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enhyunj · 4 months ago

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› ECSTASY | P.SH ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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pairing: football player!sunghoon x cheerleader!afab!reader

genre: smut

word count: ≈ 1.3k

warnings: drug use (I DONT CONDONE IT) + alcohol consumption

synopsis: At a vibrant party, you and Sunghoon escape to his bedroom for a private moment. Amidst passion and shared indulgences, your connection intensifies, making for a memorable and intimate night together.

NOTE: THEYRE IN COLLEGE NOT HIGHSCHOOL!! THEYRE BOTH 20+ 😭🙏🏼🙏🏼

The party is already in full swing when you and your friends finally make your entrance. The night has been eagerly anticipated-a chance to unwind and have fun with your boyfriend, Sunghoon, and your close-knit group. You spot him immediately, his tall, broad frame commanding attention in his letterman jacket. He's engrossed in conversation with his football teammates, a bottle of beer in his hand. The sight of him sends a thrill through you, especially because of the secret you've brought tonight—a little surprise just for the two of you. A sly smile tugs at your lips as you weave your way through the crowded room toward him.

"Hey, babe," you greet him, sidling up next to him. Sunghoon turns, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he sees you.

He leans down, wrapping his strong arms around you, and kisses you deeply. The taste of beer on his breath mixes with his cologne creating an intoxicating blend.

"You’re here," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "I was starting to think you weren't coming."

You laugh, a light, musical sound that draws the attention of his teammates. "I had some cheer things to handle first," you explain with a playful grin.

Sunghoon chuckles, his warm breath tickling your skin. "Well, now that you're here, stay close. I don't want to lose you in this crowd."

Blushing at the attention, you nod and link your arm through his, resting your hand on his bicep. Together, you navigate the party, drinking, dancing, and laughing. The energy of the room is electric, and you feel alive, wrapped in the warmth of Sunghoon's presence.

As the night progresses, you and Sunghoon find a secluded corner away from the loud music and boisterous guests. He pulls you close, his hands roaming your body, igniting a fire within you. Your hearts pound in unison, and the heat between you is palpable. His lips find yours again, and you kiss passionately, tongues entwining in a dance of desire.

"Let's get out of here," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

You nod, eyes sparkling with anticipation. Taking his hand, you lead him upstairs to his bedroom. The familiar coziness of the room, with posters of his favorite bands on the walls and a neatly made bed, welcomes you.

Closing the door behind you, you turn to face Sunghoon, your eyes shining with desire. He wastes no time, pulling you into a hungry kiss. Your hands explore his body, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the smooth skin of his back.

"I've been waiting for this all night," he groans, his voice thick with longing.

You smile, a thrill running through you.

"Me too."

With nimble fingers, you begin unbuttoning his shirt, kissing along his jawline. Sunghoon helps you undress, his hands shaking slightly as he reveals your body inch by inch. Soon, your clothes lie forgotten on the floor, and you're pressed against other, skin to skin.

You reach for the nightstand drawer, your heart pounding with excitement.

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. "What do we have here?"

You produce a small bag of weed and a pipe, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Thought we could have a little fun."

Sunghoon's eyes light up, and he takes the pipe from you, packing it with the fragrant green herb. He lights it, inhaling deeply, and then passes it to you. You take a hit, the smoke filling your lungs, and exhale slowly, a satisfied smile spreading across your face.

"That's good stuff," you murmur, snuggling into his side.

Sunghoon chuckles, his arms tightening around you. "Yeah, it is."

You lie there for a while, enjoying the pleasant buzz, the soft music from downstairs providing a soothing backdrop. Sunghoon strokes your hair, his touch gentle and loving.

"You know," he says, his voice low and rough, "I love it when you cheer. But I love it even more when it's just you and me."

You smile, a warm, contented feeling spreading through you. "I love it too. It's like we're in our own little world."

He kisses you then, a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you breathless. The weed has heightened your senses, and every touch, every sensation, feels amplified. You can feel your heart racing, your skin tingling, as Sunghoon's hands roam your body, exploring every curve.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I can't get enough of you."

You moan softly as he teases your neck with his lips and tongue. "Sunghoon..."

His name escapes your lips like a plea, and he responds by tracing a path of kisses down your body, his hands gripping your thighs. You can feel his desire, and it only els your own.

"I love your thighs," he murmurs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

"So soft and smooth."

You whimper as he nips at your skin, his hands squeezing your thighs lovingly.

"Please, Sunghoon..."

He chuckles, the vibrations tickling your skin. "Impatient, aren't we?"

Before you can respond, he enters you in one swift motion, filling you completely.

You cry out, your head thrown back, your body arching off the bed. Sunghoon groans, his hands gripping your hips as he begins to move, his thrusts deep and purposeful.

"Oh, God," you moan, your eyes screwed shut as pleasure washes over you.

"Sunghoon, yes..."

He leans down, his lips brushing against yours as he moves within you, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "You feel so good," he pants. "So tight."

