#sub lighter

Your tongue slides out of your mouth, the flat of your tongue pressing against his dick firmly. A musty, salty taste fills your mouth instantly. You moan out loud, the taste heavenly- if only because it’s Lighter’s dick you’re tasting.

Enticed by the taste, you slide your tongue along his head, swiping up some of the pre-cum already on the head. As you reach the other side, you separate from his cock, only to immediately dive in again. Sticking your tongue out, you press his dick onto the upper part of your tongue, slowly sliding it down until it separates from you again all while making sure your tongue curves to envelop the round shape of the head.

Lighter watches you fascinated, quiet moans escaping him. The way you treat his dick like it’s your personal toy makes him feel strange; A pulling sensation rises from his groin into his stomach, swirling in a mix of arousal and confusion. It’s an almost giddy feeling. But before he can process this any further, you swoop down, taking the head of his dick fully in your mouth.

He moans, letting his head fall back, his eyes screwed shut at the sensation. His muscles tense, trying to buck up into your mouth. But you're cruel: You only hold him in your mouth for a moment. A string of spit connects you to him, before it separates and drops down in the space between you.

You continue your onslaught with only a moment of rest for him. Your tongue slides across his cock, not leaving a single surface untouched. Unfortunately, his dick doesn't quite stay where it is, so you grasp him with your hand. While making sure to hold him steady, you start gently rubbing circles into the sensitive skin, even pumping your hand just a little bit.

Lighter lays his arm across his face. Everything you do drives him crazy; he's not sure he can hold onto his sanity. How embarrassing for him to cave so easily because of one blow job. Then again, maybe it's also because it's you.

His dick throbs as you swirl your tongue around it. A pearl of pre-cum escapes his slit. Naturally, you make it your personal duty to lick it up and dig into his slit. The feeling of your tongue opening up his hole just a little brings him over the edge, white liquid spilling out onto and around your tongue. His moans reach a new high as his back arches and his hands come down to clench the sheets.

Returning his moan, you try to catch as much of his cum as possible in your mouth, the delectable heavenly taste flooding your taste buds.

When his dick stops spurting out cum, you immediately lean back down, licking up anything that escaped you, eliciting a whine from the man below you. You finish by giving his softening tip a kiss.

Grabbing a nearby tissue, you clean off your mouth as one would after eating a hearty meal. Straightening your outfit, you discard the tissue in a nearby trash can.

„Hah… Hah…“

You pant as you grind against Lighter’s bulge, your face buried in his neck. Your arms are wrapped tightly around him, hugging him as close to you as you can, your desperation driving you to grind even harder against him.

„Thank you.. ahh…. For agreeing… mmh… to this… angh..“

The man you’re feverishly grinding on only nods in response, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. His face is flushed and he lets out quiet pants, trying to keep his sounds in check. You slide a hand into his hair and grasp his hair to push him into a kiss. Your mouths crash into each other, desperation making your movements sloppy as your tongues mingle with each other. Drool slips down, dripping onto his jacket, but neither of you care enough to wipe it off. Slowly, you start moving your kisses away from his lips and onto his jaw, along his jaw line down to his neck. Unfortunately his clothes are in the way of going any further, so you rip yourself away from him, carefully unravelling his scarf before practically tearing his jacket and underlying shirt off of him.

Instantly, you’re back on his neck, biting and sucking marks into it. He doesn’t even attempt to stop you, confident that his jacket or his scarf will cover it tomorrow. Meanwhile, you let your hands wander further and further down, sliding them across his body. Then, just to tease him, you start using only the very tips of your fingers to ghost across his sides. He shivers in response, giving you an unserious glare.

You chuckle at this, before your hands find his real target: His tits. You cup both of them with your hands, squeezing them. He gasps quietly, not having expected it. You press your thumbs into his flesh, stroking them with some pressure. Then you let go, attracting a disappointed sigh from the man below you. This doesn’t last very long however, since your hands immediately find his nipples. You start rubbing them gently before steadily speeding up, forcing sinfully beautiful moans out of him. Licking your lips, you lean down and wrap your lips around one of them, your hand moving to hold his pec instead. Your warm mouth envelops his nipple, swirling your tongue around it and sucking on it.

Unable to bear the pleasure, Lighter covers his lower face with his hand, unfortunately obscuring his lecherous moans. His hard dick digs into your ass- a clear reminder that you’re not the only one enjoying this.

After one last lick of his nipple, you go back to working lovebites into his skin, slowly moving up back to his neck. You remove your mouth from his skin for a moment.

“Lighter~ Remove your arm for me, won’t you? Wanna hear you~”

Using your head, you gently nudge his arm until he moves it away. He stares down at you for a moment, meeting your eyes. A moment passes before you smile at him, your eyes crinkling as you give him another kiss on his chest. His gaze softens ever so slightly- though you don’t notice it, since his sunglasses are hiding it.

Instead, you get up. Finally, you get to the main part and the reason you have Lighter here in front of you: A titjob. Of course, his tits aren’t big enough to fully envelop your cock, but who cares. You want him and his tits.

So, you only take off what’s necessary, so you can get to the main action quicker. You push Lighter down, moving him to lay flat on his back. Amused, he follows your instructions. He’s curious to see how you’ll use his tits to get off. That’s one of the reasons he agreed to your request- simple curiosity. No… other reason.

