why wait for the best when i could have you?

Always the steady hand of guidance and silent authority. The other employees tend to go to you for help despite your lack of experience. Finding solutions to their problems and taking on more that you can chew. That's how you ended up walking into the wrong place at the wrong time.

The stack of documents that Mr. Edgar needed done yesterday scattered on the floor after you collided with him of all people. He looked to be in a bad mood already, lips down turned as he all but sneers at you like it was your fault that he wasn't looking where he wasn't going.

Time and again, somehow, someway your paths would cross. Never intentionally— well at least not on your end, you just wanted to keep your head down and avoid getting caught up with any trouble. Apparently Vought's been involved in some shady stuff that you'd rather not get near but it seemed like fate had other plans.

By some stroke of luck, or perhaps misfortune, you were referred for the position of president or at least that's what you had been told. After Stilwell's tragic death everything had been knocked off balance. It took some time but things eventually went back to normal or as normal as it could be.

For some reason Homelander had been hovering over your shoulder, staying within arm's reach. You don't remember how exactly but you discovered the odd relationship between him and Stilwell. Maybe that's why he stuck around. You wouldn't have known that she died by his hands because she was deeply afraid of him, that out of fear she deceived and lied to him.

You wouldn't do that, right? You'd always tell him the truth. Compared to the other employees you don't seem all that afraid of him, just avoidant. Treating him like some rabid, feral animal who'd bite at the first opportunity it gets.

Perhaps it was pity or subtle manipulation on his behalf, you're not sure anymore, just that there was a shift. Seeing him mope around after Stormfront was incapacitated made you act without thinking things through. Now you're stuck with him tailing you more closely like some lost puppy. More often than not, you find yourself shoo-ing him out of your office so you could get some work done.

It was obvious that he'd taken a peculiar liking to you.

Coming to you whenever he wants to complain or brag, it doesn't matter if you're occupied— he doesn't really care. It started to become an issue until he started to show just how much he needed your praise and attention. It got to him deeply. Frowning when you would chide him and puffing up like a peacock at compliments and words of approval.

You had to figure out a way to get to him chill out, so why not use what you've observed to your advantage? It's not like you're abusing it, the praise and attention just gets to his head all too fast. With just a few words and a sweet tone he's preening and thoughtlessly doing whatever you ask him to.

His gaze set solely on you even when you're busy talking to others during events and meetings, the current conversations going over his head. He didn't have to worry about that kind of stuff that's what you get paid to do. It's part of your job. After one of those so called events you'd had one too many drinks and he took it upon himself to look after you. You had woken up with a splitting headache and little to no recollection of what happened.

He was guileful— manipulating the narrative to his benefit, making it seem like you had crossed the line and seduced him. Why else would his suit had been laid out by the foot of your bed? There was no need for you to know how he had imagined your touch like many times before while you slept. Laying by your side after he had soiled his suit under the facade of something scandalous having transpired between the two of you.

Since then it would have been so easy for him to blackmail you. To get you to bend to his whims and feed his ever growing ego. Convincing you to form some twisted co-dependent relationship with him, not that he would forced you. No, he didn't want to scare you off. He had implemented the idea overtime even if he had to wait months for you to give in.

Slowly but surely drawing out those perverse desires you've had locked away to satisfy his needs. The thrill of getting caught was one thing but it was another to see him rendered to a needy mess.

You had tipped his head that was laying on your lap, your cock slipping out from between his lips with a slight whine. He's been there for a minute, just keeping it warm and wet. The weight of it numbing the reoccurring thoughts bouncing around his head about how he's not the hero the people want.

He's Homelander for God's sake. So what if a few people had to die. They're insignificant in the greater scheme of things or at least that's what he thinks. He needed your reassurance, your hand in his hair as you'd pet him like some kind of cherished pet. It was demeaning but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Just the way you say he's needed, that "they're just conflicted because of the recent events," dull those bitter thoughts.

The front of his suit is stretched taut across his lap, his hips jerking forward a little when you let him suckle on the tip. He was greedy trying to take more but you wouldn't let him— a firm hand in his hair holding him back, keeping him from swallowing you whole.

