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Reed straightens up his room on autopilot to avoid looking at his phone. He’s already showered and changed clothes twice, so all that’s left to do to occupy him is rearrange the couch pillows for the millionth time.
Anticipation thrums in his veins, a low simmer of excitement that he staves off for the time being. It’s his turn to host what is becoming a regular occurrence, and he’s determined to do a decent job of it.
A knock sounds on his door, a familiar rap-raprap that brings him to attention like a dog. He can feel his body responding already, the simmer starting to spread into real heat, liquid and tantalizing. Reed goes to the door and opens it, revealing a young man he’s grown a bit attached to.
“Richards,” Victor says with an exaggerated frown.
Reed takes his time closing and locking the door, using the moment to reign in the surge of lust he got when he saw Victor standing there. When he turns back around Victor is still frowning, though it’s turned from teasing to fond.
“Rules?” Victor says, cocking an eyebrow, and Reed nods.
“Same as last time, but for this scene…” Reed shifts his weight, words catching in his throat. He knows once he gets through this, he’ll get what he wants, and that’s enough incentive to finish speaking. “…don’t hold back, I won’t break.”
“Mm, I know, but it’s not an endurance test,” Victor shoots back, an undercurrent of steel to his otherwise pleasant tone.
It sends a little shiver down Reed’s spine, and he nods his agreement.
“Well then,” Victor says as he approaches Reed, eyes darkening, “I suppose it’s time to see if my boy has been behaving himself.”
Arousal pulses deep in Reed’s core and he holds perfectly still as Victor closes in on him. His breathing stutters when the younger man stops a hair’s breadth away, pinned under his gaze like a mouse beneath a cat’s talon. Reed can feel his heartbeat picking up and the whisper of Victor’s breath across his parted lips, winching the tension tighter with every second he waits.
Victor smiles when Reed almost vibrates with effort to keep still, and then finally kisses him.
It’s possessive and deep, the slick push of Victor’s tongue into his mouth makes Reed moan gratefully as his hands fly to Victor’s hips. He lets him take what he wants, whines as Victor licks into his mouth and nips at his lips, enjoying himself for a few moments longer before their game starts.
“It’s been a long day,” Victor says lowly, adopting a smooth, unbothered tone as he looks down his nose at Reed. “Why don’t you come sit with me while I unwind?”
“Yes please,” Reed breathes out, sinking into his role like a warm bath. He follows Victor to his couch and waits for him to sit, not presuming where he’s wanted just yet. Reed is mildly surprised when Victor pats the space next to him rather than the floor but goes willingly, curling up on his side and letting Victor guide his head into his lap.
“That’s better,” Victor hums, stroking Reed’s hair. “I know I was gone for longer than usual. You must’ve been so bored all by yourself.”
Reed shakes his head, nuzzling closer so his nose is pressed into Victor’s hip crease. The fingers carding through his pepper locks are sending little lazy tendrils of desire down where he’s starting to become damp and warm.
“Oh? What did you do to amuse yourself?” Victor asks, and he sounds borderline uninterested. But his nails scratch Reed’s scalp slightly as he flexes his fingers, and Reed suppresses a shiver.
“Nothing, sir,” Reed says sheepishly, hoping Victor can’t hear how loudly his heart is pounding.
“Really,” Victor says, and his hand stills where it’s buried in Reed’s locks. “All that time, and you did nothing?”
Reed squirms, keeping quiet.
“Didn’t I arrange for someone to come by and pick up the place a little? Are you saying nobody came?” Victor’s voice takes on a sharp edge and his hand curls into a fist, gripping Reed’s hair.
“Hnnh, yes, sorry, they came,” Reed says quickly. “I forgot.”
“You forgot?” Victor echoes, deadly soft.
“Yes, I’m sorry.” Reed tries to pull away, but Victor gives his hair a sharp tug, keeping him where he is. Reed whines quietly as it makes the heat between his legs throb, dampness growing.