After he has laid down, you hover over his chest, your dick standing fully erect. Slowly, you move down as if you were sitting on him. You can’t help but moan when your balls and the lower side of your dick touch his skin. Gently, you start rocking yourself between his tits.

You can’t help but admire the view; the countless bites and marks you made are red and clearly visible, his nipples stiff, not to mention his breasts are so full… You put your hands to the sides of his body and start pushing his tits together, bringing them ever so closer to your dick. Drool starts collecting in your mouth at this and you have to swallow hard.

You start grinding against his chest harder and harder, your dick throbbing at the stimulation. Pre-cum spills out of your tip, smearing in between his tits with every thrust. But it’s just not quite enough- the stimulation is pleasing and being able to touch and grope his tits with your dick at the same time makes you feel like you could cum on the spot. Still, you feel like something is missing.

Unconsciously, you start slowing down. Lighter takes notice of this; he had been watching your dick move the whole time, noting how close it got to his face. It’s almost mesmerizing watching your cock get right up in his face, only to then immediately rush away. In fact, if he only leaned up a bit more, he could probably have the tip in his mouth with every upward thrust.

And so he does exactly that, lifting his head and letting his tongue loll out of his mouth. Now, when you thrust up, the tip of your dick enters his mouth just the slightest bit. Your eyes widen at the feeling of warmth around your cock, immediately speeding up your grinding and thrusting.

“Ngh, thank you Lighter.. Thank yoU! So much… ahhhngh…”

The view above him speaks more than any words you could say; A moaning and groaning mess, desperately grinding against his chest like some sort of pervert, your hands fondling his chest. Your face is distorted in ecstasy, panting, drool slipping out of your mouth, your eyes half-lidded. It makes his own dick throb as well. Just to help you out a little, he lifts his hand and places it on top of your dick, offering you additional stimulation.

“Ah! Lighter thank youngh, thAnk you s-so much… Hngh!”

Heat courses through you like waves crashing on the beach, encouraging you to grind harder and faster, begging you to experience more and more and more-

White liquid spills out of your dick, shooting directly onto Lighter’s face. His mouth is still open, so some of it flies into his mouth and onto his tongue.

You ride out your high, your eyes squeezed shut. When you open your eyes, the most beautiful sight greets you: Your one and only beloved crush Lighter, panting with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, face covered in your cum. It’s enough to make you hard again. But you decide, this time it shouldn’t just be about you.

First, you lean down, meeting his tongue with yours and sliding into his mouth. Sliding it around his mouth, you make sure none of your cum stains his mouth, before releasing him and licking up the cum on his face. He moans at your actions, grinding against you.

Of course, you haven’t forgotten about him, slipping a hand down and into his trousers. Originally, you meant to slip your hand into his underwear as well, but it doesn’t really matter. You give his bulge one firm squeeze- which makes him cum almost instantly, a loud, slutty moan escaping his mouth.

You stare at him in surprise; His stomach tenses, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Who would’ve thought the Lighter would come unravelled at just the lightest touch of your hands? But you most certainly don’t mind. When he grinds into your hand as a result of his orgasm, you make sure to knead his dick, overstimulating him ever so slightly. Biting his neck, you squeal internally; it’s just so hot to see him just as needy as yourself.

He, however seems to disagree, turning his head away from you. You can see just the barest hints of a blush from your angle, but it doesn’t matter. Instead, you slowly trace your finger over his chest, through the remaining fluids, up his neck to his chin, where your finger stills for a moment, before exerting pressure, so that he turns his face back to you. He’s quite adorable, red-faced and averting your gaze. You do note, however, that he doesn’t avoid you. He could have avoided turning his head to you, as strong as he is, but he still chose to follow your movement.

So, you lean forward, capturing his lips in a kiss- unlike the previous ones, this one is soft and gentle, meant to encourage and reassure him. It seems to work, as he kisses you back. His hands snake around to your hip as he turns to face you better. After a short, sweet moment, you separate yourself from him. You cup his cheek with your hand, gently stroking it with your thumb.

“Ah Lighter… How come you’re so hot? Just makes me wanna rail you.”

“Hm… It’s true, I am very attractive.”

The smallest of smiles graces his face. It’s almost a bit teasing.

“How about you do just that then?”

Your eyes widen in surprise. Blinking, you stare at him for a moment.

“R-rail you?”

He nods, letting out an amused huff.

You swallow hard. It really does seem like he’s serious- and you certainly don’t plan on missing out on this chance. Quickly, you pin him to the bed below you and smash your lips into his, catching him by surprise.

"Ah, really? Are you sure you'll let me fuck you?"

Your tail starts swishing wildly and your ears perk up. Your gaze is focused on him, your eyes open wide and a grim forming on your face. Lighter chuckles at your excitement.

"Sure."

"Then uh, uhm"

You turn around to look at your home; you wanted to just take Lighter on your sofa but it was still a mess from your last bout of tinkering fever, not to mention it'd be a pain to clean up. Pacing around, you consider your options before you remember the most obvious solution.

Turning back to Lighter, you grab his hand and start to pull him towards the bedroom, trying not to rush him.

However you barely even make it into the room, unable to stop yourself from already turning around at the doorframe and smashing your lips into his. It's a messy kiss, lips and tongues sliding against each other, teeth clashing, but it fuels both of your desires.

Your hands sneak up his body, groping wherever they can. You walk backwards, all the while pulling Lighter along until you hit the edge of the bed.