He'd huff indignantly. Whine and eagerly try to get in your good graces. Anything to get more of you in his mouth. But you had a backlog of things to do and he was so very distracting. "Stay quiet and don't move then maybe you'll get what you want." He could do that, nodding dumbly at your proposition. His mouth opening wide enough to sink your cock back in, fighting back a low moan at how good it feels against his tongue.

You watched him for a minute, to make sure he stayed put, not because you liked watching how his lips stretched around the girth of your cock. No, of course not. "Good boy," you pet his head one last time and moved in your seat, intentionally pushing more down his throat under the guise of reaching for a pen that rolled out of reach.

Murmuring unapologetically at the choked whine and starting on the tasks at hand. Homelander will have to suck it up and restrain himself from getting back at you, at least until you finish.

The very same night seemed to be passing rather quietly. No, scratch that. actually it had been too quiet given Jana, nor anyone else for that matter, seemed to do much about your and Ethan's little nature detour. It had been eerily silent, specifically for Ethan, who had practically skipped into the cabin to flex his achievement in hopes of getting a reaction from Jana, leaving you behind for a split moment.

As it turns out, that sliver of a time period had been enough for Ethan and Jana to exchange a couple of words. Well, more like a debate of mockery to rile up one another, which seemed to be working perfectly even though their neutral faces masked the tension with microscopic precision. Especially when you happened to come around.

“Take that. Jana.” Ethan had teased with sly, low words, showing his palm to Jana with an uncharacteristically large amount of pride. The filled and quite frankly disgusting condom lay in the middle of Ethan's palm. Warm and taunting. Seems Ethan is that much of a perv to keep even the weirdest bits to himself if it meant clinging onto every scrap of you. Jana had let out probably one of the nastiest ew's she had ever dreamed of letting slip her lips. Which meant a lot seeing as the girl didn’t have one good thing to say about anyone besides you.

“That's fucking disgusting you absolute mutt of a man.” Ethan only laughed at Jana’s outburst and dangled the condom for a moment before hiding it in his back pocket. “You snooze you loose.” Ethan taunted and purposefully poked his tongue out to irritate Jana even more, hoping that you'd catch her being mean so she'd lose all hope of ever getting his cookie. Ethan's personal cookie, with his name written all over you. 

“He was hella good. Made me leak empty.” Ethan rubbed it in even more, as if he was switching between salt and lemon juice while tending to an open wound. “Check the forest if you don’t believe me. I marked that place up like a good dog.” Jana's horrified expression of her life long goal shattering before her very eyes brought Ethan so much joy. So what's a little more button pressing going to do? “Woof.” He balled his hands up and made pitiful yet threatening puppy dog eyes before rolling his wrists beneath his eyes. A mean mixture of calling Jana a bitch while pretending to be a good domestic dog for you.

“Listen here you little shit,” Jana spoke, words dripping with venom while she took slow and purposeful steps towards Ethan, “I don't care about whoever you fucked. I know for a fact I'd outdo you in numbers, so keep your pervy habits to yourself and keep the fuck away from-” just as Jana was going off and having her main character monologue, the door opened and you walked in. Seeing Jana tap her long pointy nail against Ethan's chest before quickly playing it off as a friendly gesture by patting his chest a few times.

“Hey buddy, I thought I lost you. What took you so long?” Ethan’s smug face never faltered, if only you had walked in a little earlier and seen Jana’s true personality. Well, there's a tomorrow for everything. “The stars were visible.” The answer came quickly to which Ethan nodded and walked over to drag you to the shared bunk bed. Practically clinging onto you just to tease Jana or to stake a claim, who knows. “You must be tired after that ‘walk’, why don’t you go and get ready for bed.” Ethan whispered, barely loud enough for Jana to make out some bits here and there, the clear innuendo left dangling in broad daylight. Hands around you a little too intimately for just friends, which had been Ethan’s plan all along. Break the ‘friend’ zone and have you all to himself.

With a quick nod you did your nightly routine and sauntered over into the bed that was yours for the following week. It didn’t even take a minute before Ethan followed close, standing before your mattress like a lost puppy. Clearly trying to gather courage to chat, who are we kidding? He wanted to join you but didn’t know how to ask, so he awkwardly fiddled in his place, “Can I-” An answer came back faster than he would have probably liked, especially given it was a rejection. “Ethan, you have your own bunk.” A deep sigh echoed in the cabin before Ethan quietly muttered, “Maybe next time,” to which you replied by repeating Ethan’s own words back at him. You were too tired from today to fathom sharing a bed, that explains how you managed to knock out within minutes, into a surprisingly deep sleep too. Lucky.

