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“Fuck, V,” Kerry breathed between them as V slipped the cockhead in, lube smoothing the way of silicone.
V's eyes trailed up from Kerry's hole once he was sure he was sliding in just right, past his dick which curved against his stomach, watching his eyes roll shut.
“So good,” V murmured. It was his first time with the straps around his hips, first time fucking like he should have been born able to do, and though the cock wasn't real he felt a phantom pleasure ache through his pelvis, like this was right. Like - yeah, the cock was silicone, but it was him right now - an extension. Not just a toy for pleasure like the displays in Jig-Jig Street.
Kerry looked at him again, all soft intensity in those smeared-black-lined eyes, and his half-lidded gaze widened as V slid further home. His hand tightened on the back of V's neck. V moaned at the hard touch.
“Can you even -” Kerry paused, breathing in deep, “can y'feel it?” and his eyes lingered on the look-down, to the joining of their bodies.
V's eyes were still on Kerry's face as his hips, skin and fake leather straps, pressed against Kerry's ass. Kerry bit his lip, letting out a long sigh, and V fed from the sight alone. He wanted to lick into Kerry's mouth with an all-consuming ferocity. There was lust in his body, radiating through his bones - and there was the love, too, humming right alongside it. “Feel somethin’.”
Kerry must've had the same wants as him, because he reigned V in with his clutching hand, meeting his input halfway. They kissed open-mouthed, and Kerry made a delicious sound into V's mouth as he drew back his hips. V thrusted in and he moaned once more. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
V was unable to keep his eyes off of him, and he must've looked like some sort of gonk - never had he heard about staring at someone while fucking them. But as it was, he couldn't stop watching Kerry's reactions as he took the length of V's dick, unaware of whether it was caution, care, or being a voyeur to his input's pleasure.
“‘S what I'm doin’,” V murmured, his hips starting up a slow rhythm. Hand still a little slick from readying himself, he pressed another pump of lube into his palm before reaching between them, wrapping his hand around Kerry's dick.
Kerry gasped out a shocked laugh, shying away for a moment before relaxing with a throaty sound belonging to a set of chords V'd come to treat like the instruments to a siren’s song. “‘S fuckin’ cold,” he said, a smile on his face of all things, teeth bared to the room as his lips turned to an ‘o’.
V watched him, kissing his cheek, head descending, until Kerry's face wasn't in his peripheral anymore and his lips were against his input's pulse, teeth grazing skin. “Want me to stop what I'm doin’?” He asked, playing a dirty game; he made sure his fingers ran over Kerry's sensitive cockhead.
Kerry groaned, wrapping his arms around V's shoulders, turning his head and pressing his lips against the shell of V's ear. “You do that…” he breathed, “I'm turnin’ us both over to get what I want.”
The thought of it, of Kerry pushing at him to ride his cock for his own good, had V pressing in deep, grinding. His was a good response; Kerry wound his hand into V's curls and tightened his fingers, pulling while he made more heat-inspired noises.
“Sounds like i's what you need ,” V murmured, tightening his fist and trying to coordinate it with the thrust of his hips. The movement took some effort, but the way Kerry began to rock against him after some minutes showed the merc he was doing something blissfully correct.
“C'mon,” Kerry looked at him pleadingly.
“What you need, huh?” V murmured, looking between those fluttering eyes and lips.
Kerry's legs went around his waist, calves against his lower back, heels of his feet pressed against V's ass. V took the hint and begun thrusting in with force; after some satisfied but not-quite-there sounds into V's mouth, one of Kerry's hands was drawing between them and covering V's fist, guiding him in this hotly intimate moment with the same kinda love he'd used to show V how to hustle a pool table (when V’d already known - he just wanted Kerry pressed up behind him).
“V,” Kerry said in forewarning, biting at V's lower lip, making V jack his cock faster.
“Yeah, Ker?” V was infatuated with him, and his spinning head made his mouth run. “You like this cock?” He asked on a firm thrust.
“Fuck…”
“You gonna come on it, huh?” V goaded.
