#tup5

You could say that Fives has a fascination with Tup’s hair, and he wouldn’t correct you at all. Actually, what he’d do is to challenge you: who in their right mind doesn’t have a fascination with Tup’s hair?

It’s so long, something you don’t often see in troopers, and so pretty. Fives loves to thread his fingers through it, loves to braid it, or anything Tup allows him to do with it.

Most of all, he loves it when it’s all undone, especially while they’re having sex; it makes Tup look even more debauched, and Fives can’t help but to find it sexy as hell.

Still, even in his worship of Tup’s hair, he’s always been soft, not wanting to hurt his partner, until…

 “Fuck, Tup! Right there!” he moans, as Tup thrusts inside him again, keeping that same angle from before. At this rhythm, Fives is going to come soon.

“You close?” Tup manages to pant. He’s having a bit of a difficulty holding Fives’ muscular legs over his shoulders, but he doesn’t let that deter him too much.

“Yeeeeeees,” he moans, arching his back when Tup begins to thrust even faster. It’s so good, so good, and yet Fives wants more. He wants everything.

He doesn’t even think about it much when he reaches for Tup, grabbing him by the hair, and draws him closer for a kiss, but he does notice the strangled moan that leave Tup’s lips at that, as well as how his cock twitches inside him.

He wants to say something about it, but oh fuck he’s so close he can’t--

His hold on Tup’s hair tightens as he comes, and soon Tup follows suit, filling Fives up with his load. Only then the kisses they exchange get softer, slower. Only then Fives lets go of Tup’s hair.

 It’s only after they’ve cleaned themselves and gotten comfortable on Fives’ bunk again, with Tup resting almost entirely over Fives as he caresses his lovely hair, that Fives asks: “You seemed to like it when I pulled your hair.”

“Yeah… Seems like it,” is all Tup replies with, which makes Fives arch his eyebrows at him.

“You didn’t know?”

“How was I supposed to know? It’s not like you ever did it before,” Tup defends himself. Well, he’s not wrong. Still, there’s something else Fives needs to know.

“Can I do it again?”

“Now?”

“No, not now!” Fives exclaims. “I meant some other time.”

Tup thinks about it, but then he shrugs. “Sure.”

 He falls asleep soon after, unaware of the train of thoughts that he’s causing Fives. Needless to say, it takes his lover some time to fall asleep.

 He even dreams of Tup, that night, of him laying down, his hair unwound, all over the place; in the dream, Fives has no qualms yanking them, forcing Tup to bare his neck so that Fives can close his teeth around the tender flesh, biting and marking him to his heart’s content.

Dream Tup moans, rutting his body against Fives, but he pins him down, keeping him still. His voice echoes when Fives yanks his hair again; this time they’re in a different position: Tup is kneeling in front of Fives, sucking his cock, but it’s not enough, it’s not nearly enough.

Fives grabs Tup’s hair and begins to move him at the rhythm he wants to set, making him choke on his cock, but never stopping.

Tears have gathered out of the corner of his eyes but Fives keeps going, unrelenting, even as those tears begin to leave wet trails across his cheeks.

He’s close, and thus he begins to move Tup even faster. He could easily fuck his mouth if he wanted, but he likes doing it like this, yanking Tup’s hair and moving him around as he please.

Fuck, he’s going to…

 Fives wakes up.

It takes him just a moment before memories of his dream come crash in his head. Ah, that’s why he feels his lower blacks rather tight today.

He turns to the side, and notices that Tup is beginning to stir awake as well; he only hopes he wasn’t the one waking him up.

Oh well, it doesn’t matter now. Fives turns them around as soon as he manages to move again, making Tup open his eyes.

“F-Fives, wha--” but Fives doesn’t give him time to finish that sentence that he grabs onto his hair and yanks it down, making a startled moan come out of the other’s lips.

“Sssh, we still have some time before we actually need to get up,” he shushes him, right before beginning to kiss his neck just like he did in his dream. Tup too moans just like he heard there, and it sends a shiver to Fives’ spine.

“Alright… Alright,” he agrees then, closing his legs around Fives’ waist, keeping him there - as if he was going to leave.

 This will be fun.