spaceysydney

You are a magic shop keeper, an old student of Master Nolnoa. Your shop differs though, specializing more in the needs of witches who create contraptions. Special metals and tools, a blacksmith of sorts. You even do special requests, traveling to find more rare ores suitable for very certain magics. You do well for yourself, often pretty deep in orders that keep you busy. You always have an extra minute though, for your favorite customer.

“Aye, anyone home?” You hear a familiar accent call from the door. You were just coming back from a long trip, just finishing up packing away some materials, you stepped back into the main shop.

“Ah, Olruggio, I was just wonderin’ when you’d show.” You hum with a humorous lilt to your tone. He’s very easy to tease which is another reason why he’s your favorite. As expected he flounders a bit before turning his face away indignantly.

“I simply heard you’d be returnin’ today from the old man.” He huffs crossing his arms. You hum with a nod resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You don’t recall mentioning to Nolnoa when you’d be returning but you suppose you’ll keep that to yourself. Smiling at the man you step behind your counter and motion for him to take the spot across from you. He does so without complaint.

“I just came back with some impressive new metals. Would you like me to pull some out or you got something specific in mind?” You lean both palms on the heavy wood as you regard him. He ponders a second before shaking his head.

“No, I'd just like your opinion on some things.” His voice is as gravely as ever and it really itches your brain in just the right way. Pulling out some parchments he lays them out on your desk for you to take a look at. On top of your usual work you’re known to consult a few contraption makers from time to time, they’re your main consumer base so you know their trade well. “This specifically has been giving me trouble, I’m wonderin’ if there’s a different material that’d work better.” He points out the current problem that’s been frustrating him.

Going over it slowly you nod. “Yeah, I think what you’re using now is a tad weak for such strain. Let me grab something.” You step away from the counter and turn to your assortment of drawers. Gliding your hand along the polished wood you skim over each name until you find the one you’re looking for. Pulling out a slivering hard ore you place it on the surface desk for him to take into his hand. Looking at it closely he hums.

“This expensive?” He arches a brow at you. You laugh and waive your hand.

“No. It’s less common but not so rare that it’ll break your pockets.” You hold your hand back out for it, his fingers are warm when they graze yours. “I can work it into thin sheets like what you’re hopin’ for but you won’t be able to get them for a few days at least.” You lean into the counter again. “Anything else?” You ask, picking up another parchment layer out for you.

You two keep on like this for hours, all work mostly, occasionally between breaks in the conversation you chat about life. He asks how your recent travels were and you ask how the Atelier is. “You look a bit skinny. You been eatin’ okay?” You ask arching a brow at him suspiciously. He avoids your gaze purposefully trying to avoid a scolding. “Ollie!” You gripe, swatting his arm lightly. Departing from the desk you make your way to your shop's minor kitchenette. It’s used mostly to clean tools but you do have some snacks packed away for lunches.

He doesn’t bother insisting he’s fine, he knows better by now. You put on the kettle while you bring him something to eat. It frustrates you when he gets too buried in work to remember simple life skills like eating. You know very well if it wasn’t for Qifrey the dark haired man would be as good as dead by now. “Ridiculous, you’re a grown man.” You huff leaning into the counter again.

“You’re one to talk, you even bother restin’ before openin’ up shop? A full month you’ve been gone and I doubt you rested well at all.” He munches the food you give him with a flat expression. He knows he’s right, you’re all but confirming it when you visibly sweat under his gaze. Thinning your lips you glare at the man through your lashes.

“Don’t go turnin’ this around on me.” You point a finger at him while stepping back over to the pot that’s now whistling. “This is my shop, you're the one gettin’ scolded, not me.” Your scolding bubbles in a laugh as you pour you both a cup of tea. His own chuckle mirrors yours as he gratefully takes a cup you offer to him.

“Still you should rest for a few days. You’re gonna burn out.” He hums while taking a sip. “Then I’m gonna have to wait even longer for those materials.” He jokes. You swat him again with a smile. He makes like he wouldn’t be worried but you know better. Last time you had to take an extended leave for health reasons you got an earful from Master Nolnoa about Olruggio’s ‘constant pestering’ regarding your recovery.

“Ya’know I think I’ll charge you full price for those materials actually. No special discount, all because of that mouth of yours.” You retort. He knows you’re also joking, you have not once since befriending the watchful eye ever made him pay the usual price. Though even if you ever did charge him more he'll still be coming here before anywhere else. You’re here. That’s worth all the coins in his pocket as far as he’s concerned.

“I’ll take one day off tomorrow. One.” You relent holding up one finger to punctuate your words sipping your own tea as you hop up onto the counter beside the man. There’s no customers in the shop right now anyway. He leans his back into it too, letting his eyes roam your shop like he hasn’t gone over its contents a dozen times. The robes covering his arms gently graze your leg as he shifts a little closer.

“Good. I’ll ask after you. Make sure you’re keepin’ your word.” He notes sarcastically. He’s very serious. Tartah always mentions when Ollie has been asking after you or if he’s been around at all. You’re starting to think The Starry Sword would make a profit charging you to know every time Olruggio asks after you. A part of you wonders if they get as fed up with him as Qifrey must be with you. You send frequent letters disguised as friendly correspondents all the while never failing to ask after the dark haired man and his heath. At this point Qifrey notates at the beginning of every returned letter how Olruggio is doing before continuing the rest.

You know fully well you two are teetering the line on friendship and romantic feelings but you don’t want to press things. How you are now is… enough. You two hardly have the time to have a simple moment like this, if you were to want more than you’d likely come up disappointed. It’s not really fair to either of you. Still when his hand gently overlaps yours on the counter you don’t pull away. You simply sip your tea and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.

“You’re dozing love.” His voice cuts though the silence. Your lids are heavy with a daunting tiredness you’ve been holding off since you returned. You try weakly to rub the sleeping dust away.

“M’not just restin’ my eyes.” You huff, trailing your words with a yawn.

“Aye, and I’m signing up to finish the fifth trial to have students of my own.” He quips sarcastically. Pushing off the counter he offers you a hand to help you down. You take it and return to the ground begrudgingly. “Come, I’ll walk you home.” He nods to the door. You don’t have the energy to argue bones already feeling heavy. You don’t let go of his hand as you lock up and he makes no move to pull away either. Walking side by side along the cobblestone path you decide to bring up one more thing to take up the time.

“My parents are coming for a visit soon.” You mention. He hums to acknowledge he’s listening. “They wanna meet you.” You note not taking your eyes from the path. You feel his hand tighten around yours for a brief moment but he still doesn’t release it. You’d casually mention Olruggio in a letter when writing them and now your mother has been insistent about meeting him. Your father doesn’t really care much but he does worry about your safety in relation to a man he’s never met.

“They wanna make sure you’re not some scary brim hat trying to take advantage of my kind heart and swindle me for all I’m worth.” You joke. The man chuckles at your silliness.

“Sounds like a must then. When are they coming by?” He asks, pausing as you arrive at your steps. Taking out your keys you unlock the door slowly, not quite ready for your Ollie time to be over.

“They only said soon. I’ll be sure to let you know when they give me a proper date.” You step into the doorway, lingering as you regard him. He watches you with patience, also milking every extra second.

“Don’t forget to have a rest day tomorrow. I don’t want to have to come pester you into bed myself. I’ve done it before.” He warns fond yet stern as he steps closer. You hum leaning on the doorframe with your arms crossed. Your eyes are half lidded looking up at him lazily, an expression he finds completely adorable. Leaning down to place a small kiss to your cheek, his face lingers next to yours briefly as if hesitating, contemplating finally crossing that line. Then he pulls back and steps down from your stoop.

“I’ll expect a letter then.” He nods at you. “Sleep well.” And with that he retreats down the path towards the docks. Your eyes follow him until his body fully dissolves into the amber sunset. Your heart squeezes. If you were brave enough you’d have pressed your lips to his in that lingering moment. Each time you part it gets harder and harder to ignore that instinctual pull. You both feel it you’re sure.

You’ve only been with the cleaners for a few days so it’s understandable that you haven’t gotten used to the layout yet. You're slowly trying to figure out which direction the canteen is when you turn a corner into a hall ending in two large sliding steel doors. ‘This looks promising.’ You think as you slide one of the heavy doors aside and peek in. It’s not the canteen that’s for sure but you’d argue whatever the room is, it's far more exciting. The walls are covered in what looks like posters, magazine articles, and large sketch work of clothing designs.

Stepping father in you notice a few different mannequins all decked out in cleaner style uniforms. They all look so simple and yet so stylish. In your excitement you don’t notice the steps coming into the doorway.

“Hey Homie! You lost or something! Ya shouldn’t be poking around in someone else’s room without permission!” The voice is loud and enthusiastic which startles you completely. Turning around with your heart still pouring you notice a slimmer built man with long hair grinning at you. His eyes are covered by orange tinted glasses that match his other accessories perfectly. This helps you draw to the conclusion that this is his workspace… that you totally barged into without said permission.

“Oh! I-I’m so sorry! I through this was the canteen and then I got distracted by all the cool stuff.” You stutter out hurriedly. The man just shifts his feet and looks around at the room casually. Then he laughs and steps up closer.

“I’m just messin! Doesn’t look like you messed with anything important so no harm done!” He pats your back somewhat harshly in his excitement before stepping over to a large work desk. Pulling out a roll of measuring tape he looks back at you with an eager expression. “This works out perfectly actually! I don’t have to hunt you down to get your measurements!” He laughs as he steps up again so fast you take a step back so he doesn’t knock into you. His grin never leaves his face but he does cat to you a little softer in tone. “It’s for your uniform! You haven’t gotten the new design yet so I need the measurements so you can be fitted for it!”

Nodding slowly you nervously allow him to do your measurements silently chanting in your head that this is his work and there’s no need to feel anxious. Still you can’t help but try and make conversation to distract from how close this cute guy is to your person. “So you do all the uniforms and the masks right? Tomme mentioned you… August right?” You ask.

A giggle bubbles up from the van as he works. “That’s my name, don't wear it out!” He laughs as he finishes the last of the measurements. You smile at his excitement, it’s kinda rubbing off on you. Taking another glance around as he jots the numbers down you pluck up the courage to compliment him.

“Your sense of style is really amazing.” You note watching him start sketching quickly on the large paper on the desk. “I can’t lie, I'm so excited to wear something made specifically for me.” He leans back to take another look over your person before quickly sketching your body shape in more detail.

“Ha! Trust me I’m even more excited! A new member means a whole new mask design! And you’re gonna love it!” He laughs. You lean against his desk as he continues working, both of you chatting back and forth as the time passes.

After another two days of visiting August’s workshop he presents you with your uniform to try on. The coat is cropped fitted, your pants hug your thighs comfortably, and your boots have a flare of bright orange detailing that reminds you of the colors that accent August’s own look. Checking yourself out in the mirror you squeal with excitement. “Ahh! It looks so awesome!” You impulsively pull August into a hug happily jumping in his hold. He laughs along with your excitement, hand resting on your lower back.

