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triasticalwarlock · 11 months ago

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Yandere sonic

Pair- sonic x reader

Warning- MDNI, yandere behavior, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior,emotional manipulation, manipulation,gaslighting, non-con sonic, PDA, delusional behavior, forced relationship, stalking.

Note- this is just for fun! Also, I'm still trying to correct Sonic's personality, so bare with me please.( This is the sonic from the anime! But you're welcome to imagine another version as well) Having a lot of fun with writing, might actually make a one-shot! Maybe. There are more than likely a few spelling errors I looked over, so bare with me again. This took to fucking long

For sonic, I don't see it being love at first sight. this is because sonic is level headed, calm, and it's clearly shown how he acts around new people. He's not rude of course, but it does take a bit before he gets completely used to them. That being said, it's the same when you roll around. Still, he's not a jerk, but he just needs to get used to your presence. As a animal, it can be uncomfortable for them is someone new is where they normally hang out at, even if they don't show it, it's still there.

So, even when he does get used to you, it'll be a lot different. He'll actually start to go up to you and talk, not like he didn't before, but he enjoys it a lot more now. Not that anyone could notice. They just think it's the same ol sonic.

Now, up to the things that'll make him like you a lot more(maybe not in a healthy way): it could be a lot of things, maybe it was the way you were able to keep up with him, not speed wise. But his attitude. When ever he starts to wise up, getting cocky, you challenge him. He says how he's the fastest thing on earth, you say how shadow beat him that one time, and that there are millions of other universes out there. And you do it in the same cocky tone he speaks about in. Or how you always protect and care for his friends, how much you care for tails means the most to him, as much as he loves all of his friends, tails is his brother. So when he sees you patching he up after a the x tornado cashed, sonic will feel a sense of something, something he's never felt before. And dear God, when you take care of sonic is a nightmare for both of you, for different reasons; For sonic, it's because feeling you oh-so gentle touch on his skin makes him literally vibrate. While your reason is because he won't fucking sit still, but you figure it's because of him having a running craving. You couldn't be anymore wrong

Speaking of running, he will definitely make you run with him, even though you can never keep up. So he slows down a bit, not being with you exactly but a little ways away, just so he can tease you about how 'your almost there!' and when you scowl at him as he grins and Snickers. Kinda like in the first episode, where he's running backwards in front of team S, playing with them

Also, he gets unbelievably clingy, like, unreasonably clingy. when ever he's sleeping, or trying to sleep. If you walk by, he has no problem grabbing your wrist and pulling you on him. Even if your taller. He does not care, if he wants to cuddle, he will get those god damn cuddles. He will force your head to the nape of his neck, put his head on yours, and trap you with his arms. Normally, sonic would never do this, but the desperate need to now if your ok is a lot stronger than his shame for not giving you personal space. With sonic, you personal space is his personal space. You share bubbles

If your shorter than him, than good luck, cause he will use you as a arm rest. Tease you, pick you up like a rag doll, and all with that signature smug smirk. And it gives him an advantage to trap you to, when ever you try to get up from a cuddle, he'll pull you back. Curling above you as you whine about wanting to get up. He chuck, putting all of his body weight on top of you. Teasing you about how ' what are going to do about it?' And as you whine, and huff and puff. He will not move.

Now, if you get up for another reason, like going outside, or getting his friends. And that's when his more... Concerning side shows. He literally can not function when you out of his sight, his anxiety and possessivnes getting the best of him, he'll always run off to find you. The discomfort of you not there is unbearable. so when you try to leave his sight willingly. He panics, and uses the best trick in the book, manipulation.

" but i don't want you to get hurt! Eggman's been stepping it up lately, who knows what he'll do to you if he captures you! And more than likely, he'll use you as bait, and maybe we could get hurt trying to save you, there's no telling what Eggman's got planned. And you can never be to careful."

" And if your with me, you will never get hurt, no one will! So why don't you came back, and cuddle with me again."

