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"Is it just me, or is there a lot of turbulence right now?"
Wally glanced back over his shoulder, expression clearly amused. "I don't think it's turbulence if it's a ship, Kyle. And for what it's worth, it's definitely just you."
Kyle frowned at him, crossing arms petulantly. "The whole… the cruise ship is moving so much."
He had never been on a cruise before, but he was pretty sure that they weren't supposed to be able to feel the rock of the ocean waves that intensely. Suddenly, this vacation with Wally and Connor was seeming like a terrible idea - they had bought tickets for an Alaskan cruise as a way to decompress from their hero-ing, but Kyle kind of wished they had picked a vacation that didn't trap them on a ship for several days at a time.
"It literally isn't, dude." Wally laughed, fully turning around. The overhead lights of the hallway caught the ends of his curly red hair, giving him a faint golden halo around his head. "You're just extremely drunk."
Kyle squinted at him. Admittedly, he was pretty drunk - he and Wally had sequestered themselves in a corner of the Aurora Borealis' bar, knocking back drinks while swapping stories. Connor had sat with them at the beginning, but then decided to go watch the northern lights from the upper deck.
Kyle had been a little nervous being left alone with Wally at first - they were friends now, but most of their conversations still dissolved into arguments. Once Kyle had convinced Wally to order a giant pitcher of sangria, however, all that nervousness had melted away, replaced with a pleasant buzz that left him giggly.
He dimly recalled that by the time Wally had dragged him away from the bar, he had ended up with an arm thrown around Wally's broad shoulders, face pressed against his brown leather jacket.
It was something that Kyle would definitely be embarrassed about tomorrow morning. Right now, though, all he could think about was how surprisingly nice Wally had smelled, the natural fragrance of the leather mixing with whatever shampoo he must use.
"Alright, man." Wally sighed, stepping towards Kyle and resting a hand on his lower back. Kyle's body stiffened at the touch, his already-flushed cheeks turning a shade darker.
Before he could ask Wally what, exactly, he was doing, Wally had started pushing him through the hallway. Kyle followed on unsteady feet, trying not to trip over himself.
They meandered through the hallways for what felt like an eternity, but was probably just a few minutes. It was a little hard to concentrate with Wally still touching his lower back - Kyle knew at this point that Wally was just trying to steer him in the right direction, but it was extremely distracting.
Kyle could admit that despite how much Wally got on his nerves, he was still very cute. He looked nothing like a runner - broad shoulders, sharp jaw, heavier build. Even his hands were indelicate, square palms and strong fingers. The same fingers that were pushing slightly against his spine, making Kyle feel almost dizzy.
Then again, it could just be the alcohol.
When they finally reached their cabin, Kyle was swaying dangerously on his feet. He scrambled at his jeans pocket, fumbling for the key that should have been in there. After a moment of patting himself down, he gave up, pressing his fist against the doorknob and prying the lock open with a construct.
"Hey," Wally muttered, keeping his voice. "What happened to no costumes on our vacation?"
"Technically, I'm not in a costume." Kyle pointed out. "So there."
The lock popped open with a quiet click, and Kyle swung the door open, stumbling into the darkened interior. He didn't even bother trying to look for the light switch, instead letting a soft green glow emanate from his ring.
In an effort to save some money on the tickets, the three of them had agreed to share a suite; the cheapest option was a two-bedroom, clearly meant for small families. It had somehow ended up with Kyle and Wally sharing the large bed, even though Connor had told him before that he didn't actually have much privacy when he lived in the monastery. Kyle wondered if Connor had been subtly trying to get them to share so they might get along better.
Wandering into the dark, Kyle flopped down dramatically on the bed, letting out a sigh when his face hit the soft sheets. He rubbed his cheeks against the duvet, humming contentedly.
He heard a quiet laugh behind him, and when he rolled onto his back, he saw Wally standing over him, looking extremely amused.
"You gonna sleep in all your clothes, Rayner?" Wally teased. "You had better at least take off your shoes - I don't want to get covered in whatever nasty New York trash that's sticking to your soles."
