#sm.ut

“Morning.” You mumbled after a while, receiving no response from the fleet admiral. Instead, he lifted his cigar up to his lips to puff on the toxic stick. He also let go of your hair and instead casually placed it on his stomach. 

You sighed and sat up but winced at various body parts that were more than sore from last night. Next to you, you heard an amused huff at your reaction and you shot him a glare from over your shoulder. 

“You should be glad you’re a devil fruit user. Otherwise, I’d fuck you up just the same.” You mumbled under your breath and started inspecting your body for any major bruises. 

“I’m pretty sure this wouldn’t change a thing, Y/n.” he mocked. 

Another half-hearted glare in his direction only made him shake his head with the tiniest of grins and you decided to not press it any further. 

Your eyes widened at the angry red imprint on your side that looked suspiciously like his hand. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t burn me to death just because you got too excited.” You reprimanded him annoyed but he ignored your comment. Instead, he placed his free hand on the other side without the handprint and let it heat up as well. 

“Fuck!” you hissed and jerked away from him, climbing onto his lap to get away from his hot hand. “Are you crazy?!” You turned around to look at him, straddling his lap with your legs and an angry look on your face. Sakazuki tilted his head to the side, his hand finding your side once again but he refrained from heating it up again.

“Maybe that was a hint for you to leave.” Pissed, you wanted to get up and really just leave as he had “suggested” but you felt the weight of his hand holding you down on his lap, commanding you to stay where you were. So, you didn’t move.

He lifted his cigar back up to his lips but before he put it between his lips you reached out and grabbed his wrist. Confused, he looked at you. Your hand slowly let go and instead took the cigar between your fingers and took it out of his hand. Sakazuki let you and watched as you instead put it between your own lips and puffed on it. The taste was not really pleasant and you twisted your mouth in slight disgust. 

“How can you willingly smoke this?” you ask. Sakazuki didn’t reply and reached for the cigar again but you pulled your hand away. With a challenging look you moved the cigar towards his bare chest, stopping only inches from his skin. The fleet admiral didn’t stop you but his expression hardened.

“I want you to think hard about your next move.”

“Wouldn’t it only be fair if I got to burn you as well?” you replied, the burning end of the cigar still hovering over his chest. 

“Life isn’t fair.”

You swallowed, contemplating on the possible outcomes. You really wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine but there was still his hand on your hip, dangerously warm. 

You sighed and removed the cigar from his chest and stubbed the cigar out in the ashtray. 

Sakazuki hummed contently and put his other hand on your hip as well, caressing your warm skin with his calloused palms. You looked up at him and put your hands on his chest, slightly moving them up and down before your placed them on his shoulders. 

You lifted your body up and pressed it against his, your breasts being squished between your two bodies. Your head leaned forward and you started to follow his chest tattoo with your lips. Sakazuki’s hands slightly traced your back and butt, squeezing it now and then. 

You panted against his skin, pressing your body closer against his. Your mouth moved up his chest, over his collarbone and to his strong neck. You breathed in his musk. Paired with his gentle massaging your butt your felt how your core got wet and your body heated. 

You whimpered against his skin when his hands started massaging the back of your thighs, kneading the soft flesh and inching closer to your hot core. 

Your kisses on his neck go more heated in return and you started letting your teeth graze over the sensitive skin on his neck and your heard him take in a sharp breath as a response. 

You stretched your body a little bit more to reach his ear, your warm breath ghosting over the shell of it. Your hands moved over his chest, his stomach and grazed against his stiff member. “You like that?” you whisper into his ear. He could hear your grin in your voice. 

“Don’t get too cocky.” He growled and gave you a sharp slap on your butt. 

You gasped in surprise. Your body started to rub against his, your hard nipples appreciating the friction. Sakazuki grabbed both your ass cheeks and spread them apart, then resumed to kneading them, this time stronger. 

His beard scraped against your face as you started kissing his jawline. You felt his jaw tense the closer you got to his mouth and also his hands stopped caressing your ass. Uncertain, you stopped and looked up at him, his face extremely close. Your body longed for him and you had the urge to feel his lips on yours. And why would it be wrong? You’ve had sex plenty of times before so what was one kiss? But back in your mind you knew that a kiss could be much more intimate than simple sex. It’s been an unspoken rule between the two of you that there was no kissing involved. Kissing was something reserved for lovers and your were….fuck buddies. But still…

Your lips moved closer to his, feeling his breath against your skin. You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of permission. 

“Don’t.” he mumbled, his lips almost brushing against yours. The smell of the cigar on his breath is fogging your mind and his voice is somewhere in the distance. 

He should push you away. He is the older one and he has a responsibility not to behave like a horny teenager. You shouldn’t kiss him. You shouldn’t want to kiss him. But here you were, mere inches away from his own lips, your eyes longing but also unsure. He can see the internal fight you’re currently having with yourself and he hopes the reasonable voice in your mind will win – because he knows he won’t stop you.

“Why not?” you hear yourself ask, your lips inching closer to his until they brush against each other. Your lips are parted and you’re waiting for his response. But he doesn’t speak. 

This is the sign for your to throw all remaining doubts over board.

You place your lips against his; they’re firm and warm yet inviting and surprisingly gentle. Your heart starts hammering in your chest and there are a million butterflies going rampant in your stomach. 

You are hesitant when you start moving your lips against his, thrown off guard when you notice that Sakazuki is not reciprocating the kiss. Your heart sinks into your stomach; what’s going on? Doesn’t he want this? 

You open your eyes and look right into his harsh eyes which are staring right back at you. Oh no! Your body runs. Is this bad? This must be bad!

You want to retreat from his lips, the horror plastered all over your face. You know you messed up. You know you should’ve listened to the small voice in your head! He told you not to! He will be mad at you! He will yell at you! He will-

His firm lips capture yours in an intense kiss that takes your breath away. His hands press you against his body, his nails digging into your skin, while his lips move against yours. 

You are completely thrown off guard by his sudden action and are stunned. 

You hear yourself whimper when his gently nibbles on your bottom lip and you start moving your lips in tandem to his. 

His lips move precise and purposefully against yours; there is no unnecessary movement, no sloppy tongue. You try to get your tongue between his lips but he won’t let you. But that’s fine. Your body is on fire and you let him feel how horny you are by grabbing his wrist and leading his hand between your legs where your dripping pussy desperately waits for his touch. 

His fingers brush against your wet core and he growls against your mouth excited. His thick fingers rub against your folds before he inserts two. Your core clenches around his digits and you moan pleased, moving your hips against his fingers. 

Sakazuki places his lips against your neck close to your ear.  

“Fucking slut.” He growls and inserts a third finger, spreading you to his liking. You moan again, your fingers finding support on his shoulders and your nails dig into his skin und his skin breaks and a little bit of blood starts running down his chest. 

“Shit!” you hiss, felling how your orgasm is rapidly approaching. You want to push him away, trying to remove his hand from between your legs to prolong the nearing climax but Sakazuki won’t let you. The fleet admiral grabs both your wrists with his free hand and pulls them above your head while his other hand pistoles in and out of your dripping pussy, wet sounds mixing in with your unhinged moans. 

“Fuck!” you curse, throwing your head back and pressing your eyes shut. Your mouth hangs open as you desperately gasp for air, face red and sweaty, a few strands of hair clinging to your skin. 

“C-cumming!” you moan, biting your lip in anticipation of your orgasm. 

Sakazuki leans forward, his teeth nibbling at your jaw.

“As if I’d let you cum.” His voice is dangerously sadistic and your brain processes his words not fast enough. Otherwise, you could’ve prepared for his fingers retreating from your pussy, leaving you hanging and frustrated. 

Your eyes snap open and your head shoots forward. Angrily but also desperately you glare at him. 

“Don’t stop!” you pant, your arms wriggling in his iron grip. Sakazuki lifts his free hand that is covered in your juice and holds it in front of your lips. “Suck.” He orders and you open your mouth willingly. You taste yourself on your tongue as it swirls around his digits, licking up every last drop of your slick. 

With an audible plop he retreats his fingers from your mouth before wiping them dry on your breasts. 

“Please….!” You look at him desperately, wiggling your ass a little to maybe encourage him. Sakazuki leans forward and kisses your lips hard and longing, even biting at your lips again until he suddenly turns and brings you underneath him, his hand still holding your wrists but now pressing them into the futon below you. 