“I thought you knew better than to lie to me,” Victor growls, and then yanks Reed’s head back to look at him properly, other hand shoving Reed’s shoulder so he’s flat on his back. His expression is chilly as he watches Reed gasp and twitch, keeping Reed’s chin tilted back and throat bared to him.
“I didn’t,” Reed chokes out, eyes wide.
“What else are you hiding from me?” Victor muses dangerously, his free hand coming to cup Reed’s exposed throat. His thumb strokes over Reed’s rabbiting pulse, a mockery of tenderness.
Reed snaps his mouth shut, trembling as he squeezes his thighs together to stop the ache building in him. He freezes when Victor’s eyes follow the movement, dread creeping up and closing his throat.
“Did he touch you?” Victor demands, eyes blazing. “Did you open your legs for him like a little whore?”
“No!” Reed protests, and then whimpers when the hand at his throat flies to his pants, undoing them in quick, rough movements. He squirms in a feeble attempt to get away, but the hand knotted in his hair has him pinned.
Victor shoves his hand down Reed’s underwear, fingers finding him wet and hot to the touch. He hisses, infuriated, and rubs along Reed’s slit.
“You’re practically dripping,” Victor sneers, rubbing along Reed’s folds and making him buck. “You couldn’t wait for me to come home and take care of your needy little hole? You had to offer yourself to the first cock you see?”
Reed lets out a strangled noise, eyes rolling back as Victor’s clever fingers find his swollen prick and stroke it. “No, I didn’t, I wouldn’t!”
“No?” Victor mocks scathingly, and then pushes a finger into Reed’s hot core, scoffing when he cries out. “Then why are you so open already?”
“It was me,” Reed admits frantically, writhing as Victor pulls his finger out and pets at his hole. “I did it! I’m sorry, I missed you so much. I know you said not to touch myself, but I wanted you so badly I couldn’t stop it.”
Victor arches an eyebrow, mouth thinning into a disapproving line. “You disobeyed me.”
“I’m sorry,” Reed whines, his breathing catching harshly as Victor presses two fingers barely inside him, the pressure just enough to have his cunt clench and twitch.
“Did you finish?”
Reed shakes his head ‘no’ rapidly.
“Well, I won’t leave you wanting,” Victor says coolly, and then plunges his fingers back in.
Reed moans and snaps his hips up, trying to chase the feeling but hindered by his pants and the hand in his hair. He whines, frustrated, and the taunting little smile Victor gives him makes his cunt throb.
Victor finger fucks him relentlessly, curling them deep and abusing the area that has Reed keening loudly. His palm rubs against Reed’s cock with each thrust, not nearly enough pressure to be satisfying.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” Reed moans, tension drawing up and holding him at the edge. He forces his eyes to stay open, wanting to watch Victor’s face as he fingers him. He can see the hunger in Victor’s eyes, which are locked on where his hand vanishes into Reed’s pants. It becomes predatory as the slick sounds from Reed’s cunt grow louder, hot and possessive like he wants nothing more than to eat Reed up.
“Go on then, since you couldn’t help yourself,” Victor goads, and then presses his palm down roughly on Reed’s cock.
Reed’s body locks up and he comes with a cry, cunt pulsing and twitching through each wave as Victor fingers him through it. It leaves him breathless and a little shaky, nerves alight and tingling from his sudden orgasm.
“There, that should take the edge off before I have you,” Victor purrs, his fingers slowing down but still working into Reed’s cunt.
“Victor?” Reed asks, confused, but the hand in his hair releases him and begins petting, soothing away his concerns.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes, they can’t be comfortable,” Victor says instead of answering. He takes his fingers away and licks them as Reed fumbles to obey, tracking every movement with poorly concealed desire.
Now bare, Reed looks to Victor for instruction, fighting the urge to press his legs together to hide the slick on his inner thighs.
“Go lie on the bed, I’ll be with you shortly,” Victor says casually, giving a little dismissive wave.