Jana, however, was not so lucky. She meticulously waited for both you and Ethan to doze off so she could formulate her master plan of stealing something that has been dragged deep inside a dragon's den. Protected and sought after like a rare gem that had no replacement. Especially not to Ethan. He’s got you so far already, you two just had sex for fucks sake and he is not going to let you go that easy. Over his dead body. Too bad Jana was a sneaky sly fox with her own tricks and tips to balance the game of cat and mouse into a more even board, even if by a bit.

The very next morning when you woke up, Jana had been up for what seemed like three galactic years in the actual span of 30 minutes. All bedazzled up with jewellery, makeup and clothes that did not look like they’d provide any help in a camp of all places. “Mornin..” You lazily announced before trudging your way to the shared bathroom between this cabin’s occupants. Unbeknownst to you, Jana was falling harder and harder into her plan of stealing you into her collection of trophy boys. Hugging your hand, giving you doe eyes and biting her lip while guiding you to an early breakfast. Away from Ethan, leaving her friend to deal with  and distract your little lover boy. Just enough to dig her hypothetical, yet somehow very real, claws in you.

One could only imagine Ethan’s surprise when he woke up late, grinning from ear to ear, for getting one of the best sleeps of his life. Either you were really good at fucking guys or he was just so down bad that even your worst performance left him drooling for more. “Goood morninggg!!” Ethan chirped as he patted your bunk, the smile dropping when he realised you weren’t there. Perplexed as he eyed the cabin for a moment. “Jana took him, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Jana’s friends sighed out as she busied her morning with a quick read, not even lifting her gaze from the book.

“Thanks.” Ethan replied sourly, not exactly at Jana’s so-called sidekick, but to that snake calling herself Jana. He was expecting something like this to happen, you being dragged away into some bigger scheme that shouldn’t involve you in the first place. Quickly getting ready Ethan slipped through the door to go find you and then drag you right back to the person you belonged to. Him. Though that plan lived for about 2 seconds before Ethan peeked his head back into the cabin, “Can I-” “Hall 2, breakfast.” Ethan gave a small thumbs up before going right back to his objective to find you.

Ethan managed to walk, maybe about two feet towards the cabins that served breakfast, before grumbling under his breath, “Damn Jana…, how did she manage to get him from right under my nose. AUGHH…she’s good..I’ll give her that much.” Unfortunately that, almost praise-esque muttering, didn’t do him any good with how he failed to  get hold of you, or Jana for that matter. It’s like you two disappeared off the face of the earth! How is that even possible?! Surely you couldn’t have gone that far..it was only breakfast, not some race to see who can find all the eggs around camp to make said breakfast. Like some easter game for kids..which would be fun but Ethan had no time to dwell on that as the future with the love of his life was on the line. Yes, it was that serious to him.

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While Ethan was jogging between wooden tables searching, which were partially empty, given the early hour that, let’s be honest, most young adults despise mornings, for any sign of your hair or squeak of your laugh. You just so happened to have recently finished a light meal and were having a nice walk with none other than Jana herself as she had been the one to drag you away from Ethan’s prying eyes. “Sooo...did you sleep well tonight?” she fluttered her eyelashes and gripped your upper arm closer to her, right into her chest, almost as if she can’t walk without any support from the, in her rose tinted view of a big, strong and handsome man.  “Uhh, yeah. Yesterday really did a number on me.” you mumbled through a yawn, using your free hand to cover your mouth before shoving it into your pocket. Jana could only hold back from rolling her eyes because ‘suuuree…you definitely had a tiring day with Ethan.’ instead she swallowed her bitter words and forced out a smile, “I bet. It must be hard..carrying all that around, huh?” biting her lip as her eyes subtly glanced towards your crotch, having to physically pull her eyes back to ensure you didn’t catch her..but she supposed you having to ‘correct’ her behaviour wouldn’t be too bad either. Don’t let her get too caught up in that fantasy though.