You meet his thrusts, your bodies moving in perfect sync. The bed creaks beneath you, the sound blending with your passionate cries. The scent of sweat and sex fills the room, heightening the intensity of the moment.

"I'm close," you whisper, your nails digging into his back. "Sunghoon, don't stop."

"I won't," he grunts, his muscles tensing as he drives into you. "Come for me, baby."

Your bodies move together, the pace frantic now as you chase your release.

The pleasure builds and builds until you can't take it anymore. With a scream, you climax, your body shaking uncontrollably. "Sunghoon!"

He follows close behind, his body stiffening as he fills you with his release.

He collapses onto the bed, pulling you close, his chest heaving. You lie there, your hearts pounding, your sweat-dampened bodies entwined.

"That was." Sunghoon trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

You smile, a feeling of contentment washing over you. "Incredible."

He chuckles, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "Yeah. Incredible."

You snuggle closer, your heads resting on the same pillow. The two of you lie there in comfortable silence, your breathing slowly returning to normal. The party seems distant now, the only world that matters existing within these four walls.

"I love you, you know," Sunghoon says softly, his voice full of tenderness.

You smile, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through your chest. "I love you too."

And in that moment, with the soft glow of the moon illuminating your intertwined bodies, you know that this is where you're meant to be-safe and loved in the arms of your boyfriend, Sunghoon.

end note: I feel like it was kind of rushed but I lost motivation after writing a bit of it forgive me pls :33 sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes!!

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thebibutterflyao3 · 3 months ago

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OK IDK IF YOU TAKE FIC PROMPTS BUT I LOVE UR WORK N THIS WON’T LEAVD MY HEAD BUT FEEL FREE TO IGNORE

let’s set the scene

a fic where james is at some form of school whether college or uni or whatever and he’s a football jock and super hot so everyone asks him out but he always rejects them BUTTT he wears a necklace with an R on it and everyone wonders who is that and THEN THE NEXT YEAR reg joins and ppl assume they’re dating because of how they act but theyre so oblivious and cute they think they’re just best friends but they’re in love

I do take prompts if they interest me! This is adorable and I definitely wanted to give it a go, but I have no chill. I said to myself, “you can write a cute one-shot with a few scenes, no problem!” I’m at 15k words in two days. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Here’s a peek:

——Unedited Opening Scene——

It had to be today. Of all days for his lucky necklace to break, it had to be today. James cursed under his breath as he hurried down the pavement, cradling the pieces of the gold chain carefully in his hand. He’d panicked when he felt the chain fall from its proper place at the hollow of his throat a minute earlier, and now the small pendant glared at him accusingly as if the intense boy who’d given it to him knew that it wasn’t where it belonged.

He rubbed his thumb over the gold script “R” and smiled fondly at the memory of Regulus’s eager grin when he insisted James open the gift from him first on Christmas morning, several years ago now. James was thrilled to find the charm nestled in a small blue satin gift box, and even happier to see the matching “J” that Regulus bought for himself. They had grown close in the previous year after the brothers moved in with him and his parents and this was a sign that their friendship was meant to last.

James also remembered how Regulus’s cheeks burned with embarrassment when he saw that his brother bought a similar set for him and his boyfriend the following year. Sirius had dismissed his concern and declared it was an equally appropriate gift for his “adopted brother,” but Regulus looked even more mortified. The term made James wince at the time. He never wanted to interject himself in Regulus and Sirius’s family bond, and remained content to be friends.

And now I’ve broken it, on the very first day he arrives at uni. Well done, you putz.

He searched the crowd gathered around the Square for a familiar dark head of wavy hair and anxious grey eyes. Regulus wasn’t tall enough to stand out among the throng of new students, but James’s gaze was drawn directly to him within seconds. Hurriedly, he waded through the crowd to reach him. When their eyes met, Regulus gasped and shoved his way past the handful of students standing between them.

“Jamie!” Regulus called out, leaping at James with his arms outstretched.

James rushed forward and caught him in a tight hug. “Hey Reg! You made it!”

“There’s so many people here,” Regulus whispered in his ear. “It’s a lot to take in.”

He nodded, then eased his hold a bit so that he could see his face. Regulus’s lips were bitten raw and his cheeks were pink with nervous excitement, but otherwise he looked exactly as James remembered. Their Facetime calls were the highlight of his week, every week, and his sole source of sanity when the stress of his summer sessions wore him thin.

“What dorm are you in? Did you request Gryffindor?” James asked, lowering his feet to the ground.

“I did, but they said it was full.” Regulus frowned as he pulled away. “Is Slytherin close?”

“Right across the street!”

James’s smile faltered when Regulus’s gaze fell to his chest. He held out his hand and quickly explained what happened with the clasp. Relief washed over Regulus’s sharp features as he carefully pieced the remaining tiny links back together. The little furrow between his brows when he was lost in concentration amused James and he was tempted to smooth it away with his thumb.

“There,” Regulus pronounced, holding up the necklace triumphantly. “Turn around and I’ll put it on.”