“Please what?” he asks, his eyes boring into your own, making you feel small and vulnerable underneath his big man. 

“Fuck me.” You press out, adrenaline rushing through your veins. His grip around your wrists tightens and a displeased look is on his face. 

“Please, fuck me, Sakazuki sama.” You breathe out, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. The fleet admiral smirks at you before letting go of your wrists and grabbing your hips tightly, lifting them up until your body is aligned with his dick. You look up at him, your position kind of awkward because of the angle you’re lying on the futon. 

Sakazuki looks at you for a moment, then he presses the tip of his dick into your dripping core and then pressing further and further, stretching you almost uncomfortably until he is completely buried inside you. A long and guttural moan is pressed out of your lungs and you grab the pillow behind you for support. 

He thinks about giving you time to adjust but then decides against it, coming to the conclusion that he’s already spoiled you enough. He starts with slow but intense thrusts, letting you feel every inch of his hard cock; and you love it. Your eyes are pressed shut, enjoying what he is doing to you. His fingers are gripping your hips hard, pulling you closer with each thrust.

Your legs are stretched wide apart to fit him in between them and you are generally unable to move, let alone move away from him if you wanted. 

Sakazuki leans forward, pressing your lower body closer to you upper to get a better angle. He picks up his pace, his hand moving from your hip to your tits and squeezing them in the process. Another moan leaves your mouth and you arch your body against his touch, trying to move against his thrusts but it’s just not possible so you let him manhandle you. 

His hand moves from your tits to your throat and he closes it tightly around your neck, squeezing your windpipe shut. You try to gasp for air but to no avail, your hands instinctively claw at his larger on to loosen his grip but he is unforgiving.

Not long after does the lack of oxygen go to your head and you feel high. His dick inside of you feels more intense and Sakazuki seems to notice it as well since he slows down and lets you once again feel every inch of his hard dick which keeps rubbing against your walls. 

You open your eyes to look up at him, his lips slightly parted but otherwise having himself under control. Your lips form the word ‘air’ and you hope that he grants you the much-needed breath of oxygen. Sakazuki waits a little longer until panic starts to settle in, then he loosens his grip and you take in a long and deep breath of air but let it out right away through another loud moan he draws from you when he changes angles again in his dick presses against your special spot. 

“Shit!” he hisses when you tighten around him and his grip around your throat tightens reflexively again. You watch him close his eyes for a moment while he starts pounding into you before he opens them again to look at you. 

You watch your breasts move in tandem to his thrusts and how his massive dick is forced in and out of your cunt over and over again. 

Soon, this familiar tingling inside of you makes itself known again and you know that you’re close. 

Your legs twitch at the feeling that becomes more and more intense with watch thrusts, your body tenses and relaxes to cope with how quickly your orgasm is approaching. Sakazuki notices it as well. For a moment he considers denying you this one as well but he does not have unlimited time and he knows you need to leave soon. 

“You wanna cum?” he asks, stopping his thrusts for a moment, his dick still buried deep inside of you. Your walls are clenching around him, trying to force him to move but he doesn’t budge. His hand lets go of your throat and instead he places it right next to your head on the futon. 

Your eyes are red and watery due to the lack of oxygen but you know exactly what you want.

“Please let me cum, Sakazuki sama.” You whisper, biting your lip seductively. The fleet admiral presses his lips into a thin line and his hand clenches into a fist when he starts ramming himself into you, pressing you even further into the mattress while he fucks you into oblivion. 

You almost scream at this onslaught of his member and your orgasm hits you hard. Your whole body tenses, your toes curl, and your back arches from the futon. You throw your head back and let out one last long and loud moan while you cum hard around the older man. 

Sakazuki grunts in response, feeling how your pussy is trying to milk him and he is tempted to just let you squeeze him dry but he can’t do that. 

The small voice in his head forces him to pull out at the last moment before he unloads on your stomach and your tits, his cum covering you almost completely. 

He keeps his eyes closed for a moment to compose himself again, then he looks down at your wrecked form. 

“Fucking brat.”

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He wa already fully dressed and ready to go when you came out of the bathroom after getting rid of all the evidence of your morning session. 

He threw your clothes right at you, urging you to hurry since he had to go. You silently got dressed without complaint and then stood before him. 

“You’re not getting a goodbye kiss.” Sakazuki simply said and you huffed. “Why would I want that?” you retorted but internally not being completely against it. 

“Good. Just so we’re clear. This will never happen again.” He said and you rolled your eyes. You already knew this spiel and he always caved when you came back. 

“Sure. Whatever you say.” You turned around and walked towards the window. For a moment, you contemplated turning around one last time but decided against it. Instead, you just lifted your hand and gave a half-hearted wave goodbye. Then, you were gone.  

Sakazuki watched you disappear, not moving for a moment as if he was frozen in place. Then, he reaches for the den den-den-mushi on the cupboard.

“Borsalino, there might be a rouge pirate at Marineford.”

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The marine caught you by surprise and you were completely unprepared. You tried to get away from them but there were simply too many and you had to surrender. Now, you were led towards the big navy headquarter with its prison cells underneath the building, ready to be shipped off to Impeldown. 

First, you had no idea why and how they found you but realization hit pretty quickly when you heard admiral Kizaru speak into his den-den-mushi.

“You were right, Sakazuki. There was a rouge pirate running about Marineford.”

Of course, you thought to yourself with a bitter smile on your lips. Would’ve been too good to be true.

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“Do I wanna know why you knew there was a pirate running around HQ like this?” Borsalino sat on Sakazuki’s sofa in his office while the fleet admiral stood at the door, looking at the endless ocean. 

“You don’t need to know, Borsalino.” Sakazuki simply replied and with that the conversation was over for him. 

He felt weirdly dissatisfied but he dismissed it with the fact that he would simply miss having sex with you. This whole situation between you two was purely physical, nothing more. The kiss this morning was simply a slip-up and he just got carried away. It would never happen again. He would never see you ever again. Was it the right thing to have you locked up for the rest of your life?

Yes, absolutely. There was nothing wrong about locking up a criminal. He had his fun but if he kept this going this whole situation would simply cloud his mind and he couldn’t let that happen. 

Was it selfish to lock you up for the rest of your life?

Probably. But Sakazuki has never been known for being particularly selfless. 

He was the fleet admiral, after all. He didn’t get this job by being considerate but by being ruthless. And he would not change just for some good pussy.  

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Thank you for reading and staying with me all these years! I hope you enjoyed this whole story and I'm sorry not really for the not so happy ending. It just seemed right and fit Akainu's personality. He just seems like the type of guy who puts the marines over everything else.

Well, thanks a lot again!

“Try me,” Daithi snapped back. “Ye think ye know me so well, hey? T’en just tell me what ye’re issue is and I can do somethin’ about it!” 

He watched the man stop still, sharp angry eyes shooting to Daithi where he seemed to weigh up his chances. “Fine,” he snapped and Daithi barely managed two steps back before Tyler had him, hands gripping his shirt in fists as he shoved the lanky man back against the wall. 

A picture frame fell and shattered. 

Tyler crashed his lips into Daithi with no hesitation, knocking their teeth at the force and drawing a rough grunt from the Irishman. Then, with one hand on Daithi’s jaw, Tyler tilted their heads and locked their mouths and fire erupted all throughout Datihi’s veins. 

He was pinned there with Tyler’s body, mouth pressing hard into his, tongue dipping in and claiming territory. Daithi didn’t know what he was doing until both of his hands were in Tyler’s hair and he was sucking needily on the American’s tongue. A thigh pressed between his legs. Hands bruising his hips. 

The reality of the whole situation crashed over him; Tyler’s anger, the awkward airs between them, the looks he received that he mistook for hatred. He couldn’t stop the curl of his smile and yanked roughly on Tyler’s head until the American drew back for a breath. 

“Seems kinda simple t’ me,” he remarked, smile with. Tyler snarled but the light and relief in those beautiful blue eyes didn’t go unnoticed. 

“God, for once in your life, please, shut the fuck up,” he muttered before pushing back forward and memorising the taste of his frustrating friend. He pressed his thigh up and Daithi rolled his hips down into the contact, moaning into the eager mouth on his. Tyler’s hands were already moving, no patience as he yanked down Daithi’s fly and slipped a hand into his jeans. 

Daithi broke the kiss to gasp out a moan and Tyler’s grin could be felt against his throat. 