Neck on display as he writhed under V, Kerry nodded. He fixed V with the best look he could. “Next time… want you t’ make me choke on it ‘fore you fuck me.”
V growled, and the slap of skin on skin reached a frantic crescendo as he fixed his mouth to Kerry's. He reached his hand up to cup Kerry's throat, feeling his pulse throb against his thumb and forefinger. “Gonna fuckin’ bury it in there, Ker,” he tightened his hand for emphasis, “don't worry.”
Whether it was the promise or the drag of V's cock inside of him, Kerry came with a tight moan, forcing V balls-deep with his legs. His gasps shuddered into one loud sound as V released his throat halfway through, breaths of air that strung out his orgasm and had him twitch in V's arms as V pumped his cock once more. V wanted to keep fucking him, wanted to hear more shaky noises of him falling apart, but he waited, just gently moving, back-forth, back-forth.
Kerry swore, fingers dug into V's shoulders. “Shit,” he breathed, “V… the fuck…”
V nipped at his input's stubbled jawline. “Hm?”
“Fuck, I…” Kerry brought a hand over his face, wiping it. He kissed V's temple. “Bunch'a gonks out there with dicks for nothing when you can fuck me like that.”
V chuckled at the post-orgasm honesty and wonder. “Blessin’ in disguise I'm not one of ‘em…” he murmured. “Cuz if I did… if I could feel you? How you feel when I'm fuckin’ you with my fingers? Don't think I could keep it together f’ long…”
Contented but still wired, Kerry moaned, adjusting his hips - and twitching again when it made his dick slide through the messed channel of V's fist.
“Think there's somethin’ out there like that?” Kerry asked. “Somethin’ like… y're getting off?”
V's chest felt a little in flames. His cock twitched between the harness’ straps and he knew if he touched his cunt he could slide two fingers in, no probs. Fuck. The thought made his hips grind down on air, pushing the cock into Kerry's hole once more. “Wishin’ I could fill you up?”
“I'm not - sayin’ you're missin’ somethin’ -” Kerry said, obviously tryin’ to cover something he was embarrassed by, but V wouldn't have it.
He reached up his hand from Kerry's throat to his face, holding him in place, exacting him. “You wanna be fucked full, huh?” He watched Kerry's eyes flicker over his face, Kiroshis lightning-on but his half-closed lids saying the rest. “Bet you wanna feel it leakin’ out, sittin’ on my cock like you belong there.”
“V,” Kerry was nodding like all V said was gospel truth.
“There's somethin,” V said, “sure of it. I'll get it. Gonna give you everythin’ you want.”
Kerry grunted, enlivened by that, and pulled V into a rough kiss. “Please,” he said right onto V’s tongue. Shit, had he heard Kerry say that word before? When he wasn't acting the sarcastic dick? V had half a mind to let him keep begging. “Lemme suck your cock now,” he kissed him again. “Wanna taste you.” His painted fingernails trailed lines down V's back. “Wanna make you come.”
V felt his cunt tighten just at the words. He didn't wanna pull out of Kerry so soon, but he did want Kerry's determined mouth sucking him, wanted to feel that tongue tease at his hole. So, reluctantly, he began pulling his hips back, carefully watching Kerry's face. When the head slipped out, his input frowned.
“You alright?” V asked quietly.
Kerry sat up to V's level and poised his hand against V's chest. “Dick just felt too good inside me,” he murmured. He looked between them, brushing a hand down to tuck two fingers between strap and skin. He tugged at the material. “Take it off, now.”
V first wiped his messed hands on the nearby towel they'd grabbed for this very reason - and then complied, unlatching and untightening the straps until he could slide the whole thing off of his legs. He threw it somewhere to his right, the rig tumbling to the floor with a firm and amusing thud, but he paid no mind as Kerry was already gathering V in his arms. Before he knew it, he was being turned over. He went right with Ker, his input's fingers sliding through his wet folds before his back even touched the bed.