James swivelled on his heel and stooped a bit so that Regulus could reach his neck. “Thanks. I had a bit of a panic when it broke.”

“May be a tad tight now,” Regulus said. He deftly clasped the chain without issue, despite the fact that James hadn’t opened the clasp in years. When he turned around again, Regulus smiled and patted the charm approvingly as he reached for his own, untucking the silver “J” to rub it between his thumb and finger.

——Unedited Middle Scene——

James steadied himself with a hand on Sirius’s shoulder as the pain began to recede. “No one hurt me, alright? I crashed into the lockers during half-time trying to get my phone. I had to check on Regulus and–”

“Alright, enough,” Peter interrupted. He marched up to James and prodded his chest with one finger. “What’s it going to take, James? How much more proof do you need?”

James glared at Peter. “Leave it. There’s no reason to stir shite up when things are perfectly fine as they are.”

Peter glared right back, his hands propped on his hips like a disappointed mum. “James Fleamont Potter, have your bollocks fallen off? What happened to your self-respect? Has he scrambled your brain that much?”

“Who? What the hell are we talking about?” Sirius shook Peter’s shoulder roughly.

“Regulus! James is in love with Regulus!” Peter shouted.

A startled gasp whipped James’s head up with a loud crack. Shite. Regulus.

“No! Regulus, it’s not true,” James said, rushing forward. He made it a handful of steps before coming to a halt. “Why didn’t you come to the game?”

Regulus backed up slowly, unprepared for the rush of emotions that rolled through him at the sight of James. Particularly, a badly bruised and upset James. The same bloke that he’d spent the last hour and a half forcing himself to consider his feelings about, only to hear James assure him that he didn’t have any for Regulus in return.

Remus was right. I am pathetic. How did I miss it?

He swallowed past a lump in his throat and shook his head. “I had a project…the library…”

“You didn’t say anything about a project.”

“No, I didn’t,” he admitted. Regulus’s hands clenched into fists at his side. “It doesn’t matter anyway though, does it?”

James’s face contorted through a number of expressions before settling on frustration. “Of course it matters! I lost the game because I was too busy worrying about you! What the fuck, Reg? Why didn’t you come to the game like you said you would? I was looking everywhere for you. I couldn’t concentrate on the plays and–”

“So, it’s my fault you lost your game?” Regulus checked.

“Yes! Wait, no…I mean.” James huffed and stomped forward, grabbing the front of Regulus’s jumper. “Listen, Regulus, I need to hear you say it. Why didn’t you come to the game?”

Regulus tipped his head back and closed his eyes. This was not going the way he’d expected it to, which in some ways was a good thing. He wasn’t sure he could handle both of them being clingy saps right now. One of them needed to keep a clear head.

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kiruuuuu · 6 years ago

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Doc/Lion oneshot in which Lion absolutely can’t get enough of Doc. (Rating E, pure filth + fluff, ~4k words) - written for the ever so wonderful 1ce_09 on twitter ♥♥ Everyone who hasn’t already, check them out for beautiful Siege art! Thank you so much for commissioning me, I enjoyed myself :)

If anyone had asked Lion a year – hell, months – ago which part of the day was his least favourite, he would’ve said waking up. Throughout his life, the only consistently good thing staying with him has been how easily he falls asleep and his ability to only wake up once fully rested; he sometimes thinks it’s a genuine blessing he received, a rare show of mercy of which he’s ultimately undeserving. Even when his mind worked overtime, even when there was an oppressive weight on his soul, even when there was no reason to get up in the morning, he drifted off like a lazy, oversized house cat napping in the sun. In rare moments, he idly wonders whether this ability hasn’t saved his life at some point, granted him this little bit of energy he needed to get through the day, gave him enough hope to trudge on and eventually sparked his endeavour to make it up to those he wronged.

And then there are his dreams. They’ve always been vivid, abstract, hard to grasp, but as a child he could always pinpoint at least a location or a person, something concrete which gave him an indication of what was on his mind at the time. After – after Claire, after colourful pills and pieces of paper with cartoon characters on them and a few other things, his nightly visions became even more obscure, swirls of colour, evoking emotions whose vibrancy stays with him in this twilight between waking and sleeping, a half-doze in which he’s disembodied yet conscious. He enjoys their embrace and despised nothing more than the afterimages being violently ripped away from him by a shrill alarm.

These days, he doesn’t mind it so much. The reason for his change of mind is as fortunate as it is unbelievable because of all its facets no one could’ve predicted, especially not him: It’s someone he loves (and he’d given up on this particular idea a while ago). It’s a man (and while he’s fooled around with some of his friends before, it was largely born from spite and the thrill of the forbidden). And of all people, it’s Doc.

It took him months to come to terms with the realisation that his infuriating colleague never really left his thoughts because of a fierce desire to impress him, not because of personal dislike. Doc is revered wherever he treads and when Lion earned his ire, it was much easier to pretend the negativity dictating Lion’s remorseless remarks and actions towards the other man stemmed from disdain and not disappointment in himself, not from a knee-jerk reaction to the realisation that Doc would never see him as an equal now.