The white noise and heat of a shower was the perfect interlude to work after pushing through a 12 hour run with only a few short breaks. And in the snow. He was ever grateful for the thermal pads, and timefall shelters. But this... was bliss.

He turned from the spray and let it pound his shoulders, head hanging forward. 

Saaaam. The porter sighed and ignored the strange tug on his mind.

“Oooh Saaam.” With a pop of chiral energy, Higgs was suddenly inside the shower with him. Sam startled back, hitting the wall of the shower, and Higgs lunged to pin his there, forearm across his chest, one hand pinning the fist he suspected was aimed for his face. “No, no, no Sammy.”

How did he always end up in situations like this? Sam wondered that distantly as he turned his head up to the hot spray of water from the shower head.

“Higgs, goddammit,” he growled quietly, but he was exhausted, and didn’t fight. “The hell do you want?”

“Hmmm,” he leaned in, that little rat-like grin on his lips, eyes narrowing. “I wanted to play, Sam. Play with you.”

Chiralium tar was dripping off of Higgs’s body and sam felt claustrophobic and trapped. His skin rose in goosebumps and he shivered. “No. Dunno what your playin’ at, but get the hell out.”

“No? But Sammy, I wanted to give you some relief.” He pouted, and his gloved hand slid from Sam’s fist up his arm, down his side. Sam bared his teeth at the touch, a mix of panic and an undefinable desire tightening his chest. Wanting sex was hard when you had issues like this, dammit. Discovering Higgs wasn’t a hard no was also a revelation. That hand followed the line of his hip down, the glove’s rough texture raising more bumps on his skin, “Still no? Hmm?”

Sam sucked in a breath through his nose when he finally touched his cock, he made a sound of protest but... Higgs brought his hand up and tore off the glove with his teeth, letting it splat to the floor. He returned to the waking erection and raised a smug eyebrow.

“Ooh, Sammy,” Higgs sounded gleeful at the sight of Sam trying not to react to the hand on his cock. “You look rather good like this. Naked and wet.”

He traced his tongue up from Sam’s collarbone to his jaw, tasting old sweat and the hot shower water. His hand moved painfully slow; up, a thumb over the head, dragging down, tighten around the base, Sam felt himself throb with each pass. He breath was coming fast, a combination of panic and excitement. He had to do something if he didn’t want to just stand there and be used.

He grabbed the arm that pinned him and shoved, his other hand closed on the opposite shoulder and he reversed their positions. Higgs, still fully clothed, hood and all, and a naked Sam, pinning him by the shoulders.

“Ah, so you do have some bite left in you,” Higgs jeered quietly, grinning and reaching for his cock again. Sam grabbed the hand and twisted it up against the wall, above his head. Not easy, given Higgs was taller than him. “Oh? Have something different in mind, Sammy boy?”

“Maybe I do.” Sam jerked him forward and shoved again, throwing Higgs’s balance off and pushing him to the floor of the shower. Higgs’s ass slammed to the ground and head bouncing off the wall. He grinned devilishly up at Sam. Sam glared blankly back. “If you’re gonna do it, do it right.”

Sam flipped the hood off of Higgs’s head. Higgs was tall enough even sitting to be the perfect level for the job. Higgs yanked off the other glove and put his hands on Sam’s thighs, urging him closer. As soon as the head of Sam’s cock touched his lips, he opened his mouth and took him in. Sam grunted his surprise and how willingly he took him, and groaned when he sucked him nearly all the way to the base. Sam threaded his fingers through Higgs’s now-wet hair and clenched his fingers around the back of his head, the other on the wall to steady himself.

“Fuck, Higgs,” he muttered lowly. Each pass Higgs was sucking a little harder, he felt himself hit the back of that throat, and the noises Higgs was making when he pulled back enough to breathe... 

Higgs’s hands cupped his ass, he pulled back and gasped out, “fuck my mouth, Sammy.”

“Jesus,” Sam breathed, and this time, Higgs sucked him all the way down, swallowing around the head and groaning as he pulled back. Sam put both hands on higgs’s head and and yanked him onto his cock again.

“Fuckin’ taken it,” he growled and rocked his hips slowly at first. Higgs’s face was red, covered in water pouring down their bodies, and his whole body trembled as Sam fucked his face. Once, just for a moment, Sam pulled out and watched him, stroking himself for a moment. “You get off on this.”

“I fuckin’ do,” Higgs rasped, and palmed his cloth covered erection. “Keep fuckin’ my face, Sam. Please.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, Higgs sucked him down once more and Sam thrust in earnest this time, abusing his mouth. Higgs’s fingers massages his balls, and sought out the cleft of his ass.

“Don’t you fucking do it,” Sam warned, thrusting harder, yanking his hair. But Higgs did it anyway, pushing at Sam’s hole with a finger, feeling it give. Sam gasped and his body jerked. Higgs didn’t stop, curled his finger and searched. “Fuckin’ bastard.”

Sam pushed his cock all the way in, and held onto higgs’s head, forcing him to stay that way. Higgs fought him, throat swallowing desperately around the cock shoved so deep. But he pushed that finger into him again, jerkily, and found his target.

With a loud groan of surprise, Sam’s hips buck and his was coming hard, catching himself on the wall to keep from staggering. Higgs pushed back and gasped in a painful breath, and let Sam’s cum splatter his face. Higgs was moaning pathetically, hand on his crotch as he bucked his hips against it. His back arched and he shuddered, eyes on Sam who had his cock in hand, milking himself through the high.

“You’re fuckin’ filthy, Higgs,” Sam panted, shaking his head. 

“You loved it, Sammy boy,” Higgs replied, confidant even through the rough sound of his thoroughly abused throat. “And I’d let you do it again. Might even do more, but that’s a secret.”

His thoughts started spiraling downwards no matter what he tried to do, so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even hear Tyler enter his apartment, only heard his name being called out allowing him time to put a quick smile on his face as Tyler joined him in the living room.

Quickly he tried to shove the now wrapped box and the wrapping paper under the table in front of him but judging from the look on Tylers’ face he already knew something was up.

In order to try and distract the other man he quickly got up off the floor to hug him, his previous worries being put to the back of his mind when Tyler kissed his temple before pulling him close.

He relished in their hug for a moment longer before he leaned back to bring the other man into a kiss. Tylers’ hand was quick to trail up his body to cup his cheek, angling his face so that when a tongue probed at his lower lip he happily allowed the taller man to deepen the kiss.

As Tylers’ tongue explored his mouth one of his own hands came up to cup at the other man’s cheek, his thumb gently rubbing against his cheek as he changed the angle of their kiss just slightly so that Tyler could have better access to him. All while his other hand slid under the other man’s coat to loop around his waist, bringing them ever closer as his hand then began to wonder under Tylers’ shirt to rub at his back and hip.

Too soon they had to pull away for air, but one quick breath of air was all they gave each other before diving in again, taking their time to become reacquainted with one another as their hands now began to roam freely across each other’s bodies.

Eventually, Tyler pulled back from him slightly, smile wide on his face as he looked down at him.

“Hello to you too”

He just hummed in reply as he leaned up to press their lips together again, however, Tyler only allowed him a few small pecks before he pulled away entirely to take off his coat, which he quickly threw onto the back of the couch.

“Tyler, your coat doesn’t belong there now does it” He folded his arms a little to try and make himself look a little more imposing, but the other man only chuckled as he placed a fleeting kiss against his temple before collapsing onto the couch.

He still stood there, arms crossed, but Tyler paid no mind to it, instead he leaned his head against the back of the couch to look back at him, a smile on his face as he patted his lap signifying him to come and join him.

“C’mon Ry, I haven’t seen you all week, can’t we make out a little before you have me doing chores”

The fight in him lasted all of a second before his arms fell lax at his sides and he lowered his face to try to hide his smile as he made his way towards the younger man.

He’d just gotten in front of Tyler, where he’d intended to lean down for a final kiss before sitting beside him, but Tyler had other ideas. He felt an arm loop around his knee and suddenly he was being pulled, helpless but to let out a shout of surprise as he practically fell on top of the other man.

Whilst he was trying to regain his bearings, hands maneuvered him until he was sat in Tylers’ lap, the younger man’s hands now palming at his ass whilst he leaned forward to kiss him. He melted at the touch, having missed Tyler far too much than he wanted to admit, and by the way Tyler held him painfully close, how he’d only be given a second’s respite to catch his breath between kisses, the other man felt the same.