"I am not going to sleep right now." Kyle groused, but sat up anyway. He leaned over, struggling with the laces on his boots for a moment before managing to kick them off.
Wally had wandered away by the time he finished. Kyle wondered where he had gone for a moment before processing the bathroom light was indeed on. He bit his lip, deciding that even if he wasn't going to bed right now - even in his inebriated state, he was so used to late nights that it was a real struggle to sleep before 1AM - he might as well get comfortable.
So he started to strip down, tugging off his jeans, jacket, and shirt, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor. His binder, however, proved to be much more difficult - Kyle grunted as he tried to shimmy out of the tight material, arms flailing in uncoordinated motions. Giving up, he just grabbed the back of the binder and yanked up. It was bad for the material, but he couldn't really care right now - he just had to get the damn thing off.
"Finally," he sighed once he had managed to tug his binder over his head, running a hand through his black hair in an attempt to fix it. "I never thought I was going to-"
He froze.
Wally was standing in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. He was staring directly at Kyle's chest, mouth open in disbelief.
Kyle hadn't told him he was trans, hadn't been planning on telling him. He had figured he could just go to bed last, sleep in a hoodie and hope that Wally didn't wake up in the middle of the night and look too hard at his chest.
But he had gotten way too damn drunk and forgotten about all of that, and now Wally knew. Wally, who lived in fucking Kansas and was probably a Republican and hadn't stopped staring, and-
Oh god. Kyle's could feel his throat closing with panic, heartbeat thrumming in his ears. What the hell was he going to do? Would he be disgusted? Would he try to hurt him? His breathing was getting fast now, world slipping away as panic overtook him.
"… Kyle? Kyle!" Wally's voice sounded like he was underwater, far away and almost distorted. With a start, Kyle realized that Wally was kneeling right in front of him, hands resting on his bare legs. Kyle stared at the touch, barely comprehending it. "Hey, it's okay dude - or, err…"
Kyle abruptly shoved Wally's hands off of him, ring igniting in a blaze of power as his Green Lantern suit materialized, covering his body. Kyle didn't even think before knocking Wally to the ground, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down.
His whole body was shaking with adrenaline, breaths still short and shallow. "Don't - don't touch me." He gasped. He still felt fuzzy with intoxication, alcohol thrumming through his system. "If you try to hurt me, I will kick your ass."
Wally gaped at him, green eyes still wide. "Holy shit, Kyle. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
Kyle swallowed, suddenly realizing how badly he was reacting. He loosened his grip on Wally's wrists, but still felt too shaky to let go entirely. "Okay."
"I'm sorry that I walked in on you. I had no idea, I promise." Wally gnawed on his lip, though if it was because of nerves or something else, Kyle couldn't tell. "Does… does anyone else know?"
Kyle felt lightheaded. "Know what?"
"That you're a woman?"
"I am not a woman!" Kyle shouted, wincing when he realized how loud his voice had been. "I… I'm not a woman, okay?"
"Alright, alright, you're not a woman." Wally placated. "You just… have boobs…?"
"God," Kyle sighed, finally releasing Wally's wrists so he could rub at his own eyes. He realized that he had put the mask on too, and willed it away.
He really didn't want to be explaining this to Wally right now, but if he wanted any chance at salvaging their tenuous friendship, he didn't have a lot of other options. "I'm… ugh. I'm no good with words. I'm transgender, okay? I'm a man, trapped in a woman's body. So even if I have boobs and, y'know, the rest of that stuff, I still think of myself as a man."
He didn't really like that explanation, but he was too drunk to try and think of how to say it in a different way that Wally would still understand.
"Oh. Wow." Wally didn't sound angry, at least? He was still staring up at Kyle, expression more curious than anything. "Yeah, okay, that makes sense. Dude, I had no idea."
Kyle's shoulders sagged, relief flooding through him as it became clear that Wally wasn't going to completely freak out. "Guess that means I'm doing a decent enough job at passing." He laughed a little, leaning back as he started to shift his weight off of Wally. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I just wasn't sure-"
Kyle froze suddenly, hips stilling as he felt something press against him. "Dude. Are you hard?"
