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tinyluvs · 7 days ago

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⁺‧₊˚ fifteen minutes 𖤐 alpha&ifrit ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; ifrit makes a claim, alpha challenges him about it ❥ warnings; blow job, anal sex, tail play, alpha is a meanie /pos ❥ author notes; alexa, play 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter x ❥ wc; 6k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

“i can do a lot with fifteen minutes,”

alpha scoffs when the words pass ifrit’s lips, the way he says it annoys him. ifrit’s overly confident, head tilted back and his chin held high as he makes a claim that is, quite frankly, absurd, in alpha’s opinion, “you couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag in fifteen minutes sparky,” he grunts, leaning back in his chair

luckily there’s no one else in the den, just the two of them to hear the stupid nickname alpha has been calling ifrit, since forever. the television drones on in the background, whatever film they had put on, after an hour of disagreements no doubt, has gone forgotten about

“i could,” ifrit frowns from his spot on the couch, the furniture positioned in a way so that alpha is almost directly across from him, arms crossed, thighs spread and frowning right back at him. so, though he doesn’t know why, ifrit doubles down, “i can do a whole lot with fifteen minutes, actually,”

even though he’s doubling down, the confidence in his tone has wavered and of course, alpha has noticed, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, “oh yeah?,” he asks, cocking his head to the side by an inch

unfortunately for ifrit, he won’t realise the way alpha is goading him, pulling him into a trap until it’s too late and of course, alpha knows that too. it’s a regular cat and mouse game they play, alpha setting the trap and practically dragging ifrit by the scruff of his neck into it and poor ifrit is always too stupid to realise it, every single time

“uh huh,” ifrit lilts, a nod pulling at his head even though alpha still looks thoroughly unconvinced but then again, maybe that’s just his face, the thought makes ifrit want to laugh but he refrains. instead he leans forward a little and hums, “would only take me two to make you finish,”

in hindsight, ifrit should've known what was coming next from the way alpha didn’t even have the decency to laugh in his face. the older fire ghoul stays eerily silent, his head cocked to the side, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip, light reflecting off his piercing, and after too many seconds of silence,

“come on then,”

if ifrit wants to make such a bold claim he better be ready to put his money where his mouth is and alpha can think of at least three places ifrit’s mouth could be right now, instead of running a never ending stream of bullshit

the enjoyment alpha gets out of watching ifrit’s jaw drop and the way his hands clench next to his thighs is borderline sick but ifrit recovers too quickly for him to properly enjoy it, “i didn’t say i wanted to,” ifrit huffs, rolling his eyes

it’s a bold face lie and they both know it. ifrit is turned on just from the thought of it, his cock threatening to kick and harden, tent up in his pants until he can’t hide it from alpha and alpha can smell it all over him, knowing all to well if he were to reach into ifrit’s boxers, the younger fire ghoul would leak straight into his palm

“fine,” alpha barks, settling further back into the ugly plush armchair he’s claimed as his own. he averts his attention back towards the television and ifrit thinks it’s over and done with but ifrit is also a little stupid, “never took you for a liar, sparky”

if there’s one thing about alpha it’s that he has to have the last word, never willing to be outdone in any argument or fight and it drives ifrit crazy, mostly because he has never managed to come up with anything witty to say in response to alpha’s comments, nothing that doesn’t sound utterly pathetic anyway

ifrit growls, as he always does when alpha strikes low and as always, alpha growls back, louder but it's playful, teasing, goading with a flash of his fangs, sharp and dangerous. ifrit wants to punch alpha in his stupid face and perfect fangs

“i am not a liar,” ifrit hisses and shoots up from his spot on the couch, his fists balled up at his sides. he springs up from the couch at such speed, he ends up halfway across the room, much closer to alpha than he planned to be but incidentally, he’s exactly where alpha wants him to be

alpha whistles low, rakes his eyes up and down ifrit’s body, almost trembling with annoyance, before he drums his fingers against his biceps, “yeah you are,” he comments and leans forwards, until his elbows are pressing to his knees, “otherwise, you’d prove it,”

the way alpha says it, low, grumbled and indignant, lights a fire inside of ifrit and before he can think better of it, he falls head first into alpha’s trap. ifrit pounces and closes the distance between them, landing right in alpha’s lap, his hands scrambling to grip at the neckline of alpha’s shirt, or maybe just his neck, ifrit isn’t sure