Any qualms he had about Tyler not wanting to move in with him were crushed to dust as the younger man began to grind his hips up against him, and on exhales when they weren’t kissing, he would whisper about how much he’d missed him.

He broke away from the kiss, ignoring Tylers’ quiet whine, which the taller man would later deny, to begin kissing his way along the other man’s throat, placing small nips here and there and feeling some smug satisfaction at the breathless moans Tyler would emit.

“Work alright this week?” He felt more than heard Tylers’ hum, but he didn’t have the chance to probe further before a rough hand pulled him away from the other man’s throat and an instant later he felt lips crashing into his.

He let out his own hum of approval as Tyler quickly took control of the kiss, his tongue entwining with his own and quickly making him breathless. Even though his lungs were screaming for air, he was more than happy to keep kissing the man in front of him, so when Tyler started to pull back from him he eagerly chased his lips, earning a chuckle from the taller man before they parted.

“Missed havin’ you around Ry” A soft smile graced his face as he looped his arms around the other man’s shoulders, losing the edge they once had as he began to gently card through his hair and leaned in to gently press their lips together.

“Well then don’t be away so much”

Tyler just huffed a laugh as he pressed their lips together again, the other man’s hands fell back down to his hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing patterns just under his shirt.

“You have a good week? What were you wrapping?” He squirmed a little at the questioning, not wanting to present Tyler with his proposition just yet, but the smirk that then graced Tylers’ face told him he’d given away the game. “Was it something for me?”

“Might be, but it’s a surprise so don’t try anything”

“Well I’m here now, why can’t I have it yet?”

He just huffed as he leaned forward to bury his face into Tylers’ neck, mostly so that he could keep the taller man fixed to the couch and not go searching for it.

“I have a whole plan set out and I’m not gonna have you ruining it” He felt Tyler huff a laugh before he felt fingers start to poke into his sides and he couldn’t help but squirm in place to try and escape the touch.

“You know I’m going to get that present whether you want me to or not” Tyler exuded confidence at the statement and whilst a small part of him wanted to just give it to him and be done with it, another part wanted the challenge.

“Okay” He let out with a sigh, noting the slight flicker of victory flash on Tylers’ face, but he had to lean in quickly to kiss him to hide his smile as he thought out his plan.

The other man seemed none the wiser, having thought he won, Tylers’ hands held tight onto his hips whilst he kept control of the kiss. Slowly he began grinding down onto Tylers’ lap, the other man giving him a hum of appreciation into the kiss, and when he deemed that the other man’s guard was down he pulled away entirely, moving off of Tylers’ lap so that he was now stood in front of him.

He saw the somewhat hazed look in Tylers’ eyes, giving him a small smile before he turned and crouched to retrieve the small gift from its place under the table. When he stood back up he fiddled with the box a little until Tyler once again patted his lap signifying him to return.

He gave a look to Tyler before a bright smile crossed his face and he quickly ran from the couch, all he heard was a curse from the other man. He was intent on running towards the bedroom, but he didn’t make it that far before Tyler crashed into him.

Despite the impact, he surprisingly managed to keep them both upright, but it then became a battle trying to keep the box away from Tyler, whose larger size gave him an advantage when he tried to reach around to try and grab it.

It wasn’t long before they ended up on the floor of the hallway, he was currently trying to hunch in on himself and hold the box close to try and keep it away from Tylers’ prying hands, but it did little to deter the other man.

The taller man simply curled around him, and under different circumstances, it would be suggestive of something else, but he had to put that thought to the back of his mind, no small feat given that Tylers’ was currently grinding against his ass with every movement they made.

Not to mention how Tylers’ face was alongside his so that his breath would ghost across his neck, and it was a mission in and of itself not to shiver at the contact. Whether Tyler knew of the effect he was having he wasn’t sure but he stayed intent on his mission to keep the box from him as best as he could.

Despite everything, he was doing a good job of keeping the box, no matter how Tylers’ hands would poke at his sides or try to worm through his arms to get to it. At least that was until the other man instead looped his arm around his shoulders and then sat back on his heels, taking him with him.

The new position had his legs spread wide as he straddled Tylers’ lap, the man’s arm held firm around his waist, keeping him seated in his lap. With his free hand, the younger man still tried to reach for the box and he tried to keep it out of said reach, his movements, however, caused him to unconsciously grind against Tylers’ dick, which he felt had become a lot more interested in their antics.

For a moment he toyed with the new position, purposefully grounding down and in a way he knew would drive the other man mad, as shown by Tylers’ thrust to meet his movement, but other times he purposefully tried to keep his hips away to tease the taller man.

It wasn’t much longer that Tyler had started thrusting against him and from the muffled moans behind him it was clear that he had other thoughts on his mind.

He jumped a little when he felt lips pressing against his shoulder, but ultimately he gave the man access to his throat, soft kisses quickly turning into harsh bites that were sure to leave their mark days later as he continued to tease the other man.

He had thought himself of having the upper hand, but before he knew it the box now being held loosely was snatched from his hand, his shout of indignation was contrasted with Tylers’ whoop of victory and he was quick to lean back forcefully, causing both of them to topple back to the floor.

Tylers’ hold around his waist had grown lax in their fall, so he quickly turned around to try and snatch the box back from Tylers’ hand.

Gradually he moved further up the taller man’s body in an effort to pin him down and allow him better access to try and obtain the box. His determination allowed him to somewhat ignore the prods to his side and sure enough, he was able to force the box from Tylers’ hand, the wrapping paper almost ruined with only a few pieces holding it together.

Without a thought, he threw the box forward, towards the living room, and tried to get up to be able to chase after it. However, it was easier said than done as Tyler was quick to grab him, easily holding him back so that he could go ahead instead.

Still they fought each other to try and get ahead, now crawling on the floor to try and reach out and grab it, only their movements would constantly knock it further away. He’s sure he could hear the tearing of clothes at some points, but he can’t bring himself to care at the moment.

Currently they’ve found themselves with Tyler on his back, trying to break free of the hold he’s managed to pin him in. In the back of his mind, he knows the taller man could easily break through the hold and that he was just humoring him now, but he still appreciated and took advantage of it all the same.

He was currently stretched across Tylers’ front, sitting in the man’s lap that had started to buck against him in an effort to throw him off, but given the ever-growing tent he could feel in the front of the other man’s jeans, he knew otherwise.

Eventually, they both gave up the fight for the box, instead intent on having as much contact as they could with the other. Tyler quickly rolled them and instinctually he wrapped his legs around the other man’s waist, giving the man better access to grind their still clothed dicks together whilst their hands moved fervently against one another.

Lips crash into his and he’s sure he tastes blood, but he’s too caught up in a tongue forcefully exploring his mouth and Tyler moving against him, his thrusts having gotten somewhat sloppy, but it still wasn’t enough.

He begins tugging at Tylers’ shirt, the other man quickly sitting up to discard it before he captures his lips again. He’s just started trying to remove his own shirt when he feels Tylers’ hands against his own and soon the other man is tearing through the fabric to expose his chest to the cold air of the room.

He can’t help but moan at the action, at the physical display of strength, eagerly he pressed them even closer together and continued to moan wantonly into their kiss as Tylers’ hands moved across his chest.

Tyler then stopped kissing him, chuckling darkly as he leaned further down to take one of his nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting at it leaving him helpless but to pull at Tylers’ hair, begging for more.

“That was my favorite shirt you know”

He felt the hum of laughter from Tyler who quickly pulled off of him.

“Cry me a river bitch” Was all he said before taking his other nipple into his mouth to give it the same treatment as the first.

He couldn’t help but thrust his hips up, eager for some kind of friction, but was met with nothing but air as Tyler began to move further down his body.

He hated how constrained he felt still in his jeans, but when he reached a hand down in the hopes to at least get some relief, Tyler quickly grabbed a hold of it and pinned it above his head, his other hand quickly joining it.

Tyler now loomed over him, a devilish smirk on his face as he leaned forward to brush their lips together.

“Keep your hands here okay, they move and I’m gonna stop what I’m doing” He could only nod his head, moaning a little when Tyler leaned forward to kiss him properly, but it was only for a moment before the other man was pulling away.

He watched with bated breath as he saw Tyler begin to crawl down his body again, predatory eyes never leaving his as he craned his neck to glimpse at him beginning to mouth at his dick through his jeans. He swears at the warm mouth on him, glad for the contact, but it’s still not enough.