"Take off your clothes."

Lighter swallows thickly at the hunger in your voice. It sends the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick. He moves to discard his clothing, but suddenly, he hesitates. Uncertain, he glances over at you. In his haste, he hadn't noticed that you had already undressed. Considering you had significantly less clothing than him, it's no surprise that you're already naked. He watches as your dick throbs, your stare practically devouring his body.

"Come on, keep going!", you tell him, your tail still wagging. But when your encouragement falls on deaf ears, your tail stops wagging slowly and you lean in closer, putting a hand on his.

For a moment, neither of you say a word. Only the sound of breathing fills the room. Your expression softens and you press a gentle kiss against his temple.

"You don't have to force yourself to continue you know. I'll be fine even if we don't have sex. I'd rather fuck you if you're really into it as well."

"N-no, that's no why I, uhm.."

Lighter trails off. Why didn't he just keep going? He knew he wanted, and still wants, this as much as you, his rock hard dick a clear testament. Yet somehow, at one of the most crucial moments, it's like a wave of uncertainties hit his body. Will they really enjoy what they see? Don't they find him disgusting? Does he even deserve this after all he has done so far? What if-

"Hey. Lighter."

He redirects his gaze towards them. A hand captures his cheek, their thumb gently petting him. Their face sneaks closer to his, meeting his in an incredibly soft kiss. Their other hand comes up to pat his back, rubbing circles into it. Both of you remain like this for just a moment.

Then Lighter pulls back, his expression significantly more relaxed.

"Sorry for... hesitating like this. It's hard sometimes to move on from the past and to look forward."

"Hehe... I know. That's why I remind you."

He glances at your mischievous smile and chuckles. He returns your kiss before taking off his sunglasses, along with the rest of his clothes. Your tail thumps loudly against the edge of your bed as you watch him strip.

As soon as he's done, you pull him into another kiss. Moaning into him, you slip your tongue into the kiss. Occasionally, you come up for air, managing to gasp out some words.

"Let's use... the safe word... Nitro-Fuel... mph~"

He simply nods into the kiss. Having cleared up the most pressing matters, you let yourself fall onto your bed, pulling him along with you.

Like a man starved for days, you slide your hands across his body, grabbing and groping as you please. You squeal in pleasure as you bite his neck, sucking in his skin to leave beautiful red marks on his skin. Your actions make him moan, his hands desperately trying to find purchase on something, helplessly grabbing at the sheets, but it's impossible to escape your hungry grasp. Not that he's really trying.

Finally, you flip the both of you around so Lighter is on his back instead of you. This gives you the perfect opportunity to properly grope his tits. Gliding your hands up to his perfectly proportioned pecs, you cup them, squeezing them slightly. Then you start prodding and poking them, jiggling them, treating them like your personal stressballs.

A bit of drool slips out of your mouth, along with the occasional high pitched noise you let out. Lighter can't help but blush at the sight of you being so utterly entranced by him, moving an arm to cover his reddening face.

His movement snaps you out of your trance. Before he can fully cover his face, you pull his arm away, giving you a full view of his expression. His face is completely flushed with his head turned to the side and his eyes avoiding looking at you. But you wouldn't want him to be distracted while you're trying to fuck him would you? So you grasp his chin and turn his head to you. Your eyes have an almost evil glint in them as you grin at him.

"Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart~"

You make a satisfied noise at his nodding, his expression still as flustered as before.

One of your hands slips down to grope his ass, squeezing and occasionally teasing the rim of his hole, while your other hand reaches up to your nightstand to get out the lube you left there. Interrupting your groping, you slather your fingers with lube. Aligning your fingers with his hole, you glance up at Lighter. At this point, he himself was already more than horny from your groping, heavily panting with his tongue sticking out, his hands gripping the sheets. When you don't push in, he manages to compose himself enough to speak.

"Please... put them in-ah!"

As he was still speaking, you had already started pushing one finger in. He moaned as you pushed it in until you reached your knuckle. You gave him only a moment to adjust before you started pulling out and pushing it in again, his moans timed with you bottoming out.

After a few thrusts, you line up a second finger and slowly push it in as well. Lighter's moans only grow louder as you start scissoring his hole open, stretching him properly so he can take your dick well.

"Hngh... please put your dick in... I, hng, I want more..."

At this point, tears have formed in Lighter's eyes. His face is just as flushed as before, his teeth clenched together to prevent too many noises escaping, but it does nothing to stop his saliva from slipping out.

You squeal at his cute expression, lunging forward to lick his drool of his face and plunge your tongue into his mouth, tracing his teeth with it and muffling his groaning as you take your cock and push it against his hole. Because of your preparations, it slides in fairly easily and you manage to completely bottom out.

His hole is so warm and slick, enveloping your dick like the tightest fleshlight, you can't help but buck into him, ripping a yelp out of him. The feeling of his walls sliding against your dick overwhelms you and some sort of deeply buried instinct whirls up in you. A heat fills your body with it, urging you to plunge into him deeper, tensing your body in anticipation.

He lets out a yelp as you rouhgly pull out. You turn him around so his back is towards you. Pushing your dick back into his hole, the both of you moan in unison. Leaning down, you press yourself against him, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso and immediately start thrusting into him as hard and fast as you can. Your tail presses against his leg, keeping out of the way so you can snap your hips against his again and again.