“Fuck, you're turned on, aren't'cha?” Kerry remarked, like there was some level of disbelief to be had - like being inside of him wasn't a mythical gift.
“Love fuckin’ you,” V shuddered as Kerry's fingers started rubbing a slick circle just above his cock, “look so fuckin’ good, even ‘f I can't feel it.”
“Gonna feel this,” Kerry said. “Promise you that.” He gave V a lingering kiss, and said, “gonna make you come in my mouth,” and then he was heading downwards, kissing in a direct line and not skipping a beat as his fingers deftly spread V so he could dive right in with his tongue.
Fuck, this was what V had been missing. In all his focus on making sure Ker got fucked like he deserved, his little cock was neglected - but not anymore, not as Kerry wrapped his lips around V’s dick and stroked his tongue along the underside.
“Taste fuckin’ amazing,” Kerry purred. He stroked his fingers through V’s wetness, pausing with two at his hole. “Can I…?”
V arched his back, trying to bear down on Kerry’s fingertips as well as his tongue. “Yeah-huh.”
A puff-of-breath-laugh at his cock, and then one of Kerry’s fingers thrust into him. In sync with his tongue, he rotated the digit, and had V working down onto him in no time.
“Got yourself real worked up, eh?” Kerry taunted.
V went to bite back, but Kerry took that moment to slip another finger inside of him, punching another grunt out of V. Kerry was grinning like the cat on his way to getting the cream. “Smug bastard,” V huffed.
“Mmh, no comment…” Kerry dipped his head, nipping at V’s thighs. The sharp pain-pleasure made V’s hips buck, cunt grazing against his facial hair. He bit his lip - it was a lightning-spark pain, but it felt fucking good, too. Kerry noticed his need and went back to work, fucking V with his fingers and mouth until V was on the edge.
The merc wound his hand into the front of Kerry’s hair, roughly jerking against his input’s tongue. “Ker,” he huffed, “c’mon…”
Kerry didn’t plunge his fingers deeper, didn’t suddenly start pounding V with his fingers like other gonks had tried, thinking that’s how getting him to come worked - no, he never did. Kerry knew what to do with his hands. His fingers massaged the opening of V’s cunt firmer and his tongue rubbed right over his cockhead - it was exactly the type of friction V needed, and he didn’t even have’ta say it out loud anymore - that’s what got his stomach hot more than anything sometimes -
“Gunna…” V breathed, feeling the tops of his thighs tensing, his stomach drawing tight, friction focusing into pleasure -
And then it all released, heat bursting across his body. He was fucking against Kerry’s mouth like he couldn’t get enough, and Kerry was muffling a moan against his cunt, not letting up, rubbing V through his orgasm - gripping his thigh with his other hand. V couldn’t writhe away from his mouth that way, could just rut against his tongue until he could only twitch every second or so in sensitivity.
“Fuck,” V sighed, his breath hitching as Kerry slowly released his fingers from V’s body. V relished in the warmth of Kerry’s figure leaning over him, and only jolted a little when Kerry’s thigh slipped between his, accidentally teasing his sensitive cock.
Kerry was a sight above him, and V couldn’t say anything with his current brainpower. His input seemed to know that. He smirked and raised a thumb to the corner of his mouth, wiping at it. But it was a display more than anything, because his whole mouth shone with V’s arousal.
“Show-off.” V’s head fell back to the pillow, but he still wrapped his arms around Kerry’s waist.
“Eh,” Kerry shrugged, leaning down, pressing messy kisses to V’s jaw, “‘s a thanks… for makin’ me feel nova.” His neck. “Well, not jus’ a thanks.” His shoulder. “Would do that for a long fuckin’ time if you let me.”
V grinned despite himself. His head was in that fantastical floating space, and he hummed an appraising sound as Kerry worked on giving him some lasting marks. He traced his fingers up-down Kerry’s back, and Kerry pressed against him with a contented, quiet moan, with no need to help himself to anything more; his dick was soft, and it probably wouldn’t firm up for some time - but it felt nice. It felt good. Peaceful. Like love.
Them, here, like this.