It took him even longer to finally act on it too, reach out and attempt to rebuild the bridge Doc had destabilised and which Lion had spitefully burned in response; it required endless conversations with Bertrand as well as the rest of the GIGN, a worrisome amount of self-reflection, and uncomfortable, tough admissions.

But he managed. Looking back, it’s amazing how much he turned his life around, how much he achieved with the help of those around him and indubitably help from above, and he’s humble enough to try and let his gratitude shine through in everything he does these days.

He even learnt to enjoy waking up. Though admittedly it wasn’t difficult, no, not at all, not when he knows he’ll have company, be greeted with a smile and a kiss, a brief update on global events, a cup of coffee just how he likes it. And so instead of hitting the snooze button on his phone several times, tossing and turning, dreading the beginning of yet another day, he wakes with a serenity he never thought he could achieve.

This morning, his heart feels even lighter than normal and it doesn’t take long to figure out why: there’s a warm body next to his. Doc prefers getting up early, always prefers being prepared no matter what and possesses the inhuman ability to sleep without an alarm and be on time anyway – but rarely, on one of their days off, he allows himself to sleep in, much to Lion’s delight.

Smiling to himself, he rolls on his side to dazedly blink at the spectacular view in front of him and really, Doc has no business being this gorgeous this early in the day. He’s stretched out on his stomach – and he’s the only person Lion has met who sleeps this way –, head turned away from Lion, explaining his constant neck pains, and smooth skin illuminated by the rays falling in through the blinds, painting long stripes on his naked back.

Lion doesn’t want to disturb the image yet reaches out regardless, runs his fingertips over shoulder blades jutting out, the dip of his lower back, relaxed muscles, and reaches the blanket covering Doc from the hips downwards. He should let him sleep. Really, he should, but with every centimetre more that’s revealed, Lion’s interest rises. He takes his time, pauses when he hears his lover take a deep breath and proceeds when it evens out again. Slowly, surely, he reveals plump curves and more soft skin, and then his gaze falls on the discoloured spots on the back of Doc’s thighs and the almost languorous desire playfully swaying in the back of his mind suddenly gets shoved to the very forefront, makes his heart skip a beat and his crotch throb.

Memories from the previous evening come flooding back, the end of a tedious work day necessitating some kind of release – they’d started as soon as they set foot into their apartment, Lion crowding his lover against the door and licking every bit of composure off his tongue, then wandering deeper with his hungry mouth and swallowing him whole, something he’s come to love, provided he can watch Doc’s features dissolve into helpless want while sucking on him, hard. He took his time, did so for the rest too, left Doc aching and fingered him open over the couch until he was flushed and flustered and even more beautiful, took him standing up until his legs gave in, relocated to the kitchen table, eventually landed in bed where he finished them both off with merciless snaps of his hips, listening to Doc’s desperate whines and floating on pure ecstasy.

The bruises are remnants, and now he also feels the scratches on his back again which he didn’t let the other man see, angled his body so he wouldn’t notice the damage he’s done – he usually feels bad about leaving marks though Lion can never get enough. It’s one of the many small disagreements about which they half-heartedly argue and neither of them is ready to budge, but more often than not they end with a hand in someone’s hair or quick kisses. There’s more, now that he knows where to look, Doc’s ass cheeks themselves are still tinted red and the lovebites Lion sucked onto his ribs remain perfectly visible as well.

Maybe he should add a few.

Moving carefully, he removes the blanket entirely, admires Doc’s shapely legs for a moment and then kneels between them, intending no more than to touch the sleeping beauty a little, but as soon as his palms come to rest on firm flesh, a different thought makes his cock twitch in anticipation. Doc is perfectly on display like this, the hills and valleys of his body enticing in a way that Lion wants nothing more than mould himself around them, and he decides to appreciate it all by waking Doc with something more… personal than simply covering him in hickeys.

Thumbs pull the cheeks apart a little, exposing a pink hole which looks overwhelmingly inviting to Lion, a hole he abused to his heart’s content the previous evening and so it’s only appropriate for him to make up for the rough treatment, isn’t it? He leans forward and gingerly circles the rim with the tip of his tongue, starting feather-light and increasing the intensity slowly, intersperses it with broad laps and has to suppress a moan when he feels the ring of muscle pulsing in response. He’s felt similar contractions around his shaft so many times before and the association is all he needed for a full, heavy erection – especially when he remembers Doc’s usual, elated expression whenever he climaxes.

The hips beneath his hands shift a little, and a foot lifts, powerless, and when he pushes the tip of his tongue inside, Doc lets out a sleepy groan. “Really?”, he mumbles into the sheets but makes no move to stop Lion. “Didn’t we do enough yesterday?”