Lighter can barely catch his breath after you maneuvered yourself and him in this position, each thrust stealing the breath out of his lungs with how hard you're going. He's not even sure what made you so animalistically desperate, but he can't say he isn't enjoying himself, with whimpers and groans escaping him and his eyes rolling back.

You're not faring much better than him, whimpering and panting like a dog, your fangs openly on display. Your eyes almost roll back as well, the grip you have on him barely keeping you grounded.

"Lighter.... hmmmm Lighter please.... Lighter...uhnghf"

You keep moaning his name while pounding him into the bed. Lighter can't help but push his ass into you at this, though he doesn't have much room to move in the first place. His eyes are filled with tears, the pleasure much too stimulating; your utter obsession with him certainly doesn't help with it. He can feel his orgasm building up, making him moan louder and louder.

With every thrust, something builds up in your stomach, only encouraging you to pummel into him even harder and faster. He gasps at this, tears openly streaking down his face. The bedsheets rubbing against his dick only add even more to his overstimulation and he cums violently, squirting his cum into a puddle beneath him. His hole clenches with the waves of his orgasm, beckoning you to cum with him. After one last thrust you can't help but release hot ropes of cum into him, filling him to the brim.

Neither of you say anything after this, only remaining in this position and breathing. Then, very softly, you press a kiss to the side of his head.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to go so hard."

He chuckles breathily.

"It's okay, I enjoyed it."

"Hmmmm, then I'm glad. I'll pull out then."

Releasing him from your grip, you move to pull out as gently as you can. Despite your gentleness, Lighter groans a bit since he's still sensitive from your pounding.

After pulling out, he turns on his side so he can face you. Your arms tremble a bit holding you up, not being used to such intense exercise. Despite his own exhaustion and soreness, concern laces his face at seeing this.

"Do you want me to carry you to the bath to clean up? Or I can get a cloth and some water if it's too much-" A hand on his mouth interrupts him.

A smile as bright as the sun outside graces your face, your eyes crinkling with the love that's deeply woven into your smile. It's a smile that almost takes his breath away, in a completely different way from your previous activities; It reminds him that all of this, you, is something he can only experience now.

"It's okay, Lighter.", you say, ripping him out of his thoughts.

You open your arms towards him, your ear twitching as if to shake off any dirt.

"Cuddle?"

An equally as bright smile appears on his face, though he'd never admit to it, and he shuffles closer to you, accepting your embrace.

"It'll be a mess to clean up tomorrow, you know."

"Hmmm, I know."

His arms sneak around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I've still got cum on and in me."

"It's a snack for later."

"Ugh."

You plop down on your bed while letting out a very unceremonious groan. It was another hard day of working with the Sons of Calydon. After almost losing the cargo you were transporting and getting chewed out by Lucy (followed up by Caesar telling her to chill, which then ended in another battle, pulling you in as a judge and in the end bringing more of Lucy's wrath upon you because of course she lost) you want to do nothing more than just relax and have a restful sleep.

With the utmost willpower you can muster up, you get up to change into some clean clothes, do your usual before bed routine and slip under your covers. Happily, you cuddled yourself deeper into the comfort of your sheets. Only...

Sleep doesn't come to you. At all.

Looking at the clock, you realize it's still fairly early. So naturally, your mind is still running at top speeds even though your body craves some respite.

So what can you do to either pass some time or make yourself sleepier?

Well, some good options include making yourself some warm milk or counting sheep, reading a book, the usual options one would go for.

But all of those options sound incredibly tedious. Not only would you have to get up and leave the comfort of your bed for some of them, they all just sound so... unappealing. Plus you've tried counting sheep and the like before, you know it doesn't work for shit.

So, you choose the worn and proven method of: Masturbating. It weakens your mind so it can easily fall prey to sleep- you have some tissues on your night table as well. Hopefully, cleaning yourself up afterwards won't cause you to lose the sleepiness.

You push the covers off of you. It would be even more tedious if you accidentally smear pre on them, which would mean having to change the sheets and wash them.

Since you're not hard yet, you start gently palming your dick through your pants. You try imagining something arousing that'll do the trick, remembering some porn you watched recently or just general sexy stuff. But... even though you try not to think of anyone specific, only one person comes to mind. The undefeated champion and your one and only long-time crush, Lighter Lorenz. Well, not that he knows that he's your crush, you've just figured he's probably not interested in you. It's not like you're proper partner material.

Shaking your head, you try to get rid of your thoughts regarding Lighter. It's bad enough you can't stop thinking about him during the day, you don't want to also imagine him in the most vulnerable state. But it just seems impossible. The bad boy act he puts on captivates you, even more so when his nicer side shines through when he's flustered, not to mention his devilishly handsome face and his fat ass that keep circling around in your head until all your thoughts surround only him again. You wish you could just rail him into tomorrow until he forgets his own fucking name, slamming your cock into his hole and passionately sucking on his tongue- yeah you're beyond saving.

Groaning at your unsuccessful attempts of getting aroused by something other than who is basically your co worker, you rethink. Is it really so bad to desire him like this? After all, any thoughts like wanting him naked and the like won't ever come to his attention; it's not like he can read your mind. As long as you can manage to act normal towards him, it shouldn't be a problem to jerk off to your thoughts about him... Surely.

So you decide to just go with the flow. You pull your pants down to half of your thigh. Your dick springs up, throbbing eagerly at the thought of getting some much needed stimulation.