He holds his breath as Tylers’ mouth moves towards the button of his jeans and in one quick movement the button is undone quickly followed by the pulling down of his zipper, and he can’t help but moan at the site.

He lays back down when he feels hands beginning to tug his jeans down, and he can’t stop his hips from thrusting upwards when his dick hits the cold air of the room, but finally free from its constraint.

His jeans are barely below his knees before Tyler gives up in favor of reaching a hand forward to grab the base of his dick, stroking it a couple of times, and all he can do is bite back a moan as he feels the warm air of Tylers’ breath against his tip.

It then becomes a challenge to keep his hands above his head as instructed, wanting nothing more than to reach a hand down to pull at Tylers’ hair and have the other man begin to suck his dick, instead all he could do was clench his fists tightly, his nails biting into his hands in an effort to avoid temptation.

He closed his eyes as Tyler began to mouth at the base of his dick, biting his bottom lip in the hopes of not letting the other man know of the effect he has on him just from the small action.

“Look at me Ry,” He still didn’t look up in an attempt to keep his composure as he knew what sight he’d be greeted with, his dick twitching in Tylers’ hand just at the thought. “Babe, you have to look at me otherwise I’m just gonna leave you here”

The threat worked as he quickly craned his head to glimpse Tyler still between his legs, looking like the cat that just got the cream. He watched through half-lidded eyes as the other man slowly licked all the way up his dick before sucking the head into his mouth, his tongue licking at his slit and he couldn’t help his small thrust upward as a silent plead for more.

Tyler simply laughed around his dick, giving one last swipe of his tongue before he pulled off, but before he could protest the loss, cold air was blown across his dick, leaving him helpless but to moan as it twitched in anticipation.

He half expected Tyler to put him back in his mouth, knowing the other man enjoyed sucking him off far more than he’d care to admit, but instead he started biting at his thighs.

Red markings were quick to litter the insides of his pale thighs, but too soon Tyler pulled away from him and he could feel his face beginning to get flush as the other man examined him.

He looked up to see Tyler knelt over him, his jeans undone so that he could stroke his dick as he watched him, and he couldn’t help but squirm at the sight.

“I think it’s time you showed me a little love, don’t you? I’ve missed you so fucking much,” He just nodded as he eyed the other man’s dick, unconsciously licking his lips as he did so, but still he stayed where he was, earning a small huff from Tyler. “My dick’s not gonna suck itself Ry”

He just laughed a little as he trailed his eyes upwards so that he could meet Tylers’ gaze, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

“You told me to keep my hands here” He laughed a little as Tyler rolled his eyes before the taller man leaned back over him to place a quick kiss on his lips.

“Smart ass,” He watched how Tyler crawled further up his body until the other man’s dick was teasing at his lips, one of Tylers’ hand having come to rest in his hair whilst the other grabbed the wrists of his hands he still held above his head.

He decided to give the other man a similar treatment to him by blowing on the tip of his dick a little and giving it a few licks here and there, and from the grip that tightened in his hair and around his wrists, he knew he was driving the other man crazy.

Just as he saw Tyler begin to open his mouth, probably to tell him to stop being a little bitch, he leaned up and took as much of Tylers’ dick in his mouth as he could, a loud moan falling from Tylers’ mouth at the action.

It was rather an odd angle, meaning he could only comfortably reach about halfway down the other man’s dick, however, Tyler soon rectified that, changing the angle of his hips slightly and slowly moving them to allow him to take the other man all the way to his base.

He’s thankful when Tyler gives him time to adjust to the dick now pressing against the back of his throat, trying to do his best to breathe through his nose and put aside the slightest feeling of gagging around the length.

He felt tears sting his eyes and he looked up to see Tyler looking down at him, a gentle look on his face as the hand in his hair moved to his face to wipe away a tear that had fallen.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful Ry, I ever tell you that?” He just hummed around the dick still in his mouth causing Tyler to let a mix of a breathy laugh and a moan.

Still looking up at Tyler he gave a final hum as he moved his tongue a little along the underside of his dick. The other man looked at him then as if asking for confirmation, and with a final small nod Tyler began to slide his dick out of his mouth before quickly thrusting back in.

From the harsh grip on his wrists, he knew Tyler was doing his best to restrain himself from outright fucking into his throat, at least for now. Even with the grip still on him, he tried to move with Tylers’ thrusts into him and eventually the other man began fucking into his throat with abandon, all he could do was lay back and let the man do as he pleased.

Occasionally he would hum a little or suck a little harder as Tyler kept thrusting into him, constantly changing how his tongue would move along the man’s dick, causing the man above him to let out a litany of moans and swears.

He’s sure he can feel the other man’s dick get even harder, and the way Tylers’ thrusts grew sloppy he knew the other man was close to reaching his orgasm.

He looked up at the other man and was met with piercing eyes staring back at him and suddenly Tyler was pulling out of his mouth entirely, swearing as he tightly grabbed a hold of the base of his dick.

He could see the struggle in the other man’s face as he tried to hold back, but he then decided to torment him a little further by leaning up to give a couple of small licks to the dick resting just above his face.

Tyler let out a long groan as he kept an even tighter hold of his dick before angling it so that the tip of it was pressed against his lips, and he couldn’t help but try and suck it back into his mouth, earning a strained chuckle from Tyler.

“You want me to paint your face, Ry?” He’d be lying if he said he’d heard what Tyler was saying to him, all he knew was that the man above him was about 3 seconds from coming and he was trying to do everything in his power to make it happen “Maybe later, yeah? I’ll paint your whole fucking body with my come and make you look so fucking hot, you want that?”

He just hummed an affirmative but then Tylers’ dick was pulled away from him and he couldn’t stop his whine at the loss, not until lips were pressed against him and a tongue eagerly met his.

He was caught off guard when he felt a hand wrap around his own dick, which had been neglected for a while now, eagerly thrusting up into the hold only causing Tyler to laugh into their kiss.

“But first I’m gonna fuck you into this floor and make sure all your neighbors hear how fucking needy you are for my dick” Before he could properly start to thrust up into the grip around his dick Tyler got off of him entirely, standing up and away from him to discard his jeans.

Tyler then left him, and from the sounds just on the other side of the couch, he’s sure the other man is rummaging through one of the drawers under the table in search of their lube. He decides then to take the initiative and removes his own jeans and pants entirely, throwing them off to the side as he lay back down, and Tyler came back into view.

He doesn’t know why they stayed on the floor, the couch at least would’ve been at least a bit more comfortable, but then Tyler’s leaning over him again and coaxing him into a kiss and he can’t find it in himself to complain anymore.

He heard the click of a bottle and opened his legs a little wider to better allow the other man to move between them whilst he kept Tyler’s lips pressed against his.

He snaked a hand between them to loosely grab onto Tylers’ dick and started stroking him gently, the action earning him a moan and a gentle nip of teeth on his lower lip.

He broke apart from Tyler to let out a breath of air when he felt the first finger begin to press into him, squirming a little at the intrusion before the other man began to pepper kisses across his jaw.

He was just about to ask, more likely plead, for more when a second finger began pressing into him, and he couldn’t help but clench tightly around them as he shut his eyes.

After a moment Tyler began to move them, slowly at first but he quickly increased the pace and it wasn’t much longer before he was moaning when the fingers hit his prostate, earning a small chuckle from the taller man who then leaned back down to kiss him again whilst he continued fucking him with his fingers.

He couldn’t help his gasp when a third finger was slowly pressed into him, the action allowing Tyler to slide his tongue into his mouth and entwine with his own as he tried to relax. He then felt a hand on his own dick and let out a breathless gasp as he gently thrust up into the hold.

It’s not long after that Tyler begins to pump the fingers inside of him, sometimes achingly slow meaning he has to try to thrust down onto them to chase his pleasure or hard, sharp thrusts that hit against his prostate and make him unable to do much else but shout out his pleasure.

He somewhat regained his composure when Tyler leaned away from him to sit back on his heels, examining him with a predatory gaze, the intensity of which had him averting his eyes as his face grew red at the attention.

That didn’t last long as the other man proceeded to do a series of sharp thrusts with his fingers, hitting him straight on the prostate before coming to a still. Tyler then began to gently move the tips of his fingers against that spot inside him, sending what felt like a jolt of pleasure straight through his body that quickly overwhelmed him.