Bless your semi-oblivious mind for you only raised a brow at the comment, looking down at Jana “I guess?” deciding not to ponder on her insinuations for your own mind’s sake. Ethan was already enough of a headache with leaving hints in every sentence that leaves his mouth. Jana, however, playfully huffed and fed into her ‘cute and innocent’ character, “Awhh, don’t be modest..I’ve heard great things..” she almost purred out, free hand reaching over to slowly trail a manicured nail down your chest, stopping at your belt buckle to teasingly tug at it before giggling into the same hand. Your breath hitched at the motion, making you turn your head to the side to cool off the flush now colouring your cheeks. Damn was this whole camp filled with sex-addicted maniacs?? 

Spoiler: yes, yes it is. Swallowing down the extra saliva, you coughed out a laugh to then move your hand to rest on Jana’s waist, pulling her closer. “Mmmh, I suppose if you’ve heard great things, I can’t block you from finding out on your own time.” Playing along with Jana’s desperation seemed rather fun, especially if it could potentially add another person to your body count..then it wouldn’t be pathetically filled with only Ethan’s name. Right? If that were the case why did this not scratch the itch as well..odd. Jana could only smirk into her own palm, feeling you slip from between Ethan’s jaws to into her own claws. This tug of war was beginning to grow interesting now, she mused to herself. Proud.

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During the whole day whenever Ethan managed to get a glimpse of you, you were always with Jana. It didn’t matter if he called for you or got close enough to, hopefully, grab your arm so you could safely be in his presence…none of it worked. At all. Something always seemed to get in his way, be it other campers and classmates, counsellors or the megaphone telling everyone the day’s activities. Speculatively all her hard work given she was good at negotiating, somehow. Jana ate it all up, she loved seeing the scarce light in Ethan’s eyes dim with each attempt, so to make it even more bitter of a pill for him to swallow, she purposefully looked over her shoulder to poke her tongue out at Ethan. A silent ‘take that you dick’ right in his face. The same way Ethan had teased her with yesterday. Worst of all, if it was a paired task and Ethan longingly hoped to be on a team with you, Jana had already managed to get you all to herself, leaving him to be with Jana’s friend Bella, which you recently learned her name was.

 “She’s doing this on purpose..” Ethan sighed out, dragging his hands over his face, not expecting an answer. “Yes.” Bella calmly responded, brushing her hands clean from dirt before glancing at Ethan, “She said it was payback for..how did she call it again..for you cockblocking her yesterday.” Ethan could only laugh in frustration. “I didn’t exactly do that…” he pressed his lips in a thin line before letting his head drop, “okay maybe I did..but that doesn’t give her the right to steal him when I was finally getting somewhere…it took years.” Bella only shrugged, not really caring about this drama between Ethan and Jana. “Tough luck.” was the only thing she said, giving Ethan a blank look that told him he had no ally in her.

As the evening neared and most, if not all of your classmates, had agreed to a campfire night, Ethan had become the manifestation of a kicked puppy, hypothetical tail between his legs and ears drooped as he whined out for you, your attention, which he was clearly deprived of. His pathetic attempts at getting some time alone with you had failed miserably, the closest he got was when you had gone to the bathroom and he had waited outside the door to barely be able to exchange a few words before Jana had come around dragging you along to hang with her and her friends. Even then it had been a few measly words of ‘hey’ and ‘what are you up to?’, not exactly a riveting conversation.

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The atmosphere was lively, people were laughing, sharing stories and future plans. Music was blending into the background and the heat from the fire warmed everyone’s smiles. In the middle, on one of those foldable chairs sat you, one hand occupied with a drink, bringing it to your lips every few minutes as the people around you were engaging in something akin to horror stories. Though let's be honest, drunken horror stories often sounded like fever dreams. Jana had giggled herself into your arms, your lap, which she claimed had her name written on it. Reserved. Snuggled into you, toying with the collar of your shirt while occasionally commenting on some detail of the current tale.

Jana rested her head on your shoulder, almost nuzzled under your chin, stealing sips from your can, acting like she had won life itself. The sight was nothing short of those disgusting highschool sweethearts who cannot go a second without practically snogging one another in broad daylight. Luckily it hadn’t come to that..yet. A few chairs and logs meant for sitting were between you and Ethan, the poor guy had almost crushed his red solo cup in his misery. Sniffling to himself like a hurt dog, taking comical gulps of his drink so his heart wouldn’t ache at the sight of you with Jana..so happy. Like that was natural for you. He wanted to march over and take back his spot! That was his lap! His man! Hissss!!! 

