hare knight

"Gonna' cum-" Lohen groans into the curve of your shoulder, his face tucked against your neck. Bloody bite marks litter your skin, sitting far too high for your clothes to hide, and you know he did it on purpose just to be a brat. You're going to get so many pained looks tomorrow. The entire city is going to know exactly what the two of you have been up to. Again. Though you suppose you cannot exactly play the innocent card. Not when you spend far too much time standing in front of the mirror, absentmindedly tracing the indents and bruises scattered across your skin. Not when your nails are stained red from how often you pick at the scabs, never quite giving them enough time to heal properly.

"Y-You need to- ah! You... hah-You need to pull out," Your words cut off in a whine as Lohen jostles you higher in his arm. His fingers dig into your thighs as he adjusts his hold, folding you closer against him. Your stomach clenches, both because he's attempting to carve a space for his dick there and it's working, and the weightlessness now that your back isn't supported against the wall anymore. Everything but your shoulder and head is relying entirely on Lohen's strength, and your heart flutters at the display of strength. It's your second-favourite thing about him.

"Yeah, yeah, 'heard you the first time," Lohen is infuriatingly blasé about your stipulation, too busy making the most of you finally letting him fuck you raw. He's been away for weeks working on a solo mission. Something about an auction, though you cannot be entirely sure those were the exact words when you had been too distracted by sucking on his tongue. Regretfully, your gaze drifts down to the floor, where two broken condoms lie discarded nearby. Two failures in a row seem unlikely enough to be bad luck rather than anything else. Probably just a bad batch. It would be a shame to end the night over so soon, so as long as he pulls out, everything will be fine.

He's surely wasting no time making up for the weeks he spent away, returning all of his pent-up desire tenfold as he fucks into you mercilessly. His hips never stop moving as he holds your thighs apart, keeping you pinned between him and the wall. It feels deliriously good, enough to leave you dizzy with it, your body clenching around his cock, sucking him in deeper. In, out, in, out, in, in, in-

"Hey."

Your hands fly to his face, pulling him down until he's forced to meet your gaze. It's the clearest your eyes have been all night. You draw him closer, your lips brushing his as you whisper the words directly against them.

"If you cum in me, I'll get pregnant."

There is nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the sting of nails digging into each other's skin as Lohen stares at you with half-lidded, clouded eyes. Then, like the stupid little pervert he is, his cock twitches inside of you. Warm thick cum floods where it shouldn't, and you're too stunned that Lohen seriously just came at that. Only when you feel yourself being lowered gently to the ground does he let out a quiet grunt, pulling out to watch your combined slick and cum ooze out of you, little wet sounds splattering onto the floor.

"You-" you're about to bitch and cry, ready to find the nearest object to break over his head because this isn't fair! If you seriously get pregnant from this, you're going to drug him and ride him until his hips snap in half! Your murderous thoughts come to an abrupt halt when you hear giggling. Lohen has a hand clamped over his mouth in a pathetic attempt to muffle it, but with how hard he's trying and failing to hold back a full laugh, it isn't working. His head tips low enough that his bangs fall across his face, and his other hand scoops the cum that leaked onto the floor. Lighting his hand, he slightly spreads his fingers before dipping them into his mouth to suck clean, and you frown at how gross he's being again. The cum is supposed to go into you; has he never attended a sex ed class before?

A soft pop sounds when he pulls his now-clean fingers from his mouth. He pushes his sweat-damp hair back, finally giving you a clear view of his face, and you shiver at his expression. That same deranged smile still plays at the corners of his lips, but his eyes look almost blown wide, so dark you could swear they're glowing red. He plants his hands on either side of your head and leans over you until his shadow swallows you whole, until all you can see is him.

It's hot. You're breathing each other's air, neither of you making any effort to pull away. Your legs remain locked around his waist, and he doesn't move back to give you space. You can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest just as surely as he can feel yours. Occasionally, you wonder how you let it get this bad. How someone could have such a monopoly over your life to the point you'd find any reason to keep them with you.

"You still think I'm the one being trapped?"

Before you can answer, his hands fall back to your thighs, and with a single pull, you're flat on your back again, your knees bent so far they nearly brush your head. He cracks his neck, then proceeds to slam in so hard you can feel him in your throat. So hard that you see stars behind your eyes. Hard enough that every coherent thought scatters, dissolving into nothing but a barely intelligible string of Lohen, baby, Lohen, baby.