He grins and forces himself a little deeper, eliciting a weak moan, before withdrawing for a reply: “Gustave, I can never have enough of you.” And to cut off any smart remark, he wiggles his tongue back inside and turns all of Doc’s protests into small, appreciative noises. Though his lover appears to be the voice of reason more often than not, he allows himself to get swept up by Lion’s passion all the time, mentioning work but riding him with abandon ten minutes later, scolding him for only thinking about one thing but asking him to come on his face the same day. Lion never minds initiating, not when this is the result: an increasingly aroused Doc meeting his mouth with subtle grinding, fisting the sheets and not even fully awake yet.

A curious finger proves Doc to be more than loose enough a few minutes later, and by this point they’re both panting and dizzy – and besides, Lion has always been more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ type, so he wastes no time in grabbing the lube strategically placed on the bedside table to pour a generous amount on his stiff cock, wincing a little at the cool, viscous liquid. A few strokes for good measure coat it sufficiently and the next moment he’s rubbing his tip over the very hole he licked open just now, felt it quiver around his tongue. The touch is electrifying and the fierce need pulsing through him urges him to give in, take what’s his, ensure his own pleasure.

But he waits. Bites his lip in impatience, pushes slightly against the entrance and shivers when he feels it give way a little, squeezes one of the buttcheeks he maltreated in the sweetest way possible last night – but he waits.

And then Doc meets him, lifts his hips to allow the head to slip inside and both of them gasp at the sudden surge of pleasure. Lion accepts this signal for what it is and begins the slow slide, pushes deeper and deeper into deliciously tight heat, feels Doc’s walls contract around his dick and only stops once he’s bottoms out. Since his lover usually requires a moment to adjust, Lion uses this time to not only focus on how fucking good he feels, but also to straddle the other man properly and lean down, cover him with his own body and place a few loving kisses on the top of his head.

“Other people wake their boyfriends with breakfast in bed”, Doc grumbles under him, now less bleary than before, but the hand he places next to Lion’s contradicts his words. He spreads his fingers and Lion interlaces them with his own, holds on tight and makes no move to suppress the smile stretching his lips at the gesture.

“Their boyfriends are definitely not as erotic as mine then”, he purrs into Doc’s hair. His limbs are possessively caging the other man in and even then, it hardly suffices to sate his need to be as close to Doc as possible, feel all of him.

“What you mean to say is they have more than just a shred of self-control.” And oh, he’s going to make Doc eat those words.

Slowly, he begins grinding down, impatient erection twitching eagerly inside and rubbing against all the right places if Doc’s startled gasp is anything to go by. He loves it deep and Lion knows it, rolls his hips against his lover’s perfect ass and makes him feel every centimetre keenly. For good measure, he bows his head to latch onto that spot right below Doc’s ear which he knows drives him wild, tongues at it wetly before sucking and relishes the unrestrained moan he earns for his trouble. Over time, he’s memorised all of Doc’s weakspots and exploits this knowledge now shamelessly, bites at his earlobe and trails his lips over soft skin to the back of Doc’s neck where he nibbles, his lazy motions emphasising his ministrations.

By now, Doc is trembling against him, the deep grind stealing his breath and causing him to jerk his hips up in search of more thorough stimulation than this merciless teasing, trying to fuck himself on Lion’s cock but failing. Frustrated huffs join the quiet panting, his grip involuntarily tightening parallel to him clenching desperately around Lion’s hard shaft and it’s mesmerising to behold how his mock crossness melts away into pure lust.

Doc’s other hand reaches back and digs into Lion’s ass, tries to get him to move more, faster, anything, but when that fails as well, he pleads: “Come on, just fuck me, Olivier.”

He knows how this goes. Grinning to himself, Lion tenses his muscles to make his dick throb inside additionally to the tantalising motions and decides to have even more fun. “You look so pretty, impaled on my cock”, he whispers and throws Doc a bone, withdraws all the way and slowly slides back in, keeps this torturous pace and sighs contentedly every time Doc’s hole allows him back in, stretches around him. He meant his words – he really can never get enough of this.

Uneven breaths have turned into whines now. “Olivier, please -”

“I could fuck you, pump you full of come and then leave you, dripping and begging for it”, he continues and concentrates on the steady build of pleasure – a slow climb but oh so satisfying. Doc feels wonderful around him. “Could do that the entire day. Every time you suck me until I’m hard again, I shoot inside but you’re not allowed to come. You can ride my cock all day, Gustave.” The thought is dazzling and he probably never fantasised about someone while being balls deep inside that very person, yet he can’t help but picture Doc all powerless, frenzied, obeying him fully. He knows Doc is too proud to actually agree to anything like it, though the throaty moan Doc lets out in response tells Lion unambiguously that he’s imagining it – and actually enjoys the thought. Still, Lion’s thumb strokes reassuringly over the hand he’s still holding.

“Please, I want you, go faster -” Doc’s impatience has reached its peak now, he shoves himself onto Lion’s member in one go and pushes against him, whimpers when Lion gnaws at his neck in retaliation and rises nonetheless, lifting his lover’s body with him. The teasing has left him frantic and exactly how Lion likes it, cheeks red and gaze almost defiant when he glares at the larger man over his shoulder. Lion could spend all day marvelling at the state of him.

