind their back, waiting for Fuse to finish ogling his new guitar. After a few moments, Fuse put the guitar down, leaning against the wall, and pulled them into a hug.

    "I cant wait to spend our lives together, Houndy." He whispered in their ear, sounding oddly soft for a moment.

    "I cannot wait either, elskan."

   Fuse pulled away but kept his hands on the other's shoulders, just looking at them. He loved their eyes, deep in color and down-turned. He loved their cheeks, soft with freckles scattered, but also scarred from their lifetime of hardships. He loved their lips, pale peach and scarred from the cold. He loved them, so fucking much.

   "You're so perfect Houndy, God I could kiss ya right now."

   "Then do it." Hound reached behind their head and unclasped their respirator, letting it drop into their other hand before resting it on the bed beside them.

    As soon as they had it out of their hands, Fuse grabbed their face and kissed them. It was harsh, passionate, just like the man himself. Bloodhound whined into the kiss and wrapped their hands around Fuse's shoulders, tangling fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. After they pulled apart, but stayed in each other's arms, both were panting slightly.

   "You're so bloody irresistible, love." Fuse kept one hand on Hound's jaw, gliding his calloused thumb across their bottom lip. They just let their mouth fall open, panting and staring into Fuse's eyes. "And incredibly sexy too." Hound let out a huff at that, smiling.

   "I am not tha-"

    "Oi." Fuse interrupted them, "You better not be sayin' anything self depreciatin', that's my partner you're talkin' 'bout."

   "Walter..." Hound's voice trailed off, leaving the word sounding like a whine. They just wanted Fuse to admire them, to love them and tell them they were beautiful.

    "What would you like, love?"

   "Please, kiss me again."

    Fuse didn't need any more, he connected their lips again. This time he was softer, but more sensual. He grabbed Bloodhound's hips and pulled them to meet his own, making the other gasp and giving him the opening to slip his tongue in. He explored their mouth hungrily, practically grinding against the other with how much his was grabbing at them and pulling them closer.

    "Elskaður, slow down." Hound whined, breathing heavy and grasping desperately at Fuse's shirt.

   "I need to appreciate ya, need you to know yer perfect, Houndy." Fuse muttered against the skin of Bloodhound's neck, moving to leave open mouth kisses along it. "Will you let me?"

   "Of course, Walter." They barely whispered it, too caught up in the way that he was sucking and nipping at that one spot that made their eyes roll back. "You may do whatever you'd like to me."

    While he continued to kiss their neck, Fuse walked Bloodhound backwards until their calves hit the bed frame and they had to sit in order to not fall over. They were eye level with his crotch and reached their hands up to start undoing his belt but Fuse swatted their hands away before kneeling on the ground before them. Hound was confused, usually he loved letting them please him to get him ready, but they didn't complain as Fuse reached for their own belt.

   "This time," He smirked up at the other, undoing their belt and slipping it from the loops. "I want this to be all about you, pup. I'll give ya all the attention you deserve."

    Bloodhound couldn't do anything but lift their hips up as Fuse tugged their pants and boxers off of their body and placed them on the floor. It had all gone so fast, so they weren't yet fully hard, but Fuse didn't mind. He just reached into a small box nearby labeled 'bedroom' and pulled out a bottle of lube, putting a small bit on his fingers before wrapping them around their length.

   They gasped at the cold liquid, before moaning softly as Fuse started off with gentle strokes, focusing on the tip of their cock. Hound grew hard very quickly, it's hard not to when those skilled hands were bringing all the sinful noises out of their mouth.

   "Ah~ fokk, Walter." They tangled a hand into Fuse's hair and subconsciously pulled his head closer. Fuse laughed under his breath and pressed a light kiss right under the head of Hound's cock, making them whine.

    Fuse took them into his mouth, sucking on the tip while he continued to stroke the rest of their length.

    "Skítur! So.. gott~" Bloodhound desperately pushed his head further down, and whined when Fuse just pulled back, chuckling.

    "So bloody needy, aye pup? Just be patient, you'll get what ye need." He then took them back into his mouth and as far as he could down his throat, making them throw their head back and let out a string of curses in Icelandic.

   Fuse continued to go slowly, stroking them while kitten licking the tip, and then occasionally deep throating them without warning. It was when Bloodhound started getting quiet and breathing sharper that the other stopped everything and just sat back, rubbing his hands along their thighs and watching as a bead of precum leaked from the head of their length.

    "Walter." Hound protested after they had caught their breath again. "You tease me, why?"

    "Wouldn't be fun without it, pup." Fuse just smirked before standing up and undoing his own belt. "Strip completely while I do this, would ya?"

    They immediately complied, undoing the buttons and buckles on their coat and tossing it off their shoulders before dragging their shirt up over their head and dropping both items on the floor by their other clothes. Now sitting completely naked, they shivered at the cool air and waited for Fuse to finish taking his clothes off and join them. They couldn't help but stare as he lifted his shirt slowly, revealing the hair that ran from his navel to under the waistband of his pants. Arguably one of their favorite parts of his body.