“You’re just so fucking needy for me aren’t you babe,” All he could do was let out a whine as he ground himself down against the fingers inside him, pushing them harder against his prostate. “I could just fuck you like this, have you coming with only my fingers and I bet you’d still be begging for my dick afterward as well”

He tried to reach forward to grab onto Tyler, wanting to pull him close so that he could bring them into a kiss and leave his own markings down the other’s back, however, he was only met with air, and let out small keen at the rejection.

Apparently, Tyler felt some sort of sympathy for him as he soon felt lips press against his, but it was only for a moment, and a hand on his chest made sure he couldn’t chase after him when Tyler moved away again.

“Please Tyler…I need,” Tyler suddenly gave a sharp thrust of his fingers causing him to let out a gasp and cutting off any other train of thought.

“What do you need” He was too distracted to give an answer, and it was only when the fingers inside of him stopped their movement completely that he could form some upper though. He opened his eyes and stared back at Tyler, making sure there were no qualms about what he wanted.

“You, I need you Ty, plea-“ He sentence was cut off from Tylers’ lips crashing into his own, and he was quick to wrap his arms around the taller man, pulling him close against him as his hands trailed up and down the other man’s back.

“I’m here Ry, but you haven’t told me what part of me you need”

He didn’t hesitate when he gave his response “Please fuck me Tyler, I’ve missed you so much, please…” His hand moved to tangle in the other man’s hair, pulling him closer to connect their lips again, unconsciously letting out a sigh into the kiss.

“Good enough” was murmured against his lips and slowly the fingers inside of him were removed, all of a sudden he’s then moving, hands on his hips are turning him onto his stomach and a slight tug from Tyler has him on his knees whilst his head rested against his forearms on the floor.

The thought of carpet burn ran through his mind and he’d just turned to look back at Tyler to try and talk him into moving to the couch before lips collided with his and then all other thought goes completely when he feels the tip of Tylers’ dick begin to press into him.

Tylers’ lips stay fixed on his own as he gradually pushes into him, letting out a drawn-out groan until the other man was fully seated inside of him. The taller man then began to slowly start kissing up his jaw and then down to the back of his neck, gentle hands rubbing soothing circles into his hips as he adjusted, Tyler now curled around him similar to how they’d been before when they were fighting.

With a hushed murmur, he tells Tyler to move, slowly at first but it’s still enough to knock the air out of him.

“I’m not a fucking piece of porcelain Tyler, I know you can fuck me better than that” The other man only gave a chuckle next to his ear, the dark tone of it suggesting that he was getting more than he bargained for, good, he hadn’t seen Tyler for over a week and he sure as hell wanted to make the most of it.

“You’ve asked for it now” Is the only warning he gets before the grip on his hips get tighter and Tylers’ pulling out of him only to slam back into him, unable to stop his moan as the action is repeated and the other man sets a brutal pace for fucking into him.

He’s quickly biting on his lip in an attempt to keep back his moans, he tried to lean up a little bit to snake a hand down to his own erection, but Tyler’s front is pressed against his back like a rock, preventing him from moving too much.

A sudden sharp thrust against his prostate has him crying out, earning a pleased grunt from Tyler who then makes a concerted effort to hit that spot inside him with every thrust of his hips.

He turned his head slightly, glad when his silent request was met when Tyler pressed their lips together, the other man’s tongue quick to start its exploration of his mouth as he swallows down his moans.

He pulls away slightly to give the other man a lopsided smile, a challenge clear in his eyes.

“Is that all you got? All that whining you did about missing my ass and you’re barely even fucking me properly” A slight growl in his ear was the only warning he got before he was being lifted off of the floor to sit back in Tylers’ lap, the other mans dick getting impossibly deeper inside of him causing the both of them to let out a groan.

“Why don’t you have a go then if you think you can do better, show me how much you missed my dick”

He wasted no time in moving his ass, however, the fact that he had nothing to brace himself on meant his movements were limited. Thankfully Tyler was quick to notice this and quickly moved them so that he was facing the back of his couch, wasting no time in resting his arms on the top of the backrest before he began riding the taller man.

From the feel of it, Tyler seemed unsure what to do with his hands, going from rubbing against his back to grabbing his hips to thrust a couple of times up into him before moving them to his ass, pulling his cheeks apart so he could presumably watch his dick pounding into his ass.

He was beginning to feel pleasure coil his lower stomach, getting stronger with each hit of his prostate, so he increased his movements, now chasing eagerly chasing after his orgasm, but that was when Tyler pulled out of him entirely.

He let out a somewhat frustrated sigh at the loss, turning his head around to throw an accusing look back at the taller man who simply stood up before he reached down and lifted him up as well.

He had to brace himself against the couch for a moment given how his legs were shaking, but Tyler just palmed his ass one last time before moving to sit on the couch, and as before, he patted his lap to signify him to take a seat back on his lap.

“Why’d you move? I was so close you bastard”

“It was for your sake old man, could hear your knees creaking when you were bouncing on my dick”

“Well fuck you then, you don’t get my ass or my gift now” He threw a patronizing smile towards Tyler before he walked towards the long-discarded box, leaning down to pick it up and shaking his ass a little for the eyes he knew were watching him.

“Do not make me chase your ass through the apartment again”

“Didn’t take you for someone who gave up so easily Tyler”

“You can tease me all you want later, but right now I just wanna be with you Ry” He just rolled his eyes at the sentiment, knowing it’d be the closest he’d get to having Tyler beg for him, so without much thought he headed towards the couch, quickly putting the box onto the table before straddling Tylers’ lap.

“You gonna make me do all the work again?”

“Well you were doing such a good job before”

“And then you ruined it” Tyler just chuckled as he leaned forward to quickly press their lips together

“I’ll make it up to you” He smiled as he kissed the other man before leaning up on his knees, and with some help from Tyler positioned the other man’s dick over his entrance.

“I’ll hold you to that” and with that he began to sink down onto Tylers’ dick, grinding his hips a little when he was fully seated before he was riding him again, moving his hips as fast as he could to try with hands clutched tightly on broad shoulders, to chase his release.

He increased his pace somewhat when he felt Tylers’ nails biting into his hips indicating his own struggles, but he decided then to torture the other man as revenge for having left him on the floor earlier, he stopped moving immediately except for the slow grind of his hips.

The effect was immediate, the hands on his hips gripped him harder so that he knew he’d be left with bruises whilst Tyler just growled out his displeasure, any attempt the taller man made to get him moving again was met with failure, which only widened the grin on his face.

“Who’s ruinin’ the fun now?”

He leaned back a little, only hitching his hips up and down a little, but the movement was enough to have Tylers’ dick constantly rubbing at his prostate, but he knew the other man was far from getting the relief he wanted.

“I’m quite enjoying myself actually” He aimed his grin at the other man, only just catching the small flash of something dangerous in his eyes before he was falling, unable to keep back his shout of surprise as he fell back onto the couch, Tyler once again looming over him.

He laughed at the treatment, feeling his smile widen even more when he saw Tylers’ face soften lightly, but it only lasted for a moment before the other man began to nip across his throat, quickly sucking a large dark red hickey at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

He couldn’t bite his lip in time to keep back his long drawn out moan, but from Tylers’ own small groan and how he then used his teeth to nip at the abused skin, it showed that he wanted to hear more.

He’d just whispered the other man’s name when he felt teeth pulling at his lower lip, and he quickly opened his mouth as Tylers’ lips pressed against his own, the other man letting out grunt between them as he started pounding into him again.

He knew Tyler wasn’t holding back now, the other man angling his ass off of the couch just right so that he could hit into his prostate with each snap of his hips.

Unable to form any coherent thought he was left panting as Tylers’ lips brushed against his own, every now and then he gave a small keen to indicate his pleasure, which only seemed to drive the other man on further.

He once again felt the beginnings of his orgasm built up in him, unintentionally becoming more vocal after the fact, signifying to Tyler he was nearing his release.

“Fuck Ry, you better be close to coming, cause I ain’t gonna last much longer”

Even now he couldn’t hide the dopey grin on his face as he made his own remark “You come first, and you’ll never hear the end of it”

Tyler just grunted his response before pressing their lips together and pressing their bodies closer against each other, his otherwise neglected dick, which had steadily been leaking precum across his abdomen, finally getting some friction between both of their bodies.

Gradually he felt the tension in him rise, waiting to be released, and Tyler seemed to know given how he managed to fuck just that much harder into him.