“Just wait till your half mask is finished!” His grin is wide. “It’s gonna blow your mind!” He sounds like a kid excited to receive a present even though this present is meant for someone else. “Here, come check out what I’ve been messing with!” He leads you back to his desk and shows you some of the prototypes he’s made. Based on what Tomme said August is usually pretty solitary when he works, normally not tolerating company as it messes with his flow. You feel very flattered that he seems not to mind when you’re watching him work, even offering to have you take a look at unfinished works.

“I think this one really shows off how bad ass you’ll look smashing up trash beasts!” He holds one up to show you. “And this one shows off the contrast of danger and beauty!” He notes offhandedly. “Oh! And this one-“ Anyone outside August’s office would be able to hear every half exposition half compliment he gives you. Smiling at the man you listen to him ramble through his thought process. His grin is contagious.

After a week you’re fully decked in your cleaner fit for missions but you still make excuses to visit the stylist whenever possible. “Sorry Zanka can’t do training with ya, told August we could have lunch together.” You apologize despite smiling with every word. Zanka holds in a snort as he smugly regards you.

“Oh? Third time this week. Tell your boyfriend I said ‘hi’.” He winks at you before striding off. You blink for a moment before flushing deeply.

“W-wait Zanka! He’s not-“ aaand he’s gone.

Is that what people think? Are you being too clingy? This train of thought leads you to feeling dejected. You end up skipping lunch with August and asking Eisha to tell him you’re just too busy. It’s a lie, you’re holed up in your room overthinking and staring sadly at the detailing on your boots. You know Zanka was probably just teasing, not bringing anything by it, but thinking about it you’ve spent nearly everyday handing around the loud blond. You’ve even gotten to the point where the both of you are touching shoulders while he works, often touching in some way, and even hugging goodbye when it’s time for you to go to bed. Maybe you’re being too much…

From that point on every time you and August cross paths you come up with excuses as to why you can’t hang out. To say August was bummed by your recent avoidance was an understatement. The workshop seemed so quiet without you, boring even! He also missed your constant touch, he thought he’d never find someone as physically affectionate as himself and now he’s been cut off!

It lasts two weeks before he’s fed up. He has to talk to you! Even if it’s just to hear you say you don’t wanna be around him anymore! He catches you on your way back to your room from a mission, catching your hand and tugging you along despite your protests back to his workshop. Once you're both inside he sits you down promptly and pulls up a chair across from you. “Okay spill it! You’ve been avoiding me and that really hurts!” You’ve never seen August’s face twisted into such an unhappy expression, it nearly makes your skin crawl. It's so unnatural.

“I-I’m no-!” You’re cut off by him holding a finger out abruptly. Eyes focusing on you in an intense look.

“Nope nu-uh! You gotta be real with me! We were really vibin’!” He pouts a bit. “Tell me straight, was it something I did?!” His tone is desperate as he clasps both of your hands in his dramatically. Eyes big like a sad puppydog. Faced with how stressed your actions have made him, you crumble immediately.

“No! No it’s not that! You didn’t do anything wrong!” You stumble out quickly. “I just-“ you pause, face burning. “I just didn’t wanna be clingy.” You lower your head in shame. August is silent for a few moments, processing your words slowly. Then when you feel his grip on your hands tighten just a bit you don’t expect to be tugged into a tight hug. His arms hold you firm to him, not too tight but enough to hopefully relay how much he’s missed you. Pulling back he quickly removed his shades to look at you with the same determined look he has when working on a project.

“I don’t think you’re clingy! I like having you around!” He huffs out frustrated. “I’ve been missing you here! Can’t keep my mind on my work because I’ve been thinkin’ about you around the clock!” His eyes turn down to your hand in his, “Your smile, your laugh… even when you just lean on me while you watch me work…” he mumbles! Actually mumbles, voice low in tone. “I’ve been missing all of it.” He looks back at you intently. “I want it back.” He finished bringing your hand up to take it in both hands.

“We don’t have to be more than friends but… I don’t wanna keep pretending I don’t need you around!” His volume returns in a desperate tone now, laying it all on the line. He anxiously watches you take it all in. He can feel his stomach flip with nerves, he wasn’t really planning on confessing, a part of him hadn’t even processed his feelings fully. Still he can’t deny the thought of being your partner is extremely appealing.

“What…what if I want to be…more than friends.” You finally say shrinking in your seat a bit, equally as nervous. Blinking at each other you both start giggling which turns into full on laughing. When you come down from your giggle fit, breathless August pulls you into another hug, much softer with a tighter squeeze, making up for lost time.

After pulling away he kisses you on the cheek on the retreat. It’s a quick peck just creating the waters. You respond by pulling your chair closer and leaning into his side. This has him grinning ear to ear as he leans his head on yours. And just like that you’re back to how you were, happily chatting while August works on his projects. The only difference being that he has his free hand wrapped around yours fingers interlaced securely just in case you try to pull a disappearing act again.

~~~

“Babe you are the best model out there!” August praises as he uses his fingers to frame your look. He has you decked out in a mock up of his next big event line. Doll Fest is coming up and he has several different looks in mind. This outfit is probably his favorite one he’s produced yet so he obviously graduated it to the try on stage and who better to show it off than you? August smiled proudly to himself before stepping up to take your hand. He twirls you in place grinning at your giggle as he does.

“Does it look good?” You ask, smiling at him shyly. Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulls you into a kiss. When you part again he starts a slow sway gently rocking you both to a silent tune.

“Of course it does! I made it!” He remarks smugly which makes you laugh. His expression becomes soft and tender as he continues, “I gotta admit though, everything looks ten times nicer on you.” He hums hand twirling you again before pulling you into to continue the dance. You return his smile and pull him in for another kiss.

“Such a sweet talker Augie.” You huff leaning your head into his chest.

You’d been slightly irritated all day and couldn’t figure out what on earth was bugging you so much until Bundus finally said something. You’re on the porch bouncing your leg just stewing when me pipes up. “Darlin’ I think you’re ruts comin up.” When you process his words they hit you like a ton of bricks. Snapping to a stand and rushing past him into the house you quickly lock yourself in the bathroom. You turn on the water in the shower oh full blast you hop in not even bothering to take your clothes off. The ice cold water soaks into the fabric adding a pressure that you try to focus on.

You haven’t had a rut in a long while. You’re overdue for it so it was only a matter of time. You just thought you’d notice the signs sooner have more time to talk with Bundus about it first. Groaning at the feeling of the water pelting your sensitive skin you can feel yourself heating up despite the cold water. You hear a knock at the bathroom door. “You alright in there? I can smell you through the door hon.” His voice is laced with concern, such a kindhearted man. An ache rolls through your abdomen as you feel your length twitching under the strain of your wet clothes.

“M’alright. Just uh… not really expecting the surprise is all.” You try not to sound wary but it comes out that way anyway. You’re sure the scent of your anxiety is already a dead give away to how you’re feeling. You haven’t had a rut partner in years and despite logically knowing Bundus can handle you, you’ve been known to be rougher. Alphas deal with a certain level of unrestrained strength during a rut, it’s an instinctual response you really hate. Not being in full control of your own body scares you, makes you worried for your partner.

Another low groan leaves you when you feel a painful ache in your dick, too restricted and uncomfortable. To ease the feeling you finally try to peel off your heavy damp clothes, letting them drop to the bathroom tile with a heavy wet thud. Looking down at your pulsing length you whimper as you take hold of it, pumping slowly to relieve some tension. The air around you starts to get heavy with the scents of an alpha in rut and you can hear Bundus shifting outside the door.

“Darlin’ I don’t wanna push ya but I’m right here. I ain’t goin anywhere.” He calls through the door. His own scent bleeding through the door. He’s trying to calm you with it. Clearly the abrupt move of closing yourself off is making him worried, sometimes an alpha in a high stress emotional state can be a danger to themselves. His voice hits your ears like honey and you cat help but squeeze your hand tighter and groan at the feeling. There is really nothing you’d like more than to bury yourself inside that man.

Bundus can hear each bated breath and moan coming from the shower through the door, your scent still carrying a prickly intense smell of fear. He’s half tempted to bust the door down but doesn’t want to upset you further, best he can do for you is try to coax you into a more comfortable situation. “Love, I know you need it, please. I wanna help you.” He knocks again while leaning into the door as close as he can. Your response back is another shark intake of breath and a half baked sob or a moan.

Back in the shower you can feel your knot starting to form, it hurts horribly and you know you’re not going to be able to ease it just with your hands. Bundus’ voice is hazy in your ears as your head starts to swim from the intense feelings overwhelming you. You’re starting to feel dizzy and sick all at once. You barely manage to call out weakly to your liver before your knees buckle and you try to catch your fall with the shower curtain. Your body tumbles to the floor with a thump and you can vaguely hear the door creek and snap loudly as it slaps against the wall. You do process hands on your searing skin but that’s all you get before you succumb to darkness.

~~~

When you wake you feel comfy like you're on a pillow cloud. Then the headache sets in and you groan and curl in on yourself. “You’re awake.” You hear Bundus’ gravely voice behind you, the chair creeks as he leans over to rub your shoulder gently. Then he’s helping you turn forward and sit up so he can help you drink a glass of water. When you finally get it all down you pull away a bit, shuffling just a bit out of his reach.

“Oh come on now.” He huffs, tone a bit frustrated. “Don’t go avoidin’ me. That isn’t helping anything.” He places the glass down and crosses his arms at you. “I can’t help you if you don’t trust me.” Guilt creeps in easily and your scent changes to reflect that.

“I’m sorry love. I just don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable or even hurt you.” You sigh staring at your lap. “I get pretty rough during my ruts. I don’t want to feel obligated to put up with it just for my sake.” Your voice is low as you anxiously pick at your nails. You hear your partner huff again but this time it’s less upset. Moving to sit on the bed with you he pulls you into his larger chest easily.

“Hey I know my limits and what I’m willing to put up with.” He reassures you. “I don’t feel obliged, I care about you.” He places a reassuring hand on yours. “And I’m ready to take this next step with you if you’ll let me.” He lets you think it over for a few minutes, gently rubbing your back with his other hand. Leaning into him more, press your face into his neck and scent him. Your hands come around to slide around his waist as you press your body into his. Bundus can feel the heat in your skin, smell the need and intent in your movements.

