last scattering

One of the games you’d gotten him hooked on just happened to have a plethora of characters that appealed to him, even though he’d refused to play it initially out of principle: Overwatch. He claimed that Blizzard had “wronged him” (and refused to elaborate on what, but you gathered that someone else had done something once, for which Keys was wrongfully accused and had his account banned), and so even entertaining the idea of playing Overwatch wasn’t ever a possibility.

Until you’d showed him your Mercy cosplay. You’d started out simple一her Winged Victory skin, a Greek-inspired somewhat revealing tunic. That had been enough to pique his interest, and as time went and you started playing together, you also upgraded your cosplay collection. You went from Winged Victory to Fearless to the coup de grace: Celestial Guardian. It was his favorite cosmetic for her in-game, though he’d never admit it, because both of you swore they made her tits even bigger just for that one skin.

“I’m sure,” Keys said, pushing open the bathroom door as you adjusted your chest in the cups of the bodice you’d spent forever getting perfect. He stared at you in the mirror, then tipped his head to the side. “Well, turn around, let me see.”

Smirking to yourself, you turned. This was his first time seeing you in the cosplay, and you’d started getting ready extra early and hadn’t bothered to actually fasten everything because you knew what was coming, and you wanted to take it off before he jizzed all over it.

“Wow,” he said, his eyes firmly fixed on your chest. “No, I don’t think it’s too much at all.”

“Yeah?” you asked, reaching up to fix your breasts in the costume again. Keys’ gaze followed every move your hands made. “You sure?”

“Uh, yes,” he said, nodding.

“Why aren’t you getting ready to go?” you asked, because he was still shirtless and in the sweats that he’d worn to bed. Worn, grey fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination even when he was soft. You could tell he wouldn’t be for much longer.

“You’re hogging the bathroom,” Keys said, and you continued fiddling with the cups of your bodice, on purpose now, because seeing him get turned on just at the sight of you in a cosplay was also kind of getting you in the mood now too.

“Well… let me just step out past you then,” you replied, moving away from the sink to step around him.

He didn’t move, instead stopping you with one gentle hand on your stomach, guiding you back into the bathroom. The bathmat was wet and rumpled beneath your feet from after your shower, the air still a little thick with steam and the lingering scent of the shampoo made everything a little sweeter, especially as Keys’ hand slipped up your front over the silky material your cosplay was made out of, and onto the bare skin of your chest.

You lifted your eyes to his, his bangs falling over his forehead, eyes still a little foggy from sleep and the toothpaste he’d used still lingering on his breath even though he’d flopped right back into bed after brushing his teeth while you were actually readying yourself for the day by taking a shower.

“Keys,” you said, coy because this sort of was what you’d been hoping would happen. “What are you doing?”

He leaned in, eyes roving over your face, before he just twisted his wrist, slipping his hand down in between your skin and the costume, cupping your breast as he kissed you, not answering your question with words, preferring action.

“Mm,” you sighed against his mouth, letting him move you back into the bathroom, your ass bumping the edge of the sink as he pushed the bodice一still loose, mostly unzipped in the back一down, exposing your tits so he could break away from your kiss and lower his mouth to your chest. He kissed you there, wet, open-mouthed, until he slid his hands over your bare chest. One, he groped at your tit again, rubbing his whole hand over it, while the other, he cupped from below to allow himself to mouth at your nipple, sucking it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue.

“Ah,” you whimpered, tipping your head back, strands of the silvery-white wig you wore falling back over your shoulders, cascading down your back as Keys worked your nipple up to a tight peak in his mouth, sucking it, first sweet and slow and then harder as he pulled off with a pop and let his hands massage both of your breasts at the same time now as he leaned up to kiss you again.

“Have mercy,” he quipped, and you giggled as he rubbed his thumbs over your pert nipples.

“Terrible line,” you replied, only drawing a smirk from him as he took your other nipple in his mouth this time, lowering his hand down between your legs. “Wait一”

He stopped, pulling back, frown on his lips and a wrinkle creasing his brow.

“I’m not fucking you in this cosplay,” you said. “I worked too hard on it for you to stain it, you fucking gooner.”

Keys barked a laugh, then tilted his head to concede your point. “Yeah, all right,” he said, leaning down to press one final kiss to the valley in between your breasts before stepping back and pulling you away from the sink. Gingerly, he helped you ease the costume off and away from your body, holding your hand as you stepped out of the tangle of fabric and then folding it neatly to place on the vanity beside the sink atop one of the fluffy towels you’d laid there. 