Yea, it's really bad. And note how it wasn't a question, the last one. Even if you disagree, sonic will force you back to bed, saying how you've been overworking a lot lately anyway, and that what a better way to relax than to cuddle with your 'friend' sonic. He'll force you under him, curling above you as he keeps on saying it's so you, and your friends won't get hurt. But at this moment, he could care less about his friends, he just cared about you. But from your point of view, your scared about what he's doing. And how for just being a hedgehog, speed wasn't the only thing going for him, it was strength to. You never expected this, you thought back to the hedgehog you were talking to not even 10 minutes ago. Your best friend, the one that would lend a hand, the shoulder you could cry on. Was not who you were looking at, this was someone else.

Now, if you go back to him without a fuss, it will be a lot better! He'll pull you back to him, laying down with you. And will go back to talking, like you weren't just trying to leave him (in his thoughts). Speaking of his thoughts, in both instances. The one thing he will be thinking is; ' why are you trying to leave me?" And while on the outside he looks unbelievably calm. But on the inside he's freaking out, scared, and worried for what he did that would make you want to leave. Was it something he said? Something he did? Did someone tell you something about him? Who was it? Lover's quarrel? Ah, that had to be it.

He's so delusional that he won't even ask you to be his girlfriend, assuming that you guys are already in a relationship. So when you try to tell him that it's not true, he'll act like you're the crazy one

"you uh, feeling ok baby? Don't know how you could forget that we're in a relationship, but that's okay! I'll let it slide. This time"

" y/n, for the last time! It's okay that you forgot, I'll make you remember."

This guy has the biggest ego in the sonic universe, so he'll automatically assume, that again, your in a relationship. I mean, it doesn't matter if he asks or not; he saves you, is there for you, protects you, stands up for you, traps you from harm, feeds you, cuddles with you, and so much more! What's the point in asking?

And besides, he loves you so much more than those other. Things. You should be grateful he looks your way!

But, even though he'll save you from harm. Sometimes, he's the one that puts you in it just to impress you, only you. He'll never let you actually get hurt, just captured. And he'll save the day by swooping in at the last second. Getting your praise is one of the most important things in his life, something he couldn't possibly live without, something truly out of this world, or, universe.

And when ever your out, oh boy. Be prepared because he does not hold back, he'll always be touching you, it's so he nows you're still okay! You're not hurt. And he won't be subtle, he does not give two fucks about what other people think; He'll wrap his arms around your waist from behind as your looking at something, hold your hand, wrap his arm around your neck, kiss your cheek, forehead, and nose. Once again, he doesn't give a flying fuck.

He's also stupidly overprotective. He'll follow you around, and it's not like you could catch him at the corner of your eye or run from him. He's the fastest thing alive! And he's not stalking you! He's simply protecting you, wouldn't want Eggman to steal you away! Now would we?

There's not many things that sonic will lose his cool over, he's probably one of the most chill people you will ever meet. But, that doesn't mean he'd never go apeshit. And one of these things are people, people talking to you. Why are they around you? They shouldn't even be breathing the same air as you. He sees people that you talk to as a threat, even if their the least threatening person on the planet. He doesn't care, and he will gladly scare them away. Without you knowing of course, all he has to do; is look at them in the eye from behind you, glow dark, Make his eyes white, and bam! Their running off. But no one else sees this of course! He wouldn't want to ruin his reputation, now would he?

And when you two are alone, he'll plant doubts in your head about your friend or friends. Making you eventually believe that their not a good person, and it always works. He won't stop until it does.

" I don't really like this Joseph guy y/n, he's tried to hurt people in the past. What do you mean I'm lying? I've seen him do it in person! What makes you think that I haven't? I stopped him from doing it before, and I'll stop him from doing it again!"

A sigh, "i'm sorry y/n, it's just-i don't want you to get hurt, please understand that I'm only trying to help and protect you. And by doing that, I'm warning you of this guy before he does something."