“Okay.” You mumble into his skin gracing your canines over the junction of his neck and nipping lightly, a little daring. Bundus sighs at the feeling letting himself melt into your touch. Things progress quickly after that, your rut quickly returning in full force.

~~~

“Shit! Ah!” Bundus clutches the sheets beneath him as you pump his aching dick along with your thrusts. You have his hips propped up with a pillow and his legs spread wide for you. Seeing him like this has your brain swirling. His face is flushed and his eyes are hazy, small tears pricking the edges. Your other hand is keeping one of his large thighs hooked over your hip so you can easily abuse his sweet spot.

“You’re doing so good, just look at you so eager to take my knot.” You hum. He whines and bucks his hips into yours reflexively, clenching around you. You respond by leaning out a bit to push in at a different angle. This makes a gasp catch in the man’s throat as you start up again. The sounds of sweaty skin slapping together filling your ears makes you eager to breed him. “You want it don’t you? Wanna be round with my pups Bunny?”

Bundus groans loudly, letting out a gasp as his cum shoots out onto his lower stomach and chests. Your hand is still pumping with each white streak. You can feel each pulse and constriction around you as you continue fucking him through his orgasm. You knot threatening to push inside the large man with every thrust. A deep growl flares in your chest as you lean in to pull Bundus into a deep kiss. Teeth click together at the rushed desperate movement but still your tongue takes over his mouth easily.

Bundus lets go of the sheets to grasp at your back desperately as you continue grinding into him. His nails dig in causing harsh red marks in their wake. The pain only makes your cock throb pressing more intently to his hole. Groaning into his mouth you dig your own nails into his hip, the fat of the skin there soft under your hand. Pulling back your capture Bundus’ eyes and he moans looking into your heated gaze. “Present for me.” You lean back from him slowly easing yourself out of him, pumping yourself as you watch him turn over.

Once he settles and his muscles relax you sink back in with another low growl. Both hands curl into the dip of his hips to pull him against you as close as possible. The larger man whines at the feeling of your knot, grinding against him harshly. Craning your body over his you press hot open mouthed kisses into the freckled skin of his neck. Your scent is blanketing the both of you completely but pressed so close you can make out his light honey scent. With a deep breath in you begin a more brutal pace, thrusting into him like it’s the only thing you’re capable of. Every instinct in your body is telling you it’s your sole purpose at this moment. The man below you is a shaking mess, crying out your name with every harsh snap of your hips.

You can feel the sweat dripping from your body, as you press as flush to the man as you can. His hole clenches harshly as he weakly whines out into the bedding so close to cumming again. One of your hands trails up to weave into the older man’s silver toned locks and yanks them roughly. Arching his back toward you, you take the opportunity to sink your teeth around the scent glad, avoiding a mating mark, and teasing him with the possibility. It’s only moments later Bundus is moving his hand to help pump his cock along with your thrusts while the other flicks back to grip one of your wrists as he leans back into your thrusts.

Now in a near sitting position your knot finally slips inside. The full, tight feeling pushes Bundus over the edge a second time. You hiss and groan loudly into the man’s shoulder teeth, nipping the flesh around his glad. “Fuck, Bundus!” You moan breathless, continuing to rock your hips up into the man. Just a few more ruts and you’re coming undone, pushing the man fully face down again you eagerly chase your high. Loud wet slaps punctuated by Bundus’ breathless moans.

It takes only seconds before the pressure in your abdomen snaps and your knot eases it’s ache as you cum. Each hot spurt inside is followed by a stuttered rock of your hips. You stay connected like this for a long while, eventually you help position you both into more of a spooning position. Your arms wrapped around him while you tuck back a few strands of his hair.

“You look so pretty under me.” You mumble leaning to breathe in the man’s scent, he smells of you so much you’re sure it will linger for at least a week. Your free hand is rubbing gentle circles into the bruises you left on his hips. Bundus hums tiredly weaving his legs with yours. The gravely nature of his horse voice stirring your hormones again. Your hand trails from his hip to curl around his shaft, slow lazy pumps to ease him into getting hard again. The man jolts at the feeling before pressing back against you. Pressing your hips flush to his again you start a slow sensual roll of your hips, knot still keeping the two of you connected.

“M’gonna keep you full until my ruts over.” You mumble into the man's back. “Gonna fuck you on every flat surface of this house.” You promise rocking faster as you speed up your hands movements. Bundus moans at your words still eagerly working his hips with your movements.

“I can take it.” He promises eyes flicking back to meet yours. His own gaze is dangerous like he’s daring you to try him on that fact. A flutter of excitement squeezes your chest as you start thrusting harder, more determined to wear him out.

“You know Too Lily?!” Enjin nearly veers you guys off the road from shock. You’d invited him to come with you to her concert, being a big fan he was ecstatic to go. When he asked you how you got the tickets to a sold out show so last minute you just casually mentioned that you and Lily are friends. Still clutching the safety handle for dear life you manage a nod.

“Y-yeah! I met her at my last job before joining the cleaners. Really sweet woman.” You sigh as you relax into your seat again now that the idiot is driving normally again. “She sent me the tickets and told me to bring a ‘hot date’.” You feel the back of your neck heat up as you glance at anything other than Enjin. “You’re a fan… I thought you’d like to come.” You mutter into your scarf, willing away your embarrassment. Truthfully there’s more than a few cleaners you could have also asked but Riyo gave you the old wink wink nudge nudge when you mentioned it to her. ‘No better excuse for some alone time with your crush~’

“I owe you big time.” Enjin grins at you from the driver’s side. His dimples clear as day along with his charming smile. You can feel your heart skip a beat in your chest, he’s just too cute!

~~~

During the concert you both had a great time. Enjin even got you to sing along with him during some of his favorite songs, not embarrassed, just living. During the small interim between songs you talked about your old job and how you actually met the pop icon. He listens intently, hanging off every word. During some songs you couldn’t help glancing over at him, watching him enjoy himself makes your chest feel full. Enjin spends so much of his day looking after others it’s nice to see him getting to enjoy himself. At some during the performance there was a slow melodic love song, you remember it well.

Lily confided in you at one point the man she loved. The sad story of their separation and how she longed to see him again. You can hear each note carry that longing with it and the sadness Too Lily feels when she sings it. Becoming a bit overwhelmed by the emotions of it you can’t help but tear up. When Enjin looks over and sees large tears streaming down your face and you intently watch the woman on stage he stiffens. He lets you have this, not wanting to interrupt the intense feelings. When the song finished though he places a warm hand on your back, gently rubbing it as he straps closer.

“You okay?” He whispers trying to calm too much attention and embarrass you in front of strangers. You nod weakly as you wipe tears away from your wet cheeks.

“I’m okay.” You try to be convincing but your voice comes out watery. Pulling you close he keeps an arm around you for a while after that.

~~~

When the concert is finally wrapping up and Lily has left the stage after her encore you’re approached by a member of security. “Miss Too Lily is requesting you backstage.” He grunts, turning for you to follow. You and Enjin share a wide eyed look before scampering after the large man. You keep your hands clasped together with Enjin so you don’t lose one another in the crowd.

Once you arrive backstage your name is called loud and excited. When you turn to the call you find Too Lily excitedly skipping to you with a huge smile on her face. With the tall heels combined with her already tall stature she has to crane down to give you a hug. That doesn’t stop her at all as she captured you in a near bone crushing embrace. When you finally pull apart you need just a second to breathe properly again. “It’s so so good to see you!” She squeals, clasping both your hands in her manicured ones.

“Yeah it’s been too long.” You smile back at her. “I missed hearing you sing about him.” You note adding a small squeeze to her hands. She regards you with her own tender smile and hugs you again more gently. Then a sudden realization interrupts the moment. “Oh!” You pull away again. “Lils, this is Enjin.” You motion with your arm to the man behind you. He’s standing there nervously clenching and unclenching his hands sweating like a man on trial.

“Oh yes, I saw you in the crowd.” She hums before shooting you a wink. Huh? Before you know it she’s stepping closer and leaning into Enjin’s ear. The man stiffens for a moment before glancing at the woman and then at you before she pulls away. You wonder what she said to him but figure she’s just being her usual odd self. “How about an autograph?” She asks the man patting his shoulder.

Jolting out of his apparent shock, Enjin flounders for a moment before pulling out a CD from his coat pocket. “Oh yeah! Riyo would kill me if I met you and didn’t get one.” He passes Lily the case with a slight bow and thanks.

“Riyo?” Lily hums glancing back at you. Stepping to her side you smile up at her.

“His daughter. She works with us. She’s a huge fan.” You explain. Lily nods before scribbling onto the disc case. Handing it back to Enjin she steps back a bit to fully address you again.

“I need to be going but don’t be a stranger okay?” She smiles at you sadly. Being a pop star certainly wouldn’t afford her the time she’d want to catch up with old friends. You offer her your own wary smile before pulling her into a final hug. Bidding you and Enjin goodbye, you two watch her leave. Before completely exiting she throws back another comment to Enjin.

“Don’t forget what I said!” She waives with a grin before using her jinki to wrap herself in a wash of white crows all made of anima. And just like that she’s gone. Glancing back at Enjin questioningly he flinches before saying he’ll tell you in the car.

~~~

The drive back is oddly quiet, it has you wondering what’s bothering the man. “Everything okay?” You ask arching a brow at him. You can see red creeping up his neck and onto his face as he tries to focus on the road. Oh boy, you were worried she said something out of pocket.

“Well… uh.” He starts, clearly struggling to get it out. “She said I should propose sometime soon,” You nearly choke on your shock. “Said she's never seen you love struck like this.” He stutters out. You are utterly embarrassed and you can only imagine how embarrassed Enjin must be at the misunderstanding.

Covering your face with your hand you try your best to sink into the seat and disappear. “I am so sorry…” you whine through your fingers. You can hear Enjin chuckle at your behavior.