“shut up,” ifrit grunts and before alpha can open his mouth, barely managing to smirk, ifrit crashes their mouths together. a harsh press that is made all too obvious by the way their fangs collide while ifrit tries, and fails, to establish dominance over the situation

fierce claws rake down ifrit’s thighs, shoved in tight between alpha’s waist and the arms of the chair, and ifrit doesn’t have to look to know alpha’s shredded thin lines down his pants, he can feel the tips of his claws pricking at his skin and it makes him gasp, his entire body jerking

this opens alpha’s gateway into being in control, less of a fight for it and more of alpha just taking it like candy from a baby. as ifrit’s lips part alpha’s tongue slips straight past, pressing hot and wet against ifrit’s own. the piercings sat in the center of both of their tongues catch briefly and of course, alpha comes out on top when ifrit yelps at the pull, muffled by their mouths smushed together

they part briefly, their mouths inches apart while they paw at each other. ifrit yanks alpha’s shirt hard enough for the bigger ghoul to get the message. alpha sits forward just long enough for ifrit to undress him while simultaneously reaching back to pull his own off too, throwing the offending items into a pile on the floor to be forgotten about

ifrit’s hands pull downwards, away from alpha’s neck and down his bare chest as his hips cant forwards, dragging his ass over alpha’s crotch where he can feel his cock kicking to life underneath him, matching his own as it fills out fully in his pants

“rules,” alpha grunts, barely pulling away from the kiss long enough to huff the word before he’s back, biting harshly at ifrit’s lips. there’s nothing gentle in the way alpha does anything, it’s always rough, overwhelming, the good type of painful and ifrit, shamefully, can’t get enough

they’re both fire ghouls, one of the same, made from the same mold and yet, somehow, alpha makes ifrit feel hotter than he could ever imagine being possible. it’s all consuming in the way the surface of ifrit’s skin tingles, a sweat taking over his body as alpha’s hands wander

he can’t help but lose himself in it for a minute, his head tilts back, kiss broken and forgotten about as ifrit feels the path alpha’s large heated hands are taking over his body. they squeeze hard at his thighs, his hips and then his waist, all in quick succession before sliding around to the base of his spine

alpha lets ifrit’s tail harass and coil around his wrist, intertwining with his fingers, because like everything up until this point, it’s all part of his plan. as is his next move. alpha lulls ifrit into a false sense of security, letting the younger ghoul relax into his touch and then, he tugs hard, pulling harshly at ifrit’s tail

“fuck,” ifrit growls as he’s forced back into the reality of the situation. he thumps his hands against alpha’s shoulders, shoving him against the back of the chair, “asshole,” he hisses through gritted teeth, scowling down at the larger ghoul, who’s smirking, underneath him

“rules,” alpha repeats, ignoring what ifrit said, knowing it annoys him endlessly, “you have fifteen minutes, make me cum, sparky,” alpha drawls, darting upwards to bite at ifrit’s neck, not hard enough to do damage but enough to further annoy him

ifrit is about to scramble off of him, sink low between his thigh thicks and get him off, get it over and done with and then get the hell out of dodge but alpha grabs at his waist, halting his movements so he can snarl against ifrit’s jaw, “if you don’t, and you won’t, i get to have my way with you,”

his tone is low, dark, threatening and it zaps up ifrit’s spine like electricity, jolting his body like he’s been shocked, “i will,” ifrit snaps, his teeth and fangs clashing together a hairline away from alpha’s earlobe

“get on with it then,” alpha grunts and forces his hips up, rutting the obvious bulge in his pants against ifrit’s ass before he shoves hard at ifrit, almost pushing him straight off of the chair all together. every single action he makes is meant to annoy ifrit more and judging by the way the vein in ifrit’s neck strains, it’s working

briefly ifrit thinks that he could, should, leave, get up and leave alpha there, hard and leaking into his pants with only his own fist to get himself off but the thought dissipates fast as ifrit slips from the chair and settles on his knees between alpha’s thick thighs, sealing his fate

alpha gets comfortable, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back into his chair. he rolls his hips up and the tent in his pants sways, to and fro, right in front of ifrit’s face, “get on with it,” alpha repeats, feigning boredom the longer ifrit takes to move