" are you sure about this? I'm not so sure you should go out with her tonight y/n, or any other nights. What I mean is that she's not a good person, she manipulates people. I've heard she doing it! Why do you think I wasn't to happy with being 'introduced' to her by you?"

And even with all the lies, he truly feels like he isn't hurting you, he genuinely believes that he is just protecting you. He's not intentionally isolating you, nor will he call it that. He's just protecting you from the dangers of this fucked up world, and if he wants to shelter you. He will

But, even after all he's put you through, remember. He'll " always love you!"

#Sonic X #yandere sonic #yandere sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic x reader #yandere sonic the hedgehog x reader #yandere sonic X #the Brain rot is real #why did i make this #im going to hell

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charleslelurk · 2 months ago

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overstimulation / begging / forced orgasm, whichever takes your fancy, for carlando?

So... I did all three. Enjoy your 3.5k feast ☺️

Carlando + begging + overstimulation + forced orgasm

Plus some bonus hair pulling and felching and sort of prostate milking and aftercare

(this absolutely has unrealistic refractory periods but we are just going with it ok)

Carlos flips on the vibrator in his hands and Lando moans at the sound, the toy not even touching him yet. Carlos smiles.

"Carlos, please," Lando whines.

Carlos pets down Lando's legs bracketing him and feels how they're still shaking from his last orgasm. "So needy," Carlos tells him. Lando has already come twice, but that's nothing when he hasn't come all week until tonight, has been so desperate for the last two days he could barely stand to be in the same room as Carlos because he would stare at Carlos's hands a little too long and get hard.

Carlos turns the vibration off and reaches for the lube, slicking up the toy, listening to Lando's breath quicken. When Carlos moves to bring the vibrator towards Lando, his legs automatically open, knees spreading even as they are already wide enough for Carlos to be settled between them. Carlos looks at Lando's hole, already fucked, Carlos's come starting to leak back out of him. With the tip of the vibrator, Carlos catches his dripping come from below Lando's hole and slides it back up to his rim.

"Carlos," Lando says brokenly.

Carlos smiles to himself. He loves having Lando like this, worked up and desperate and greedy. They can't do this often, but when they have the time, Carlos really does make the most of it. And Lando enjoys it to no end, as much as he begs and moans and whimpers and cries about it. Carlos can't wait.

"What Cariño?" Carlos asks lackadaisically. He's leaning further and further over Lando, slowly moving himself into position without trying to give away his plans.

"Please." Lando seems only capable of two words, just Carlos's name and begging. And they've barely begun.

"Since you asked so nicely," Carlos replies, and he fucks his come back into Lando with the vibrator, still turned off.

Lando is so open it's easy, barely even fills him up as Carlos works the toy in and out. He watches Lando's face as he does, and Lando looks almost serene, comfortable and sated by having something in him again. But it doesn't take long for him to get antsy, to want more stimulation. As soon as his mouth pops open to ask for it, Carlos dips his head and noses down behind Lando's balls to lick him from the base of his cock to the tip like an ice lolly. Lando moans, body twitching. When Carlos reaches the tip, he hoods the head of Lando's cock and sucks hard. It pulls a panting little noise from Lando, that doesn't even necessarily sound like a good noise but then Lando's chanting out a tiny little chorus of please please please so Carlos hollows his cheeks and takes Lando into his mouth, letting Lando sit heavy on his tongue, tasting of come and lube, before pulling off and sinking down again. He's still fucking the off vibrator in and out of Lando, rhythm imperfect as his two motions are like trying to rub his tummy and pat his head. Lando is enjoying it though, fingers dug into the sheets beneath him.

And that's when Carlos thrusts the vibrator deeper into Lando and turns it on.

Lando keens, throws his head to the side and squeezes his eyes shut even tighter. Carlos is left with a view of the pretty length of his neck, tan and dotted with moles. Beauty marks.