Wally's cheeks, already a light pink, flushed even darker. "Well…"
"Seriously? Is that all it takes for you? Seeing a pair of tits?"
"Like you're one to talk!" Wally snapped back. "You're always making those horny constructs! And besides, it wasn't even that."
"Yeah right." Kyle snorted. "What was it then? The wind?"
"More like you pouncing on top of me!"
Kyle wasn't sure what possessed him to do what he did next. The alcohol, certainly, but it wasn't just that - maybe it was a bid to regain a little control after being so thoroughly rattled, maybe it was the adrenaline still running through his veins, maybe it was the way that the moonlight was spilling out of the window, catching Wally's square jaw just right.
It didn't really matter. All that did matter was the fact that he slammed his hands down on Wally's wrists, pinning him back to the ground.
"Seriously, West?" His voice came out a little too breathy. "You get hard from any guy pushing you down like this?"
"That is - that is not what I meant." Wally's tone was stern, but Kyle caught the way his pupils dilated.
"Isn't it, though?" Kyle smirked, more confident than he felt. "We both know you could've broken out of this any damn time you wanted. That if you didn't want me to touch you, I wouldn't have even gotten the chance."
"Kyle…" Wally sounded strained, breath hitching when Kyle rolled his hips back, grinding down against Wally's cock. Even through the material of his Green Lantern suit, he could feel Wally's cock twitch.
"Holy shit," Kyle rocked down firmly, warmth simmering under his skin as he felt Wally's dick press against his own cock. He hummed with pleasure, letting his uniform melt away, leaving him only in his boxers.
Wally swallowed thickly, eyes locked firmly on Kyle's face. Even still, Kyle could still catch his gaze flickering down, glancing at Kyle's chest as he moved.
"I knew it." Kyle breathed, nose scrunching in annoyance. "You're such a fuckin' pervert, looking at my chest like that."
"I'm - I'm sorry, Kyle." Wally's face burned, and he actually squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm not trying to be disrespectful - mmf!"
Wally was cut off as Kyle pressed a messy kiss to his mouth, using his teeth to bite harshly at Wally's lower lip. Wally gasped in pain, but Kyle felt his hips shift, bucking up against Kyle's crotch as he was nipped.
Taking that as encouragement, Kyle sucked Wally's lip into his mouth, alternating between licking and biting at the delicate skin. He dug his short nails harshly into Wally's wrists, groaning with pleasure when Wally let out a whimper.
Kyle groaned hungrily - he had never heard Wally sound like that. The idea that he was the one getting Wally worked up like this, knocking his stupid, cocky ass down a few pegs, was turning him on more than he cared to admit.
He sat up, releasing Wally to wipe at the spit smeared across his face. With his other hand, he summoned a pair of green, futuristic handcuffs, locking them firmly around Wally's wrists.
"Fuck," Wally panted, grinding shamelessly against Kyle's clothed crotch. "Kyle. Kyle, let me fuck you."
Kyle shook his head. "Nah. I got a way better idea."
Still holding Wally down with the cuffs, Kyle stood, stepping away from where Wally lay on the floor. Taking a deep breath, he kicked off his boxers, sliding a hand down to rub at his own cock. He was incredibly hard, clit standing at attention as he touched himself gently.
Wally watched with half-lidded eyes, mouth parted slightly as he took in the sight. "What's your bright idea, rookie?"
Kyle scoffed in annoyance at the nickname, kicking Wally in the leg without any real force. "My bright idea is that I've got the universe's best sex toy right on my damn finger."
He scrunched his forehead, concentrating as he pictured what he wanted to summon. It took him a second longer than it normally would have, alcohol affecting his ability to concentrate - but after a moment, he had materialized a long cock, jutting out from his pelvis.
Kyle had, admittedly, done this a good number of times before - not just when he was having sex with Donna, either. Sometimes he would stand naked in front of a mirror, playing with different genitalia and daydreaming about the possibilities. He would have fun with it, designing fantastical dicks, limited only by his own extensive imagination.
