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Quifrey is moaning more than Olruggio, which says a lot since Olruggio isn’t shy and Quifrey has his mouth full. He makes for a beautiful mess between Olruggio’s legs, his face flushed and his eye dark and intent on his work. His nose in the dark curls of Olruggio’s hair. That eye closes in a sort of rapture and he moans again, a low, muffled noise at the back of his throat that vibrates against the folds of Olruggio’s pussy, makes him gasp and twitch in response. Quifrey’s tongue is attacking him in slow, deep plunges, as if trying to savor every inch of him, and Olruggio’s leg shudders a little under the firm grip of Quifrey’s hand.
Quifrey’s other hand is touching himself. Olruggio can’t see it over the corner of the bed, where Quifrey is knelt on the floor with a sort of reverence, but he hopes Quifrey is pumping his cock to full hardness with the same long, indulgent strokes as his tongue inside him, lips fumbling in Olruggio’s heat like a sloppy sort of kiss.
Oh, Olruggio loves him. He loves this. He’s greedy for it.
He’s propped up on some pillows because sometimes Quifrey just straight-up spoils him, when Olruggio will let him, and he lets his head roll back into that plush pile, pulled on a tight cord of the pleasure mounting in his stomach. Lets his eyes roll up and his mouth fall open on another harsh exhale.
His hand blindly fumbles into Quifrey’s hair, fingers clenching and pulling, because Quifrey likes just a little bit of pain, as much as Olruggio can dare to give this cherished person. Quifrey moans again, those vibrations, and ruts slightly against the bed, knocks it with his chest, sucking up the wet noises happening around his tongue.
Oh yes, he’s enjoying this a lot. He might be reaching a point of frenzy even higher than Olruggio’s. Olruggio has observed this about him… He is so protected and closed off in day to day life, even in how he dresses, that to bare him like this, with them both naked locked away in his room (the proper sound-proofing glyphs in place of course), and to touch him and allow him to touch, drives the man a little crazy. It’s something he denies himself but needs so much. And in a thoroughly selfish way, Olruggio is overjoyed to provide it for him.
That tongue is glorious, they’ve been at this for a long while, just humming at a point of constant luxurious pleasure, but Olruggio wants more. He wants to see Quifrey undone.
He looks back down at him, at his flushed face, the red washed all the way down his pale chest in a way that Olruggio loves, there are simply so many small ways he loves this man. And he pulls Quifrey’s hair again, this time not just for pleasure but to pull him off him, out of him, at last.
Quifrey’s tongue slides out as he raises his face, his chin wet and his lips swollen and pink. He’s got a sort of glazed, wild look in his eye, so much different than his usual careful self-control.
This is for me, Olruggio thinks with another rush of selfish happiness. Just for me.
“Look at you,” he croaks, the fist in Quifrey’s hair sort of kneading his scalp with his knuckles. Quifrey lets out a long, audible breath that Olruggio feels hot against himself. It could have easily been another moan. Quifrey is very amped up indeed.
Olruggio spreads his legs wider, hopes that allows for a nice view from Quifrey’s perspective. He smiles crooked and sharp.
“I need something bigger to finish,” he drawls. “Care to oblige?”
Quifrey huffs a helpless sort of laugh, the look in his eye a little glint of reciprocal mischief, which is more in character than the dazedness of before but oh, that makes it all the sexier, doesn’t it? Because Quifrey is exactly the person Olruggio wants, just exactly how he is.
He pulls himself up onto the bed, the tight muscle of his arms deceptively strong, and Olruggio gets a nice glimpse of his cock as he crawls over him, hard and red and wanting. Quifrey plants kisses as he goes, up the hair of Olruggio’s infuriatingly-softening belly and his chest, until his face is close to Olruggio’s, and then he just smiles at him, with a tender fondness that makes Olruggio’s heart squeeze.
“I love you so much,” Quifrey says. And it’s not a confession, not important enough to be a confession and not something he hasn’t said before, but more just a fond little tease, almost a passing joke except that there’s nothing unreal about it at all.
Then he’s lining himself up at Olruggio’s entrance, just rubbing the head of his cock against the lips of Olruggio’s pussy, and Olruggio groans and grabs at his shoulders, pulls him down close so their chests can almost touch, so he can feel more of the heat of this body he loves in all its awkward bony elbows and terrible scars.
When Quifrey presses into him it’s slow but so very welcome it’s shockingly easy. He moans against Olruggio’s neck, a high keen of a noise now. He must be close. Olruggio clings to him, can feel the tremor in him. He pushes deeper and deeper, and Olruggio can feel him pulse inside him and oh fuck. He loves this. He loves being fucked by this man.