Reed goes, his skin prickling from the light chill in his dorm room. He gets on the bed and tries to breathe, still dazed and lightheaded from his abrupt orgasm. The sheets are comforting against his bare skin, and he settles in, content to wait.
Victor sheds his own clothes, raking his gaze along Reed’s exposed body as he does. Once nude, he climbs up on the bed and crawls beside Reed, sitting him up.
Reed can feel how hot Victor is between his legs. The coarse, dark hair between Victor’s thighs is damp with wetness, betraying his arousal. Reed feels his own cunt ache at the thought, not allowing Reed a moment’s reprieve.
“Now, I’ve had a very trying day,” Victor murmurs, pupils blown wide as he drinks in the sight of Reed under him. “You know what I want, don’t you?”
A low moan slips from Reed’s chest, the need to please flaring up in his gut with shocking intensity. Reed kneels over his face, then practically yanks himself down onto his waiting mouth.
“Oh!” Reed gasps as Victor’s tongue finds the wet, eager center of him and begins to lick. The smell and taste of Reed surrounds him, blocking out everything from Victor’s mind but this. He makes a low, eager noise as he laps at Reed’s cunt, dragging his tongue along his folds in a firm, flat slide. Victor’s mouth finds the proud jut of Reed’s growth and he wraps his lips around it, tongue laving at the sensitive tip.
Above him, Reed moans and whines, rocking his cunt into Victor’s face shamelessly as he chases his pleasure. His voice goes high and desperate when Victor finds his leaking entrance, legs starting to shake as he’s eaten out.
Victor loops his arms around Reed’s upper thighs and holds him down so he can press and lick at his hole, groaning deep in his chest. He could live here, smothered between Reed’s plush thighs and drowning in the taste of him. It’s intoxicating to be used like this, and it sends molten need through Reed’s body.
“Hnng, fuck, I’m close,” Reed moans, his hand flying down to find his cock and rub it. He ruts down on Victor’s tongue, his noises frantic as he works himself in time with Victor’s licking.
Victor growls, finding a rhythm that makes Reed keen, and then doesn’t let up. He hears a choked warning before his mouth and chin are suddenly soaking wet, dripping with Reed’s release as he cries out above him. Victor moans and chases it greedily, lapping at Reed’s fluttering hole until he feels him shift away.
“Oh, good boy,” Victor pants, eyes shining, and then shimmies down Reed’s body so he can kiss him. Victor smears his own release across their lips as he kisses Reed, messy and demanding, a pleased hum in the back of his throat.
Reed hooks a leg over Victor’s hips to bring his body against his, not bothering to hide the wanton noises he’s making as Victor licks into his mouth.
“Let me grab my bag,” Victor mumbles between kisses, making no move to pull away. He trails open mouthed kisses down Reed’s neck, teeth scraping delicate skin.
“Please,” Reed moans, tilting his head, and is rewarded with a sharp bite. He clutches Victor to him and threads a hand into his gorgeous dark hair to keep him there, whining plaintively.
Victor sucks a bruise into the pale column of Reed’s throat, his hands finding Reed’s chest and fondling him. He doesn’t linger there, knowing Reed can’t feel much, and one of his hands creeps up to fasten around Reed’s throat.
Reed goes limp, some sort of ingrained reflex in his hindbrain telling him to surrender, submit to whoever has him by the neck. His cunt is aching almost painfully now, hot and wet and desperate to be filled.
“Hush now,” Victor whispers, his lips brushing the shell of Reed’s ear as his hand slowly tightens. “I’m going to get my bag, and then I’m going to remind you who owns your pretty little cunt.”
“Hng,” Reed chokes out, arousal and lack of air making his head swim.
Victor releases him and goes to fetch his bag, little sounds giving away hints as to what he’s doing as Reed waits. He comes back with a harness strapped to his hips and around his upper thighs, a thick black dildo in his hand.
“Fuck,” Reed mutters when he sees it, and he knows his face gives away how badly he wants it.