Bella had seen the dejected Ethan, sighing to herself as she took matters into her own hands. It was getting downright pathetic at this point. Getting up from the log she was sitting on, she walked over to Jana, “Hey girlie, what do you say, let’s go get refills for the guys?” she said innocently, gaze flicking towards you for a moment, to which Jana perked up and nodded. Patting your chest, to silently say ‘don’t miss me too much’, as she practically jumped off to skip towards the cabin hall that held most of the drinks. While Jana was distracted, Bella looked over her shoulder to nudge her head towards you, silently encouraging Ethan to go get his man before it was too late. Ethan, the sniffling mess, thanked the gods for this opportunity, and Bella, before handing his cup over to a rando and essentially marching over to you.

Ethan’s whine was the first thing that reached your ears, or was it the way he grabbed your hand, making you stumble off the chair. Drink fallen and forgotten next to the chair’s leg as you were guided towards the personal cabins, “Why are you doing this to me??” He sniffled out, shoving you against the log wall of your shack, “You were with Jana the whole day…didn’t even notice me!” another sob before he pressed his lips against yours, alcohol laced but real. Messy and desperate for answers or just signs that he still meant something to you. Anything more than just being a friend, someone so unmemorable. “Come onnn…tell me why you abandoned me today!” Ethan’s pathetic whimpers were muffled by you kissing him back, hard ones to soothe his heart followed by lighter ones peppered across his trembling lips and wet eyes.

“Ethan, bro-” your attempt at comfort got shut up by Ethan shoving you against the wall again in frustration, “Don’t call me that..not..not when you kiss me like that.” Ethan’s hands trembled against your chest, balled up into fists as your shirt was scrunched in his palms, a silent anchor. With a sigh you tried again, “Ethan..I’m here now, yeah? What’s wrong?” gently cupping Ethan’s jaw, you tilted his head up to press yet another series of kisses along his lips. Luckily for you, he seemed to accept that given how he leaned into it chasing yours with his own. “I’m mad at you..Jana this and Jana that..what about me? I’m your best ‘bud’..right? We were supposed to hang together this whole trip..” 

Ethan’s monologue of jealousy got cut short with Jana’s chatter finally joining the group again, shouting your name like it belonged on her tongue. She had got way too comfortable with you, calling you and ordering you around. Clenching his jaw, Ethan captured you in a deep kiss once more, fearing you might slip from his hands again, hell what if you wanted to call for her too, “You looked so happy with her. Like you wanted her to be all over you. You dickwad.” He snarked out through tears, pulling you with him, not letting you get a word out because he was sure no amount of excuses would make him feel better. Not yet.

“Ethan- come on- I didn’t-” You barely, barely got a word out before harsh, and clearly upset, shoves had you stumbling into your cabin. “You didn’t what?! Look so fucking happy with her??” Ethan pouted like he’d been kicked in the balls or his balls had been taken. If the boot fits I guess. Throwing a tantrum by stomping his foot and huffing, Ethan cornered you to topple onto the bottom bunk, hissing as you hit the back of your head. “You were supposed to be my best friend! Mine…you were supposed to be mine..” he hitched out and yet his nimble hands didn’t stop toying with your belt, tugging and yanking to get it undone, all while he was halfway straddling you. “What about me??”

Once Ethan got your belt off, zipper down and his hand was already digging you out of your briefs, that’s when the real whines escaped him. A desperate mix of upset and needy. “Ethan, seriously- I didn’t mean anything by it..” you spoke through the lump in your throat, each erratic jerk of Ethan’s hand on your dick made you pause and breathe. “Fuck you-you were basically in heaven with her rubbing herself all over you!” the words wavering on Ethan’s tongue, with a frustrated groan he bucked his own jeans off to properly straddle you. “It was supposed to be me..mee..pleasee..” you had half a mind to realise how urgently Ethan was holding your dick against his rim, essentially forcing it to breach through tears of commitment. He needed you now, he didn’t care about prep or condoms. Only you occupied his mind.

