#project starfish

UNEDITED EXCERPT FROM MY HEARTSTOPPER FIC

inspired by this gif which will also be at the end

Rick shoved the costumed "hero" back with enough force that Chris's shoulder blades sounded against the concrete. Fingers trembling with urgency, they both fumble at belt buckles and zippers, the metallic sounds echoing in the damp chamber. Weapons scattered and tactical pants tangled around ankles, abandoned like the mission parameters they'd both sworn to uphold. Chris's cock jumps upward—thick, flushed an angry red at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft like tributaries mapping some forbidden territory. Eyes wide and with a weak laugh escaping his throat, Flag wraps calloused fingers around the impressive girth. "Careful with that, Colonel" Chris quipped, arranging himself with a sly smile, muscled arms folding behind his head as if he were lounging poolside rather than sprawled half-naked in an enemy facility, "it's loaded."

Flag rolled his eyes, ignoring the idiot. Instead spitting into his palm and wraps his hand around Chris's cock, slicking it with deliberate strokes. His thumb circled the sensitive head, pressure just right to pull a strangled noise from deep in Chris's throat. Without a word, Rick positioned himself above, thighs bracketing Chris's legs closed, only the sounds of their harsh breaths filling the concrete chamber. Sinking down in one fluid motion, jaw and hole clenching at the burn. Both men grunt—whether from pain or pleasure— it's indistinguishable. Chris's hands flew up instinctively, fingers digging into the soldier's hips and ass, trying to slow the merciless pace. Rick ignores the attempts at control, grounding himself with a hand on Peacemaker’s chest, nails clawing at his dove of peace as he grinds down relentlessly until the initial sting truly melts into something that makes his spine arch and his vision swim with heat.

a few moments later...

“You gonna come again for me, hero?” Rick mutters. His hands were everywhere, one tormenting Chris’s cock, the other teasing and caressing him all over; making Chris see actual static and bring him close to another finish.

"‘Peacemaker’—what a joke..."

"You’re gonna beg, aren’t you?”

"Yes!" Chris was past pride. “Pleasee~” he cry's out, and this time it wasn’t a dare. It was a capitulation, salt-sting and sweat and humiliation blooming like a poppy in his chest. The stimulation giving him a high he's never felt. "Please... let me cum again Colonel"

And that's all folks 😈

stay tuned tho as the full fic is 3.1k words so far😛