Carlos pulls off of Lando's cock and focuses on pressing the vibrator precisely inside Lando, nestling the tip against Lando's prostate and leaving it there until Lando's legs start to visibly shake before backing off and doing it all over again. When Carlos finally glances at Lando's cock again, it's leaking from the tip. He presses the vibrator down on Lando's prostate again and watches more precome splurt out.

Carlos looks down at the controls beneath his fingers and turns the vibrations up a level.

Lando yells, eyes flying open to find Carlos's, like he didn't know their vibrator had another setting when he absolutely did. His hands lift like he wants to grab Carlos, but he's too far away. They fall to Lando’s chest instead where he clenches his fingers into his palms. He's panting out breaths.

"Need me?" Carlos asks, lowering again, like he did to take Lando's cock in his mouth. Lando brings his hands to grip onto Carlos's hair as soon as Carlos is within reach, knitting into the strands and grounding himself. Carlos takes the opportunity of being in this position again to mouth at Lando's cock, causing Lando to breathe even harder, chest beating up and down as his lungs push.

"Okay Cariño?" Carlos asks.

Lando nods quickly, almost aggressively, the obvious sentiment don't stop. So Carlos does. He switches off the vibrator and leaves it still in Lando for a moment, long enough that Lando grips his hair more tightly and whines.

"Carlos, please please, I need to come, I was so close."

Carlos kisses the inside of Lando's thigh beside his face. "I know."

When he flips the vibrator back on, he fucks it into Lando, sure to be pressed against his prostate and–at the same time–swallows Lando down, all the way to the back of his throat. Lando shouts, hands yanking on Carlos's hair hard enough for Carlos to feel his own cock twitch, and then Lando is coming in his mouth in hot spurts that Carlos quickly swallows. He breathes through his nose and stays on Lando's cock as long as it's still twitching, even after there is no more come, Lando nearly dry from his first two loads.

When Carlos pulls off of Lando's cock, Lando hurriedly yanks Carlos by the hair to look at him.

"Don't–keep it in, it on, keep it on–" his green eyes are intense, slightly wet but focused as he tries to communicate with Carlos.

Carlos takes a moment to realize Lando means the vibrator that is still in his ass, and Carlos experimentally rocks it into Lando and watches his entire body twitch. Carlos stays exactly where he is between Lando's legs, face barely above his cock as Lando's grip on his hair doesn't let him move any further away. He just holds the end of the vibrator, waiting to see how Lando will react. Does he… will he actually–

The answer is yes. With a hoarse shout, Lando comes again, cock twitching as it isn't even fully hard. Almost no spunk comes out the tip, just a dribble, as Lando spills for the fourth time. Lando’s face is pink, eyes screwed shut, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Carlos finally switches off the vibrator.

It's obliterating hot, that Lando asked Carlos for this, that he knew or wanted to come again so quickly, that he did. Carlos can't control himself as he leans forwards one last time and licks at the meager amount of come on Lando's cock, cleaning it up even as Lando hisses.

"Mmmph," Lando pushes past his lips, weakly unknitting his fingers from Carlos's hair and pushing Carlos's head away. Carlos takes one more lick that makes Lando jerk and then sits up. The switched off vibrator is still in Lando and he almost wants to leave it, wants to see how long it will take Lando to notice. But he has other goals today, other items on the agenda.

Carlos gives Lando a moment longer, takes a long look at his soft face, how his eyelashes are dusting his cheekbones as he lies with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling, glinting with sweat. The remnants of his first orgasm are all over his stomach. This night will be a doozy to clean up, Carlos will have to run Lando a bath by the end, when he won't be able to stand in the shower. Carlos is looking forward to it.

When he decides time is up, Carlos shimmies backwards and off the bed, pulling Lando with him until Lando's hips are at the edge. He then lifts Lando's right leg and presses it back towards Lando’s chest. His eyes finally open as Carlos lifts his appendage.

"Hold, por favor,” Carlos says and Lando obediently hooks his hand behind his knee. Carlos moves the other leg and Lando grabs it without being told.

