I’m not too proud to beg so can we pretty please see some Porter/Treasure NSFW?
Those goobers deserve all the love and loving they can take.
they honestly do deserve the love, i love love LOVE them.
and i can appreciate a good beg sesh as much as the next person, and so i present to you....
very nsfw ♡
Porter has always held himself with poise and elegance around Treasure. They had noticed pretty early into getting involved with him. Not a single unplanned crease in his clothes, perfectly filed nails, hair neatly styled... as if he's some kind of manufactured doll. Even after their particularly rough nights together... his hair was always dishevelled in a very purposeful way, the beads of sweat that lined his skin looked as if they had been painstakingly arranged to draw attention to the lines and curves of his body.
...and while that drove Treasure sinfully mad, it also made them curious. Curious to see what he would look like not so... put together.
And that very moment comes one night, when they hear a knock at their door.
It's a little past midnight, so it could only really be Porter.
Treasure feels their heart skip a beat, as they pat down their hair and clothes, wipe any crust from their eyes, straighten their posture and click the door open... and what they see has their breath catch in their chest.
Porter is standing there, his head bowed slightly as he grins up sheepishly at the houseowner... well as sheepish as Porter Solaire could possibly ever be. His hair is mussed up, stray tuffs of grass and general dirt stand out amongst his usually neat tresses. He has a pinkening bruise on his left eye, a smudged blood trail from his nose, tainting his teeth that still glint charmingly in the moonlight. Not to mention, his shirt is dishevelled, blood-stained and a button away from showing all his bare-chested glory.
What the hell is this? And why is it hot?
"P-Porter, I--" their words die on their tongue, which is probably for the best, because they have nothing appropriate to say. Which in of itself is extremely inappropriate considering the current situation.
"I'd apologise for showing up at your door in such an unsightly manner, but judging by the way you're staring me down, I think you rather like the show." The sound of the rumbling chuckle he lets out unleashes goosebumps on their arms.
Eager not to let him trip them up, they retort, "what happened to you? You went to see one of your other lovers or something?"
He laughs extra hard. "Please, my darling. I know who I need to come to when I need a lovingly sharp handle on my body." He threads one of his bloody and bruised hands with one of Treasure's own soft and uncalloused one, lifts it to his lips and presses a small kiss on their knuckles. "Your hands are the only ones I trust to truly unravel me."
The deep, syrupy timbre that coats those words is going to unravel Treasure if they don't pull themself together. "Come in, let's get you cleaned up."
They quickly dash to get their extremely makeshift first-aid box that consists of wipes, band-aids and a flask of whiskey, knowing Porter can make himself at home.
When they return, they see that Porter has situated himself on the loveseat, his legs apart and his head thrown back against the chair, exposing his beautiful neck. Treasure doubts they would survive as a vampire, necks are just too delicious looking to resist in order to protect covert. Or maybe, it's just Porter's neck that's risk-it-all-able.
He straightens up when he feels their presence, or when he's had enough of giving them a show.
Treasure straddles his lap and gets to work on cleaning his face.
"So what did happen?"
"I had a job from William about a House in a neighbouring town over, and let's just say they were not particularly happy about having an uninvited guest over at such awkward hours." Porter's fingers drum out an unknown beat on Treasure's thighs. This would be almost domestic, if they weren't picking leaves and dirt out of his hair right now.
"I thought vampires were supposed to heal faster than most."
"Definitely, it was a lot worse before I arrived here," Porter flashes Treasure an impish grin. "But a lot better than the state I left most of that House in; some of my finest work if I do say so myself."
They snort, with a roll of their eyes. "Take off your shirt, I need to see if you have anywhere else that needs cleaning."
"Of course." Expertly, he makes quick work of the shirt, before gently laying it on the arm of the seat. "Is this a good enough peek?"
Treasure's finger slowly and lightly trails over the deep purple bruises that are slowly but surely losing their violent colouring.
"You don't have to be so gentle, Treasure, I'm not delicate. You know that." His teasing smile falters a little, after seeing the slightly downcast expression that crosses their face. He slides his hand against their cheek, sweetly coaxing them to look up at him. "What is it? Is something wrong? It doesn't hurt, I promise."
They smile weakly up at him, "I know... it's just that... I wish I could bruise you up too... just a little."
Porter stares at them for a beat, then he bursts out laughing to the point of even wiping tears from his eyes. "And here I thought you were concerned about my well-being."
Treasure's face heats up with embarrassment, "I do! I do care about your well-being!"
"But seeing me beat-up is a lot more appealing, am I right?" He smirks up at them, with a smug raise of his eyebrow.