Victor smirks and fiddles with something at the base of it, then does the awkward dance of putting it on while already strapped in. Once he’s set, Victor gets back on top of Reed and pushes his legs open. He runs his fingers along Reed’s flushed, pink center, stroking his folds and checking how wet he is.
“Yes,” Reed rasps, tilting his hips up. “Please.”
“Don’t want to warm up with my fingers first?” Victor asks playfully, giving Reed’s cunt another long, firm pet down to his hole before dipping a finger in. “Or do you want me to split you open and fuck you whether you like it or not?”
Reed’s mind is an endless chant of yesyesohgodyes but all he can manage is a needy whine.
Victor’ eyes darken and he shuffles forwards, a hand gripping the base of his cock. He grips Reed’s leg with one hand to keep him spread open and rubs the silicone along Reed’s swollen cunt a few times, gathering his slick. Then Victor touches the tip to Reed’s aching core and presses in slowly, lips parting in a shaky exhale.
“Oh fuck,” Reed groans weakly, tossing his head back and clinging to the sheets as he’s filled. It’s an all-consuming, burning pressure that’s teetering violently on the edge of pain. It floods Reed’s body with agonizing pleasure, the stretch making him pant and shake as tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.
“Relax Richards, keep your legs spread,” Victor says, voice wavering and thready. “You’re doing so well, I promise it’ll feel better in a minute.”
Reed makes a wounded, desperate noise, unbearably turned on by Victor’s words. He feels the brush of the harness as Victor finally bottoms out and he shudders at how full he feels, stretched open around Victor’s cock.
“Well done, you’re doing so well,” Victor murmurs soothingly, rocking his hips experimentally and then cooing when Reed hisses. Despite his earlier statement, he waits until Reed loses some of the tension in his body before starting to move.
The first thrust has Reed scrabbling at the sheets, breath punched out of him and eyes wide. The sound he makes is pathetic, but Victor moans when he hears it.
Victor starts to fuck him with slow, firm rolls of his hips, driving deep into Reed with each thrust. He finds the angle that has Reed clawing at the bed, the thick length of his cock dragging along Reed’s walls just right and making him wail.
“See? I told you I would make it good for you,” Victor says around a moan, repeating the motion until he finds a rhythm that has Reed keening wildly.
“Ah! Oh god yes,” Reed loses himself in it, reveling in the feeling of being split open on Victor’s cock. He’s on the right side of too sensitive from his first orgasm, and Reed has no control over how eagerly his body reacts to it, building the pressure in his pelvis back up.
“Are you going to come again?” Victor says, too affectionate to be properly mocking. “Are you so greedy for it you can’t stop yourself?”
“Oh, sorry, fuck, m’sorry,” Reed whines, high and pitchy as the burning ache inside him mounts too close to the edge. “I can’t, I can’t—pleasedon’tstop!”
Victor fucks him through it without pause, eyes burning with arousal as Reed clenches around him. His face his pink and there’s a fine sheen of sweat gathering in the hollow of his throat as he picks up the pace before Reed’s even finished.
“Wait,” Reed pleads breathlessly, tears spilling over as the sensation becomes too much. “Hurts, please, no…”
“Poor baby,” Victor croons. “If you hadn’t touched yourself earlier, maybe it wouldn’t hurt now. I’m not through with you.”
Reed chokes on a sob, a shudder wracking through him as Victor’s cock sends an agonizing jolt of pleasure through him. “Victor, m’sorry, sorry…!”
“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” Reed gasps, breath stuttering. “Please!”
Victor smiles and catches Reed’s legs under the knee, pushing them to Reed’s chest and spreading him wide. He shoulders his way under them, planting his hands and letting Reed’s legs rest on his biceps as he begins a brutal pace. Every snap of his hips buries his cock deeper, and Victor moans as the base of it hits him right.
The razors’ edge of pain and pleasure drags through Reed’s body, finding each nerve and scraping it raw. It quickly becomes addicting, and Reed’s cries take on a needy note as oversensitivity bleeds into ecstasy.