Finally, Carlos removes the vibrator from Lando's ass.

"Gahugh," Lando chokes out, and Carlos is suspicious Lando didn't even realize something was still in him, too blissed out and high on endorphins and his hole too fucked out to feel any sort of stretch. Carlos’s dick gives a jerky twitch.

Carlos sets the vibrator to the side and shifts his legs under him to get comfortable. From between his knees, Lando is watching Carlos with something like fascination and apprehension. When Carlos leans forwards, he can hear the sharp intake of breath from Lando. It makes him hesitate just centimeters from Lando's hole, wants to see if he can make Lando ask for it. His come is dripping out of Lando again, a bead rolling down towards the bed. Carlos waits.

"Please, pleasepleaseplease–" Lando starts, and Carlos dives in. He catches the dribble of his come on his tongue and then drags it from there all the way up and over Lando's hole, pulling a harsh cry from Lando above him. The taste is come and lube and the headiness of Lando and it shouldn't be good but it is. The taste has Carlos palming at his own dick, hard between his legs.

Carlos laps over Lando's hole continuously, pushing the flat of his tongue with force against his rim and dragging it slowly over. Once Lando's hole is wet and clenching around nothing, Carlos laps at it, prodding his tongue past the ring of muscles and feeling Lando flex. Carlos gives a particularly harsh lap with his tongue and Lando loses his grip on his right leg, almost bumping Carlos's head as it flops and lies over his shoulder instead. Carlos grabs him by the ankle and pushes his leg back up, giving himself room to breathe.

"'M sorry," Lando's small, choked voice says from above. Carlos just pushes his tongue past the tight ring of muscles, drawing a delicious noise from Lando. He fucks his tongue in and out, listening to Lando's responses above him, the gasps and moans and the way Carlos can feel that his core is shaking.

When he removes his tongue, he easily slips two fingers into Lando and crooks them against his prostate. Lando's body reacts like he's being electrocuted, back pulling off of the bed, other leg falling. He rests his foot on Carlos's shoulder, toes curling tightly at the pleasure.

He lets out a sound like a pained gasp, more breath than noise. He uses the foot on Carlos's shoulder to push Carlos away, but Carlos just captures his ankle with the other hand and holds on.

"Color?" he asks, in case Lando really does need him to stop. He doesn't know that he has ever been horse kicked like that before.

Lando takes a second too long to respond. It makes Carlos nervous, but then Lando chokes out "Green," and Carlos presses his fingers into Lando's prostate again, hitting it repeatedly and rhythmically. Lando is moaning and twisting, switching between pulling away and pushing back. It's the point of too much, where he can't decide if coming again will make it better, or stopping altogether.

He said green though, so he will be coming again.

Carlos is so hard it's nearly painful. He has to focus on Lando's noises to distract himself from how badly he needs to touch his dick. He knows he's leaking onto the carpet. He doesn't look down though, just focuses on Lando and his pleasure.

He gets him as close as he can with his fingers, but Lando is so fucked out and wrung out he can't get him all the way to orgasm with just that. Carlos fumbles for the vibrator on the bed beside Lando's hip. He quickly switches it on and presses the tip up behind Lando's balls.

He comes with a shout, curling in on himself immediately and trying to pull away from Carlos. He lets him go, pulling his fingers out and dropping the vibrator onto the sheets. Lando drags his legs off of Carlos's shoulders, knees to his chest as he quivers. Carlos gets back on the bed, crawling closer to Lando to run a hand over his side, and brush his hair off of his forehead with the other. Lando's chest is heaving as he shakes with aftershocks, eyes closed. Carlos waits, hands running softly over Lando.

When he opens his eyes, it looks like he is prying them open. They're a little wet again, dampness clinging to his lashes.

"Fuckin hell," he practically whispers.