He had elected to go with something a lot more normal this time, not wanting to intimidate Wally. Even still, Wally's eyes were wide with clear trepidation.
"Um, Kyle," Wally started, nervousness evident in his tone. "I've, uh, I've never-"
"That's fine." Kyle cut him off, stumbling a bit before kneeling between Wally's legs. He pressed his palm against the clear bulge in Wally's jeans, feeling the hardness underneath. "I don't have to… to fuck you, if you don't want. But you have to understand you're sleeping with a guy, okay? I don't want - I can't have you inside me tonight."
Kyle wasn't opposed to penetration. In fact, he had lots of fun playing around with getting fucked by his ex-girlfriends, and especially loved it when Donna had gotten rough with him, holding him by the hair and plowing him hard enough that he saw stars. But tonight, he needed to know that Wally wanted him. Not a girl that didn't exist.
Wally swallowed, throat bobbing. He hadn't gotten any softer, and as Kyle touched him, he let out a soft groan of pleasure.
"I… I don't know, Kyle." He admitted. "Christ, man, this is kind of a lot, and really sudden. Maybe we can just start with, like… some oral? Or something?"
Kyle nodded - if he were being honest with himself, he was a little disappointed, but Wally did have a point about things moving a little fast. So he willed his construct away, leaving him completely bare.
While Wally was still fully clothed. That wouldn't do at all.
Kyle grabbed Wally's hips, earning a surprised yelp as he forced Wally to tilt them up so he could start tugging off his jeans and underwear. Wally squirmed at the motion, letting out a whine when Kyle accidentally dragged his fingernails carelessly against the outside of his thigh.
Wally was incredibly hard, long, slender dick standing at attention. Kyle spat on his palm before grabbing it, tightening his grip until Wally let out a pained yelp.
"G-gentle!" Wally gasped. "I'm sensitive!"
"You're fine." Kyle scoffed, running his thumb against a prominent vein. He felt Wally's cock twitch in his hand, precum beading at his head. "I think you like a little bit of pain."
"That's not - ahh - true," Wally gasped, though his voice wavered unconvincingly. "It's just the - speedster metabolism! Oh fuck, fuck!"
Kyle laughed quietly, jerking Wally off with fast, brutal strokes. He narrowed his eyes as he concentrated, making the cuffs around Wally's wrist tighten until he could practically feel how they jutted against Wally's bones, ring creating the ghost of sensation in his mind as he tormented Wally.
Wally's stomach tightened, muscles flexing as he thrashed with the sensation. He was squirming enough that it was hard for Kyle to keep a grip on him, cock almost slipping out of his hand several times.
Kyle frowned in frustration, and with a thought, green chains sprang from the ground, wrapping firmly around Wally's body. Wally stilled, gasping as the ghost of cold metal touched his skin. This time, when he tried to squirm, all he could really do was whimper helplessly as Kyle tightened the chains further, forcing him to stay in one place.
Kyle was pretty sure that Wally could vibrate out of the bindings if he really wanted to - or was that the old Flash? Regardless, Wally hardly seemed to be protesting his current situation. His cock throbbed against Kyle's palm, and he was letting out a constant string of little moans.
He laughed softly, flicking a nail against Wally's dick playfully. "God, West, if I had known you were such a slut, I could've given you what you needed a long time ago."
Wally's face burned with clear shame. "Shut - shut the fuck up, Rayner, you have no idea what you're - ggh!"
Wally was abruptly cut off as a green ball gag materialized between his teeth, his eyes widening to almost comic proportions as his jaw was forced open. He tried to say something else, but all that came out was a low gurgle.
"That is so much better." Kyle laughed. "I should have done that ages ago."
Wally made a muffled sound that was probably supposed to be a protest - although, now that Kyle looked, he did seem particularly wrecked. He wasn't even looking at Kyle anymore, half-lidded eyes staring helplessly at the cieling as Kyle continued to jerk him off.