Instead, he relents, guides Doc onto his hands and knees and grabs his hips to steady him, fingers brushing over the bruises on Doc’s thigh, the faint purplish tinge an expression of his devotion. “You want it hard?”, he asks and is almost surprised at how breathy his own voice is. Unbridled want is pulsing through him, vicious and blinding, making his digits itch and cock ache.

Doc nods wordlessly and it’s probably good he can’t see the pure joy on Lion’s face over the admission. Even now, even with how familiar they are with each other, every confirmation of the passion, respect and love they share sparks delight.

A sharp snap of Lion’s hips later and his focus is elsewhere again. Now he’s getting serious, drives into Doc at a fast tempo, watches as his entire erection disappears inside him and tries his best not to come on the spot. The abrupt stimulation is almost too much but he keeps going through the discomfort paired with blunt need until he hears himself moan loudly in pleasure, dig his fingertips into Doc’s flesh. He’s not going to last long, that much is clear, but he’s going to make it good regardless.

A few pointed thrusts elicit more dazed whimpering from his lover, a picturesque arch of his back to allow Lion to penetrate him all the way and even another, decidedly more heated glance back at him. They’re both equally into it, tensing and moving against each other amid the sound of skin slapping against skin, the rustling of sheets as Doc desperately seeks support, leverage, anything to hold on to – and Lion shares the sentiment of feeling wholly lost yet not wanting to be found. Ruthlessly, he slams into his lover, chasing his pleasure, helping Doc pursue his own, and makes no effort to hide his enjoyment.

A sudden spike almost pushes him over the edge when Doc’s arms give in, accompanied by something that sounds suspiciously like a keen, and now he’s really pounding him into the mattress, showing him just how deep his desire runs, how comprehensive his attraction is. He can’t even pinpoint which part it is exactly about Doc that drives him this wild, fills him with the urge to claim, mark, embrace and never let go; and he revels in the knowledge of being able to make this otherwise so poised, dignified and professional man fall apart, provoke emotions from him he displays for no one else.

“Come for me”, Lion gasps in between the creaking of the bed, “do it. Come on, amour, Gustave, I want to feel it.” And the sounds he wrenches from Doc’s throat with every thrust get impossibly louder when his lover reaches for his dick, probably not able to keep up with the merciless rhythm with which Lion is driving into him but still good enough. He gets tighter, even more so when Lion’s breath hitches, followed by a growl. He’s getting closer by the second, Doc’s noises and velvety heat making up the perfect catalyst -

And then Doc orgasms, surprisingly quickly for how little he stroked himself, he must’ve been primed, possibly dreamt of Lion and this thought is a whole other turn-on he shelves away for later. Right now, he watches, utterly transfixed, as Doc spasms under him, hips rolling futilely to either increase the intensity or shy away from it as he shoots his sperm in short bursts in between the hard thrusts. Lion fucks him through it, runs one of his palms over the dancing muscles of Doc’s back and shudders at the violent contractions around his throbbing cock; fucks him through the aftershocks, too, tiny jolts which speak of a very satisfying climax. Lion isn’t there yet, however, not fully, teetering on the edge, carefully controlling himself so he can take all of Doc in and -

“Finish inside, Olivier”, Doc demands, voice shaky, and he’s gone.

His abs tense with a delicious kind of pain at the first wave of blissful release washing through him. He buries himself deep inside his lover and moans in disbelief over how abruptly pleasure explodes behind his eyelids and nearly folds in half at the intensity, gasping for air as his cock twitches and probably adding a few bruises to the existing ones. Momentary blindness allows him to be wholly aware of Doc moving against him to milk him for every drop, of overwhelming relief encompassing his entire being as he orgasms, surrounded by scorching heat and momentarily losing all sense of reality.

Coming down is a slow, gradual affair, both of them slumping a little and Lion bending so he can rest his forehead on Doc’s shoulder blade as they both catch their breath, bask in the afterglow and enjoy the feel of shared body heat, companionship and sweet exhaustion. Lion peppers his boyfriend’s shoulder with kisses once he can see straight again, withdraws tentatively and sits up to examine the masterpiece he just fucked into existence in all its glory: shiny skin, reddened cheeks, a gaping hole, dark marks and lovebites, and, after a few seconds, a thin stream of white leaking out.

Lion is definitely unable to get hard immediately after a climax this exquisite but his dick gives a feeble jump at the sight nonetheless. He reaches out and catches the droplets with a fingertip, pushes them back to where they came from, pushes them back inside and earns a quiet moan. Adding another digit, he tries to finger the semen as deep as he can and only pauses when Doc kicks him lightly.

“I’m sore enough as it is”, he complains and rolls to the side when Lion withdraws mournfully, yet there’s a bright smile adorning his face when their eyes meet.