“It’s okay, she did tell you to bring a ‘hot date’ after all. She probably assumed we were together.” Despite his reassurance you can’t help but feel like your life is over. You both continue the ride in silence after that.

~~~

When you are back at HQ you’re both stepping out of the jeep. It’s late, nearly three am. Enjin takes a moment to lean on the vehicle and smoke so you keep him company for a minute. “Can I ask you something?” He pipes up after breathing out his drag. You hum with a nod telling him you’re all ears.

“That song from before, the one that made you cry. Who’s it about?” He asks, watching you lean on the jeep next to him. Your expression is a bit unreadable which makes him worry if it's too personal a question. Before he has a chance to retract it though you answer.

“It’s about Too Lily’s first love… Gountess I think.” You tell him. “She never got the chance to tell him how she felt before he kind of disappeared from her life.” You smile sadly at the skyline above the building, eyes slowly gliding over each harsh edge of the terrain peaking from behind it. You felt heartbroken for Too Lily when she told you their story and all her regrets. “It’s about all the things they could have done, all the years they could have loved each other if they didn’t miss their chance.” You finish before pushing off the car. Enjin blows out the last of his smoke and ashes it.

Turning back to him you are about to excuse yourself to bed when you're cut off by soft lips on yours. You can taste the nicotine and smell the smoke as he steps closer. Both of his hands come up to cup your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. Your eyes finally close as you step into it. Pressing your lips back to his with intent. You can feel your face burn like fire and your heart speed up, pounding against your ribs so hard you’d think Enjin could hear it. When he pulls away he rests his forehead to yours, eyes staring into yours with a determination you’ve only seen when he’s fighting a serious enemy.

One of his thumbs comes down to trail along your lower lip, his eyes darting down to them too. You want to kiss him again, kiss him silly, but it seems like he’s still processing his own actions. When he does pull away he doesn’t move out of your personal space. He’s looking at you taking in every movement and change in your expression.

“I’m sorry.” He says finally. “I just… didn’t want to miss my chance.” He relents, taking a step back and pushing his hands into his pockets.

Your brain takes just seconds to catch what he means. A smile creeps onto your face as you step back into his bubble this time. Leaning up you press your lips to his, hands coming up to wrap around his neck. His wrap around you, securing you to him in a tight embrace. He’s holding you like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t keep you tethered. As your lips move together you feel each emotion at twice the intensity.

You’ll have to give Lily a call later; explain to her that Enjin may not be proposing anytime soon, but you’re on the right track!

“You know it’s kind of rude of you to be so gorgeous.” You mumble chin resting on your palm as you watch Tamsy brush out his hair. The man hums with a smile as he places the brush down. When he turns his eyes to you, heavy lashes framing his pretty eyes, you huff. “Ugh! See that’s what I’m saying! Quit batting them pretty lashes at me!” You whine rolling onto your back on his bed to stare at the ceiling.

He laughs from his spot at the desk before getting up and sitting next to you. His smile is warm as he gazes down at you. His gentle hand brushes a few stray strands from your face. “You know the worst part about being so attractive is?” He asks.

“What?” You ask him, catching his hand on the retreat to hold.

“I’m asking you.” He quips, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Oh come off it!” You start laughing to yourself as he continues peppering your face all over. He threads his fingers with yours while you two trade kisses over and over. When he pulls away he gazes at you fondly.

“You know, when I became scarred like this I never thought someone would love me like you do.” He hums. He sits up, placing his hands in his lap. You follow suit and lean into his sides. Your eyes trail over his features catching slight changes that tell you he’s being serious, vulnerable, insecure.

“I think it adds some visual intrigue personally.” You half joke. He scoffs and nudges you with his shoulder. You take his hand into your again slowly, pulling it in to kiss the back of it. “I’m serious, it was the first thing I noticed and the thing that made me want to know you. It’s probably your prettiest feature to me.” You lean in and tug at the buttons of his night shirt. Baring some of his skin to you. You trail kisses along the edges of the scars littering the exposed skin.

“It’s like you’re a rose with thorns. Pretty and dangerous. Very mysterious~” you smirk at him with a wink. The blond chuckles at this running hand down your back. He lays out on the bed this time and pulls you to his side to tuck you close. Your body is warm against his as you snuggle into his chest.

“You’ve never asked me how I got them.” He notes finding a crack in the ceiling to focus on. You simply wrap a leg around his hip as you get comfortable.

“Did you want me to?” You prompt.

“…No. It’s not something I like talking about.” He admits hand stilling its trail along your skin. Your eyes are closed as you casually relax.

“Then I won’t ask.” You confirm.

“It doesn’t bother you?” He asks, pressing his cheek to the top of your head, leaning into you. “That I don’t share things like this, things from my past.”

“No.” You reply promptly, yawning after. “If you felt the need to tell me you would have. It’s not really any of my business. Even if we love each other, that doesn’t entitle me to dig up bad memories.” You talk about it like it’s so simple, like you’d already set it in stone long before he asked the question, maybe you had.

“I like who you are now, that’s the person I fell in love with. I don’t need to know every gritty detail.” You reach out to tuck your hand under his shirt and rest it on his soft skin. You’re unabashedly stealing his body heat, he thinks it funny how unserious you can be while the conversation is not. Your body is easing into his more, relaxing fully and slipping into unconsciousness.

Tamsy is left with this thoughts, frown deep on his features as he keeps focusing on the crack. Glaring at it like it’s threatening to open up and swallow him whole. You may love the man that he portrays but you know little of the actual man underneath. It irks him, how much you ease his worries and love him unconditionally. He was only using you to make his cover more believable. He was never meant to get this attached. He’s in too deep, rethinking every goal he came to the ground to accomplish. His arms tighten around you as his brows knit together harder.

He’ll have to figure out a way to spare you from the sphere’s manipulation and control. And what if the ground can’t see that he’s truly on their side, even if his methods are unorthodox. He grits his teeth at the thought, I silent rage stiffening his shoulders.

He’ll sacrifice both sides if he has to.

“Senshi!” You moan out, body jolting and curling in. Your thighs press into the sides of the dwarf's head. His large calloused hands come up to press your legs back down, keeping them pinned wide for him. You whine loudly and writhe against the slightly too small rim of the water fountain he has you sitting on. His mouth is sucking and lapping at sensitive areas of your core. Each time he dips his warm tongue inside you makes you clench around him and sob. He’s been at it for a good hour now, each time you creeped up on your orgasm he pulls away and it’s driving you crazy.

The party stopped to rest for the night a while ago. Everyone was taking some time to themselves before bed and Senshi asked you to go with him while he cleaned one of the bathrooms a few halls down. Now your clothes and Senshi’s armor have been tossed to the side. His body is nearly covered in thick hair, it helps define each curl and dip of Senshi’s muscles. He’s such a rugged man it had you biting your lip watching him undress just half way. Pupils blown wide with desire.

“Oh god…mmh! Senshiii!” You cry out digging your fingers into his hair, tugging at it out of reflex. He groans low at the feeling and just continues. His tongue glides a long flat stipe over your hole making you moan loudly. You slap a hand over your mouth and breathe hot breaths past it as you try to mute your noises. There's no telling if there’s another party nearby or your own party for that matter.

When his mouth pulls away you can hear the wet sounds of him parting from you. If you weren’t already so hot and bothered you’d blush at the sound. Licking his lips Senshi leans up to pull you into a kiss. One hand threads into your hair while the other glides slides up your thigh to slowly rub his fingertips over your twitching hole. It’s been a while since you two have been able to be intimate, not a lot of opportunity while actively traversing the dungeon. He presses two fingers in slowly, stretching you with care. Slow yet eager pumps working you open for him. Your whines and moans slip past his lips with each kiss but Senshi is more than happy to hear them.

“You sound so lovely…” His gruff and gravely voice has lowered even further due to his lust. “You’re doing so good.” He praises before curling his fingers sharply and bullying that sweet spot inside of you with each thrust. Breaking away from his kisses you grip his shoulders tight. Eyes clenched shut you whine out loudly not able to keep your sounds low as you submit to the man’s quickening pace. “Ah! Shit! Hah! Senshi!” Every other word is pitched high with need as your legs spread for the shorter man. The hand in your hair comes down to pinch one of your nipples roughly. You automatically buck your hips harshly into his fingers, a loud shout of a moan making your head fall back.

“Watch your mouth, dear.” He chides before easing the pinch into a general roll under his thumb. Leaning in he kisses the pert nipple as an apology before taking it into his mouth. His fingers don’t stop their faster pace, he even adds another finger and starts thrusting harder. Each wet slap of his hand into your opening bounces off the echoing walls. If anyone were to walk by they’d definitely know what you’re doing.

After a few minutes your body is tensing and your hips are twitching in a way that helps Senshi know you’re getting close again. Taking his hands away and placing another long kiss on your lips he watches you come down from another near orgasm. Your breaths are ragged as your back is leaned uncomfortably on the water faucets. “You’re killin’ me here Sen. Please, I wanna cum so bad.” You whine readjusting yourself on the rim to keep from slipping off. He offers you an apologetic smile before taking your hips in his hands again.

“Okay, let’s get you there sweetheart.” He ends up helping you off the sink and turns you around to bend you over it instead. This position is less intimate than he’d like but you always seem to get worked up fast in it. He can see your slick hole twitch as you wait for him to take you. Groaning low he shuffles his lower dressings down to let his thick heavy cock spring free. Hits hot and heavy in his hand as he pumps it a few times, readying himself for your tightness. Reaching into a pouch he keeps looped to his belt he finds his natural homemade lube. Pouring some directly onto his shaft he sighs at the cool feeling. Giving it another few pumps he slicks his hand with the slick substance.

You shudder when you feel his hand slicking your skin and hole with the excess lube. He even thrusts his fingers in slowly a couple times to help prep you. You eagerly wait for the feeling of his tip against you and shift your hips forward to present yourself to him easier. The constant stream of water that comes from the fountain sink splashes lightly against your chest as you brace yourself on the rough stone. Each cool droplet feels like ice on your heated skin.

Then it comes, the stretch of Senshi easing into you. A stuttered moan leaves you as your breath slows to a near stop. Even with his fingers and the lube he’s so thigh that you feel a slight burn. You swear each time with the older dwarf is like the first time. “Senshi…” you whine out, continuing to brace yourself, white knuckling the fountain. He goes slow at first, like he always does, small pap sounds filling the room along with his breaths and your small moans. You can feel him pulse inside you with each movement forward. His body rocks into you’re pushing you back and forth against the rough stone. The bare skin of your chest sliding against it and making your skin sting a bit from the abrasiveness.

When the small discomfort subsides you’re left feeling incredibly full. Each thrust takes your breath away. With a longer moan you mumble to Senshi to go faster. He responds immediately eager to give you what you ask for. Louder slaps of skin on skin fill your ears. Pushing back against his hips you help him hit that spot inside you again. Each press of the tick head of his cock to the deepest parts inside of you makes you moan louder with each thrust. Quick desperate breaths come out along with your moans as you inch closer to cumming around him. He can feel your hole twitching around him rhythmically as you stumble closer to your end.

Picking up his pace even more the sounds become even louder, your moans near screaming as your knees weaken. If his firm strong hands went holding your hips you’d be slipping onto the floor. Your chest and nipples are stinging from the friction from the stone making you whimper and buck harder against the man behind you.