Then一almost like he’d forgotten that without the costume on, you’d be mostly nude一his eyes refocused onto your body and his lips parted involuntarily, taking in the side of you sans the angelic drapery of the cosplay. “You’re so一”

You only gave him a small smile, not bothering to let your eyes dip down low to his hips, because you were sure he was chubbed up by now, and even though seeing his arousal fed yours, you didn’t think you needed it. You were already into it, had been since he’d stepped into the bathroom, anticipated it eagerly even as you’d thought about it in passing in the shower.

You’d probably need to shower again after this, but一so be it. The con could wait.

“Come here,” you said, reaching out for Keys, pulling him toward you as you kissed him again, letting his bare chest rest against yours even as you leaned back a little, the silky panties you wore sliding against the edge of the countertop. His hands explored your lower back as you rested yours on his shoulders, curling your fingers into his hair as he licked into your mouth, deepening the kiss, his hips tight to yours. This close, you could feel the thick line of his cock, half-hard on your hip, the sweats doing little to rein him in, not that you really wanted them to.

Keys’ breath was warm on your cheek as you pulled away to tuck your face against his neck, sucking a short kiss there while you dropped one of your hands from his nape to his hip, finally sliding it inside of his sweats. He was only wearing the sweats, which you knew in the back of your mind, but for some reason your fingertips grazing the bare base of his stiffening prick still made you gasp out loud.

And it only made Keys a little cockier; he crowded you into the sink and kissed you again, desperate, mouth closing over your upper lip as you whimpered into him, arching your back so your tits pressed against his chest, your nipples nudging his, both of you groaning at the feeling of it. 

“What can I do?” Keys asked, his words breathy. “Gonna let me一?”

“Uh huh,” you answered, wrapping your fingers around his cock, stroking him with short, quick movements because neither of you were allowing the other to move away, neither of you wanting any space between you.

“How一?”

“God, Walter like一this,” you said, because he always got so flustered he never knew what to do with you, with himself, at times like this.

Withdrawing your hand from his sweats, the impression of the elastic waistband dug into the skin of your wrist, you shimmied out from between him and the counter, turned around, and smirked at him over your shoulder as he immediately closed the distance again, pressing his length against your ass through his sweats, through your panties, his arms circling around you to grasp at your tits again, pinching your nipples as you haphazardly reached for the toiletry bag you’d placed on the sink when you’d arrived two days ago.

“You’re so fucking一resourceful,” Keys said, and you would have laughed if he hadn’t managed to slot his cock vertically between the two of you, the hard ridge of his prick pressing between your ass cheeks. He rolled his hips against you, and while it didn’t do much for you (unlike Keys, who was loosing little whines intermingled with your name), you still fumbled a little with the anticipation of all of it, because you were so close to finally getting what you’d wanted from the moment you’d thought of it. Your fingers tugged awkwardly at the zipper of the bag, finally managing to yank it open, and then the plasticky clicking of all your cosmetics and products and containers filled the bathroom as you looked for the condoms you knew you’d put in there.

After another moment of riffling through the contents, you plucked out a condom, holding it back over your shoulder for Keys to take. He did, palming it, then pushed his sweats down without even stepping away from you, letting his heavy, leaking cock fall against your lower back, smearing some of the precome over your skin, making you mewl at the obscene feeling, the streak of his arousal evident, even more physical than it had been.

“Shit,” he said absently, and instead of trying to pull away from you, he only hooked his index finger into the band of your panties and tugged them down on one side, far enough that the elastic dug into the flesh of your ass until finally, it gave and rolled down over it to your thigh. Leaving them there, bunched up just beneath your cheeks, Keys let his free hand roam between your legs, parting your thighs until he could feel how wet you were for him, the pads of his fingers brushing through your folds, feeling how slick you were, his middle finger dipping inside your cunt for just a brief moment before pulling back out. You sighed at the teasing intrusion, and sighed again when just as quickly it was gone.

“Please,” you said, bracing yourself on the edge of the sink with one hand, the other coming to play with your own tits, one and then the other, back and forth, watching Keys watch you do it in the mirror. “Don’t make me一wait any more.”

“Any more?” Keys asked, fully wanting you to answer even as he took half a step back, tearing open the condom and rolling it on. As he teased your slit with the head, you spoke.