When you manage to look up at him, you find his gaze already fixed on your face. You can feel the intensity of it as he takes in your parted lips, the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, the fresh bite marks blooming darker against your neck. You see the tenseness of Lohen's mouth, still smiling but undeniably strained from pleasure, pleasure that you're giving him, drowning him in-

Lohen grunts under his breath, closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you swallowing every inch of him. He looks like a man on a mission, teeth grinding together, you can almost hear them crack from how tense his jaw is. His fingers bend at odd angles, lifting you and slamming you down that nearly gives you whiplash at each push and pull against sensitive nerves. At this point, you're more of a sleeve than an actual human being. You couldn't imagine anyone touching you like this, let alone fucking you. Thank the Archons, you hadn't done this on a table. Jean might actually kick both of you out if you showed up asking for another budget increase to replace broken furniture. Considering the look she'd given you after the bookshelf incident, you'd be lucky if she didn't start assigning the two of you retraining orders.

"S-Slow- slow- down-! You promised you- you wouldn't!!" You sob, fat tears slipping from your eyes. Despite your words, your nails dig into his skin, your ankles digging into his back to pull him closer. You'll fucking kill him if he doesn't cum in you again.

"Shut up-" Lohen rarely curses, so it's always a treat to hear him lose that princely appearance. Not that you have long to relish in your small victory when his hand slams beside your head, cracking the floor from the strength of his fist. With half your support gone, you feel yourself tilting to the side, the sudden movement making you tense up, clamping down on him. He lets out a low hiss, leaning forward to fully pin your body to the ground, as he buries himself deep on one last particularly bone-shattering thrust. You let your head drop harshly onto the floor as he cums, a burst of warmth that fills your stomach. You're shaking in his arms as his hips instinctively grind to ride out the waves that went on far longer than usual, throbbing in heavy pulses as he somehow dumps even more cum into you. It feels so good that you can't help but follow him, finally letting that wire inside you snap free.

You both don’t move for a while, just taking the time to catch your breath and settle back into each other’s presence. It has been getting increasingly lonelier each time Lohen gets sent halfway across the world. While you can understand his role as vice-captain, you don't appreciate seeing him fewer and fewer times. You move your hand to settle over your stomach, hope in your eyes, that hopefully now he'll have a better reason to stay.

“Sorry, I know I promised, but I couldn’t resist,” he says easily, voice soft as he presses a few lingering kisses to your cheek, yet making no move to pull out, “I’ll get you something for it tomorrow morning, alright?”

With your body fully caged in by Lohen, there's no wiggle room for you to kick him away or knee him in the gut to let you go. It's almost as if the past few minutes never existed. That same deceptively gentle smile sits on his lips, eyes catching faintly in the low light as he moves his hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together. He raises it, pressing a small kiss on the back of your hand, whispering, "Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen."

Tomorrow morning, when you are still sleepy and woozy, Lohen will coax you into opening your mouth so he can slip in the same two white tablets, and you will groan and complain the entire time. They're oddly sweet for morning-after pills, and you've never been fond of sugar.

- 🐑

You're in rare form today.

Lohen has been keeping you on your toes for months now, surprise sparring sessions hardly out of the ordinary these days. He'd made sure you kept up on your training, every single day, on top of it; after all, to be a knight, you have to be able to back it up with skills, right?

(Nevermind the fact that he didn't train anyone else nearly as hard. You had half a mind to suspect he was training you to be his own personal plaything; someone who could keep up with him, keep him entertained.)

Despite the countless sparring sessions against the vice captain himself (it has to be in the hundreds now), you're ashamed to admit... you haven't won once. Not even when he's given himself a handicap. Not when he quite literally has one hand tied behind his back, not when he had a blindfold on that one time, certainly not when he offered to only use hand to hand while you kept your sword (you'd been cocky that day, too; and it'd been a new record for how quickly he'd shoved your face in the dirt.)

That being said... Again. You're in rare form today. Well rested, well fed, already warmed up, and you're lucky enough that Lohen is only allowing himself to use one arm, the other restrained in case his reflexes try to kick in a little too hard. It's a hand to hand session, which doesn't always work in your favor, but practice truly makes perfect, doesn't it?

At least, that's what you're thinking as you get the vice captain of the 5th company pinned down for the first time in your entire career.

You have no earthly fucking idea of how you managed it, but you've got him under you, his stomach pressed to the ground, his fighting arm now forced with the other behind his back. Your knee presses harshly into his back to keep him down as you hold him by the wrist, twisting his arm, further, further, until you can see (and feel) his entire body tense up at the pain.