Senshi groans loudly when he feels you finally clench him hard, keeping him restricted as you cum around his cock. You’re moaning his name loudly and constantly as you rut back gassing his dick to help drag out your orgasm. He is happy to lean over you and keep thrusting harshly with each pulsing clench of your walls around him. “Oooh! Senshi! Fuuuck…” You sob out a sigh of words, easing your body into the fountain, feeling weak in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Feeling a harsh smack to your ass you flinch as whine again turning your head to look back at your partner. He’s looking at you with smoldering eyes as he punctuates his frustration with another harsh thrust. Your yelp catches in your throat before coming out as a long low moan. “I told you to watch your mouth. I won’t tell you again.” He hums as he leans in to kiss your arched spine, a small apology. He knows you like when he’s rougher, he just can’t bring himself to be stern without reassuring you that he isn’t actually mad.

You get a few slow breaths out as a brief reprieve before he’s starting up again. It’s a firm deep rock of his hips that has you keening with your eyes rolling back. Picking up his pace to a faster one quickly you can hear Senshi groaning more fervently as he chaises his own release. You purposefully clench around him on each full sheath of him inside you. He hisses at that and responds with another slap to your ass. You yelp again as you press back into him in rhythm with his thrusts. Every other thrust has him repeating the action even doing it with his other hand so both asscheeks are flushing red under his palms. The fat of your ass bouncing along with each of his thrusts.

When his palms are stinging from the slaps he gives you a break and continues thrusting harshly. One hand presses into your arched back to keep you steady in place while the other slides over your crotch to start playing with you along with each thrust. The added sensation as you tumble into a second orgasm quickly. Your body shudders like a leaf as you cum around his cock again, this time the tight vice of your insides milks his own end out of him. Each hot pulse of your tight walls is molten as he cums inside. Every hot spurt of his cum inside makes you sigh and squeeze around him involuntarily.

“So warm inside…” Senshi grits out as he thrusts deeply with each jet of cum he thrusts into you. Working you with his hand he can feel every twitch and convulsion of your insides against him. Rocking his hips into yours he watches your back ride and fall with each breath as you come down from your high.

Eventually they slow to gentle thrusts, his breaths come out labored on your back. “You’re so sweet, like a cheesecake.” He rasps against your sweat slicked skin. “So rich and decadent, it's hard to not want you all the time.” Leaning off of you again he pulls himself out of you. You sigh at the feeling as your legs finally give you. Senshi startles as you slide onto your knees barely holding onto the fountain sink still. Helping you stand he eases you onto another small platform so he can clean you up. He uses a washcloth to wipe down your skin, cooling it as it cleans you.

He also takes out a small salve from his pack to rub into the chaffing on your chest from the stone. It still stings a bit but does a good job of easing the tender skin. The soft gel makes you shudder under his touch. He responds by kissing each side of your chest tenderly, another apology. Once he’s satisfied with how clean you are he rings out the cloth in the same sink. “We have to get back soon, you need rest.” He notes continuing to idly tidy the mess you two left behind. Feeling a tug in your chest you lean forward to address him.

“Senshi.” You call the bearded man. When he looks back to you your arms are open to him. His lips upturn into a smile before he relents and walks into your embrace. You hold him to you with a long content sigh. “…I love you.” You whisper into the curls near his ear before placing a kiss to the skin behind it. He chuckles at your cuddly behavior. At this rate the others will come looking for you. Still he wants to savor your embrace a bit longer. His arms curl around your cooled skin, rubbing it to warm you a little. “I love you too.” He sighs.

Corvus:

Throws a party at HQ. He makes a special request to the Vianders to bring your favorite meal. He sits next to you arm around your waist the whole night.

After the party he takes you up to the roof to talk about life, your dreams, things that make you happy.

Gifts you a locket with a picture of you both together. Puts it on you and kisses you deeply with a promise to always love you.

Enjin:

Takes you to lunch and surprises you with a card that has a very sentimental message inside. It makes you cry.

Will take you anywhere you want to do, long drive? Doesn’t matter, he just wants to spend the time with you. Holds your thigh the whole drive.

Got you one of your favorite artists' new albums, signed. Don’t ask him how much it was he won’t tell you. Inside the case is also a Polaroid of both of you.

Semiu:

She takes you dancing, if you have two left feet it’s more dancing lessons. She’s pulling you close and talking to you sweetly.

Takes you to dinner after, something light so you can go to a different spot for a sweet treat. Holds your hand the whole night.

Got you matching brackets, the same gold as her treasure. Expresses that you mean a lot to her, even more than her treasure.

Gris:

Makes you breakfast in bed. Asks Folo for help picking out a stuffed animal. Gives you a full body massage.

Has you pick out a movie and you both cuddle in bed while watching it together. Brought your favorite snacks and drinks.

Gifts you things you need for a hobby of yours. Beads, pencils, paints, crochet hooks, knitting needles, fabrics. Doesn’t matter what the hobby is, he's supporting it.

Bro:

He, Dear, and Guita throw you a very colorful birthday party in the common room. Hand made decorations, the whole nine.

After the kids are set up for bed he takes you on a romantic dinner, your favorite place or one you’ve been obsessed with recently.

He got you a bracelet with the birthstones of the kids inlaid. You also got two bonus handmade gifts from the kids.

Gountess:

Took you to a Too Lily Concert where she made a special shoutout just for you. She even gave you a signed CD and poster.

After the concert he takes you to a secluded area watch the sun go down. Kisses your hand and promises to make each day you spend together memorable.

He got you an engagement ring. He proposes with tears in his eyes, his life was stolen from him for years, he’d be happy to spend the rest with you.

Kyouka:

Took the day off to spend it with you. Expensive dinner spot, whatever you want. Smiling at you tenderly the whole night.

When you return home she’s had the whole bedroom redecorated in rose petals, real ones, and an oil painting of the two of you commissioned from the best oil artist in Canvas Town.

Got you very fancy traditional clothing to wear. It has her family crest on it. Even if you’re not married she’s sure you’ll be the person she spends the rest of her life with.

Tomme:

Takes you to karaoke! A private room just the two of you, a couple close friends if you want. Sings you a love song that reminds her of you.

After she takes you to a couples bath house. You soak in the hot bath side by side. She rubs your favorite scents into your skin and kisses every freckle, scar, or birthmark.

She gifted you a personal poem she stressed over for weeks. It’s written out on a beautiful decorative paper.

Tamsy:

Takes you rollerblading, even if you're clumsy he’s keen to teach you. By the end you’re pretty good at balancing yourself.

Later he takes you to your favorite stores, spoiling you and pointing out things he thinks you’ll enjoy. Tells you to ignore price tags for the day.

Even after spending so much he still has one gift left. Something meaningful. He unraveled a string of thread from Tokushin and tied it around your wrist as a bracelet. Tells you to never take it off as it’s a sign of how you’re his love. Not just to him but to others…

Delmon:

Takes you on a picnic in his garden. Chats with you happily about your week. Thanks you for how happy you’ve made him, helping him move on when he thought he never would.

Continues the afternoon in the garden by teaching you how to press flowers and how to make flower crowns out of dandelions.

Got you a personalized bouquet and tells you what each means though the language of flowers. Also spent a long time growing a large patch of your favorite flower so you have your own favorite spot in the garden.

Mildretta:

Takes you out to the late night food stalls to try new things. By the time you both are done you’re full so full! She thinks you’re cute when you get excited over the stuff you like.

Take you to your favorite clothing store to pick out a new outfit, she has you model them while she wolf whistles and promises you.

“What is wrong with your brother?” Enjin stomps up to you with an irritable expression. You don’t look up from polishing your jinki.

“You mean other than the usual?” You ask boredly.

“Nothing about him is usual!” He snaps, swiping the cleaning cloth from your hand. Clearly he wants your full attention. “And you don’t seem to care at all! Who leaves a kid like that to his own devices? Kid would shit his pants if I told him to!”

Blinking at Enjin you pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. “Are you going to tell him to shit his pants Enjin?” You turn your unimpressed eyes on the tattooed man, emphasizing your question with a waive of your hand. Enjin scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments before ultimately deflating and plopping his butt right next to you.

“You need to get him to stop following me everywhere and asking me what he should do.” The man groans, running his hands down his face. You feel a little bad for the man, Fu has been pestering him a lot. Pocketing your jinki you pat the man’s shoulder.

“Alright big guy don’t go cryin’ on me I’ll talk to him.” You hum sarcastically. Standing up from the steps you turn quickly and startle Fu who is peaking out from the propped door behind the both of you. He startles and almost manages to retreat before you speak. “Come here Fu.” You say pointing a finger at the spot in front of you. Quickly Fu complies and marches up so fast Enjin flinches.

“Buddy you gotta stop tailing Enjin like a lost puppy. I know you think he’s cool but the guy needs his personal time.” You ruffle the young man’s hair with a smile chiding him gently. Fu sweats at the request fumbling with his fingers.

“B-but-! You’re the one w-who said he seemed cool! Like uh-! A s-strong leader!” The kids' eyes dart from you to the floor several times. Your cheeks immediately burn as you feel Enjin’s eyes on you. Sighing and scratching the back of your head, you really don’t wanna deal with how smug Enjin is gonna be about the indirect praise. “Y-you said I could learn a-a lot from him.” Fu has his fists clenched in a determined pose despite his clear anxiousness. Oh good it’s getting worse…

“Yeah, I know what I said.” You manage with a twitching smile, trying to keep your cool. “But there’s plenty of others to learn from too. Gris for example is cool too, and nice. Also the other kids your age. I’m sure they’d like to get to know you better, you can learn a lot from your peers too.” You offer placing a hand on your hip. The boy seems to think on it for a second, even pulls Hii out to mumble something to him. Placing a gentle hand on Fu’s shoulder you bring his attention back to you.

“Fu. We gotta keep working at this, you can make this decision on your own.” You try to keep a firm tone, you can’t baby him or he’ll be vulnerable if something were to happen to you. Given the tension between the cleaners and the raiders your change in loyalties has put a target on your backs. That’s why you wanted him to learn from a guy like Enjin. The man is as kindhearted as he is impulsive. “Who’s the first person other than Enjin or I that pops into your head?” You ask, watching the kid. After a second he raises his hands to more clearly show you Hii who he’s still holding. You groan internally. “Okay, the next-next person.”

“U-uh… Miss Amo…?” He squeaks out finally. His feet doing that little stomping thing he does when he’s feeling stressed.

“Okay so go hang out with Amo for a bit… if she’s okay with it.” You reason. He nods fiercely and you shake your head as you watch your brother stumble back inside to go harass that bossy young girl.

Plopping down next to Enjin again you pat your hands together in a dusting motion. “See? That wasn't so hard!” You flash Enjin a smile before snatching back your cleaning rag and returning to your earlier polishing. The man next to you is silent for a few seconds. You don’t notice him inch closer.

“You think I’m a ‘cool strong leader’?” You can hear his smirk in his tone and it ticks you off. Turning your eyes back to him, your face scrunches at his dopey confident smug look. He even flashes his brows at you for good measure. “Did he leave out a few? Like maybe ‘ruggedly handsome’ or ‘effortlessly sexy’?” His elbow leans on the step above your backs as he splays out on the steps like he’s on the cover of a magazine.

“Yeah he forgot ‘astoundingly humble’.” You deadpan before standing and walking away. Enjin stands too and trails behind you listing more generous compliments about himself.

“What about ‘charming’?” You feel a headache forming. “How about ‘inspiring’?” Inspiring you to beat his ass maybe…

When you finally reach your room you’re quick to open the door and slip inside. As you’re swinging the door closed it rattles loudly against the boot blocking it. You swear you’re going to pop. Pushing in just enough to peak his upper half in he’s grinning wide at you. “‘Jaw dropping-?” You groan loudly before pushing him out by the face. He only laughs and eases up retreating so you can fully close the door.

Enjin can feel his chest squeeze with a giddiness as he strode away from your door. He has a million compliments he could give you but he should probably back off until you’ve calmed down a bit. In the meantime he’s gonna see if Fu can offer up any more details.