ifrit wants to bark at him but he just can’t, he’s too busy darting his tongue across his bottom lip, his mouth starting to water just thinking about tasting alpha. he reaches up, curls his fingers underneath the waistband of alpha’s pants and pulls hard, yanking them down to his knees

the movement is rushed and clumsy, leaving alpha to hiss embarrassingly loud as his cock catches on the edge of his pants before springing free, slapping his belly and smearing pre over the dusted line of hairs that start underneath his navel and travel further downwards

though both ghouls are similar, everything that ifrit is, alpha is more. taller, thicker, broader, and his cock is no different. ifrit can’t help but lick his lips as his gaze settles on alpha’s fat tip, shiny with slick and throbbing gently in time with a vein that runs down the length of him

at risk of being told to get on with it again, ifrit closes in. he pushes up onto his knees, settles his hands on alpha’s bare thighs, just above his knees, and is about to swoop low, bring his mouth to alpha’s cock but, alpha stops him

“wait,” he grumbles as he slides his hand into ifrit’s hair, gripping too hard to stop the ghoul in his tracks. ifrit yelps, the harsh tug close to the roots of his hair brings tears to his eyes but alpha just rolls his eyes at him, his free hand shooting out to grab his phone from the arm of the chair

ifrit flicks his tongue out, managing to lick across alpha’s slit quickly. he earns himself another tug at his hair but he doesn’t miss the way alpha’s stomach clenches and his cock kicks, it’s a small victory for ifrit but it’s incredibly short lived as alpha turns his phone and blinds him with the brightness of it

a timer has already started counting down from fifteen minutes, an unfair but calculated move on alpha’s part. ifrit growls and reaches up, shoving alpha’s hand away from his head and then he doesn’t waste another second

usually ifrit would take his time. he’d swirl his tongue around the tip of alpha’s cock, suck it between his lips until alpha was grunting and then kiss down the underside until he’s mouthing at his balls but, he simply doesn’t have time to do that right now, so, he swallows alpha whole, from tip to root in one movement

“fuck frit,” alpha rasps as his cock hits the back of ifrit’s throat. his hand flies back to its spot in ifrit’s hair but he doesn’t tug as he did before, instead he cards his fingers through ifrit’s hair lightly. his head tilts back when ifrit hums in response around him, sending vibrations straight down his cock

it comes as a surprise to both of them that ifrit could even take alpha in one go, his cock is thick, intrusive in the way it stretches ifrit’s lips so wide that the threat of the corners splitting a little looms over his head like a dark cloud. that combined with the rumbled gag that works its way through his throat, ifrit decides to back off a little, give himself a second to breathe

he doesn’t stop completely though, he’s on a mission and every second is crucial. his mind wanders with his plan of attack and he can’t help but smirk, as he bobs his head over alpha’s tip, with the feeling that he has this in the bag, this is his time to win

“fuck you smirkin’ for?,” alpha asks, rolling his hips up and using the hand in ifrit’s hair to tilt the younger ghouls head back a little. alpha glares down at him, deep red, almost burgundy, eyes burning into ifrit’s brighter orange ones

ifrit pulls all the way off of alpha’s cock, using his tongue to push the pool of spit and pre out past his lips, letting it drip and run down alpha’s length, “think ‘m gonna win,” ifrit states quickly before chasing the mess he’s made with his tongue

once again ifrit’s words make alpha scoff, partially, as it gets cut short by a moan vibrating out of his throat as ifrit starts to suck him back into his mouth, “like hell you are,” he objects, watching the way ifrit’s shoulders rise and fall in a shrug

they reach an impasse where ifrit’s response isn’t good enough for alpha, he’s still too confident, too sure of himself and alpha just has to knock it. he taps his phone, delighted to see the timer going down, “three minutes in, thought you said you could make me finish in two,” he points out, slow and overly annoying

it has its desired effect though because ifrit falters, his mouth coming to stop over alpha’s cock briefly while he realises, rather suddenly, that this might be harder than he anticipated. alpha can, and will, last for hours, ifrit has experienced it firsthand, many, many times

ifrit makes a split second decision, knowing he needs to double his efforts if he really wants to win this stupid bet. he quickly shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs, enough to expose his ass and his wet little hole

alpha watches, his jaw slowly dropping, as ifrit pulls off of him completely. ifrit’s tail swishes before bending in half and disappearing out of alpha’s sight. the spade hovers just above ifrit’s balls and there’s a gentle slick sound as it inches higher, teasing around his dripping rim just enough to get itself wet

