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[bookwormscififan]

A Sleepy Ride

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A/N: After writing the sleepy Mare fic, I had an idea that Mad takes control one night to give Mare a show.

Warnings: smut.

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Mad slipped his bookmark into his book as Mare came into the room, a frown on his face and hair a mess. Setting his book on the side table, Mad crawled into the middle of the bed, watching as Mare undressed and moved slowly toward him.

“Mare?” Mad tilted his head to the side, eyes wide as he stuck out his bottom lip in a pout he knew Mare liked. “Are you alright?” He sat back on his heels as Mare moved to stand in front of him, hands tucked between his legs and Mare’s shirt falling off one shoulder.

“I’m just tired, dear heart,” Mare replied, climbing onto the bed and pulling Mad into a kiss, deepening it with a soft chuckle before pulling away. “It’s terrible, really. You look so delicious, and I can barely hold myself up to treat you for your sight.”

Mad swallowed thickly, fingers playing with the bedsheets under him as he worked up his courage. There had been a reason behind choosing this specific shirt to wear to bed, of course, and Mad bit his bottom lip before lifting his eyes to meet Mare’s, dark and exhausted. Mare had helped him so many times when he was exhausted, it shouldn’t be too difficult to help Mare, right?

“Maybe I could,” Mad began, pausing to clear his throat, face flushing red. “Maybe I could give you a little show? You wouldn’t have to do anything, just let me take over?” He scratched nervously at the back of his neck as he waited for Mare to process his words, squeaking when Mare pulled him back in for another kiss.

“God, I love you,” Mare breathed against Mad’s lips, hand cupping the back of his head to kiss him again before moving away. “How do you want me? And how is this show going to work?” There was still exhaustion in his eyes, but Mad could see the heat behind them, the way Mare was very interested in what Mad had planned.

“Could you, um, lay on your back?” He said, chewing on the end of his thumb as he shuffled across the covers. “Hands-hands behind your head,” he continued after Mare followed the first request, feeling his cheeks grow hotter at how easily Mare was following his orders.

“I’ll tell you if I don’t like something,” Mare said quietly, sensing Mad’s nervous hesitation and offering him a smile. “I promise,” he added when Mad looked at him uncertainly. His smile widened when Mad smiled back, taking his hand away from his mouth to trail down Mare’s stomach, watching the muscles shift under his touch.

Crawling around the bed to sit beside Mare’s hip, Mad dipped his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, slowly sliding them off and chuckling when Mare kicked them off the rest of the way. Pushing his nerves aside, Mad wrapped his fingers around Mare’s cock, slowly pumping his hand until Mare was fully hard, then he swung his leg over Mare to sit on his waist.

“Are you… not wearing anything under that shirt?” Mare asked, feeling nothing but skin against his lower stomach. He watched as Mad nodded imperceptibly, reaching under the pillow for the lube before lifting the hem of his shirt to expose himself. “That’s so hot,” Mare breathed, gripping his hair with his own hands to avoid touching Mad.

“You-you can touch,” Mad whispered, reaching behind himself to coat Mare’s cock with lube, lining up and slowly sinking down onto it, both letting out a low groan at the feeling. “You just can’t-can’t take over,” he continued as he leaned back, bracing a hand on Mare’s thigh to arch his back perfectly.

Mare’s hands immediately snapped to Mad’s hips, thumbs rubbing circles into his skin before a hand slid up to push the shirt out of the way, watching as Mad rolled his hips. Mad squeezed Mare’s thigh, lifting his free hand to hold Mare’s wrist, keeping the shirt pushed up as he made eye contact.

“God, Mad,” Mare moaned, gripping Mad’s hip tighter as Mad began to move, rolling his upper half to give Mare a proper show, bottom lip caught between his teeth and eyes rolling back as Mare’s cock brushed against every perfect spot in him.

“Mare…” Mad exaggerated his moans slightly, seeing how the sounds made Mare buck his hips to meet Mad’s. “You fill me so well, I love having you in me more than anything in the world. You hit every spot inside me that make me see stars.” He furrowed his brow as he closed his eyes, letting go of Mare’s wrist to tug his shirt off, feeling too warm suddenly.

Mare took the opportunity to move his hand back down to Mad’s hip, moving further to squeeze at his thigh before grasping his cock, moving in time with Mad’s movements and making Mad moan louder. Mad licked at his bottom lip, swollen from how he’d been biting it, struggling to keep his movements fluid as the pleasure got too much.

He slid a hand up his body to squeeze his own chest, pinching his nipple and looking through his lashes at Mare, seeing how he was watching the show hungrily. Moving his stabilising hand from Mare’s thigh to the centre of his stomach, Mad curled forward slightly and continued to move his hips, hitting a different angle and gasping as he came, fingers grasping at Mare’s stomach as he rode out his high.

 Mad’s voice cracked when, a few moments later, Mare’s grip on his hip turned almost bruising, holding him down as he came too, filling Mad with his mouth open in a silent scream. He rolled his hips a few more times before carefully pulling Mad off him, letting him collapse on top of him as he panted.

After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, Mad carefully climbed out of bed, hissing at the slight tinge of pain in his hip as he limped to the bathroom. He cleaned himself off, then wet a towel and brought it to the bed, cleaning Mare off and tossing the towel aside.

Climbing into the bed, Mad smiled as Mare curled up into his side, arms wrapping around Mad’s shoulders to hold him close. Mad pulled the blankets out from under them, tucking them in before pressing a kiss to Mare’s head.

“I love you, piano man,” he whispered, giggling when Mare hummed and nuzzled closer, exhaustion taking back control over his bliss.

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