~~~

Later that night you were writing things down in your journal when there’s a knock at your door. It’s not Fu’s usual barely there one, he knocks like if he’s too loud about it you'll yell at him. When you open the door you aren’t expecting a bouquet of flowers to be the first thing you see. Opening the door further you find Enjin grinning at you as he gently guides the flowers into your arms.

Before you can ask he’s already talking. “I relied on the kid to figure out what ones you’d like. Had to take him with me so he could point them out.” Enjin shifts his hands into his pocket, smug look never leaving his face. “He also let me know exactly what you said.” He hummed, expression turning more light and admiring.

“You really think I’m a good person huh?” His voice is soft as he leans on the doorway. Your stomach drops a bit as you shift your eyes back to the flowers to avoid looking in his eyes. Taking a beat to settle your nerves you let out a sigh before locking your eyes with his.

“Of course I do. You let us join you when you didn’t have to. I know it was ultimately Corvus’s decision but he puts a lot of stock in your actions.” You turn to place the flowers on your desk and take a seat back at your desk. Enjin follows you inside, closing the door behind him. “It’s not just him either, a lot of the younger cleaners really look up to you. Zanka, Riyo, Eisha, Rudo.” You smile at the man before turning back to the flowers. “If Fu is gonna follow anyone’s example I know he’ll be in good hands. If something happens to me, he’ll be okay.” Your tone is watery as you speak. It goes beyond admiration or a simple crush. You’re scared. You’re not strong like Fu, something Zodyl never failed to mention. Each time you’re away from your brother you’re terrified something will happen, and he’ll be alone. Or worse, when you’re away something will happen to him! Something beyond his control due to his condition; hurting himself or others.

Enjin can feel the shift in your mood immediately and stands to place a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you or Fu.” He kneels to take your now tear streaked face into his hands. The stress inside you finally coming to a boiling point. “I’ve got you, both of you.” He insists. His eyes are determined, they hold a weight behind them. A sincerity that comes with years of never backing down. It’s a promise set in stone. You pull him into your arms desperately clutching him to you like a lifeline. His arms curl around you like a security blanket, his hand pressing your head to his shoulder gently so your tears can soak up in the fabric of his jacket.

“I’ve got you.” He whispers. When he eventually pulls away he wipes your tears with his thumbs. He smiles already thinking about how to cheer you up.

“Man I came here to ask you on a date and you went and got all sappy and snotty on me.” His tone is light with a chuckle trailing his words. Pressing a kiss to your forehead he stands again and pulls you along with him. “C’mon I asked Fu what your favorite spot to eat is, we'll bring him along. We can do the date thing another time.” His hand doesn’t leave yours as the two of you make your way down the hall. “If you’re interested in going on one I mean.” The comment is low, almost a bit anxious. Your fingers tighten around his.

“I’d love to Enjin.” Your voice is warm and light, a clear happiness that makes Enjin’s shoulders ease. Even if you denied the date, he’s just happy you’re feeling better.

(I ended up not really needing to make it fem!reader so I just kept going, idk if I really like this fic that much.)

Corvus is working on documents in his office when the smell hits him. It’s a heavy fragrance, a mix of two scents he knows very well. His mood shifts entirely at the realization. Standing from his desk swiftly he quickly exits his office and makes his way down the hall to his and his partner’s shared room. The smell is seeping out from the door and he can make out the noises of two people huffing and gasping, wet noises of sex easily heard through the wood. It’s a good thing his room isn’t close to the other cleaners or he’d have some awkward conversations later.

When he turns the knob and opens the door he is greeted with the sight of his two loves trying to help each other. You’re currently riding Tamsy fast hands intertwined with his as you pin him to the mattress. Judging by the other man’s harsh flush and gone expression he figured he’s well into the thick of his heat. You are clearly teetering the line yourself based on the smell of frustration lingering off you. If he had to guess Tamsy was probably being a beat and teasing you before you took control.

Feeling his dick straining his pants Corvus allows his own scent to permeate the room. When it reaches you your hits stutter from the effect it has on you. Tamsy whines at the interrupted pace but also turns his face to the door, long strands of his hair sticking to his sweaty skin. Corvus closes the door behind him and lets a deep growl roll from his throat. You pause your hips entirely and look at him with a pout. He only smiles back at you and comes closer to ease your hips up and off Tamsy’s.

He keeps you on top the the other man, just hovering. Unbuckling his pants he sighs deeply and inhales the addicting scents rolling off the both of you. Rubbing himself until he’s fully hard he uses his gloved hand to pull your cheeks apart, exposing your slick hole to him. Biting his lip he presses his tip against it and hisses at the overwhelming heat. Your hole twitches at the feeling and your hips rock back in hopes of helping it slip inside. Leaning over you he grazes his canines over your mate mark making you whimper. Your hips still again not wanting to push your luck and risk him pulling away.

He taps himself against your slick hole a few times before pressing in easily. The stretch of him filling you makes your arms feel weak and you end up burying your face into the blond beneath you’s neck. Your own teeth nip at Tamsy’s mate mark making him moan as his fingers tighten around yours. Your flushed chests are pushed together and rocked with each thrust of Corvus’s hips. Each wet slap swaying your body and making your nipples glide over Tamsy’s, skin slick with sweat makes the nubs easily rub together . Both of you keen at the sensation.

After a good few thrusts the larger man pulls out of you with an audible pop, a gush of fresh slick flowing freely and dripping over Tamsy’s painfully hard cock and thighs. Corvus brings his hands to Tamsy’s hips and helps adjust them higher so he can slip inside him next. Tamsy’s body is even more warm and when Arkha pushes inside it feels like he’s being squeezed in a hot tight vice. Tamsy whines loudly as the other man starts a hard pace. Slipping your hands between your bodies, you take the smaller man’s still hard cock into your hand. Lining him up you help him slip inside and mimic Corvus’s movements. Each time he thrusts in you push back onto Tamsy making the blond feel overwhelmed by the duel sensations.

Tamsy’s moans become rapid and near sobbing as you both work him together. Your mouth pressed over his swallowing his cries and pushing you tongue into his mouth. Arkha feels another growl bubbling in his chest, an instinctual possessive nature cutting into his usual calm demeanor. One of his hands leaves Tamsy’s hip to tug your head back by your hair. Your whine is interrupted by him turning your face towards him and pressing his tongue invading your mouth. Tamsy’s heat addled mind has him dazed beneath you both, eyes half lidded as he watches you. Each deep groan from Corvus and moan from you making him twitch inside you.

Fresh slick slips past where he and Corvus are connected and he can feel himself about to indie your checking hole. With a high pitched loud moan he’s bucking sharply between you, each hard stutter pressing him deeper and harder into your sweet spot. You feel each warm jet of cum filling you as he slows his hips. A male Omega’s sperm can produce offspring in another, however it’s rare. Still you feel a tug in your abdomen, an ache at the thought that he could knock you up.

As you continue rocking against him Corvus releases your mouth to again grace his canines down your bench before sinking his teeth into your mate mark. You clench around Tamsy harshly as you let your mouth go slack with a silent moan. A whine trails the end over it as he peppers kisses over the impression. Letting go of Tamsy’s hands you place them on his chest for leverage, rolling your hips into his faster as you build up to your own orgasm. Corvus can feel the younger man clenching around him as he presses deeper, his knot threatening to push past his tight ring and lock him in place. Tamsy is practically sobbing out moans at the endless onslaught of pleasure, his heat only making each feeling twice as intense.

His cum is leaking out of you with each wet slap of your hips, his own slick pooling on the bedding before him. His cock is still hard inside you aching to cum again and pulsing against your gummy walls. His hands trail up to grip your hips harshly, grounding himself if only a little. You bite your lips as you watch his watery eyed expression on bliss tinge on near painful. He looks almost pathetic like this and something inside you finds it incredibly enticing. With another harsh clench you cum on Tamsy’s cock, eyes snapping shut and thrusts uneven as you stumble out his name along with strained moans.

Corvus can feel Tamsy clenching around him, likely very close to cumming again from how your hole is twitching and pulsing around him. To help Tamsy over the edge a second time Arkha thrusts pointedly into his prostate, each harsh rough thrust making the younger man yelp and sob out moans as he arches off the bed. The punishing pace is enough to allow Corvus’s knot to finally push past Tamsy’s tight hole. With a long groan Corvus can feel Tamsy quivering and hear his moans stall as the blond bites his lip harshly, a crib of blood slipping past his lip. You lean in to lick it away before pulling Tamsy into another heated kiss. Corvus thrusts as best he can while locked to the omega.

When the tight know in Tamsy’s abdomen finally snaps he moans loudly into your mouth. Fingers trailing up to drag long red lines down the expanse of your back. His cum overflows inside you and drips out over his pelvis and thighs as he languidly rocks his hips between you. Corvus can feel himself nearing his end too, leaning over you and pressing his two omegas flush together. When your lips part again Corvus leans in to steal a deep kiss from Tamsy as he finally lets himself go. He cums with a deep groan and shallow thrusts almost bruisingly harsh despite the limited movement. You feel each deep rock as it helps Tamsy roll into you. Tamsy shutters at the sensation of Arkha’s cum filling him, the knot keeping the cum inside.

Being bred during a heat by an Alpha almost guarantees pregnancy to take, especially leader types like Corvus. The thought makes your chest feel full, a warmness and want of a family. It’s be so perfect, if both of you could have pups together. In your giddy state you pepper kisses over Tamsy’s face as he catches his breath. He hums at the feelings and trails his hands gently over your back surveying the marks he left behind. He’ll have to apologize later, though you’ll just reassure him you like them. Corvus sighs as he rests his chin on your shoulder. It’s going to be a long two weeks but there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

It’s nearly eight months since your and Tamsy’s last heat. The smaller man is currently very round from the swell of a pup inside him, possibly two as Corvus insists. Compared to your own rounded stomach you could believe it. But a part of you wonders if the size indicates parentage rather than multiples, maybe it’s wishful thinking. Though Corvus is a very domineering man, you’d imagine he was a large infant himself.

Either way you're very excited. A purr rolls from your chest as you snuggle into Corvus’s side. Your hand glides through Tamsy silk locks as you braid his hair, it’s been pestering him lately with how warm he is all the time. You can hear Tamsy’s own content purr harmonize with yours which makes Corvus chuckle and lean more into you as well.

(I’m gonna change warnings to contains bc it felt rude to put the GN reader as a ‘warning’ I’ll open requests soon so keep an eye out! <3)

(I also combined these two asks as one bc I figured they may be from the same anon, apologies if not and you got a pregnancy jump scare you didn’t ask for…😳)

After his long twenty year confinement Gountess struggled heavily to recover. One thing he did notice that helped was physical touch, after so many years of solitude he hasn’t realized how touch starved he actually was. He first noticed the deep need to be touched when you placed a warm comforting hand on his shoulder. You were the first one of the cleaners to speak and interact with him more as a person than a porcelain doll. You’d constantly hang around and just talk with him, talk with him casually and in some matter of way end up touching him. He treasured each interaction and held it in his heart.

Gountess warmed up to you after a while, smiling more, laughing. But no matter how happy he felt, the terrors always persisted. Most nights his psyche would twist his worries and memories into a horrible scene that would have him jolting awake and struggling to catch his breath. Very recently you picked up on his tiredness and inquired if he’s been sleeping well. Very meekly he tried to avoid your question but you weren’t having it and doubled down, threatening the silent treatment if he didn’t tell you. Oddly enough the man actually welcomed quiet after his confinement and forced surveillance, but it was different with you. He liked your voice.

“I’ve been having nightmares. You’d think at my age it wouldn’t bother me so much but it does. If I try to sleep again after one I end up slipping right back into the same dream.” He explained. Your expression was emphatic and you placed a hand on his knee to comfort him.

“It doesn’t matter the age Gountess, bad dreams really suck and I’m sure yours are… more than bad.” You offer a knowing smile. “Maybe we can figure out a way to make sleeping easier for you. Make you as comfortable as possible so you can drift with a calm mind.” When you remove your hand again he follows it with his eyes, wishing for it to return. When you notice his moment of staring you instantly have an idea spring to mind. Of course! What’s more comforting than having something to hold, or someone holding you?