“Figured you’d一lose it when you saw me wearing this,” you said, taking a sharp breath in as he breached you with the head of his cock, letting the first inch or so rest inside you, feeling you fluttering around him, trying to draw him in. “Thought about this since一god, I was in the shower, then when I was一” You were cut off again by Keys pushing further inside you, about halfway now, if you had to guess. He always had more for you than you suspected一he was thick and filled you so well, and you had to stop underestimating how deep he could really get inside of you.

“Yeah?” Keys prompted you, though you could hear how tight his voice was, how much he wanted to start moving. But he wanted to know how badly you wanted this first. Wanted him.

“When I was getting dressed, I didn’t一even really put it on all the way because I”一you broke off again, hopefully the last time, as Keys slowly bottomed out in you, his hips flush against your ass一“I knew you’d come in here and see me and bend me over the一sink!”

Your last word came out as an exclamation, a squeak, high and short, because he’d pulled out and snapped his hips back in, his balls hitting your thigh, your clit, the rhythm he set already quick and brutal and he wasn’t even moving that fast or that rough一but it was fucking perfect as he split you open, his cock spreading you apart from deep within your pussy, and your walls squeezed down on him. He met your eyes in the mirror, reaching up to pull the hair draped over your shoulder to the side, baring your back to him so he could lean down and kiss it softly, lips tracing over your shoulder blade as he pounded into you, the slap of skin on skin filling the bathroom, the air around you warm now for reasons other than your morning shower. His breath was hot on your spine, his hands firm on your hips, pressing divots into your waist with his thumbs as he clung to you, until you moaned, broken, and leaned further forward, the hand on your tits smacking into the mirror to hold yourself up, the hand you’d had on the sink, moving down to rub at your clit as you pushed your hips back into Keys.

“You’re so一so一beautiful like this, you know一that?” Keys asked, breathless, staring into your eyes over your shoulder.

“It’s the wig,” you tried to joke, aiming for sultry but landing on facetious instead, and Keys slowed to a stop inside you, shallowly fucking into you, not pulling out but just twitching his hips against yours.

“It’s everything,” he said, serious, voice low. “You’re perfect.”

Your cheeks warmed and you ducked your face down, but every single part of you was visible to him in the mirror. He slid his hand forward over your hip, covering yours with his, and joined you in touching yourself, both of your fingers sliding over your clit as he still held himself stationary inside you, curling the rest of his fingers between yours, holding your hand as much as rubbing your clit.

“You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you managed, as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek. “You tell me all the time. What a nerd, this guy loves his girlfriend.”

He smiled against the side of your face, kissing you again before he started fucking you once more, but this time, he moved slow, pulling out, the drag just as delicious as when he moved back in, filling you each time before he repeated it一in, out, in, out, the shock of him shoving his cock back into you making your wrists bump the edge of the sink with each thrust, and suddenly, all at once and out of nowhere, you felt your orgasm coming upon you, quick, fiery, heat spreading from your core as Keys kissed your earlobe and groaned quietly in your ear as you tightened up on him.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice so soft you couldn’t be sure he actually said anything at all if you hadn’t seen his lips move in his reflection, still looking at you out of the corner of his eyes with his mouth on your face. “Go ahead, angel.”

The pet name almost made you laugh, but before you could, you were falling over the edge, your orgasm hitting you, cunt spasming around Keys’ cock, your fluids rolling down over his shaft, his balls, wetting your thighs and his as he let you squeeze down on him, and once you relaxed, your fingers loosening beneath his, he continued to fuck into you, a little slower, a little harder, drawing himself ever closer until he, too, was coming, the hand that had been between your legs streaking your own arousal up over your stomach as he curled his arm around you, holding you tight to his front as he filled the condom, clutching you close as he came, his chin hooked over your shoulder.

“Angel, huh,” you sighed, finally, as he pulled out of you, your pussy loose, pliant, woefully empty.

“I said what I said,” Keys replied, voice still a little shaky as he stroked himself over the slick condom, a few aftershocks washing over him before he eased the rubber off and stepped out of his sweats. “I’m ready to go now,” he said, laughing at the look you fixed him with.

“Shower, you simp,” you said, reaching up to remove your一unfortunately perfectly pinned一wig. “Unless you can’t keep your hands off me when I’m not Mercy either.”

Keys gave you a mischievous smile and then reached into the toiletry bag, placing another condom on the vanity within reach of the shower stall. “Guess we’ll find out,” he said, then took your hand and helped you step back into the shower.

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