“eleven minutes,” alpha says, trying to sound as uninterested as he can but he struggles, what he’s watching is incredibly alluring, even he can’t deny that. ifrit gently starts to stroke over his cock, just a little too loosely while he concentrates on easing his tail past his tight rim

“o-oh fuck,” ifrit moans, loud and unabashedly as his tail slips in, immediately pulling out only to push straight back in. normally ifrit would work himself open slowly and intimately but for now, this will have to do, he can manage it

suddenly, ifrit’s hand speeds up over alpha’s cock, forcing a low grunt from the bigger fire ghoul as his cock pulses, spitting pre over ifrit’s fingers. ifrit’s strokes fall in time with his tail plunging in and out of his hole leaving a double set of rhythmic wet sounds to echo around the room

a stream of moans tumble past alpha’s lips as his head tips back onto the back cushion of the chair. his fingers tighten a little in ifrit’s hair and his hips start to buck up unevenly, the smug feeling settles back into ifrit’s chest

the flat spade of ifrit’s tail starts to rub over his prostate, burying itself deep in his frantic attempt to work himself open just enough for what he wants to do next. it doesn't take long, ifrit doesn't allow it to and while alpha is lost in his pleasure for a moment, not paying nearly enough attention to ifrit, the younger ghoul quickly pulls off of him

“ifrit,” alpha growls, his head snapping down, chin to his chest as all the stimulation to his cock ceases. he tries to grab at ifrit, his claws scraping over ifrit’s wrists, a futile attempt to get his hands back on him but ifrit moves just a little bit too fast

“shut up,” ifrit growls back, eyes flickering to the red lines raked over his wrists. he surges upwards, clambering back into alpha’s lap while kicking his pants down and off of his ankles, “just shut up,” ifrit repeats, a strong scowl over his face

alpha, for maybe the first time in his life, listens to someone else. he stays quiet and watches as ifrit’s tail pulls out of him and returns to swishing through the air behind him. this time though, there’s drips of slick being flicked across the rug, alpha can’t contain his moan over it

neither of the ghouls can contain their grunts when ifrit sinks down onto alpha’s cock, all of a sudden and straight to the base. alpha starts to worry ifrit might win this when his stomach tenses horribly, the low burning feeling starting to intensify while ifrit clenches hot, wet and tight around him

unbeknownst to alpha, alarm bells are ringing in ifrit’s head too. his teeth grind as alpha’s cock stretches his hole much wider than he was prepared for, a burn that he’ll be feeling for a while but it’s worth it to knock alpha’s ego, like he’s been wanting to do since he met him

“are you going to move or not,” alpha huffs, his fingers pinching at ifrit’s waist hard enough to at least leave a mark of scattered purple bruises that’ll be reminding ifrit of this for days to come

ifrit snaps his fangs at the pinch and plants his hands against alpha’s stomach, either side of where his cock is wagging and smearing pre over alpha’s happy trail, “yes,” he grits, giving an experimental roll of his hips, “give me a minute,”

alpha smirks something filthy, his eyes drifting over to his phone that’s balancing haphazardly on the arm of the chair, “you only have eight left, sparky,”

he’s insufferable, ifrit decides as he starts to lift his hips out of pure spite. alpha’s cock drags inside of him just right, the veins that scatter up alpha’s thick length throb against him enough to make both of their breaths catch in their throats

when ifrit starts to bounce moments later, he does it with earnest, setting a brutal pace that make his thighs burn as his fucks himself down onto alpha repeatedly. ifrit’s cock bounces too, slapping against alpha’s stomach in time with the clap of skin between their thighs

an epiphany hits alpha out of nowhere as he stares down at ifrit’s stiff cock. he never said he was going to play this game fairly, that wasn’t part of the rules. it’s cruel but he can’t help himself as he thinks ifrit could use a hand, he looks awfully hard and he’s far too busy using his hands for leverage to keep the brutal pace he’s set

“pretty cock,” alpha purrs seductively as he walks his fingers over ifrit’s hip, elated in the way ifrit hisses at the claws pricking over his skin. ifrit’s hips stutter, bucking forwards and accidentally grinding alpha’s cock right against his prostate