With weak knees, Lion stalks back and forth to get them cleaned up (and is actually amazed Doc doesn’t mention the scratches he himself inflicted) but insists on doing one thing by himself: once he’s taken his rightful place by Doc’s side, entangled their legs and exchanged a few loving kisses, he catches Doc’s wrist to lift it to his face and starts to lick his palm clean.

“You’re like a dog”, his lover murmurs fondly and readily spreads his fingers to allow for better access. “They should’ve called you Husky, not Lion – they’re just as noisy and stubborn.”

Lion shoots him a good-natured grin. “Then you should be called Bunny. What was that about self-control?”

“Oh please, you’re the eternally horny one, mon amour.”

“And yet you never say no.” Their lips meet once more in a long, thorough kiss, with Doc climbing on top of Lion halfway through, ending up straddling him and stroking his face affectionately until Lion mouths at his palm while keeping eye contact.

“You really love my hands”, Doc points out quietly.

It’s true, he does – he loves how steady they are on the job, never making a mistake, never causing harm; loves how they’re calloused and scarred, lots of specks and lines lighter in colour telling tales of hard work; loves how they worship him, how gently they treat him, how warm they are when they touch him.

“I also really love you”, Lion says instead of the million other things he could say instead which would amount to the same thing. He’s learnt his lesson about being honest with himself and others and can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed when his admissions make Doc’s face light up like a Christmas tree. “And your hands do good. They’re your most important tools and I’m thankful every time I feel them.” There’s so much more for which he’s grateful that making a list would take him several days, so he tries to convey all which he’s not divulging explicitly with a heartfelt: “Thank you, Gustave.”

Doc’s features soften and he accepts the notion with one last kiss before getting up. “I’m going to brew us some coffee”, he announces, yet pauses by the bedroom door to catch Lion’s gaze and add, softly: “I love you too, Olivier.”

And while Lion remains in bed for a minute longer, stretched out and encased in soothing warmth coming from within, a distracted smile pulling at the corners of his mouth and most of his body tingling pleasantly, he thinks back to his life no more than a year ago. How unthinkable it was that waking up would become his favourite part of the day. But sometimes, the unthinkable happens all the same.

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On eve of inauguration, Trump addresses nation in shadow of Lincoln

Trump spoke at the Lincoln Memorial, where Martin Luther King Jr declared I have a dream, and told the largely white crowd: Youre not forgotten any more

Donald Trump staked his claim to Washington on Thursday by promising to make America great again while at the feet of the US capitals giant marble statue of Abraham Lincoln in a celebration of patriotic music, military pageantry and fireworks.

The president-elect delivered a brief speech from the Lincoln Memorial, close to the spot where in 1963 Martin Luther King Jr declared, I have a dream. Trump told the largely white crowd: Youre not forgotten any more.

On a cold night of heavy and sometimes heavy handed symbolism ahead of Fridays inauguration, Trump led thousands of supporters in chants of make America great again, saying: And Ill add, greater than ever before. A spectacular array of fireworks shot into the sky and spelled: U-S-A as the Battle Hymn of the Republic rang out.

Accompanied by his wife, Melania, and other family members, he then walked up the steps and spent the better part of a minute silently contemplating the seated Lincoln, the president who won the civil war and helped end slavery. His celebrated Gettysburg address and second inaugural address are inscribed on the chamber walls.

Supporters lined the pool at the National Mall, many wearing Make America great again baseball caps and other regalia, though the area was far from full and some left early as temperatures plummeted after dark. Nearby were the Vietnam war memorial and ghostly figures of soldiers at the Korean war memorial.

But it was the juxtaposition with Trumps fellow Republican Lincoln, the 16th and arguably greatest US president, that was most striking. Hollywood actor Jon Voight, a vocal Trump supporter, told the crowd: President Lincoln who sits here with us Im sure is smiling knowing we will be led by an honest and good man, who will work for all their people no matter their creed or colour. We will see a renewed America.

Some observers, however, found the choice of the Lincoln Memorial jarring. Keith Stiggers, 25, who is African American, said: When I saw that I was like, wow! Probably a lot of his supporters dont like Lincoln and his legacy for the country. Is he going to uphold that legacy or is he going to do what he can to step on it?

Stiggers, a law student, had come with his fiance to support democracy and feels that Fridays inaugural address will be crucial. I think he should definitely build bridges. He got a lot of support from the alt-right and now he should make it clear he is governing for all Americans. His speech is going to be very important; its going to dictate the pace of his presidency.

The free welcome celebration had begun just after 4pm with military marching, music and pageantry, including the national anthem, followed by a change of gear with drummer DJ Ravidrums (Ravi Jakhotia), who has served as a personal DJ for Hugh Hefner. Behind him giant TV screens flashed the names of every US state.

There were performances from soul singer Sam Moore and an improvised country music group, laden with patriotism. Eventually Trump and his wife, Melania, appeared to the soundtrack of The Rolling Stones Heart of Stone. The president-elect turned to give Lincoln a military salute before descending the steps to chants of Trump! Trump! Trump!