He lifts his hips, his knees coming up to frame Quifrey so Quifrey can sink deliciously deeper, as deep as possible.
More, more, I want all of you.
Quifrey kisses him, along his throat as he fills him. And then finds his way through Olruggio’s beard up to his mouth again, little mewling noises escaping against Olruggio’s lips before Olruggio is kissing him fervently, eating him up. And then Quifrey’s hips start moving, and oh, everything is so, so good.
He pulls out so far and then falls in again, stroking deep and slow. Quifrey moans into Olruggio’s mouth, and Olruggio’s head spins, tasting himself on the earnest thrust of Quifrey’s tongue.
They are not perfect. There is fumbling in the way they cling to each other, messiness, inexperience. But that doesn’t matter because it all feels so good. Quifrey thick and hard and deep inside him.
Quifrey’s lips pull away as he shifts, sits up slightly. With a gentleness that Olruggio can only interpret as love, he slides his hands under Olruggio’s knees and presses them forward… It’s a position that might twinge if Olruggio weren’t so far gone already, might even leave some remaining complaints in his back later, but he cannot even begin to care because it’s hot, Quifrey practically folding him in half and then bucking into him deeply, their hips meeting fully with a wet thud of a sound, and oh sweet god. Olruggio can’t actually see stars but he feels it must be a close call on that one. The force and depth of Quifrey’s thrusts now drag low “Ah”s out of him on each hit. He’s so deep… He’s drilling into him at exactly a wonderful spot, somewhere blossoming a pleasure that starts as a dull almost-pain but grows and grows, electrifying, rising in him so overwhelmingly. Quifrey’s pace grows faster and more erratic, bent over Olruggio and losing himself just as much in pounding his best friend so deliciously. He can’t reach Olruggio’s face to kiss him in this position, but he holds his gaze for a long hot moment, so flushed and panting and beautiful, and he lets out another of his wonderful moans.
“Oh… Oh Oru…”
He’s getting closer, Olruggio can tell by the mounting desperation in his movements. How hard his thrusts have gotten, forgetting for just a split moment to treasure the man below him but that’s perfect, that’s exactly what Olruggio wants with the tight-wound threat of orgasm pulling out long and wonderful inside him.
Yes. Fuck me, fuck me.
Quifrey’s cock buries itself deep inside him and stays there, his thrusts shallow and fast now, hips slapping against Olruggio’s desperately, just hitting there deep deep deep, Olruggio clenching harder and harder around him as his orgasm continues to build impossibly higher before actually hitting. It holds on for a long amazing moment, and Olruggio realizes he’s been begging “yes yes yes” without even knowing it.
And then his back arches, head burying itself in the pillows as he cums hard, mouth open wordlessly and breathlessly, and something in him twisting his eyes shut like that must have helped Quifrey that last bit as well, because he just attacks Olruggio through the residual twitches and jerks of pleasure, fucks him mercilessly with airy, helpless cries of his own.
“Oru, Oru, Oru…!”
And then he freezes, his whole body pressed up against Olruggio’s knees, and Olruggio’s over-sensitive insides can feel Quifrey’s cock twitch as it empties inside of him, and Olruggio groans again because this is something he loves too, Quifrey trembling above him.
Oh his sweet face… Eye closed, hair hanging over it, stuck in little spikes across his forehead with sweat… He’s gorgeous. His wide open mouth trembles and then closes with his teeth on his bottom lip, and then finally morphs into such a sweet, goofy little smile, and that’s when he finally opens his eye again and meets Olruggio’s gaze with a shy sort of humor, and softness…
Oh, I love you.
“Not bad, I’d say,” Olruggio says, and he’s still gulping in air so obviously that it’s not even near to sounding cool.
Quifrey laughs, cracking and jumpy and wonderful.
He pulls out of Olruggio slowly, pulls Olruggio’s legs back down more comfortably with a little kiss to one of his knobby knees… Of course give Quifrey an orgasm and he immediately reverts to caretaker mode.
Then he flops, boneless and sweaty and perfect onto Olruggio’s chest, his softening cock just a wet heaviness against Olruggio’s hip.
They lay like that for awhile, breathing heavily, smearing lazy kisses just wherever they happen to be. Olruggio cards a hand through Quifrey’s hair, no pulling now, just tenderness and worship. Quifrey drags a corner of the blanket over them like an awkward little cocoon.
Olruggio falls asleep, because of course he does. He always sleeps so much better after this time together. When he wakes up, Quifrey has left. But he has also left behind some water on the nightstand, and a plate of the cookies he made yesterday. Olruggio rolls his face into the pillows and smiles.
Some things never change, huh.