“a-alpha don’t,” ifrit partially begs, his gaze trailing after alpha’s hand that’s inching ever closer to his twitching cock, and oh…

that, lights a fire inside of alpha. he grins, his tongue trapped between his teeth, piercing knocking against enamel. his hands ghost up the length of ifrit’s cock, barely touching him but ifrit loses the fight with the small mewl erupting its way out of his mouth

all the smugness and hope ifrit previously had about winning, he doesn’t have anymore, it drains away from his body with an abrupt wail when alpha flicks the head of his cock before skirting his fist downwards, from tip to root

“f-fuck, oh my-,” ifrit shudders, his body getting stuck between trying to fuck down onto alpha’s length and trying to push his cock upwards through alpha’s tight clutch. ifrit’s cock is dripping a steady stream of pre that coats alpha’s fingers every time they slide over his slit, every stroke making his cock pulse and force more to bubble out of his tip

there’s no doubt in alpha’s mind that he’s going to win this thing when his phone illuminates and the timer has dropped to four minutes. he can hold out for four more minutes easily, ifrit though, he doesn’t have a hope in hell

ifrit looks nothing short of a state. his body is covered in little pink and purple marks and scratches, his hot cock is sliding wetly through alpha’s fist ruthlessly and his taut hole gets, somehow, tighter with every clench around alpha’s cock, his tip ramming and nailing against ifrit’s prostate on every single thrust

“you’re going to spill,” alpha lilts a mean sing song as he catches on to all the signs that he knows, for a fact, mean ifrit’s getting close. he’s had enough time since ifrit got summoned to figure them all out. ifrit really can’t fool him, alpha can see right through him

“no, i’m no-fuh, not,” ifrit pants like a dog while he tries to convince alpha, or himself, he’s not sure, that he’s not. his eyes pinch shut and his head tilts back, further proving alpha’s point

a low hum rumbles through alpha’s chest, sounding too thoughtful to be sincere, “so, it won’t matter if i do this then,” he says and without giving ifrit a single second to figure out what he means, alpha bucks his hips and starts to drill up into ifrit

between that and alpha’s hand flying over his cock ifrit can only choke out a wet sob as pleasure courses through his body. heat licks at his nerve endings as alpha uses him for all he’s worth, knowing all the little things that drive ifrit even closer to his impending orgasm

“only two minutes left, princess,” alpha grunts, his voice starting to sound scratchy and rough, one of his telltale signs that he’s getting close and it’s no wonder when ifrit is clamping down around him like a dripping wet vice

“al-shit, alpha,” ifrit wails and drags the word out, his body starting to sag and sway. his thighs burn, muscles almost vibrating under the surface of his skin. his balls start to draw up and with that, he’s on the edge and he knows it, there’s nothing he can do to help himself now

a minute and a half left and alpha knows he’s got this in the bag, “it’s okay, give in to it,” he coos insincerely, squeezing hard at ifrit’s waist and lightly at his cock, “squirt for me, sparky,” he continues to coo, his eyebrows raising slowly as ifrit’s jaw starts to drop

ifrit reaches his breaking point immediately when alpha rubs the pad of this thumb over his slit, pressing down against wet sensitive skin to slide back and forth. ifrit didn’t really stand a chance. he’s reduced to just sounds and sobs, words utterly useless to him as his orgasm rips through his body

his cock jerks in alpha’s palm, the whole length tensing simultaneously with ifrit yelping through clenched teeth, his jaw grinding together so hard it pops audibly

thick ropes of cum splash up alpha’s chest, making the bigger ghoul jerk involuntarily with each hot spurt, “fucking hell frit,” alpha grunts, veins in his neck straining because of how tight ifrit is squeezing around his cock

the hand alpha has around ifrit’s cock slows to a stop but the hand he has clinging to ifrit’s waist pulls, rolling ifrit over his own cock, “told you i’d win,” alpha lulls, smirking lazily

the post orgasm haze sets in heavily in ifrit’s mind but alpha’s words pierce through the fog like a knife and ifrit whines, “n-no, i, oh fuh-h, i can do it,” he hiccups through his words and tries to move up alpha’s cock, immediately regretting it when his entire body goes stiff with sensitivity

before alpha can tease that he can’t, fully prepared to shatter ifrit’s hope, his phone does it for him. a sharp, loud tone shrills from alpha’s phone and a cold sweat zaps down ifrit’s spine with the realisation, he’s lost. alpha has the opposite reaction, his cock kicking with excitement