   Fuse finished stripping and Bloodhound had to stop themself from licking their lips at the sight of his length. He wasn't too huge, more girth than length, but Hound loved it. Pretty much eerytime they sat him naked they tried to initiate something, just to be able to suck him off.

    "I can practically hear your thoughts, Houndy. May I remind you that I'm supposed to be pleasing you today?" Fuse walked up to the bed and made Bloodhound look his in the eyes by lifting their chin up. They whined in protest but Fuse just chuckled and parted their lips with his thumb. "As much as I would love to watch you drool around my dick with these pretty lips of yours, I wanna fuck you even more. Face down ass up, pup."

   Again, they obeyed. They turned around and presented themself to their lover, chin against the mattress as they arched their back to show off their body. And hopefully tempt the other to let them cum quickly.

    "So bloody beautiful." Fuse muttered as he poured more lube onto his hand, warming it up between his hands before pressing one one finger to Hound's puckering hole and using the other to stroke himself a couple times. "You're practically quivering, love."

    Bloodhound just whined, feeling Fuse circle their hole and trying to shove their hips back so he would finally let them feel the stretch they craved. As much as he wanted to tease his lover, Fuse relented and slipped a finger in, thrusting slowly to let them adjust.

    "More, ástin mín, please more." It was barely a minute before Bloodhound was rocking back onto Fuse's finger and begging. The same happened with two fingers, and even three.

   "You sure you're ready? Usually takes a while longer." Fuse curled his fingers inside them, trying to find that special spot inside them. When he finally pressed against it, the moan Bloodhound let out was whorish.

   "Just fuck me Walter- Fokk it's been so long I need it svo mikið~" Hearing Bloodhound whimpering and desperately fucking themself against his fingers, Fuse realized it really had been a while since they'd last been intimate. Moving had taken that out of their minds, he guessed.

    "Alright, love. It's okay I'll take care of ya." He comforted them, slipping his fingers out and kneeling on the bed behind them. He lined himself up, rubbing against them to make sure the lube hadn't dried too much, and then groaned as the head of his cock was sucked into their hole. Bloodhound panted, adjusting to the girth of him inside them, before once again rocking their hips back.

     Slowly, inch by inch, Fuse sheathed his whole length inside them. Once at the base, Fuse paused to let Bloodhound adjust and rubbed along their back and ass.

   "So good, pup. Takin' me so well." He spoke in a comforting tone, brushing some of their long hair away from their face and smiling at how relaxed they looked. Fully submitting and ready for anything Fuse would do to them.

   After admiring them for a few moments, Fuse dragged his hips back at an excruciatingly slow pace. He wanted to make sure Hound felt every inch of him leave their hole before thrusting sharply, slapping his hips against their ass. The whimper they let out was music to his ears, and he couldn't help himself from continuing to thrust hard and deep. They definitely weren't complaining about it though.

   "Já, já, já~ Meira, meira, Walter~" Bloodhound kept muttering under their breath along with whimpers and whines. Fuse could tell they were really enjoying it, their mouth hung open and their eyes rolled back. He grabbed their thigh and spread them just a bit further before gripping their hips and fucking them even deeper now.

   "Touch yourself for me, pup. And don't stop, even if it's too much." Fuse enjoyed watching Bloodhound weakly reach down to take their length in their hand. They started pathetically twisting their wrist, stroking along only the tips on their cock. The sound of their own slick being spread over their length was a new type of lewd and some of it even dripped onto the sheets, but they didn't care. They were too addicted to the feeling of being pounded over and over and the sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin.

   Fuse took a second to adjust his position and suddenly was directly hitting Bloodhound's prostate with ever thrust. Their whimpers turned into cries and the overwhelming amount of pleasure made them tear up. Their strokes grew more frantic as they started chasing orgasm, crying into the sheets.

    "Elskan, gonna- hah~ cum!"

    "Cum for me, pup. Wanna feel you milk me dry." Fuse was panting, approaching his own orgasm. All he needed was the addition of Bloodhound squeezing around him to push himself over the edge. And god damn, they came hard.

    Bloodhound sobbed as they came, tensing their muscles and clenching around Fuse, making him groan. Their cum painted their hand and the sheets and they dropped their hand from their twitching length. Fuse wasn't done yet though, and the overstimulation made Bloodhound raise their head out of the mattress, tears running down their cheeks.

    "Walter it's too much-"

    "Take it for me, love. I'm almost there you can do it."

   After a few more moments Fuse's hips stuttered and he bottomed out, pressing their hips together as he came as deep as he could inside the other. Breathing hard, he pulled out, making them whine in discomfort and emptiness. He sat back, spreading them wide and watching as his cum slowly dripped out of their hole.

    "Bloody beautiful, just like the rest of ya, Houndy."

    Bloodhound didn't have the energy to deny it, so they just hummed and smiled, basking in the afterglow of their orgasm and the love of their boyfriend.

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