"There you go," Kyle mumbled, pausing his strokes to dig his nails into the side of Wally's cock. The redhead let out a muffled moan, even more precum spurting from his head and dripping down his shaft.
Kyle considered for a moment before leaning down, licking at the clear fluid. It was slightly salty, though not overpoweringly so, the taste almost pleasant against Kyle's tongue. He sighed contentedly, laving his tongue over Wally's shaft.
Wally whined, hips bucking as he chased the pleasure. As he did, though, Kyle moved his head back. "Stop that," he snapped. "If you want to get off, you need to lay down and take it."
Kyle clenched his fist, willing the chains to tighten further around Wally's body. He stared hungrily at the way the constructs bit into his skin, already pale flesh turning a ghostly white as his circulation was cut off.
Satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere, Kyle leaned back down, sucking the tip of Wally's cock into his mouth. He hadn't blown a lot of guys, but Wally seemed worked up enough that Kyle didn't feel the need to be too concerned about his technique. He mostly just bobbed his head, running his tongue along the underside of Wally's shaft.
His dick felt nice in his mouth, and Kyle found his mind going hazy with pleasure, losing himself in the sensation of his movement. Kyle adjusted slightly, wrapping his hand around the base of Wally's cock so he could fuck his face against him. He could hear Wally letting out muffled moans, voice trapped behind the gag.
Wally's dick hit the back of his throat, and Kyle choked slightly, coughing as his muscles spasmed. Undeterred, Kyle kept pushing his head down, fighting against his reflexes as he forced more of Wally's dick into his throat.
Suddenly struck with a wicked idea, Kyle closed his eyes, forcing himself to concentrate as he manipulated his constructs. Wally let out a surprised yelp, the sound dissolving into a low moan as Kyle transformed the gag, distorting its shape until it mimicked that of a cock, shoved deep into Wally's mouth.
As Kyle moved his head back down, he pushed the gag deeper into Wally's throat, copying the way he was blowing him. The idea that both of their mouths were getting used made Kyle moan, and he circled his own clit with a few fingers, letting the gag expand even further to slide into Wally's tight throat. Wally thrashed against the restraints, making a high, almost panicked noise.
Something clicked in Kyle's mind, and he sat up, head spinning with the sudden movement. With a wave of his hand, the gag disappeared, and Wally spluttered weakly.
He was a complete wreck, tears prickling at the edges of his eyes, drool running down his chin in thin rivulets. He coughed a couple of times, and a wave of guilt crashed over Kyle - what the fuck had he been doing? This was way, way more than anything Wally had agreed to, and Kyle hadn't even asked about the restraints, the gag, the… any of it. Just because he was used to messing around like that with other people didn't mean that Wally was going to be okay with it.
Even still, seeing his pink, teary face, Kyle felt almost dizzy with arousal, wishing that he could just keep pushing Wally.
He ignored that thought, awkwardly scrambling over Wally's long legs to sit next to him. "Shit, Wally, are you okay?"
He expected Wally to get angry with him, tell him off for being irresponsible like he usually did. Instead, he just let out a soft whine, eyelashes fluttering. "Yes, fuck, I'm fine." His voice was a little hoarse, the sound of his abused throat making Kyle bite his lip. "Holy shit - Kyle, please, please fuck me."
Kyle's eyes widened, caught totally off guard. "You want-?"
"Yes! Yes, I want it." Wally swallowed thickly. "Just - ugh, just leave the gag out so I can - so I can tell you to stop. If I have to."
Kyle probably would have been a lot more disappointed about losing the gag if he weren't so excited that he was getting to fuck Wally after all.
He stood up, making the rest of his constructs vanish in an instant. "We should get on the bed." He said, offering Wally a hand. "I hate getting my knees sore."
Wally snorted, pausing for a moment before grabbing Kyle's hand, hauling himself up. Kyle noticed that his legs were shaking slightly, and he was tempted to tease him - but he didn't want to do anything to risk Wally changing his mind.
Kyle flopped back onto the bed, sighing in contentment as he spread his legs out. Wally watched him with a clear interest, breath hitching slightly when Kyle slid a finger inside of himself.