You lick your hand and then spit on it to have some lubrication, before you enclose your shaft in your fist, imagining it was Lighter doing this to you. A sense of relief washes over you and instinctively, you moan out Lighter's name, upon which you immediately slam your other hand over your mouth because you know the walls are not particularly soundproof. Technically, the others should be out but... there's still plenty of other people hanging about where they shouldn't be.

Keeping your hand clasped around your mouth, you start moving your fist up and down your cock again. Squeezing the top, you can't help but shudder blissfully at the pleasure coursing through you- until your door is suddenly thrown open.

"Hey, did you call for me-"

Your wide eyes make contact with Lighter's equally wide eyes through his sunglasses. For a moment, neither of you move or say anything, you with one hand around your dick and the other on your mouth, while Lighter stands at your door, still holding the door open.

Then you quickly scramble to pull your pants back up and Lighter quickly closes the door behind him, presumable to shield your dignity from even more humiliation.

Your face burns as you try to adjust to a position where your still raging boner isn't too obvious. Regardless of the obvious circumstances (and your very obvious embarrassment), you try to play it cool.

"So uhm, did you need anything from me? I'm too tired to do anything else today so you can also just tell me tomorrow... "

Clearing his throat, Lighter also tries to resume with his usual act of being aloof and uncaring, but his red face is a dead giveaway.

"I was walking past and heard my name so I thought you called for me... I really didn't expect to find you like this though."

No fucking way he heard you moan his name. Holy shit. You need to leave the Outer Ring, change your identity immediately. There's no way you can live with him knowing what you truly think of him. Just thinking about how awkward it would be- not to mention the chaos it would bring to the Sons of Calydon. As a gang, you need to work together like clockwork, there's no space for weird tensions. You could live with the shame, but you're not sure if he'd even want to hang around you anymore. Your mind runs at 100 miles an hour as you scramble to work some excuses up.

"Lighter, listen it's- it's not what you think-"

He raises an eyebrow at you. Yeah he clearly saw you jerking off- there's no way you're getting out of it. So you jump to plan B. You straighten up, trying to look as serious as you can, even with your still flushed face.

"Lighter, I'm... I'm sorry. I know you don't see me that way and that this is a super awkward situation. I know you're probably super grossed out at me, but I really hope this conflict won't affect the gang. I'm.."

You take a deep breath, trying to stay calm at your next words.

"I'm ready to leave the Sons of Calydon if I make you uncomfortable."

Lighter flinches at your words. You and him have shared a few of your struggles- so he knows this isn't an easy decision for you. After the gang picked you up when you were at your lowest, leaving it would mean leaving your only home behind. With nowhere to go, what would happen to you? The Outer Ring certainly isn't a place where it's easy to find one's footing. But more importantly...

" You've got nothing to apologize for. I'm not uncomfortable with... this situation, and uhm, you."

You stare at him, stunned. It'd be a lie to say you didn't half expect him to just start punching you.

He clears his throat and looks off to the side, a light blush covering his face.

"Actually, I'm very interested in what you were doing before I came in."

Huh?

"I-In fact, I want to know just what you were thinking about to get you to moan out my name... if you could tell me?"

HUH???

Not only is he not grossed out, it seems like he's enjoying this?? You can tell he has a smile on his face from the way his eyes seem to crinkle, even with his hand covering the lower half of his face. You sputter out a startled reply.

"W-well, I was imagining us making out and touching each other... I was thinking about you stroking my dick and- wait!"

You're sure you were as red as Old Daddy right now. Is this really okay? Is it really fine for you to just tell him your disgusting fantasies? Is he really... not upset? You squeeze your thigh before voicing your concerns.

"Are-are you sure you want to hear this? I mean, it's pretty gross for me to think these things about you and even more so to voice them so uh, I'm very sorry again"

A short silence engulfs you. Then, Lighter starts walking towards you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace yourself for the impact of his fist, but it never comes. Instead, you only feel him sit down at the end of your bed and gently put a hand on your leg. Composed as he seems, you still feel the slight tension in his hand. You cautiously open your eyes.

"If I had been uncomfortable, I would've made this clear by now. I definitely wouldn't stay around to hear someone being horny about me if I wasn't interested. And I also don't think you're gross. Actually I-, uhm"

He starts stammering and his face heats up again. He is pretty cute like this. You wish you could just snatch him up and kiss him so he wouldn't have to try speaking anymore.

"I think you're..."

He takes a moment to clear his throat, collecting himself.

"You're wonderful. You always care for me when I do end up getting into a fight. It... it helps me immensely in dealing with... the aftermath. To tell you the truth, I've also had significantly less nightmares because of you. And you're just... so pretty and handsome... It'd be hard not to like you."

Ah. You want to think he's lying- it's hard to accept anyone could ever think of you in a positive way. After all, you don't really have anything to offer. You're not funny or interesting to talk to, you don't have an important job in the gang and you most certainly aren't the most handsome person you can imagine. All in all, you're just an average joe!

But you know Lighter wouldn't lie to you- plus, all of these things are subjective judgments from you. Who's to say he doesn't see you differently?

Clenching your fist, you shuffle closer towards him, bringing your face near his. You reach up to take off his glasses, but hesitate. You know that they act as a sort of barrier against the world around him. Seeing your hesitation, Lighter gives you a short nod. So, you gently pull them off, your hands trembling. Gazing into his eyes, you reply.