Carlos slowly moves Lando's legs with a hand on each of his knees and arranges Lando on his back on the mattress again. Lando is pliable, limbs flopping. Carlos makes sure to stroke his skin as he moves him, give him little bits of grounding and softness. He would be worried if Lando's gaze wasn't focused, but Lando is clearly watching all of his movements, waiting.

"One more?" Carlos asks once he has Lando positioned.

Lando moans. "Maybe."

"Two then," Carlos says, and Lando rolls his head back and forth on the sheets.

"No, no."

Carlos nods Yes back. "I think you have two in you."

Lando is still shaking his head even as Carlos slicks up his cock again and takes it in his hand to line up the head with Lando’s hole.

Lando’s body goes rigid as Carlos pushes in, immediately overstimulated. Carlos has to pause multiple times and bend over Lando to kiss his skin until Lando relaxes and he can move another centimeter. It takes minutes to bottom out, for his hips to be flush to Lando’s. Despite the process, Lando’s cock is hard between them, brushing his stomach again.

Carlos keeps his hips against Lando’s for a few moments, feeling how Lando’s rim is fluttering around him, the sensations too much. Carlos settles down into his forearms over Lando, bracing. Lando is watching him, eyes half lidded and brow furrowed.

“Cariño,” Carlos murmurs, then pulls his hips back and fucks into Lando long and deep.

Lando shivers from head to toe at the first thrust, knees tight to Carlos's side as he instinctively tries to close his legs. His shoulders draw up as Carlos sets a pace. He uses his position over Lando to pepper kisses over his chest, murmurs into his skin how good he's doing, how perfect he is. When Carlos brushes his lips over one of Lando's nipples, a ghost of a suggestion, Lando's breath hitches sharply.

Carlos is close, has been for ages, and won't last long being inside Lando again. He feels his orgasm coming fast, and sits up to chase his release, gripping each of Lando's legs in his hands to wrap them around his waist and use them as leverage. Lando is pulling away, but can't with Carlos holding his legs, anchoring him to Carlos's body.

"Carlos, it's–it's–" And Lando takes a heaving breath that turns into sob, slapping his hands over his face, and Carlos comes, hips flush to Lando's, cock pressed deeply into him.

Even as he pants and his cock twitches in Lando, Carlos forces himself to stay with it. He told Lando two more and Lando's cock is still hard between them. He drops Lando's legs and braces his hands on the mattress either side of Lando's waist to catch his breath. Lando is taking little, hitched breaths, chest jumping. Carlos stares at it as he reigns himself in, unscrambles his post orgasm brain.

"Color?"

Lando peels his hands away from his face to reveal it wet with tears, eyes swimming.

"Fuck, green." He messily wipes at the tears on his face and spreads the dampness over the apples of his cheeks. He's so goddamn beautiful Carlos's heart could burst.

Carlos reaches forwards and tweaks one of Lando's nipples, causing him to yelp. "You're perfect."

Carlos pulls out and Lando whimpers, body shaking again. "Fuckfuckfuck."

He pets down Lando's legs and then puts his hands on Lando's hips. "Turn over."

Lando can barely do it, shaking and weak as he is, overstimulated beyond hell, but also hard as a rock. Carlos guides him into position, Lando's legs under him, bum in the air, head pressed into the pillows.

"Fuck, Carlos."

"You keep saying that." The humor is lost on Lando at this point.

Carlos arranges himself and his soft dick gives a valiant twitch at the sight of Lando's puffy, fucked out hole. His come is glistening at the entrance, ready to drip. Carlos leans forwards, holding onto Lando's waist, and seals his lips over Lando's hole and sucks.

Lando screams hoarsely, jumping away from Carlos. It's only his grip on Lando's waist, pulling him back against Carlos's face, that keeps them in contact. Lando is instantly quivering, and Carlos can feel his muscle shifting under his hands as Lando twists and turns. Carlos just sucks harder, pulling his come back out of Lando. Something contacts his chest, Lando's foot under them, jerking.