The air sizzled on your tongue, “Ethan, wait a bit- shit..” your words went unheard as Ethan slammed himself down. Thighs shaking, back arched in tension and lip bit to keep himself from crying out in painful regret. Instead he leaned forward to press hesitant pecks against the corner of your mouth, shuddering breaths brushing your lips. “Please..look at me...I’m right here..you don’t need her..please..” each full body twitch made your heart ache, carefully you reached your hands up to cup Ethan’s cheeks, “Ethan..” you needn’t say more for he leaned into the warmth of your palms, letting your thumbs brush his tears away. “Okay..yeah, yeah I’m here now,” you finally declared, leaving affectionate kisses under his eyes, “for as long as you have me, yeah?”

It didn’t seem to immediately soothe Ethan’s heart but it did get him to relax enough to let him move, not asking you, given he felt how hard you were. Slow grinds at first, getting used to you being suddenly shoved inside him, he supposed he should have thought that through before..but if it meant having you, a little pain was fine. His hands gripped your knees, leaning back as he did deep undulations, gradually getting into it, “Yeah? You’re mine? For as long as I want?” he muttered out, half of his words lost to sounds escaping alongside conversation. Purposefully clenching around you to have your full attention on him, “come on…say it..” he begged, stilling on your dick, only slightly wriggling in his spot. Half lidded eyes looking up at you, messy hair framing his face while his muscles moved like waves on a beach. Mesmerising and utterly gorgeous. Ethan was dangerous when he set his mind to getting what he wanted. Correction: needed*.

Seeing as you kept your mouth shut, focusing more on the zaps running up your spine as they threatened to make you groan yourself at the feel and sight of Ethan fucking himself on your dick. “Say it.” Ethan pouted out, sitting up straight, grabbing your shoulders, his nails digging into you, “Come on..please..say it..tell me I’m yours..forever.” As much as Ethan was begging you, through drying tears, he didn’t give you much of a chance to answer with how he suddenly picked up pace. If you won’t speak out of your own free will, he will have to fuck the words out of you. One way or another. Shaking thighs rising and slamming down as he found a pace to properly bounce on your dick, every downward slick fall made him cant his hips toward you. No care for how messy he looked, red rimmed eyes, snotty nose and slack mouth whispering pleas and sobs.

God how pretty Ethan looked. Pathetic yet desperate..truly like a dog you’d love for life. Fuck-did you just say for life? Oh boy. That realisation alone made you suddenly twitch in Ethan, earning a gasp from the guy himself, your hands immediately flew to his hips to hold him still, pulling him down. “Ethan..baby- you’re mine..god how you’re mine.” without wasting a second you locked lips with him, sloppy but honest with how you were basically devouring his mouth, the remaining alcohol in your systems adding to the fire burning in your cores. Slowly moving down Ethan’s jaw, then neck, leaving loving bites to paint his skin, all the while your hands began guiding him, encouraging him to roll eights against your lap.

“Fuck-I’m so stupid for not realising it before.” You breathed out against Ethan’s heaving chest, maybe it was from how you were reaching his prostate or maybe because he got to hear what he’d been dreaming of for years. “Again.” the words so quiet they almost passed you, glancing up at his shining eyes you repeated, “You’re mine, Ethan. All mine.” Barely getting the words out you added, “As I am all yours.” It was then Ethan let his head fall back, gripping you harder he added speed to his movements. Bouncing like a famished man on your dick, up and down as if he was on a trampoline, he didn’t care if his legs wanted to wave a white flag in hopes of mercy, he was in heaven now and he was gonna hold on for as long as he could. “Tell me I’m yours. Again. Please-” he yelped, abdomen flexing involuntarily with a bone deep shake.

It continued on like that, Ethan begging and whining for you to reassure him, to guarantee that you were truly his. All of you. All his. God, it got him so hard he failed to notice how he was leaking pre against your shirt. Though, you didn’t seem to care either with how fixated you were on his stained face..trailing down to gawk at his hole swallowing you greedily as if it had been starved. Each squelch, each clench, each stutter of his body-fuck it got you so hard and he could feel it. Didn’t help that he, too, loved it and used it as conformation to keep slamming himself down. “H..harder baby...wanna feel you bruise me.” he hitched before letting himself fall limp against your chest, latching onto your neck while your hands grabbed his ass to hold him steady as you rammed into him.