"I... Well, you've probably already figured this out, but I also find you quite attractive. I mean, not only your body I just think you're so cute and I love the way you care for the other gang members..."

He gazes at you, with a love in his eyes that make you feel like you could burst at any moment. If there's anything you wish for, it's to keep this moment burned eternally in your memory. One of his hands comes up to cup your cheek.

"May I kiss you?"

You nod and he pulls you closer until your lips touch. Feeling his warmth on your lips is like a dream come true. There's a faint smell of oil and sweat coming off of him- it only makes you all the more hungrier for him.

Hesitantly, you decide to take the first step- since he has shown you that he truly desires you, it's time for you to step up to the plate.

You open your mouth and slide your tongue out to worm your way into his. He quickly lets you in, greeting your tongue with his own. They dance and wrestle with each other. You taste his spit and savour the taste, groaning into his mouth.

A string of spit connects you as you pull off with a wet sound. You gaze into each other's eyes as you pant, both utterly flushed.

Ligther regains his composure faster.

"Do you... think you could continue? With what you were doing before?"

You raise your eyebrows.

"You... want to watch me masturbate?"

"Yes."

"Well... I was going to do this anyway."

You return to your previous position under his heavy gaze. The way he drinks in every movement of yours leaves you utterly exposed- moreso when you start taking off your clothes. For the sake of him getting to see something, you undress completely.

Your dick already stands at attention again, having temporarily deflated during the serious talk with Lighter. Letting out an anticipating sigh, you grasp your cock again and squeeze it before starting up with the familiar up and down movement.

Moans fall from your mouth, partially influenced by Lighter's gaze on you. Glancing up at him, his flustered state encourages you.

You decide to put on a show for him. Sliding your fist up, you swipe your thumb across the head to collect the bead of precum, but then continue to tease the head and rub the spots which are the most sensitive. This naturally makes you let out more sounds, which seems to please Lighter, as he even sneaks a hand down to palm himself through his pants.

His watchful gaze leaves you feeling utterly exposed and incredibly aroused. Staring into his eyes, you can't help but imagine again that he's the one twisting his hand around your cock. Just the thought makes you unconsciously speed up, building up a feeling in your stomach that makes you curl your toes. Closing your eyes you let your head fall back, barely able to handle being watched.

After a few more strokes, you tilt your head down to look at him again. The sight is downright divine. He's panting almost as much as you, face flushed and still palming his dick. His elated expression brings you over the edge, ropes of cum shooting out onto you.

Seeing that you're finished, he stares at you, watching your chest rise from your heaving breaths.

Something in him snaps and he rushes forward to hungrily connect your lips again, shoving his tongue in your mouth once more. With barely any time to react, you try your best to reciprocrate, eventually managing to sneak a hand down to grope his ass. Lighter lets out a moan, his tongue still in your mouth. You use this opportunity to suck on it. His eyes flit to yours in surprise before they roll up at the wave of pleasure you managed to solicit by groping his very visible bulge.

But it's not enough friction, not enough of your touch for him, so Lighter separates from you and starts stripping. Although he only does it with the main goal of getting his clothes off, you can't help but be entranced by his body. His muscles flex and stretch while he undresses, a few scars decorating his body. It's obvious he fights for a living, but in the most positive sense.

You're so distracted with gawking at him that you don't even notice Lighter has finished undressing. So he decides to take the lead instead. Grasping your hand that's still covered in cum, he licks it off all while maintaining eye contact. You moan out at his actions, your dick twitching to life again at the erotic sight.

Encouraged, you immediately move to pleasure him after he lets go of your hand, but Lighter instead grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

His lips are somewhat chapped, you can smell motor oil and sweat on him. It feels so good to have his warmth against your lips, to move in tandem with him. It only gets better when he opens his mouth and licks at yours. You follow suit, letting him explore your mouth with his tongue. You can still taste your cum on it. The sensations of it make you groan into his mouth, eliciting a shudder from him.

But still you decide to focus on the more important thing: Lighter's cock. You gently push him back. Understanding your intentions, he moves back and adjusts to sit comfortably.

Grabbing his dick in your hand causes him to let out a hiss of relief. Seems like he has really needed this as well. Massaging it gently, you spit into your other hand for some much needed lubrication. Then you start stroking it, earning yourself a few moans from him. It doesn't take too long before he starts panting in earnest, hot puffs of breath leaving his mouth intertwined with occasional groans.

"Mmh... Very good...Ngh- I like that..."

You swipe at his tip when you reach it a few times, before deciding to duck down and kiss it.

"Ah! Y-you don't need to use your mouth for- ahhnnnngh...."

You had opened your mouth and taken his tip into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his tip, playing with his slit. Lighter can't help but let out a series of moans and whimpers, sounding like an angel sent straight from heaven. All the while, you of course haven't stopped stroking the rest of it with your hand. You consider just deep throating him, but you're not really feeling up to the task. So instead, you focus on the tip and even swallow around it. This earns you a well-deserved whimper. To test the waters, you carefully graze his dick with your teeth. He bucks his hips up at that, accidentally thrusting his dick further into your throat, causing you to pull off of him out of reflex.

"Ah shit, sorry I didn't mean to- NGHHF" He starts reaching for you, but before he can do anything, you're back on track already.