It was with a couple more thrusts that he was coming between them, letting loose a loud shout of Tylers’ name as he coated both of their chests with come as he held onto the taller man to ride out his orgasm.

However, his pleasure started to take on a somewhat more painful edge as Tyler kept fucking into him, but still the taller man showed no sign of stopping just yet.

He began to place somewhat gentle kisses across Tylers’ face, on his lips, his cheeks, down to his jaw and then behind his ear, even though his thrusts into him were anything but.

Even still Tylers’ moments were starting to get sloppy, showing that he was almost at his release, and sure enough, it was the whispered ‘I love you’ into Tylers’ ear that had the man finally coming, slowly riding out his own orgasm before collapsing on top of him to press sloppy kisses across his chest.

“Love you too Ryan”

They lay there for a moment as they came down from their high, he began gently carding a hand through Tylers’ hair, earning the occasional moan when his nails scratched his scalp just right or a gentle hand pulled just enough to send a pleased shiver through the other man.

“You want your present now?” He could feel Tyler huff out a laugh against his neck before he gave his answer.

“Well I would’ve thought I’d have earned it by now”

“You know, all you had to do was ask nicely for it”

“Yeah, but fucking you is so much more fun, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I wasn’t opposed to it” He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face as Tyler pressed their lips together only briefly before he began maneuvering them so that he was now laying on top, a silent agreement between them to try to keep Tylers’ softening dick inside him.

With a final press of his lips against Tylers’, he sat up, and with the other man holding onto his hips for stability he managed to reach across to the table to grab the small box, now missing its wrapping paper.

He placed it onto Tylers’ chest whilst he lay back down to rest his head in the crook of the other man’s shoulder, his fingers drawing lazy patterns around the box on Tylers’ chest.

Tyler made short work of opening the box, chucking it off to the side when he pulled the key out of it, examining it a moment before giving him a confused look.

“Ry? I already got a key to your apartment, what do I need this for?” He just gave a sigh as he leaned up, resting his elbows on the other man’s chest so that he could look down at him, plucking the key from his fingers.

“It’s more so about what it means, than the physical thing”

“Well I ain’t got a fucking clue, care to fill me in?” He just rolled his eyes, but in a matter of seconds, he lost all of his confidence again, averting the other man’s gaze to instead watch his finger trail across Tylers’ chest, as the thought of rejection flashed in his mind.

“D’you wanna move in with me?” Still, he avoided looking at the other man’s face, at least until gentle fingers on his chin forced him to look up until he met Tylers’ eyes, only seeing love reflected back at him.

“Do you really have to ask?” He gave a little shake of his head, a small smile falling onto his lips as Tyler pulled him closer to press their lips together for a gentle, languid kiss. “Although your neighbors will probably hate me by the end of the week”

He couldn’t help but laugh alongside Tyler, even if it was a slight gripe against him.

“I wasn’t that loud”

“True, but there’s still plenty more chances to have you screaming around my dick” The grin that graced Tylers’ face after the comment was enough to have him shiver in anticipation

“That’s a pretty bold statement”

“Shall we test how true it is? Could really do with a shower now and I wouldn’t mind pinning you up against a wall” He leaned down to kiss Tyler again, moaning when he felt a hand cup the back of his head to keep their lips pressed together when he’d tried to pull away, grinning into the kiss which Tyler quickly matched.

“You’re such a gentleman, you know that?”

“Missed you too baby” With a final press of their lips, Tyler carefully sat up, keeping him pressed against his chest, and moved his legs off of the sofa. He grimaced a little when Tyler finally pulled his dick out of him, already feeling come begin to trickle down the inside of his leg, but he still tried to clench around whatever he could.

Unfortunately for him, Tyler already knew he mourned the loss, laughing a little before lifting them both off of the couch, and after having got his balance, gave a series of small pecks to his lips.

“Don’t worry Ry, I’ll be filling you up again soon”

“All I care about is getting to the fucking shower so can you hurry it up? You can fawn over me later”

“You don’t see me for a week, and this is how you treat me? So fucking rude” He just rolled his eyes as Tyler began walking them towards the bathroom, despite the statement he could see laughter begin to crack through Tylers’ stoic expression.

“Should have thought twice before trying to give me carpet burn, bitch” Now Tyler really did laugh, pressing a quick kiss just under his ear as he finally put him down in the bathroom, the taller man easily reaching past him to turn the water on to give it time to heat up.

“Not my fault you look so pretty sprawled out for me like a damn invitation, it’s just as much your fault as it is mine. Now, get your ass in the shower and you can hear all about how Nogla almost burnt a restaurant down”

He let out a small laugh as he stepped into the shower, quickly looping his arms around the other man as soon as he entered, gently pressing their lips together and with a slight nip of his teeth on Tylers’ lower lip, the other man opened his mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

He pulled away when he felt Tyler’s hand come to rest on his ass again, laughing a little at how the other man seemed to be put out by the rejection. With a smile, he quickly pressed their lips together again before grabbing the shower gel and shoving it into Tylers’ hands.

“C’mon, I believe you have a story to tell me” With a slight huff Tyler did as he was told and began washing him, occasionally a hand would stray in an attempt to get him hard again, the other man eager to resume their earlier activities, but he was quick to slap it away with the promise of later.

“Shumbles!” and then, you didn’t know what was going on. You knew you were still running but why weren’t you moving? Your arm brandished with the sword in your hand, missing Law by just mere inches. Why weren’t you getting any closer? Your eyes looked down but you couldn’t believe what you saw – or didn’t see.

“W-what’s going on?” your voice was a panicked screech as you looked around for any blood. But there was none. It didn’t even hurt. Out of the corners of your eyes you saw your lower body wander aimlessly around the room, trying to find you.

“What did you do?” you yelled at him, eyes wide in panic. Law’s smirk stirred the feeling of rage and helplessness inside your body even more, your arm desperately trying to reach but failing miserably. Law effortlessly bashed the sword out of your hand, the metal falling to the ground loudly. “Be happy I didn’t kill you.” The captain hummed. Before you could respond he snipped his fingers and suddenly, you were outside.

The cold breeze of the wind had you shiver slightly but that was soon forgotten when you realized two things. First, you were stock to something, something hard that wouldn’t let you leave. And second, your “crew” looked like fantasy creatures out of a kid’s story; there were people who consisted of only legs with feet, one pair glued to the other, some consisted of two upper body parts, their hands trying to get themselves off. Some had hands instead of feet and vice versa. You seemed to be the only one who was stuck to another object though.

“What the-? What’s going on?” you mumbled, not understanding the situation you and your crew were in. “Captain! Help us!” you heard your crew whine, the ones who had heads looking at you desperately.

“I…I can’t!” you said helplessly, your hands pushing at the surface you were stuck to. It was a wall. Why were you stuck to a wall? And why was your crew so….fucked up? And then it dawned on you. Law.

You felt your lower body wander around but you had no idea where it was? It was walking into walls constantly, bruises probably already forming on your skin. This bastard. You cursed, somehow trying to direct your lower body half towards where you were but it seemed to be to no avail.

You felt yourself stumble over something (a foot?) and fall onto something soft. Confused, you looked around but of course you couldn’t see anything. Then, something or someone was touching you, big and warm hands slowly moving up your bare leg before disappearing underneath your skirt.

“H-hey! Stop that!” you yelled, shaking your fist at the hand that was touching you. But it didn’t stop. The contrary was the case. A second hand joined the first one and you felt them almost expertly knead your butt. You gasped, face heating up at the touch out of embarrassment. What was going on? Another gasp escaped your lips when you felt someone sit down on your calves, giving you no chance to maybe wiggle away.

The hands squeezed your cheeks, pressing them together or pulling them apart before slowly but delicately pulling down your panties, revealing your bare ass.

“No…!” you panted, too flustered to actually yell. You didn’t know what to do, this situation was completely new to you and you didn’t like how this feeling of not knowing what was going on excited you to some degree.

You bit your lower lip when the hands caressed your flesh, nails scratching over your skin, probably leaving red bruises. Goosebumps started covering your body, you felt how the exciting feeling slowly but steadily grew, your pussy, to your shame, turning wet.

A surprised gasp, louder than before, broke past your lips when you felt a smack on your butt, then one more. Then, the warm hand caressed the hurting spot as if to apologize before it slapped you again, this time harder.