"Porter~"
"Kidding, my Treasure," he sighs out pleasantly. Looking very deeply into their eyes, he says, "my body has been immortalised in the state it was when I turned, nothing can change it, at least permanently... but you know what can change? My mind, my heart.... my core. It burns and sparkles whenever I'm around you. You may not be able to understand how I feel, but if you'd allow me to show you--"
They don't need any more prompting; they lean closer to him.
Porter presses his lips against Treasure's and he instantly feels the other kiss back. He exhales through his nose, feeling his whole body loosening up from what feels like euphoria being shot into his veins. Treasure kisses back with an equal rhythm; slow and sensual, trying to keep themself from melting into his lap.
Soft sounds fall between them, Porter's hands tighten down on Treasure's thighs, and in turn, their hand tightens on his cheek. Hard. He can feel how much they want to make an impact on him, his poor, naive Treasure.
Once their tongues slide against each other, fog instantly clouds both their brains. Treasure forgets about their prior embarrassment, about the smell of blood and dirt, and they focus on the cool heat rolling off of their vampiric boyfriend and the explosion of pleasure that blooms from feeling his tongue.
Their hips begin to roll against one another. Porter grinding up and Treasure moving down against him in calculated strokes. Porter's hips lift off the couch to meet every movement, little noises of satisfaction echoing deep in his throat.
Above him, Treasure is quickly becoming a hot mess. Their face is scrunched in a combination of arousal and concentration as they focus on kissing while also angling their hips just right to give both themself and Porter some relief from the torture.
Treasure tries their best to remain in control, digging their nails into Porter's shoulders, cheeks, hair... but ultimately, it's no use.
Succumbing, they let all their weight fall against Porter, leaving no space between them as they grind together.
Soft sounds turn to throaty, frenzied moans. Their mouths are all over each other. Ears, necks, shoulders, lips, jaws. No place on their faces is left un-kissed, bitten or licked. They grind into each other, fast, unwavering. The heat of their bodies becomes damp with their mixing arousal, wet and slick as they glide together, kisses of fire lighting up their bodies with each motion of contact. Screw being put together, when you can indulge in your pleasures like this.
Treasure, impatient, gets up and shimmies out of their pants, before attacking Porter's too, tossing the pair to an unknown corner of the room.
They get back over him, taking his cock in hand and sliding it against their own heat. The dark, stormy look in his eyes makes them feel like an absolute deity above him.
"This body," Porter leans forward and whispers into Treasure's ear. "It's yours. It belongs to you."
And as promised, taking control from Treausre, he gives himself to them, completely sliding his cock into their warm and desperate body. They instinctively dig their teeth into his shoulder, wanting him deeper inside. A delicious moan rips itself from his throat, as he arches his back. A shiver ripples through him as his eyes threaten to completely disappear into the back of his head.
"D-don't move until I tell you," Treasure's breathy voice says to him, donning him with the greatest punishment of all.
"Anything you sa-AH!" His voice soon pools into needy moans as they start clamping down on him, squeezing harder after each release. A deadly rhythm.
Porter tries to steel himself, but this mental fortitude is something he was never trained for. Treasure certainly doesn't help things by biting into his shoulders and quickly soothing the bites with quick kisses. This is going on for so long, he can almost feel his mind breaking... until--
"Move--"
And that's all he needs.
Porter starts off, with slowly deliberate strokes up, holding Treasure's hips in place. He's just as stubborn as them and fully intends on making them suffer like they had done with him a few minutes prior.
Treasure, however, has other plans. They raise themself up to their knees, before slamming down on him particularly hard. A sharp gasp of pain and pleasure is drawn from Porter's lips. That sole noise sends a white-hot searing strike to their abdomen, and it energizes them forward. They continue to bounce on his cock, watching gleefully as he throws his head back, glistening lips parted and allowing moans to slip from them like hopeful prayers. His eyes flutter as he stares up to the heavens.
They pull on his hair yet again, forcing him to look at them. His eyes are unfocused, until they fix on Treasure. It's such a powerful feeling watching them snap back into concentration the moment he catches sight of their face. He also wants to see what he does to them. He wants them to know how beautiful they are.
The next few kisses they exchange can only be described as messy and sloppy, mirroring their Treasure's own thrusts as they feel their whole body unspool above Porter. They don't stop themself though, they continue drawing more and more moans from their lover until his cock, throbbing wildly, spills out in searing hot spurts, completely coating Treasure's insides.
The pair continues to kiss, unable to do much else as they tremble and shake from pleasure, holding each other close enough to keep steady.
They bask in the afterglow, soft and comforting pats to each other's skin, as their breathing slows down in sync.
"You've left your mark on me, Treasure," Porter murmurs, his voice hot against their cooling skin. "Everyone can see it, I hope someday you will see it too."