You speed up your hand. This combined with you sucking him works him up faster than expected, his moans growing louder and louder until you notice he's trying really hard to hold back from thrusting into your mouth again. Instead, he grips the back of your head to have something he can hang onto. His head falls back, his eyes closed. It doesn't take much longer before you can feel his thighs tense beside you and suddenly he's filling your mouth with your cum. Diligent as ever, you swallow everything he gives you.

When you think he's done, you pull his cock out of your mouth. But it turns out he still had some cum left and he shoots one more rope of cum onto your face.

His dick softens in your grip, but that's only until he tilts his head forward again and catches a glance of your face- like magic, his dick is hard and throbbing again, the sight of your cum-covered face working wonders for him.

He pulls you up towards him, swiping his cum off your face with his thumb before forcing it in your mouth. You eagerly lick his thumb clean of his cum, playfully nibbling on it lightly. Lighter lets out a moan, pulls his thumb out of your mouth and smashes his lips against yours again.

While he's busying himself with your lips, you carefully adjust your position so he's laying down while you're on top of him. Since both of you are still hard, you figure he might want to go again- and you definitely aren't wrong.

So you line up your cock with his and grind into him. He moans into your mouth at the unexoected pleasure. You start out gentle with your grinding, making sure to use the leftover cum on both of your dicks as lubricant.

Meanwhile, you sneak a hand up to his chest, grasping one of his tits and kneading it. He gasps out at your actions, already overwhelmed by the pleasure. It only gets worse when you busy yourself with his nipples, giving them the occasional flick.

At this point both of your dicks are sufficiently lubricated, so you remove your hand from his chest after cupping his tit one last time and move it down to embrace your dicks together. You form a sort of hole around them, keeping them touching each other constantly. Then you start thrusting into the hole, all while rubbing up against Lighter's dick.

Both of you moan out in pleasure. You originally meant to start slowly and speed up over time, but when you look down at Lighter's expression, you just can't help yourself anymore. Seeing his eyes half-lidded and his tongue hanging out just the tiniest bit makes something within you snap, urging your hips to thrust faster and harder.

Lighter notices this, his eyes widening. However he actually enjoys you going rougher on him, so he lifts his arms and embraces you, pulling you closer to him. You oblige, touching his chest with yours.

"Yes, that's good, ah, keep going, hmpf!"

Feeling his warmth makes the knot in your stomach build up faster and faster. You groan into his shoulder, biting into it to let out your emotions somehow. He calls your name at that. It's obvious he's getting close as well, since his hips have also started thrusting against yours, not to mention his moans.

Retracting yourself from his neck, you instead plunge towards his lips again. Sliding your tongues against each other, the feeling builds up more and more until you come with a squeal, spilling ropes of hot, sticky cum against your stomachs, with Lighter following suit.

Once both of you have spilled every last drop, only your panting can be heard in the room. For a moment you gaze into each other's eyes. You were scared that Lighter would be disgusted by you now that he's used you to get off. But it's quite the contrary. His eyes shine with nothing but his love for you, it almost takes your breath away.

You let out a laugh and collapse on top of him. Cleaning up can wait until later, you decide, sneaking your arms under his torso in a somewhat awkward hug.

"Welcome back! How'd it go?", Caesar greets the two getting out of the truck.

"Well you know how it is. Another one down.", Piper responds.

Lighter only nods, his scarf fluttering mysteriously, even though there isn't even a hint of a breeze. What the others don't see, is the sheer exhaustion in his eyes. He knows Piper's driving style of course, but he just can't get used to how wild she drives. Not to mention the commission itself being incredibly tiring.

The air is hot and blazing, not helping his condition. He feels like he's burning up in his clothes. The only thing on his mind right now is a proper break.

He smacks Piper's back.

"You got this right?"

She turns to him, a lazy smirk on her face.

"Don't worry, you can rely on good ol' Piper. I'll give the boss the report."

"Alright, thanks. Later"

His steps quicken and he walks towards his room. He opens the door- excited to finally cool off- and is greeted by the same hot air as outside. He sighs, entering his room regardless. A break is better than none.

He enters, closing the door behind him. Shrugging off his jacket, he hangs it up neatly, following it up with his scarf. The shirt he wore underneath is almost entirely wet, his sweat having soaked completely through. He takes the hem and slides it up, the fabric unwillingly separating from his skin. Pulling it over his head, he tosses it towards his dirty laundry hamper.

He opens the button on his pants before he's suddenly interrupted by a cold touch on his back. At first it's only a spot, only for a moment. Like lightning hitting the earth. He hesitates, trying to figure out what it was. Then, it's there again. Now, it stays, sliding up his spine and then vanishing again. He jumps, all of a sudden, a larger patch of coldness covers his back. His muscles tense at the sensation, the iciness almost painful in comparison. The sudden shock prevents him from making any moves.

Then it moves, sliding down to his side, moving around his torso and finally cupping his breast. As soon as the patch reaches its goal, he almost stumbles, as suddenly his entire back is covered in coldness. It’s like he’s being pulled into a refrigerator. A longer area winds around his stomach, pulling him closer into the arctic temperatures. It almost feels like a hug, but who, what, could do this?

He turns his head back, he doesn't see anything there and the painful pleasure of the frigidness is making it a little hard to think.

"Hi."

He almost jumps out of his skin as the word flutters across his neck. Finally, his instincts kick in and he wrestles out of their grasp. Immediately, he assumes a fighting stance towards where he thinks that person is, though not without some regret at having to bear the blazing heat again.

