#so much repression

Jonathan fell to his knees before the slim, tall frame of the Changeling, his broad, meaty palms cupping at the lean, pale thighs of the beautiful creature before him. 

“Vivi...”

Vivien gave a breathy laugh, head tilting back as they enjoyed the feeling of Jonathan’s tongue on their inner thighs, “You know I hate that name.”

“You never discourage me.” Jonathan replied, sucking a dark mark into the crevice between thigh and hip. He licked over the quickly hardening shaft of Vivien’s cock, feeling their body tense only slightly before relaxing, long legs thrown over Jonathan’s shoulders, ankles hooked together to eagerly hold the man close. “You’re beautiful.” The man murmured against silky skin, hands grasping at Vivien’s hips and holding them close. 

“You really should get better material.” Vivien huffed, an eager gasp escaping them as Jonathan swallowed down as much of the thick length as he could. “Fuck, Jonathan-”

Jonathan allowed Vivien to buck into his mouth a few times before he pulled off, coughing slightly before looking at the Changeling above him. “What do you want, Vivi?”

“Nngh,” Vivien spread their legs, shoving Jonathan away slightly before rolling onto their stomach, rutting their cock against the bedding and reaching back to reveal their holes. “Come here, you bastard.”

Jonathan’s mouth went dry before he undid his belt, standing and opening his slacks just enough to tug his cock free.

“Jonathan, you get over here right now or I’m going to go downstairs, just like this and - ooh...” Vivien’s mouth fell open on a moan, his thighs spreading wider as they felt Jonathan shove deeper into them, the man grabbing at the swell of Vivien’s hips and dragging them back onto his cock. 

The pace they set was familiar, brutal and sharp and too-fast for Jonathan’s liking but Vivien was moaning and arching and eagerly demanding more. The man pulled back after a few moments to readjust his grip, only for Vivien to grab him by his tie, those narrow, fae eyes boring into his. 

“On your back.”

Jonathan obeyed.

Laying down beneath Vivien, the slender, lean frame of the beautiful creature hovering over his own still-clothed body, Jonathan couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. He was fat, obnoxiously so as many people told him, and when he saw how wide Vivien’s thighs had to part to straddle his waist, the insecurity took a moment to hiss in his ear that such a beautiful thing as Vivien could want him. 

But then those sharp stiletto nails tore into into Jonathan’s shirt, his slacks, ripping his tie free, sending shreds of shirt aside, ripping his zipper off the tracks with an eagerness that Vivien had never shown to any of their other bedfellows. 

“You’re always so damn warm,” Vivien sighed, placing a cool palm to the man’s chest, lifting onto their knees and reaching back to guide the man’s cock back inside. Jonathan couldn’t help but feel amused as those dark eyes turned lidded and soft lips parted on a moan, Vivien practically melting into Jonathan’s chest as he began to thrust into them. 

The pace was slower, eager and wanting still but slower with the change of angle, Vivien letting out a steady litany of demands and praise in turn as they rode the powerful thrusts, their cock trapped between their stomachs, making their skin stick together with pre and sweat.

“Fuck... Jonathan, faster, faster, take your thick cock and fuck me faster.” Those sharp little teeth left marks on Jonathan’s jaw and the man stiffened and moaned at the warm blood trickling lightly down his neck.

Jonathan did his best to obey, gasping and grabbing at Vivien’s hips hard enough to make his fingers ache and to bruise the Changeling’s pale skin. 

“Come on, Vivi, come for me.” Jonathan’s hand wormed it’s way between their bodies, stroking over his lover’s thick length, kissing at full lips smeared with his own blood. 

It didn’t take much more for Jonathan to come and Vivien groaned, grinding against the man’s softening length and thrusting into his palm until they came as well, gasping and digging nails into Jonathan’s broad shoulders.

Slumping forward Vivien sighed, enjoying the pervading warmth before perching up on their knees and rolling off of the man. Jonathan looked over at them, still laying on his back and watching long, slim legs stretch out. Sharp, pointed nails tapped at Jonathan’s fleshy cheek, guiding his eyes back up to Vivien’s own fae gaze. 

"Fetch me my robe, send some food, and-”

“Call Karmilla and Virginia.” Jonathan finished, sitting up with a groan. He missed the way Vivien’s eyes traveled down his shoulders and chest and stomach, lingering on his cock and thighs before the Changeling closed their eyes and stretched once more.

“Whatever would I do without you, Jonathan?”