Pathetic squeaks vibrated against your kiss-wet skin every time you reached deep within Ethan, feeling his body tense before it desperately sucked you deeper. Hoarding you. The disgusting slaps of skin on skin filled the cabin, bunkbed creaking loud and room now musk filled..sweaty and damp. The others would definitely know what went down here if they came back later. Fuck how erotic would that be, Jana of all the people having her dream crushed once more. It made you buck your hips harder into Ethan, “Gonna- fuck..gonna cum-” you bit down on Ethan’s shoulder, feeling your hips falter, begging to push deep into your now boyfriend? “Mhm…me too…fuck give it to me..” Ethan nodded back frantically, free hand having snaked its way over to his dick. Jerking himself off as his hips aided you, rolling slightly as you jolted up into him, the strain from holding back doing nothing at all. “But-” “Don’t care. Fill me up baby..I need it!” Ethan cut you off with a shriek, clamming down hard on your dick as his body locked up, shuddering.

Not being able to resist the way Ethan almost whimpered, forcing his hips to grind through his own orgasm to make sure you, in fact did cum inside, you felt your throat rumble. Holding your hips flush with his to pump every bit of cum into that hungry ass. “Ffffuck- Yes! Thank you..gods all- all in mmee..” Ethan sighed out, still twitching on your lap, forehead now resting on your shoulder. You, too, leaned back the best you could in the crammed space to catch your breath. Ignoring the mess..well everywhere. On you, more specifically, the beds are safe. For now.

The room fell into silence for a moment, laboured heaving filled the empty space until you spoke up, “Sorry about..well everything. For hanging around with Jana, not making time for you..and cumming inside.” a low, self-deprecating laugh left you but it was easily interrupted by a deep kiss with Ethan tugging on your lower lip with his teeth, enough to leave a stinging sensation. “This was your punishment.” He hummed, sitting up straight with a wince, “I get it. She can be a bit..fixated sometimes.” he acknowledged, having seen your guilty look every once in a while. Then his hands rested onto his abdomen, “But this, this I wanted.” A quick smirk sent your way confirmed everything and you could finally relax. Wrapping your hands around Ethan’s waist, hugging into him. “Thank you,” you murmured into his shirt..enjoying the moment, “Boyfriends?” The question came hesitant but a laugh followed by a clench around your semi-soft dick plugging Ethan up was more of an answer than you needed. “Boyfriends.”

The bathroom stall is fucking stinks. The used to be white ceramic now turned onto yellow-ish brown that you can only guess muds, spilled beer and bodily liquids. If you were in your right mind, you would scrunched up your face and move on than anywhere near that place.

Well, but it didn't apply when a punk looking boy kneeled right between your legs. The dirt (and germs) on the bathroom floor stick into his jeans fabric— yet he doesn't look bothered by that concept. Aerion, that's the name he gave when you met 30 minutes ago. His eccentric silver hair and violet irises making him standing out from all the people in the room, but you've already guessed that he's one of the Targaryen family because only the family has those unique features.

Aerion's technique is messy and sloppy, truthfully it's the one that makes him quite memorable. His teeth slightly uneven with canines standing out all sharp and pointy. You can't help but wince every so often when it sink and grazed against the thin skin of your length. Saliva pools in his mouth as he trying to take more of you; unsuccessfully. A whimper coming from the back of his throat as a protest, why he can't take more of you? He's been done this multiple times with multiple guys before! yet now he's giving a head like a fucking virgin, so embarrassing.

"Mmh why you have to be so big?" Aerion whine.

You dont reply— don't needed to, therefore your dick already twitches giving him the answer.

His hands that decorated with silver rings pawing at your naked thighs, attempting to lean his weight on yours. His violet eyes that usually wrinkle when he gives people the most cocky-est smile before ruining their life are glossy now; pupils widened that it drowns all the colours. Funnily, the sight suddenly reminds you of your dog when asking for treats.

"That's it, attaboy"

Aerion takes your praise as if you're command him to bobs his head faster. The tip of yours hitting the back of his throat— but it didn't slow him down. The thought of cannot take you fully are humiliating enough, he doesn't need another reason to make himself like a loser infront of you.