#srry that my favourite thing is literally these two instigating each other until they both come crashing down in a delightful pile of filth

[lululeighwrites]

crude

pairing: summoner leigh/gunter

content warnings: inappropriate use of gauntlets after hours

He drags their frame down the length of the crudely put-together makeshift bed almost cruelly, curls becoming frazzled and their tunic riding up to just above their hips as they lie waiting—flush crawling down their neck from their cheeks—in his lap.

“I spend all godsdamn day on the frontlines defending this survey point from invaders — and am tasked with overseeing the worst shift of the late night watch — all because you wanted to see me in my gauntlets before bed?”

“That’s the cruder way of putting it— yeowch!”

Leigh winces as one of his armored-clad hands settles on their waist with an almost mocking grasp, the thick wool of their tunic providing little protection against the pointed tips of his fingers. He pulls them in closer, hips slotting together a little too well-fittedly as their crotch rests against the cool metal covering his.

“Forgive me, I’m a fair bit fatigued.” The laugh that leaves him is just a touch raspy, his other hand coming to cradle their cheek as a small token of forgiveness. They immediately take to it affectionately, leaning their weight into the worn leather of the palm. Carefully, with just the slightest bit of pressure, he scratches at their scalp, and is thanked with a pleased hum as the summoner settles into the little enclosure his frame has created around them.

“Maybe my intent was a touch crude,” Leigh whispers, lips brushing against where the thumb meets the rest of the hand. “With how busy we’ve been, I couldn’t help a moment of selfishness.”

“By waiting for me well past midnight, dressed in only a tunic, hoping I’d take you up on your frivolities?”

“So that’s a no?”

“You’re going to insist until I shut you up, aren’t you?”

“Then shut me up then,” they smirk, legs wrapping around him a little firmer. His armor bites at their flesh, but they don’t mind. The reward would be more than worth a few knicks on their inner thighs. “Maybe we’ll both get what we want out of it.”

The consideration Gunter gives to untangling his hand from the locks of hair that have weaved their way between the joints of his gauntlets stands in stark contrast to the forcefulness he uses while shoving his right index finger into Leigh’s mouth. He’s met with tongue and teeth immediately, the sharp metal of his thumb biting against the skin of their neck, threatening to leave a mark.

“Better,” he affirms, “another word and may very well carve a gash into that crude tongue of yours.”

They lave the organ mockingly against the grimmy metal in response, a shuddered exhale that could almost be mistaken for lip daring him to deliver on that warning.

Considering the extent to which he insisted his exhaustion had proved to best his stamina, he really shouldn’t be finding the little sounds that leave their mouth so arousing, unable to pull his eyes away from the erotic display trapped conveniently in his lap.

based on this art here <3