You laugh in disbelief, adrenaline racing through your veins as you manage to keep him restrained even through his last few thrashes, kicks he tries to blindly throw your way from below. You distantly think about how much of a shame it is that no one else is at the training grounds so late; will anyone even believe you??

He turns his face to the side, looking up at you with a feral grin, eyes alight, and snarling as he tries one final time to throw you off.

You remember the nasty kick you'd thrown into his ribs just days ago, enough to knock the wind out of him (along with something primal between a whine and a laugh), and it's pure instinct guiding you now as your hand shoots to his side, fingers finding where you assume the bruise will be and pressing.

All of the fight leaves him in one heavy shudder wracking his body. Sliding your knees to either side of his body now that he's pinned in place, you lean your weight more heavily onto the arm you've got twisted behind his back, and it punches a surprised, strained little noise out of Lohen. When you glance up, you see that his eyes are squeezed shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip harshly, pain visible on his face. His breathing is heavy underneath you.

"You gonna tap??" you pant, feeling the burn in your muscles; you already know that if you relent now, he'll find a way to flip this on you.

He makes a rough, frustrated noise, experimentally tugging against your hold, body still tense. He's expecting you to twist his arm further, give him a reason to tap with a little more dignity.

Instead, you press down on the bruise on his side again, and you rub.

The effect is instantaneous. You feel Lohen jolt beneath you, shaking a bit... and a filthy, unmistakable moan pours out of him.

You pause for a moment, feeling your face heat up. You let your gaze flit to his face again, and the sight goes straight between your legs; there's a flush high on his cheeks, and his bottom lip is bleeding a little from how hard he's been biting it. His eyes are half-lidded, but instead of his usual smug grin, he looks... a little embarrassed, wow. But... you don't pull your hand away from the bruise, nor do you consider releasing his arm. After all, you can't just... let him win, can you?

"Well?" you prod, trying to give him enough of a break to speak up.

Lohen's voice sounds uncharacteristically broken as he looks up at you from the corner of his eye, his voice cracking. "Not a chance— hah, fuck, fuck, wait-"

You start moving your thumb against his ribs again, clearly right on the mora about where the bruise was. Your lips part in awe as you see his eyes roll back in his skull, brows knitting together as the rest of him shivers viciously.

"I can do this all day, you know," you breathe out, entranced by this side of Lohen you've accidentally dragged out.

"Fucking...! Shit, just wait until I get my hands on- ah no fuck please wait wait-"

You briefly think about hearing him out, but considering he sounds awfully close to threatening you... you instead twist his arm, just an extra centimeter or two, to add onto the torment you're already putting him through.

Lohen's voice is shaky and desperate and frantic. "Wait wait wait please stop I'm gonna cum-"

Well. That gets your attention.

...You know it's a bad idea. You know he's going to make you pay for it a million times over. And yet... a sly smile tugs on your lips as you briefly let off the pressure on his side. "...Are you tapping?"

His brows stay furrowed and he shoots you a glare, made much less efficient by how deeply red his face has gone, how glossy his eyes look from holding back overwhelmed tears. "Fff- fuck you, I'm not tapping ah fuck fuck fuck no-"

Before he can even finish you press your thumb straight back onto the bruise, rubbing harsh, slow circles into it, and you watch through a haze of fascinated arousal as he comes apart under you. Under your hips, you can feel his own grinding desperately into the ground, and his whole body shudders violently at the mix of unbearable pain and pleasure. The noises that pour from his pretty, bitten lips are nothing you ever thought you'd hear from Lohen, voice cracking and shaking as he gasps and moans and curses through it. You even think he's drooling.

And then, the broken moans melt into quiet whimpers. As he starts to come down, panting heavily, you remove your hand from his ribs and slowly untwist his free arm, mindful to not move it too quickly. He lets out a pained little grunt, but otherwise allows you to do what you will. You assume it's simply because he's left boneless after such a sudden intense orgasm.

...You quickly realize your mistake as you feel his body twist where you've got him no longer pinned between your legs, his movements lightning fast before your world spins, and your back hits the ground.

Before you can even process what's going on, you're pinned underneath the vice captain with his forearm against your throat, and... and his clothed dick, cum soaking through the fabric of his pants, pressed straight against your core.

You squirm, trying to find a way out of this, your face quickly getting hot. "Wait, Lohen, hang on, I-"

He laughs in your face.