Your legs twitched but the weight was to heavy, you couldn’t rob away to escape from those sinful hands. Another slap, this time on your other cheek. “Stop!” you breathed, letting your head fall down, your eyes halfway closed. The hands spread your cheeks apart once more, cool air hitting some part of your wet folds and exposing your asshole in the process as well. This was so humiliating.

The weight on your legs shifted, the person apparently getting off of you and for a split second you hoped that it was over but your wishes were rudely shattered when those hands pulled down your panties completely, your skirt all ruffled up, exposing your bottom completely. Your legs tried to get off the bed but these two hands grabbed the back of your knees and pulled your legs apart. The person joined you on the soft surface again because you felt the fabric (probably a mattress) give in slightly and the person took a seat between your spread legs.

You struggled again, your upper body trying to get off the wall while your lower body tried to kick the person somehow but it was fruitless, the grip too strong. The hands moved up your legs to your thighs, wandering underneath them before effortlessly lifting you lower body up, pulling it even closer before pressing it against the other person’s body.

You stopped dead In your tracks with the struggling when you felt thick denim press against your wet core and a large bulge slowly rutting against you. The fabric created friction against your wet core, making you press your hands in front of your mouth to suppress a moan that threatened to slip out. What was going on?

One hand moved from your thigh to the small of your back right above your ass, pressing your body down even harder, the tip of the bulge covered by the jeans trying to enter you but it was impossible due to the restrains. It made you feel hot nonetheless; the slight rutting against your pussy while the hand pressed you down.

Your legs tried to close themselves but the body was in the way so you were stuck with quivering legs and the sweet, sweet feeling that spread further and further through your whole body.

The hand that had remained on your thigh until now moved as well. First, it caressed your butt once more, then it slowly moved around you and you knew where it was headed. “God, please don’t!” you whined but the other person couldn’t hear your pleas. You bit the back of your hand harshly when you felt the hand find your clit and slowly circle it in order to suppress the lustful moan.

“Captain….are you okay?” you heard the voice of one of your crew members. You forced yourself to lift your head to look at the man, hoping you didn’t give away too much. “E-everything’s okay….don’t worry. Someone is just….messing with me.” You pressed out but the concerned look on his face didn’t vanish. “I wish I could help you captain.” He said but since he was stuck to another crew mate’s upper body he couldn’t move. “I-I’ts okay.” You said before biting the back of your hand again, your other hand trying to claw at the wall you were stuck to.

Now, the whole hand was cupping your dripping pussy, rubbing against the sensitive folds and clit, almost driving you crazy. You felt your hips buck against the touch and you were ashamed of such primitive actions but you couldn’t stop yourself. It felt too good.

Law looked down at your lower body half, the one he had followed into his bedroom. It had only taken him one quick move of his foot to have you stumble onto his bed and the rest was history. He felt your juice covering his palm, the flat pressing against your sex, feeling how more and more of your juice ran out. At first, it was weird to only have a lower body but he soon came to appreciate how much power he had over you. It was so easy to manhandle you this, completely defenseless and at his mercy.

His cock was pressing painfully against his pants, wanting to get out and take a dip into your dripping hot core. He felt how wet you were and he knew you wouldn’t need any more preparation than this, you pussy was just too willing, almost begging him to fill you up with his dick.

He kept palming your sex with his one hand while his other hand simultaneously opened his pants and pulling them down a bit. His cock sprung free and Law sighed at the freedom in relief. It slightly bobbed up and down, lightly slapping your butt cheek in the process. He felt your jerk at the feeling, more juice coming out, already dripping off his fingertips. He positioned himself between your cheeks and started rubbing his dicks between them his wet palm now resting on your hip, holding you in place. He watched his dick slide over the small of your back, leaving a slight and warm trail of pre-cum on your skin.

The moment you felt it hit your cheek you knew what it was and your pussy twitched in excitement. Then, his dick was rubbing against you, the delicious feeling on your core sadly disappearing at the same time. The cock made you shudder lustfully, the shaft brushing against your anus from time to time.

Your head was hanging low again, your eyes now fully closed, your mouth agape and your breathing ragged. This was so wrong but it felt so good. Your hands braced themselves against the wall when you felt him move and position his dick at your entrance, the warm head teasing your folds and your clit, driving your crazy.

You took in a deep breath and waited for the thrust but it didn’t come. Confused, your hips wiggled a little rubbing against the mushroom head in the process. You let out the breath you were holding slowly when suddenly his hips snapped forward, his whole length buried inside your cunt and a loud, uncontrolled moan was ripped from your body.

All eyes were on you but you couldn’t see them, stars were blurring your vision at the intense feeling.

Law had heard your loud moan and the grin on his face grew even wider, his breath coming out in short pants at the feeling of your tight pussy. Damn, this felt good. He looked down at your quivering form, your hips already starting to move as good as possible, wanting him to move along. The captain grabbed your hips with both hands before he started moving in and out in long and languid moves as if not to exert himself too much. This, however, didn’t mean that he was sloppy; Law, being a doctor, knew exactly where to hit you to get the desired reaction out of your willing body.

And, oh boy did he not get disappointed. With each thrust you felt him hit your sweet spot, forcing out mewls and moans and pants and groans every time he hit it. It felt so good, your nails were scratching over the surface of the wall, your head was moving from one side to the other and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Fuck!” you hissed, sweat starting to cover your body, dripping down onto the deck. You wanted to rip your top off your body but had so much sense left in your head not to do it and expose yourself even more to your crew who were staring at you wide eyed, not knowing what was going on. If you were lucky they thought you were in pain…

You felt how he picked up his pace slowly while also changing the angle a little. He pressed you further down into the mattress by the small of your back while simultaneously lifting up your ass even more. You could feel that he was now leaning on top of you, your knees the only thing supporting your weight on the mattress. His hand found your hip again before he started thrusting into you with all his force, moving your hips against him, his nails digging into your flesh.

It felt so weird to be fucked with such force and your upper body not moving at all, the pleasure everything you could feel, while your lower half was fucked raw. You couldn’t hold back the loud moans, your head was thrown back, exposing your lustful face to your and Law’s entire crew. But you didn’t care. Your mouth was open and your tongue was hanging out like a dog’s. You wanted more…What if one of your men would catch on and fuck your mouth as well? What if they all got up and stand in line to use you like a cum dump while you made two cum with your hands…? God, you shouldn’t be having these thoughts at all but the dick inside your pussy was fucking you stupid.

“H-harder!” you heard yourself pant, feeling how you slowly reached your climax.

Law felt how you started to clench around him more and more and he knew you were close. His dick was twitching inside of you as well, indicating his orgasm not taking too long to hit either. He looked at your lower body and didn’t want it to end like this. He pulled out, flipped you over in one smooth go before he pressed his cock inside of you again, pounding into you like a madman. He heard your moan and it fueled his orgasm even more. He lifted his hand again and with one go your upper body was where it belonged, your lustful face for his eyes now alone. Fuck. He thought.

You opened yours to look up at a sweaty face looking back, a cocky smirk mocking your current state. You didn’t care. Law kept pounding into you, now your body was moving wildly over the bed, your breasts moving in tandem. Law’s hand reached up to your top, pulling it up together with your bra, revealing your tits to his eyes, your perky nipples hard from pleasure.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer while moaning to his thrusts. So close. You were so close and you wanted to cum so desperately, incoherent mumbles mixing in with your moans, begging him not to stop. The Hear Pirate’s captain savored your messy form, taking in every twitch of your face, every small or loud moan you made.

His hand reached down and with one hard pinch to your clit pushed you over the edge, making you scream while you came around his cock. Your pussy clenched hard around him, bringing you to his orgasm after three more thrusts, emptying himself inside of you with a low grunt, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape.

Breathlessly, your body went limp, legs sore and exhausted. Your eyes were closed, the after-wave of your orgasm still clouding your mind. You felt how low slowly pulled out, his body lying down on top of yours, his hot, breathy pants brushed against your ear. You didn’t say a word, just listened to his rapid heartbeat.

You felt his lips brush against the shell of your ear, liking the feeling of it. “Don’t ever dare trying to take my ship again, understood?” he whispered, his hands squeezing your hips to empathize his words. You bit your bottom lip, not responding to his threat.

Law got up from you and got off the bed, pulling up his pants and closing them. You opened your eyes and saw him taking in your spent form shamelessly, making your face heat up and finally close your legs.