#sintrick

the mere drop of tone had been setting fox’s nerve’s alight for ages now, recognising it and immediately stoking the flames within his gut, sending goosebumps across his skin. mercury’s voice had always sounded nice to fox, a nice pitch with a raspy quality to it that made it distinctive. but used to growl at him like that when mercury was aroused ? it never failed to become intoxicating. that had been one of vulpes’ first impressions of him, that mercury fucked like he fought — hard and aggressive, but this state had so much more nuance to it now that he knew the wolf was capable of more. some part of mercury was a born fighter, and that was present in the way he loved too, the way he needed to be clawed into and desired in the only way fox knew how ; unequivocally. it sent a shiver up his spine thinking about how easily that particular growl could make fox’s willpower turn to mush, how once upon a time dropping that tone amidst beacon’s hallowed halls meant shoving mercury up against the nearest available broom closet.

oh   ?   he hadn’t noticed that when he was still in beacon. he’d been coming to that realisation a lot lately, that the way mercury behaved in comparison to the smarmy, antisocial shit he’d been as a “ haven student ” had affected all aspects of his life. it had been hard for someone so intrinsically honest like fox to understand, this burden of living a constant lie. he’d come to realise that even tousled in the sheets like this mercury had been a completely different person, even if he had had those seconds of clarity, a few relieving moments without a mask. fox had been noticing it break away, bit by careful bit, the more time they spent together. it was different, having those feelings out in the open. mercury’s confession hadn’t technically been returned yet, but it was hard not to think of the looming emotions, the sheer daunting nature of the statement “ i love you ” when the wolf was like this, someone so naturally guarded in a moment of trusting vulnerability, just for him. it excited fox in more ways than he could fathom.

teasing and frustratingly spiteful as fox could be, he had always been a pleaser, pausing languid thrusts to place his free hand against mercury’s neck, not quite squeezing but just enough to feel his pulse in turn. the way he growled out mercury’s name had been in low, raspy octaves in the shape of a smile against lover’s flesh.   ‘   love the way you beg,   baby.   ’   another roll of hips, pleasure arching like lightning down his spine. the skin where mercury had lain canines sparked, making fox falter and groan, retaliating by upping pace. freeing mercury’s neck, fox shifted weight so that one could grip to mercury’s hips with almost bruising urgency, torquing hips and growling into wolven neck.   ‘   keep talkin’.   love feelin’ the way you writhe all desperate on my cock,   listenin’ to that pretty voice stutter ‘n’ moan.   ’   he could feel the way mercury’s body reacts, was always taking note of the every reaction to his words, his sounds, his actions. the hand on mercury’s hip rose up to lay over chest, heartbeat, and he wondered how he hadn’t noticed before, how fucking good sex was without that imaginary barrier between them, clear as day when he could feel mercury arch that beautifully.

‘   good boy.   ’

how fox indulged in pleasures had once been considered hedonistic, at least, enough so to prompt a good - humoured eye roll from teammates. fox barely crossed the threshold from one night stands to friends with benefits. he didn’t date, and he most definitely didn’t fall in love. it wasn’t as if he wasn’t open to the idea by any means, but the right person never came along, hadn’t taken the time to invest in him. for so long he’d just been a temporary pleasure, and he’d been fine with that. sleeping with mercury once the wolf had been open to the idea of something that wasn’t rough, and fast, and impersonal was a taste of something different. mercury kept coming back for more, and fox, naturally, had kept giving. that was a facet of him that never changed ; the want to be wanted, to be needed, to be someone’s safe space and to be relied upon. mercury, who needed no one, but wanted fox made him feel special. for someone so starved for the adoration, he’d eaten it up. fox gave, and gave, and gave, and that had been enough.