They joined other family members behind protective glass to watch artists including the Piano Guys Its time to put all our differences aside rock band 3 Doors Down, Lee Greenwood and country singer Toby Keith, who was introduced as one of the most popular artists in history. Trump is said to have had trouble attracting A-list stars to appear at the event.

Tom Barrack, president of the presidential inauguration committee, then introduced the TV celebrity and businessman turned politician. I would like you to pay tribute to the courage, to the strength, to the loyalty of this man, he said.

Trump, holding a microphone in his left hand, thanked his supporters and said: Im just the messenger … Its a movement like weve never seen anywhere in the world, they say … its something thats very, very special. The phrase, you all know it, half of you are wearing the hat: make America great again.

Trump reflected on the noisy rallies of his election effort, which few observers thought would lead to Fridays ceremonies 18 months ago. There was never an empty seat, like tonight, he said. We all knew that last month of the campaign … we knew that something special was happening.

The polls started going up, up, up, but they didnt want to give us credit. Because they forgot about a lot of us. When the campaign started I called it the forgotten man and forgotten woman. Well, youre not forgotten any more.

The crowd cheered. Trump promised to bring jobs back, and not let other countries take US jobs any longer, while also rebuilding the military.

Trump addresses a pre-inaugural rally at the Lincoln Memorial. Photograph: Mike Segar/Reuters

We are going to do things that havent been done in our country for many, many decades, I promise you.

Washington is a Democratic stronghold where Trump polled less than 5% in the election, but his supporters relished their time in the capital.

Chris Lehman, 55, a maintenance supervisor from Belmar, New Jersey, said: Its thrilling to be here today. This is a historic event. Weve got a president again whos proud of the country and will bring jobs back to the country. Its a good feeling. Hes brought jobs back even before hes taken the keys to the office yet. Unfortunately hell probably spend the first 20 days undoing the garbage President Obama did at the end to slow him down.

Lehman, 55, booked his hotel in nearby Baltimore before the election because he was so confident of Trumps victory. You dont become a billionaire by losing and not knowing what youre doing, he said. He speaks his heart and he speaks his mind. You know what hes saying is the truth, and youve got to love a president like that. He doesnt owe anybody anything. He can come in and do this right.

Shannon Wilburn, 48, who runs a Christian youth centre, travelled with a friend from Roby, Texas, for her first visit to the US capital. We just wanted to be here as patriotic Americans. Its a bucket list thing to see a swearing in of a president. I do believe Donald Trump is a Christian. One of the biggest things is his pro-life stance and, as a Christ follower, its very hard to accept someone whos not.

Wilburn said she doubted that Trump will be able to bridge the partisan divide in his inaugural address on Friday. Theyre not even going to give him a day. Look at the Democrats boycotting it. He cant get one day of grace. Thats a little frustrating, I think.

Nearly a million people are expected on the National Mall in Washington for a ceremonial transfer of power that will observe time-honoured traditions and pageantry but usher in profound political uncertainties.

Trump has promised to shake up the postwar liberal order, issued contradictory policy statements and, even before taking office, sparked anger in foreign capitals with his volatile approach. Questions have been raised over the character and temperament of a man who boasted about groping women and still picks fights on Twitter.

Protests are expected on Friday, and a huge womens march is planned for Saturday, as liberals dig in for four years of opposition to Trump, who enters office as the most unpopular of at least the past seven presidents at the beginning of their terms, according to opinion polls.

He also takes power under the shadow of Russias alleged meddling in the presidential election, which has led some Democrats to question his legitimacy. Up to 60 members of Congress will boycott the inauguration ceremony at the US Capitol.

At least 28,000 security personnel from 36 state, local and federal agencies will be deployed for inauguration events, reportedly costing $200m, divided between taxpayers and private donors. Parts of the capital are on lockdown, with steel barriers erected on normally busy streets, to head off disruptive protests.

Trump and his wife, Melania, will on Friday morning go to the White House for tea with Obama and his wife, Michelle, even as house movers work upstairs to swap their private possessions.

The inauguration ceremony will begin with performances by the Talladega Marching Tornadoes, the Rockettes dance troupe, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and 16-year-old singer Jackie Evancho.

At noon, in a scene not so long ago unthinkable to the political establishment, Trump will take the oath of office, administered by Chief Justice John Roberts. He will place his hand on his own Bible a gift from his mother in 1955 as well as a Bible used by Abraham Lincoln at his first inauguration.

In an operatic tableau, standing nearby will be Hillary Clinton, the candidate Trump threatened to jail during the campaign. She received 2.9 million more votes than he did last November but lost the electoral college. Former presidents Bill Clinton, George W Bush and Jimmy Carter will also be present.

Trump will become the first US president in the 240-year-old republic who has never served in the military or held public office. At 70 he will also be the oldest in his first term, eclipsing Ronald Reagans record.

Barrack said Trumps inaugural speech would focus on the issues that unite us and claimed that the divisions from the campaign would vanish. What youll hear in his address is a switch from candidate to president, he told the CBS This Morning show.