"What are you?"

"Just someone looking to warm up."

"...."

"Oh come now, relax. I'm not gonna do anything you don't like. Weren't you enjoying yourself too? It seemed like you were feeling hot."

It was true. Although he was heavily confused by this entire situation, he did enjoy it. But he doesn't even know this... person, or know what they are.

You sigh, your breath freezing the air in front of you.

"I... don't really know 'what' I am. My current guess is I'm a ghost or something. I remember dying, at least."

A ghost. Lighter felt like laughing. Ghosts aren't real... Is what he would say, but the entire situation was already incredible bizarre. Someone he couldn't see was touching him, and quite inappropriately too. But the iciness of your touch... Plus, who was he to discount your experiences? Maybe you really do remember dying.

"I'm... sorry."

"Ahh, don't be. Sometimes people just die."

He jumps, quickly turning around. Your voice had suddenly come from behind him.

"So how about my offer?"

Lighter coughed from the emotional whiplash. On one hand, he really does want to cool off and has to admit your touch wasn't quite unwelcome. On the other hand, just, sleeping with a random person, not to mention a ghost? He's never slept with anyone ever, so he doesn't really have any experience. Sure, he's watched some porn and also jerked off but that's something entirely different from straight up sex.

But then again... If it’s a ghost, there would be no need to feel insecure, right? They’re already dead, what are they going to get out of judging him? And you seem rather desperate…

He hesitates before he answers.

"Hm... I don't know. It's a little unfair I can't even tell where you are."

"Oh! I can fix that."

This time, your voice came from his bed. A snap sounds and suddenly a blue-greenish person appears on his bed. He takes a step back, taking the time to carefully muster you. Sometimes your features blur before tightening into a comprehensible face, maybe a side effect from not being entirely real.

His eyes wander down and you're entirely naked, your dick also already standing at attention. He has to swallow once, your attractiveness overwhelming him. The prettiest person he has ever met is just... laying on his bed. Naked. Asking him to fuck.

He’s still a little doubtful, but he has been so pent up and the heat is agonizing. Sweat is already building up on his skin again, now that his only relief is already gone.

"I... Alright. I guess we can... Try. Fucking I mean."

"Fucking?"

You get up from the bed. Your movements seem a little heavy, almost like you're moving through water. He lets you get close to him, tensing in anticipation, your face right up to his, your breaths mingling.

"I never implied we were going to have sex but... you know. I don't mind~"

Before he could answer, you pressed your lips to his, the mind-numbing coldness making him dizzy. Nonetheless he manages to return the kiss, even moving against you but then you lick across his lips. He barely manages to open his mouth before you barge in, your tongue sliding across the inside of his mouth. It's almost like eating ice cream, if the ice had a mind of its own, fighting against him.

As you pull away, he swears he can see a small amount of steam escaping, before he focuses on the string of spit connecting your mouths.

You smile at him, before moving behind him, pulling him into a hug and cupping his breast.

"Let's continue from where we left off, shall we?"

He'd chuckle if he could, but before he can even react, you started kneading his breast, making sure to flick your fingers across his nipple. A moan escapes him, the slight pain of the coldness mixes with the pleasure of having his tit toyed with.

Then your second hand joins the first one in kneading his tits, making him moan louder. His flesh is soft, jiggling every time you let it go.

Your tongue slips out of your mouth, the cold wetness gliding from the bottom of his neck up to right below his ear. He can't suppress the shudder that overcomes him with the tinge of coldness that stays when the air meets his wet skin. You stop right where his neck meets his shoulder. Baring your teeth, you gently bite into the skin before suckling and licking it.

Your hands glide across his skin, along his sides down to his front, over the muscles leading to his groin and stop just short of his pants. A breath heavy with tension escapes him, your mean hands having wound him up significantly.

His skin bristles up to form goosebumps, your cold touch driving him crazy. It only gets worse when you dip your hands into his pants, slowly tracing down to his dick. He can't help the moan that escapes once your freezing hand meets his burning cock. He hadn't undressed the entire time, thus the heat he had built up was still stuck in his pants.

Taking his cock fully in your hand, you bite down a little harder on his neck, determined to mark him. Your other hand slides back up to his chest, switching between flicking his nipple and caressing, groping his boob. He yelps at the sudden increase of pressure. The sensations are coalescing, the stimulation too much. The blistering air, his feverish body is being pulled down into the depths of the arctic, combined with the sexual pleasure of you pumping his dick is winding him up further and further, thrusting into your hand, until his body tenses, cumming. His knees buckle, the sensations overwhelming him as he covers his underwear and your hand in white liquid.

You catch him, letting him down on the floor as carefully as possible. Lighter pants, trying to catch his breath. He leans back onto you, closing his eyes. Already having been exhausted, he almost nods off. Not wanting to leave him on the floor, you gently shake him. You guide him to his bed, helping him lay down. As soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s gone. His breathing slows.

He’s still in his pants and underwear, so you pull his clothes off, putting them next to his shirt. Unfortunately, you don't really have anything to clean him off, so you grab his shirt and just sort of wipe him down. Lighter twitches in his sleep as your inhumanly cold fingers touch him, so you take care not to. After throwing his shirt back onto the pile, you dissipate your physical form.

It’s been a while since you’ve had someone so reactive and attractive all for yourself. Just thinking of his tits makes you drool.