#bottom!poe

A03 link.

Pairing: Ranpoe

Additional warnings: top!ranpo+bottom!poe, t4t!ranpoe.

Terms used to describe anatomy: cock, dick and hole

Enjoy.

Poe hadn't thought much when Ranpo burst into his office, holding a cardboard box and claiming that he had a surprise.

Now, if he knew what Ranpo had planned, he would have waited before so readily agreeing to using some machine to fuck him stupid.

"That might be a fun idea, y'know," Ranpo states thoughtfully, like he's not actively taking Poe apart piece by piece, running a hand down his back as he shakes. "Seeing if you can solve a mystery while I pound your brains out. I'd bet you could make it maybe… half of the way there before you cum."

Poe whines low in his chest, trying to twist his hips away from the steady pressure filling him up with heavenly vibrations. It's almost perfect, but the plastic rearranging his guts was nothing compared to Ranpo's cock.

"Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying at this point?" Ranpo mocks, tangling his fingers in Poe's sweaty locks and pulling. Poe can't stifle the whine that falls from his lips or stop the tears that trail down his cheeks. Ranpo's sadistic gaze graces his blurry vision, and he chokes on another sob.

"Awh," Ranpo laughs, tugging Poe's hair again. "Poor baby, this machine fucked your brains that good? Too stupid to answer me?" He drops his grip, and Poe's forehead hits against the bedsheets with a quiet moan of relief. Ranpo hums and Poe barely manages to lift his head in time to see Ranpo grip his restrained wrists and pulling.

He gasps as the new angle forces the fake cock deeper into his hole, ramming slowly against that special spot that makes him see stars. "I asked you a question," Ranpo murmurs against his neck, sucking crude marks against his pale, flushed skin. "C'mon, baby boy, answer me. Unless you're too stupid to answer me at this point?"

Poe swallows down another moan, another desperate sound as Ranpo cranks up the speed of that damned machine. Right. The question, Ranpo asked him… asked him..

Ranpo ducks his head, trailing kisses down his neck as Poe struggles to answer. "I— ah, I don't—"

"Fuck— ah, Ranpo! Yes, Y-yess," Poe gasps as Ranpo tugs at his sensitive chest, thoughts scrambled beyond recognition. "Yesyesyes— Yes, I'm— I can't— so good, Ranpo, Ranpo, I— please!!"

Ranpo laughs cruelly, hands gently cupping Poe's cheek for a moment before his grip tightens and he tugs his mouth down. The kiss is all tongues and teeth and it does nothing to distract him from Ranpo slowly increasing the pace of the toy until it reaches maximum speed. He pulls away to watch Poe come apart for a few moments, smiling like a sadist as Poe jerks and writhes in an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

The sensations cut off suddenly and he whines so desperately it forces the air from his lungs. Ranpo silences him with a kiss as he pulls the toy from his hole, shoving him to lie on his back before reinserting the toy. "There, you'll get what you wanted in a second, I just wanted to—" He cuts himself off with a groan as he settles down, straddling Poe's thigh. "Y—yeah, that's good."

Ranpo adjusts for a moment, slowly rocking his hips back and forth and grinding his cock down onto the flesh of Poe's thigh. He groans as Poe whines again, snatching up the remote for the fucking machine with a pout. "Shit— You're that desperate for cock, huh? Well, here, let's see how long you last." He grins, thumb brushing over the button that will renew that wonderful sensation.

All at once, the sensation resumes. Fast thrusting, strong vibrations right where he needs it most, Ranpo laughs at the fucked out expression on Poe's face, sucking a mark right over the sensitive bud of his nipple. Poe throws his head back, moans and cries spilling from his lips like a waterfall without his consent. Ranpo resumes his grinding, hands settling on Poe's hips for stability. "Ran— Ranpo," Poe begs frantically, hips jerking and grinding down on the plastic dildo fucking into him quickly. "Can't— ngh!! Can't hold out fo— for much longer— ah!"

"Yeah, yeah, just— agh, fuck— let go, baby, I'll look after you." Ranpo groans, his own movements speeding up as he draws closer to his own orgasm. Poe whines, twisting his face to hide against the bedsheets.

His orgasm crashes into him, body convulsing and writhing in pleasure as he cums and falls somewhere soft and safe and floaty. Above him, Ranpo thrusts his hips once, then twice, before he falls over the edge himself, mouth dropping open.

He stills as his orgasm runs through him, head tossed back in a silent scream before he crumples like a puppet with cut strings. His breath brushes against the flushed skin of Poe's shoulder for a moment before he lifts his hand shakily, running his fingers through Poe's hair. "Alright, you can rest now," He murmurs, eyes shut. "I'll look after you."

Poe takes a deep breath, shakily lifting his hand to wrap around Ranpo's shoulders before he passes out.

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Poe wakes up hours later, eyes fluttering open with a quiet murmur. Ranpo peers over him, carefully swiping a cool washcloth down his neck and chest. "Go back to sleep, Ed," Ranpo whispers, smiling softly. "We'll talk in the morning."