He hears another shout when he laps around the edges, cleaning up the mess. Lando jolts with each stroke of his tongue, body shaking and wet noises reaching Carlos's ears. He seals his lips and sucks again, harder than before, Lando anchored back against his face by his hold, nose digging in and bent against Lando's skin.

Lando comes with a sob, rim fluttering under Carlos's lips, body quivering, muscles going tight and then slack all at once. Even as Lando starts to melt and tip over onto the sheets, Carlos keeps his hold on Lando's waist and holds him up as long as he can, still sucking at Lando's rim. He is sobbing above Carlos, some semblance of words trying to make it through the noises.

"Carlos–los–No, I–ahhhh."

Carlos can't bear Lando's dead weight with his hands anymore, wrist and forearm cramping, and finally lets Lando tip over into the sheets. He lays there, shaking and hiccuping little sobs, gleaming with sweat and come.

Carlos isn't done.

The vibrator is an arm's length away. Carlos quickly grabs it and flips it on to bring it to Lando's cock, not yet softened. He lines it up with Lando's own, holding his cock along the length of the vibrating silicone with both hands.

Lando's eyes fly open, hands immediately scrambling at Carlos's arms, trying to push him and the vibrator away.

"No, no, no, no, no." But Carlos doesn't hear Lando's safe word, and he jerks Lando's cock off with his hands wrapped around both his cock and the vibrator, the slide only from Lando's own come.

"I can't, no–I can't."

Carlos is nodding. "Yes you can, Cariño. I know you can, one more time. For me, baby."

There are tears running steadily from Lando's eyes as he shakes. His hands are still on Carlos's arms, weakly gripping but not scrambling like they were.

"You have been so good," Carlos tells him as he watches Lando's cock twitch. He probably can't get hard again, but he could still come. "So good."

"I can't, I can't," Lando says, throat thick. "It won't–I'm too–"

Carlos lets go with one hand and reaches down to Lando's ass, worming a finger blindly between his cheeks.

"No, no, Carlos, I–"

Lando cuts off as Carlos gets his index finger into Lando's open, spit wet hole. He sucks in a sharp breath, fingers on Carlos's arm digging in sharply.

"Here, Cariño." And Carlos slides his finger inside and presses on Lando's prostate, finding it in one try from muscle memory.

The shout Lando lets out should worry the neighbors. His cock jerks without anything coming out, coming dry. Milked.

Carlos immediately flips off the vibrator and tosses it away. Lando is sobbing again, deep wracking breaths that shake his chest. "Carlos, Carlos," he is saying between them. He has his face covered with his hands again, eyes hidden behind his large palms. Carlos crawls over Lando and settles his body onto him slowly, like a weighted blanket.

"I am here. Landito, it's okay."

When Lando registers his blanket, one of his hands finds Carlos's shoulder, gripping tightly. He's still softly saying Carlos's name over and over. Carlos runs his hands up and down Lando's sides beneath his own chest, feels how he is still shaking. "I'm here, I have you."

It takes a long time for Lando to stop shaking, but eventually he's lying peacefully with Carlos still half on top of him. Regretfully, Carlos rolls off to go fetch them water and fill the bathtub. When he gently shakes Lando awake from the cat nap he started while Carlos was away, he makes Lando drink a half liter and then helps him off the bed on wobbling legs to walk to the en suite. There, Carlos steps into the tub first and helps Lando step over the tiled edge of the large jet tub to stumble into Carlos's side. He settles them down into the water, Lando between his legs, back to his chest.

"I hate you," Lando murmurs out of nowhere, cheek pressed into Carlos's shoulder with how his head is turned.

"No you don't. You love it."

Lando hums. "I do."

Lando proceeds to take another cat nap in the warmth and steam, Carlos only waking him again once the water has gone cold.

#HAPPY NEW YEAR #hmm is this actually the most insane thing I have ever written?#unsure if death bloom is more smutty than this or not #im going to hell #carlando #carlando fic #my fic #charleslelurk kink prompts

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