“Good boy, such a good boy for me,” Victor starts to ramble, eyes fixed on Reed’s face with open adoration. “Maybe now you’ll remember who you belong to. Your sloppy hole is mine; do you understand? You’re mine.”
Reed keens his agreement loudly, the possessiveness going straight to his cock. “Yes, yes, yours, please, Victor, make me yours.”
“I’m going to come in you,” Victor growls, shifting his weight to one hand as he messes with something on the harness. “I’m going to fill you and make you keep it in, plug your greedy hole so none slips out. I’ll keep you loose and wet with my spend so I can fuck you whenever I want, going to make sure it takes.”
“Ohgodyes!” Reed sobs, suddenly right on the edge but needing that extra push. Everything in his body is drawn tight, his cunt is swollen and aching as badly as his prick, just needing that little nudge. He can barely see through the blur of tears, lost in the fantasy of being claimed so fully and intimately. His face is wet and tacky with them, more spilling down his cheeks as he whimpers helplessly against the razor-sharp pleasure-pain.
“Show the world who you belong to,” Victor pants, then whines when he finds what he’s looking for on the harness. “I’ll breed you properly.”
A low, insistent vibration starts up, beginning in the base of the dildo and traveling up to where it’s buried inside Reed. It feels like an electric shock, the blunt burning pleasure of Victor’s cock giving way to this new sensation. Reed opens his mouth in a soundless scream, thrashing under Victor as he crests once more.
It hurts in its intensity, agonizing in a way Reed wants to drown in forever, and Victor doesn’t stop fucking him through it until he collapses with a weak sob, completely spent.
Victor pulls out and grips his cock at the base, the silicone slick and wet with Reed’s come. He grinds against the vibrating base, rutting his hips up in short thrusts as he chases his pleasure. “Oh god, oh fuck Reed I’m so close, you were so perfect, so good for me.”
Reed whines faintly, mesmerized by the sight in front of him. Victor is flushed and sweaty, his chest heaving for air as he works himself to his finish. His gorgeous eyes are glassy and unfocused, pink lips parting with a moan when he finds a good angle.
“Reed,” Victor groans, and then shudders as he comes, rocking his hips up into the vibrating base of his cock. He continues for several seconds, whining and moaning as he rides it out, then swears and fumbles to turn the thing off. He can’t seem to find the button, so he falls off Reed onto his back to better wrestle with it, then gives up and strips the whole thing off.
Reed laughs weakly, spying the bullet vibe embedded at the bottom of the rigid base.
“Fuck,” Victor wheezes, collapsing back. “There needs to be an emergency release tab or something.”
Reed rolls so he’s draped over Victor, tucking himself into his side and using his chest as a pillow. “Mhm, like on an aircraft. In case of a water landing, pull red tab…”
“Shut it,” Victor sighs, pressing a kiss into the top of Reed’s head, then wraps his arms around him and pulls him close.
Reed closes his eyes and basks for a moment, enjoying the weightless, floaty feeling that always came after a scene with Victor. He feels more relaxed than he has in weeks, everything all syrupy and soft.
“Debrief?” Victor asks, petting gently down the curve of Reed’s back.
“Not yet,” Reed mumbles, unwilling to leave his cozy space.
“Okay. But I need a check in.” Victor continues to pet him with one hand while the other sneaks into Reed’s hair and scratches gently.
“Hrrphhf,” Reed grunts. But he knows it’s important for Victor to get some sort of verbal check in, so he rallies as best he can. “Five stars. I’ll leave a review on yelp.”
Victor gently pinches Reed’s hip.
“Ow! Fuck, okay. I’m good. That was…” Reed flounders for a second, then finishes meekly. “…really good. Are you…also good?”
“I’m good too,” Victor purrs, and then kisses the top of his head again. “Thank you.”
Satisfied he bought himself at least thirty minutes of cuddling, Reed settles back into Victor’s arms and closes his eyes. He knows he’ll start feeling gross way sooner, but for right now Reed is content to bask in his afterglow with Victor.