“oh sweetheart, times up,” alpha jeers, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he silences his phone. his tone is dark, sinister and bordering on threatening, ifrit hates it and loves it all at the same time, “what happens now?” he asks, smoothing a hand over ifrit’s thigh, the other gripping tight at his jaw

ifrit whines, high and caught in the back of his throat as he leans into alpha’s hold. he knows what alpha wants and he knows better than to try and dodge the question, “you get t’have your way with me,” ifrit relays alpha’s rules with a slight garble

“fuck yeah i do,” alpha growls, wasting no time in just taking what he wants, ifrit’s had his fun, he gets to have his now. thankfully, ifrit is soft, loose limbed and overly pliant, perfect for alpha to manhandle him into the position he wants him in

there’s a flurry of movements, none of which ifrit can keep up with. one second he was sat in alpha’s lap, the next alpha was standing with an arm wrapped around his waist and the next, he was kneeling on the plush arm chair, his arms draped over the back while alpha stands behind him, looming in his peripheral vision

quickly, ifrit’s tail flicks out and for a second time alpha lets it coil around his hand and twist up his wrist and like the first time, he yanks hard, pulling ifrit back and impaling him back onto his throbbing cock

ifrit howls, his back arching with it at the same time his hands scrabble for purchase against the fabric of the chair, the overwhelming urge to sink into something, to ground himself, washes over him like a wave. someone will ask about the slight slices in the fabric at a later date and they’ll both feign innocence

“so fuckin’ tight,” alpha grunts, genuinely curious as to how he’s so tight when ifrit has been sat on his cock for long enough to get him loose but he’s not going to complain, especially not when ifrit clenches over the statement, getting even tighter

alpha sets a pace only he could keep up with, a shocking slap of skin on skin between their bodies and a dull thud where his heavy balls thump against ifrit’s, still tight and drawn up. he’s just proving a point, albeit he won’t last long doing it, not with ifrit lazily pressing back to meet his thrusts in the middle but it’ll be worth it. it already has been, he’s already won

a large hot hand snakes up ifrit’s sweaty spine, all the way up and around to the front of his neck, squeezing tight enough for alpha to pull him back to his chest, pressing their bodies close. ifrit’s hands reach back blindly, claws catching alpha’s flank in a desperate bid to just, feel

“gonna make me fuckin’ cum,” alpha grunts into ifrit’s ear with a heated breath and quiet pant, absurdly desperate for it in a way he didn’t even know he could be. his hand tightens around ifrit’s throat, feeling the rumble of whines and moans before they spill past ifrit’s lips

“please, i’m gonna, please,” ifrit babbles incoherently, leaving alpha confused for a half second before he catches on to where ifrit’s free hand is wrapped around his half limp cock, stilled because the force of alpha’s thrusts do all the work for him, typical fucking ifrit

alpha hangs his head, eyes falling onto the milky white ring around the base of his cock and something in his stomach winds tight, too tight, “lucifer,” alpha pants, willing himself to look away quickly before he spills, “f-fucking creamin’, you’re a mess, sparky,” he rasps, his voice scratching a little half way through his favourite nickname for ifrit

“make it worse,”

ifrit’s demand irritates alpha, never one to be told what to do but he’s so close, too close, that he doesn’t think he could hold off any longer just to prove a point, just to growl and huff for ifrit to be quiet, to ask him who he thinks he is trying to dictate the situation when alpha is the one in control here, he’s always in control

a tilt of his hips and a repeated nailing against ifrit’s prostate seems to shut him up though. well, his words at least, a cascade of pathetic little whimpers and whines still surge from his mouth, strained sounds every time alpha bullies his cock just a bit deeper inside of him

“f-uck,” ifrit hiccups as alpha rubs at his slit. he couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment his hand got slapped away from his cock and replaced with alpha’s but he knows it does because alpha’s hand feels different. bigger and warmer, littered with callouses that ifrit could map out in his sleep

two more thrusts and on the third, alpha fucks into ifrit just right and hits home, putting both of them dangerously on the edge. a growl leaves their throats simultaneously, alpha’s low and rumbling like thunder, shaking the window panes in their frames. ifrit’s is louder, higher pitched, shivering up out of his body but they both sound desperate and frantic