“Why don’t we try sleeping together?” You ask bluntly. A half second into processing your words Gountess is floundering horribly. Face flushed a deep red and eyes wide. He sputters so bad and quickly you can’t understand him. Then you realize the way you phrased that.

“Oh! Sorry I meant we should sleep in the same bed!” You also feel your cheeks burning. “I think having a body next to you would help and it’s as good a place as any to start.” Explaining it helps you both calm a little but the room still ends up feeling several degrees hotter after that.

~~~

When night falls you make your way to Gountess’s room and knock. When he replies that you can enter you’re eager to actually get a glimpse of the man’s room. Stepping in you notice he’s already in his bed, wheelchair folded and propped against the wall. When you look at Gountess proper you notice he’s reading a book. Stepping up to the other side of the bed you crawl on top of the blankets and shuffle over to peek at what he’s reading.

“It’s a novel Corvus leant me. I can read it aloud if you’d like to hear?” He offers with a smile. You nod and lean into his shoulder while you listen, his chest flutters a bit in response. The pressure your body puts on his shoulder is something grounding, comforting. He reads on for a while before his voice is cut off by a yawn you don’t manage to push down. Chuckling he closes the book and places it off to the side.

“We should sleep.” He reaches for the light on the nightstand and clicks it off, enveloping the room in a quiet darkness. You both get comfortable under the covers and you wish Gountess goodnight before letting a hand rest on his over the blankets. Just an extra reminder that you’re here and it’s okay to let himself fully relax. He lets your hands stay that way as he closes his eyes and drifts off.

It’s the deepest part of the night when you’re startled awake by a shout and violent shifting in the bed. Sitting up fast you can make out Gountess’s shaking form and hear his rapid breathing. Hesitantly you reach for him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He reacts instantly, flinching away like your touch burns him. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s me.” You whisper. Leaning across him you flick the light back on and a warm glow reveals you to him.

He’s visibly sweating and his breaths haven’t fully eased yet. But slowly he recognizes you. When you notice he’s coming around you place both hands on him, tugging him into you as you hug him tight. He nearly shatters at that, sobbing silently into your sleep shirt and clutching the fabric like a lifeline. “God… it never ends…” his watery voice tugs at your heart. When you pull away you press a kiss to his cheek, a soft peck meant to help ease and distract his mind.

“I’m sorry G-“ His lips press over yours fiercely. It’s a sudden reaction, his body moving before his mind. Years of withdrawal from any physical contact boiling over into one impulsive grasping of straws. You barely get a second to react before he pulls away again and starts purposely apologizing. Stuttered and hurried in his explanation you can hardly get a word in edgewise to reassure him that it was okay.

Instead you end up having to silence him in an action that can speak for you. You cup his cheeks slowly and lean in, your lips press to his easily and he stiffens under them. When you’re the one to pull away he follows you a bit, recapturing them for a small moment. With a breaths passing you lean in again, taking the lead and kissing the man with much more intent. Gountess lets his hands wander, each new sensation under his fingers is nearly brand new to him.

His fingers trail under your shirt, rubbing over your sides and hips. One of you hands trails into his long hair while the other rests high on one of his thighs. Each time you two pull apart there’s mere seconds between before you’re connecting again. Wet sounds of kissing and tongues intermingling fill the night air. Soon you’re shifted to crawl into the man’s lap and press yourself against him. He leans into the headboard, hands becoming bolder as he lifts your shirt over your head. With your chest now bare to him he pulls away to take in the view, breathless and face flush.

Leaning in he presses kisses to your collarbone and trails it down to your nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a gentle suction. Your breath hitches and rocks your hips into his in response. Soft moans are his reward so he keeps it up, adding teasing nips and sucking marks on his way to give your other side the same treatment. You can feel him hardening under you, just the fabric of his and your sleep shorts keeping the two of you apart. “Gountess.” You whine as you press harder against him.

Pulling away he locks his eyes with yours. For a moment he needs reassurance. “Is this okay? We don’t have to do anything else. You’re being generous enough.” His words frustrate you a bit, is he implying that you were doing this out of pity? Your hands leave his person as you lean back. Crawling out of his lap he’s sure you’re rethinking your actions. Instead you just pull your pants off before crawling closer again, one hand slides over his bulge as you blink at him with a very heated gaze.

“Do you want me to stop Gountess? I can anytime but don’t think I’m not right where I want to be.” Your fingers tighten around his aching length causing him to groan. His hands clench around the sheets as he bites his lip. But you don’t keep going, you want him to say it, admit that this is what he truly wants.

“No! D-don’t stop please… Please, I want to.” His voice is strained like he’s never been used to taking what he wants. You go easy on him, looping your thumbs around his waistband before tugging his pants down. His cock springs to attention, head lacking and throbbing. The man cringes and turns his face away in embarrassment. Your eyes widen at the size of him, it’s always the quiet ones…

Using your hands you start slowly pumping his length. He shudders at the long unfamiliar feeling. Before long you’re squeezing just slightly and quickening your movements enjoying watching him fall apart. Each whimper and moan makes you ache to have him inside you. Your free hand trails down, fingers tracing your entrance before dipping in. Watching you he bites one of his knuckles and groans, hips bucking into your hand.

It only takes minutes for Gountess to start moaning fast and uncontrolled, bucking into your hand the best he can. You praise him excessively, encouraging him to cum. “You look amazing like this, all needy for me.” You hum leaning closer. “Wanna see you come apart for me.” Your voice is low and sultry. “Cum all over my hand.” Your thumb swipes over the head roughly eager to help him reach his end, hand moving fast between your own legs.

“Hah! Don’t stop!” He whines out through the gasps, one hand reaching to grasp at your wrist. Only seconds later he is spilling over your hand, each heavy pearl of cum running down your hand as you squeeze and pump him through it until it finally stops. He’s breathing is back to shallow as he watches you with tired lidded eyes. You eventually let go of his softening cock to bring your hand to your mouth, licking the remnants off your fingers.

Gountess can feel his body getting tired again, eyes blinking lazily, it’s the first time he’s cum in who knows how long. Seeing how tired he is you decide it’s best to stop for now, there will be time for the two of you to explore this later. For now Gountess should rest before sunlight breaks. You guide him to lay with you again, tucking him into your chest. When his breathing evens and you can hear soft snores with each exhale you smile to yourself.

~~~

In the morning when the man wakes to the warm sight of the morning sun he feels groggy. Rubbing his eyes he notices the slow fall and rise of your chest under his head. Blinking he is quick to sit up, looking down at your still sleeping form, then blinking to the window. He slept? Actually slept until morning? He feels an immense relief fill his chest. He may not have dreamt of anything but nothing was far better than constant terror.

When he hears you start to stir he watches you with a growing smile as you yawn and sit up. Blinking away the remnants of sleep in your eyes you turn to him. “You sleep okay…?” You mumble sleepily only to be cut off by being tugged into a tight hug. Gountess’s arms tight around you as he laughs. Pulling away he presses another firmer, more confident kiss to your lips.

“Thank you.” He says. “You’re amazing.” He hums before pulling you in again, your lips moving together slow, still lazy with sleep. His hands trail over your hips to pull you closer. “Let me return the favor, please it’s the least I can do.” He then helps you reposition to lay your back against his. He has your legs spread open for him while one of his hands works between them. Each thrust of his fingers makes you whine and weakly buck into them. Soft moans slipping past your lips as you press your face into his neck. As you quickly build to your peak you knot your fingers into his long hair to ground yourself. Each breathy moan and clench around his fingers urging him to continue. Your other hand trails down his arm resting on it while he continues.

“Gountess…” you moan into his neck, breathing hot on the skin there. The man just smiles constantly and keeps working you closer and closer to the edge. When your moans quicken so do his fingers, adding another in and curling them against your sweet spot on accident every time. Arching off his lap you press desperately into his fingers as you cum. Your moans are loud as he works you through it, helping you drag the sensation out until you’re breathless. You sink into his arms slowly as you come down.

Gountess knows you two will have to talk about this, figure out what this relationship is. For now though he is happy to bask in the normalcy of this moment that you helped him find again.

Striding down the hall with an irritated expression Tamsy followed the sound of blaring rock music. You’d been with August all day assisting with a new supporter mock up he wanted to work on. That in itself was already irritating. If there’s one thing Tamsy can’t stand it’s the other loud blond’s insistence on monopolizing your time. Tamsy had requested this day off specifically to bask in your undivided attention so naturally he’s going to give the stylist a piece of his mind.

When he barges into the workshop however, the last thing he expected was for you to be splayed out on the workbench. August was working his hand in between your legs with fast and erratic movements. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your breaths are coming out labored, high pitched moans keep coming in between. The excitable man also has your shirt pulled up so your chest is fully exposed. Tamsy can see a mosaic of kiss marks littering your pretty skin which only serves to tick him off more.

Turning off the nearby radio and closing the door with a loud slam he watches the two of you startle. When your teary eyes shift to him at the door you offer a weak waive, clearly exhausted. August cuts in with his loud speaking voice. “Sup Tam-Tam! You came just in time! I was just testing how much sweat resistance this fabric has!” August grins in the other man’s direction, oblivious or uncaring of his sour mood. He watches August pull his fingers from you, making you whine as your building orgasm fizzles. Your back slumps against the sweat slick metal as you try to catch your breath. August has been at it for the better half of three hours, making you cum several times and all just to see how well the fabric whisks away sweat and other fluids.

“You’ve been hogging them, August.” Tamsy crosses his arms as he comes to the other’s side. The other man just grins like he usually would when finding something extremely entertaining.

“Oh yeah?! What are ya gonna do about it?!” His smug tone and daring eyes only dug his hole dealer with the more serious man. Tamsy was quick in his reaction, more than happy to put August in his place.

~~~

“You just don’t know when to shut up do you?” Tamsy’s voice was low, authoritative. August could only whine and make intelligible noises around the thread ball in his mouth. After August got too bold in his teasing, Tamsy had no choice but to use Tokushin to keep him quiet. He also restricted August arms behind his back as well as using threads to secure his thighs flush with the workbench. He stood against it naked and hard, while you were strung up to the ceiling to keep you restrained but still movable. This allowed Tamsy to control your swaying and drive the energetic stylist absolutely nuts by bouncing you back and forth on his cock.

Each slow rock causing August to whine and groan because, while it felt good, he so desperately wanted to move and fuck you like he usually would. At his own rabbit-like pace. Unfortunately for him Tamsy was enjoying torturing him far too much.

“If you want something…” Tamsy whispers close to the other man’s ear. “You should really speak up.” August glared over his shoulder at the scarred man’s smug face. Straining against the threads only served to tighten them more. Tamsy laughed at his misfortune while curling his fingers around the threads securing you. He pulls at them harshly making your hips slam into the other man’s abruptly. You moan out at the quicker intrusion before sighing out Tamsy’s name, begging him to go easy on you.

“Sorry baby, maybe if August was being good you’d be getting fucked properly by now.” His tone is still mocking as he leans his cheek into August’s shoulder. In turn August made more noises hoping to argue with Tamsy’s words but it wasn’t understandable which made him even more frustrated. Tamsy in response just swayed you back and forth slowly, like before. Each slap of your skin to August’s making you moan low as you focus on the feeling of each slow glide of his cock on your insides.

Tamsy is patient unlike the two of you. He’s hard but he can still last a while before he has to deal with it. Right now he’s just enjoying watching the two of you squirm under his control. Every moan and every slick sound of sex is savored, helping him build tension until he can’t take it.