“spill sparky, i know you wanna,” alpha rumbles, his hips starting to jerk in sporadic thrusts. he point blank refuses to be the one to cum first and he knows he can get ifrit there before he does, if he just, “give it to me ‘frit”

he’s not asking, he’s telling, with accentuated short thrusts that drive his point home and ifrit is too far gone to protest. he wails as he spills over alpha’s fist in short little squirts, overstimulation taking over his body while his cock pulses in time with his heart hammering in his chest

ifrit whimpers, his body trembling as he slumps back into alpha’s chest. his hips slam back, burying alpha to the hilt inside of him, “fuck, oh fuck,” alpha shouts, his head tipping back while ifrit clamps down around him like a hot vice

the second ifrit had shot his first load over alpha’s chest, alpha knew he was going to get him back, the sweetest form of revenge, his favourite

his hand pushes on ifrit’s back, shoving him forwards and against the back of the chair. then, he winds his fingers into ifrit’s hair, pressing on his head to keep him still as ifrit pants, his cheek smushed into the cushion

alpha hisses as he pulls out of ifrit too fast, leaving the younger ghoul gaping around nothing. ifrit’s suddenly too empty and it makes him whine, “n-no, in alph’, in,” ifrit begs, though he makes no attempt to move, he couldn’t even if he wanted to

“s-shut up, i won, my way,” alpha snarls through a grunt. his free hand barely even tickles over his cock before he shoots hot and thick up ifrit’s spine, fat drips of cum trickle downwards with every new load that erupts from his slit

“no, no, no,” ifrit whines, sounding beyond pathetic. he tries to his push his ass back as alpha makes a mess of him but doesn’t get very far with alpha still holding him down

a thin sheen of sweat coats their bodies as they attempt to catch their breaths, chests expanding shakily as they recover. ifrit’s back glistens with a mix of sweat and cum, splattered from his ass to his shoulder blades, alpha thinks he looks like a perverted piece of art

“fuck,” alpha grunts as he straightens up, and lets go of ifrit, something low in his back popping as he stretches his spine out. ifrit mewls quietly, almost to himself but alpha hears it and gets curious, looking down just in time

ifrit is still partially bent over, his pretty pink hole winks at alpha while it attempts to clench around something, anything. alongside it, the spade of his tail moves sluggishly, going in the direction of a small puddle of cum

the thin leathery spade on the end of ifrit’s tail curls in on around the edges making its shape something akin to a spoon and before alpha can ask what he’s doing, ifrit scoops the little pool of cum up and deposits it carefully into his ass, letting it drip, drip, drip, from the tip of his tail

“lucifer, you’re so desperate,” alpha scoffs with a roll of his eyes, though he can’t stop himself from watching. his eyes trail and map the path ifrit’s tail is taking up his back, “kind of embarrassing,” he huffs after a little while

“wanted it inside,” ifrit whines, high and reedy. he pinches his eyes shut as the spade of his tail wipes around his hole, pressing flat against his rim. out of the corner of his eye he watches alpha bending to grab his phone off of the floor, when and how it got there, ifrit doesn’t know, he wonders if he sent it flying by accident

distantly ifrit hears alpha tapping his phone, unlocking it he thinks but then, the little clicks of pictures being taken, of the embarrassing state of him no less but ifrit finds it just a little bit hot. he knows alpha will use those pictures for his own entertainment at some point

alpha raises his eyebrows at ifrit when he gets closer to him again, bending and hanging right over ifrit’s body as his tail seemingly completes its job, as a reward ifrit lets his spade sit comfortably just inside of his ruined hole

“don’t make bets you won’t fucking win,” alpha huffs, nipping at ifrit’s neck at the same time he slips two fingers past his relaxed rim, soaking the tips with slick and cum

ifrit cries with it, his body twitching and shaking as he pulls away from alpha, twisting in the chair until he’s slumping into it. he looks up at alpha with wet eyes and alpha, snickers at him and then turns on his heel

“you won’t ever win sparky, remember that,” alpha calls out as he throws his clothes over his shoulder and saunters out of the room, licking and sucking messily at his fingers, leaving ifrit spent, panting and naked in the arm chair

ifrit will remember it, it won’t stop him from trying again though

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