~~~

“Cmon! Put it in already! You’re gonna make them cry!” August is only half kidding, if you wait any longer to finally be able to cum again you might actually start bawling.

“I’m gonna put the gag back on.” Tamsy snaps.

“Ha!” Is all August replies with but he does himself a favor by leaving it at that. After Tamsy finally let him go so they could make you feel good together he wasn’t eager to be restrained again. The position has changed, you’re also unbound and are now being propped up by August while Tamsy traces your entrance with his tip.

When he finally slips in you sigh at the relief and slowly rock your hips down into his. He thankfully doesn’t keep a slow pace. His hips snap into yours eagerly, hands helping you keep up while August lets you rest your back against his chest. The ladder watches closely as Tamsy’s dick disappears into you. He’s biting his lip and fisting his own cock along with each thrust. He couldn’t cum from the slow pace from earlier but now that he’s in control of his own stimulation he’s coming up on that peak fast.

Leaning into your neck he nips at the skin and trails open mouthed kisses along the already marked skin. The younger man has always been the kind to leave marks, Tamsy too, it’s one thing they can always agree on. Your thought is proven correct then you feel Tamsy’s nails digging crescents into your hips. The small bit of pain makes you keen as you stumble closer to your release. “Tamsy, August I’m gonna cum.” You whine out as you struggle to keep your words steady between quick moans. “Please! I-I’m so close!” Your voice devolves into rapid pleas as you close in on your orgasm.

August is happy to give you just what you need and brings his hand down to play with you while Tamsy thrusts even faster. August can even tell that Tamsy is getting close by the expression on his face and the way his breathing comes in fast shallow huffs. Being the giver he is, he also decides to help Tamsy out too. Leaning over you he pulls the other man into a kiss, pushing his tongue into Tamsy’s mouth easily. The overwhelming feeling of you clenching around him and loudly cursing as you fall over the edge distracts the older man and makes him submit to August’s lead in the kiss. His hips stutter as he also finally managed to reach his high, groaning into the kiss.

August leans out of the kiss after and shuffles back, guiding you onto your back again. He starts fisting his cock faster and harder as he replays each moment from the session in his head. Each moan, each blissed out expression. All August can do is let out a choked out moan as he cums in long spurts onto your chest. He thrusts into his hand lazily as he milks the last of it, dripping a bit on your neck and face as he finally finishes. Taking a moment to catch his breath he uses his thumb to wipe his release from your cheek. With an airy giggle he presses his thumb to his tongue with a heated look in his eye before winking at you.

Tamsy huffs as he leans back himself, he’d love to rest against you but now that August made a mess he isn’t so inclined. “You’re actually the worst.” He huffs, pushing his long hair behind his ear with a pout. August just hums smugly at the other man.

“You came when I kissed you. Admit it, you actually liked it huh?” Tamsy is half tempted to string August up naked in the workshop and leave him overnight. Instead he just scoffs and turns his face away. Watching him you notice the tinge of red that creeps up on his neck and tips of his ears. You’d laugh at how cute he’s being if your mind wasn’t still in the clouds.

“Be nice August.” You whisper tiredly as you rest your cheek on the loud man’s thigh. August giggles but relents and starts playing with your hair instead. “Tamsy you wanna cuddle in your room after we clean up?” You ask with half lidded eyes. Tamsy blinks back at you, lips upturning just faintly. Leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. When he pulls away he sighs dramatically. “I suppose the both of you can sleep in my bed tonight.” He’s really not fooling either of you but you’re content to let him believe he is.

Corvus often wonders what kind of god has cursed him with two lovers who enjoy so much to torture him. One one hand he has Tamsy who constantly uses his beauty and charm to demand things from him. And then there you who loves to tease him, make him squirm and actually voice the things out loud he would never say. Combined you two are his torment and his salvation.

Sitting in his office with his head in his hands he regrets the day he approached the two of you romantically. When you had asked him the other day if there was something he’d always wanted to try, sexually, he was thinking it was just pillow talk. Simple exploration of fantasies. Not that you were going to spring the fantasy on him mid day while he’s in his office. Now he’s stuck trying desperately not to make a sound as you and Tamsy take turns reacting his dick like it’s the last meal you’ll ever have.

Tamsy, he’s sure, wasn’t hard at all to convince of this little game you’re playing. It’s a full house at cleaner HQ right now and nothing would make him happier than hearing Corvus struggle through conversation while Tamsy deep throats him. Thankfully he’s managed to stay mostly quiet, mostly it’s been deep breaths and hitches. You did get one small groan out of him when you swallowed around his length before letting go for Tamsy to graze the sensitive pierced tip with his teeth.

“You two are the worst people I know.” Corvus grits out letting one of his hands trail down to weave into Tamsy’s silky hair. Pushing his chair out and leaning back he bites his lip and peers down at the two of you. Tamsy is suckling his tip while you’re gliding your hot tongue along his shaft. Your eyes lock with his briefly before you pull away with a giggle.

“Oh come on, you’ve never been so excited. I can tell by how much you’re twitching in my hand.” You smirk at him and make a point of fisting his length a few times. His eyes squint at you dangerously, you’ll definitely be in for it when the day is done but for now he has to pretend he’s in his office working. If it had been late in the night or in the comfort of your room you’d be face down ass up for your discretions.

Corvus jolts from his thoughts when he feels nails digging into his thigh. Tamsy is clearly unhappy being ignored while Corvus is fucking you with his eyes. With a pop the smaller man released Corvus from his mouth and glared up at his partner. “You’re so ungrateful, two people want to suck your dick and you’re complaining?” The scarred man rolls his eyes for good measure. You take the opportunity and pull the blond in for a kiss, this turns into a full make out as Tamsy quickly dominates the kiss. Your combined breaths and moans stir the ache in Corvus’s abdomen as you eagerly pump him with your hand.

When you two break apart again you’re out of breath. Tamsy, ever the masochist, is quick to guide you to take all of Corvus at once. He presses you to take him down your throat causing you to gag and swallow again around the larger man. Corvus is about to scold Tamsy but before he can you’re already sliding off of him with excess drool still stringing you to him. With a breath you take his cock back in eagerly while Tamsy pets your hair and praises you. Corvus can also see your hand slide up Tamsy’s thigh before slipping into the other man’s pants to work him along with your bobbing.

Corvus bucks his hips when he hears Tamsy’s less composed moans. The leader of the cleaners can feel his composure crumbling as you double your efforts and take him at a quicker pace. He’s teetering on the edge of release and listening to Tamsy moaning is bringing him to that end quicker. With a deep groan Corvus finally lets go and cums down your throat. Each hot spurt of his release is punctuated by small stuttered thrusts into your mouth. When he’s finally finished you pull away to immediately pull Tamsy into another make out session. Corvus watches his tired eyes as you and Tamsy swap spit and cum back and forth.

Your session is getting far too intense to remain under the desk so you quickly pull Tamsy along with you out from under it. Now that you’re both out from under it you take the initiative to push Tamsy to lay down on top of it. Crawling onto it with him you straddle his lap and before shuffling your pants down. Corvus is just watching in awe as his partners just take what they need right in the middle of his office. As soon as you’re both exposed enough from the waist down you’re sliding down Tansy's dick and starting a hurried pace. Tamsy’s hands grip your hips harshly as he keens and moans out how he won’t last. Your other partner watches as you simply swallow the other man’s words with another kiss and continue rolling your hips eagerly.

It only takes minutes for Tamsy to paint your insides as a shuddering mess on the desk. His cum drips from you as you climb off the man and breathe out slowly. Your look almost dazed as you catch your breath. Standing up from his chair Corvus is quick to help steady you as you recover from the intense exertion. Instead of just lulling into his arms though you lean into Tamsy’s sweaty chest and use a hand to expose your still twitching entrance to your larger partner. God if someone were to walk in right now he’d have to resign as leader and never return to show his face ever again.

“Wanna cum Arkha…” your breaths are still uneven as you look back at him with a small pout. “Please.” All it took was you asking nicely and now Corvus can’t seem to bring himself to care if anyone catches you three. With a few pumps he slides into you happily with a Tamsy’s cum helping him glide in easily. He practically mounts you over the surface of the polished wood, pressing your body against Tamsy’s with each harsh snap of his hips. Your soft stomach is pinning Tamsy’s over sensitive cock to his more lean form, causing friction to overwhelm him and push him closer to a dry orgasm. None of you are bothering to hold in the sounds you’re making anymore. Every one of your moans bounces off the walls of Corvus’s office threatening to expose your lude behavior to anyone passing by.

Just like Tamsy it doesn’t take you very long to get there after everything else. You’re squeezing around Corvus like a vice and each waive of overwhelming pleasure has you shaking and clinging to your other partner beneath you. As you’re coming down Tamsy is whispering sweet nothings and more praises at you. Corvus pulls out after the last of your aftershocks dissipate. Not wanting you to keep you two exposed like this on his desk he helps migrate you both to the couch.

“I’ll go grab you two a change of clothes.” He says while tucking himself away and smoothing out his hair. When he makes it to the door and pulls the handle he is surprised by the immediate rebuff of force and glances down to find the door had been locked the whole time. Turning his head to glance in your direction you offer him a sleepy thumbs up as you curl closer to Tamsy on the couch. With a huff Corvus unlocks the door and peaks out into the hall. It’s near dead silent.

“I told everyone you requested mandatory training out in the courtyard this afternoon.” You call from inside the office. With a sigh of intense relief Corvus lips out with a much more relaxed demeanor. When he has fully retreated from the office Tamsy shifts a bit to lay down fully and pull you on top of him. One of his hands rubs your back idly while he stares up at the ceiling.

“Did he share any other fantasies with you?” Tamsy asks, tiredness putting a gravely tone to his voice.

“Mhm.” You hum into his chest. “He warns you to use Tokushin on him.” You mumble with a yawn.

“If the training was ‘mandatory’ why has no one asked after you and I?” He thinks about what you said just moments before Corvus left.

“I told Gris you were sick and that Corvus and I were worried about infecting everyone. They think we’re in bed resting and taking care of you.” You explain causally.

“You just thought of everything didn’t you?” The man laughs and playfully pinches your side making you squeal and laugh against him.

As Corvus is on his way back to the office he hears his voice being called. Turning around he sees Gris jogging up to him with a smile. “Hey boss! You must be feeling okay still. That’s great!” Corvus just blinks at the man for a moment before smiling.

“Yes, I’m feeling fine.” He nods. He isn't sure what to respond with or why Gris thinks his health was in jeopardy but he plays along regardless.

“Good! Hopefully Tamsy will be feeling better soon. Is your other partner feeling okay?” Gris asks. Corvus toes the line of lying and being truthful to his colleague.

“They’re fine, just tired. I have them both in my office so I shouldn’t keep them waiting.” He excused himself and wished Gris to have a good day before being on his way again.