Kyle groaned, pressing lightly against the walls of his insides. He didn't always get very wet, even when aroused, but right now he was practically soaking. As he fingered himself, he could hear his own slick in the quiet bedroom.
Wally sat next to him, pressing his hand against Kyle's stomach and rubbing gently at the skin. "That's so hot," he breathed, voice husky with arousal.
Kyle snorted. "Yeah? Watch this, hotshot."
He pulled his fingers out with a low breath, arching his hips up as he willed a cock into existence, pressing the tip of it against his entrance. He wasn't very stretched out, but he pushed it inside of himself anyway.
Kyle grimaced slightly but continued to force it in, head tossing back as the cock sank deeper inside of his cunt. Wally groaned, and Kyle could see his shoulder working from where he was touching himself. For some reason, the idea of Wally masturbating to him made Kyle whine, back arching as he suddenly opened up, dick thrusting into him in one firm movement.
"Fuck yes," Wally hissed. "Next time, Rayner, I'm gonna get inside of you."
Kyle should probably be annoyed at that, but he just felt his stomach swoop with arousal at the promise of a next time.
Invigorated, Kyle sat up, hissing as the construct inside of him pressed against his sensitive walls. "Don't - don't get too ahead of yourself." He panted, swinging his legs over Wally's lap and sitting on him. He could see the fast, desperate way that Wally was touching himself, the tip of his cock pressed against Kyle's stomach, smearing spit and precum all over his tan skin. "That was just for me. Now it's time to take care of you."
He grabbed Wally's shoulders, pushing him down to the bed hard enough that the pillows jumped. Kyle then rolled him over onto his stomach, pressing his palm against the back of Wally's neck. He gripped him tightly, forcing his head into the mattress.
Wally let out a muffled moan, the sound ending in a whine as Kyle once more summoned handcuffs, this time tying Wally's wrists behind his back. Having lost the use of his hands, Wally humped against the soft sheets, letting out tiny gasps as he did so.
Kyle scoffed, smacking Wally's ass hard enough to leave a red mark. Wally yelped at the sudden pain, but didn't stop moving.
"Seriously?" Kyle muttered. "You're like a damn dog. Can't keep still for more than a minute, huh?"
"Fuck- you-!" Wally gasped, though the effect was thoroughly ruined by how wrecked he sounded. Kyle smacked his ass again, shivering at the way Wally's entire body shook with the movement.
With his other hand, Kyle summoned a simulacrum of lube to coat his fingers - he had never tried using the ring to make lube, but he didn't see why it wouldn't work. After testing the consistency with his thumb, he figured it was good enough and spread Wally's cheeks, pressing a finger to his tight entrance.
Wally's entire body stiffened, and he made a strangled noise at the touch. Kyle chose to ignore him - he was a big boy, and if he really didn't like it, he had left Wally's mouth free as per request. So Kyle didn't even hesitate as he sank his finger into Wally's ass, sighing as he felt the warm muscles flutter around him.
The speedster let out a strangled moan, though Kyle noted that he hadn't even stopped grinding against the sheets, cock leaving messy spurts of precum on the fabric. Kyle scoffed, twisting his finger cruelly inside of Wally.
"Y'know we have to sleep on this later, right?" Kyle huffed, thrusting his finger in as deep as he could. "Even with my finger up your ass, you're still so goddamn annoying."
He was expecting another retort, but Wally just whimpered, hands clenching uselessly behind him. It took Kyle a second to realize, but he could see that Wally wasn't just grinding down against the bed, but actually fucking himself back on Kyle's finger, eagerly trying to get it deeper.
"Holy shit, West." Kyle hissed, pulling his hand back slightly to shove another finger deep inside him. "No wonder you begged me so nicely to fuck you. I can't believe you even pretended that you didn't want this at first - I bet you finger yourself all the damn time."
"N- no," Wally protested, squirming as Kyle relentlessly fingerfucked him. "I don't - no, I don't - ah!"
Wally's back arched as Kyle brushed against his prostate. Kyle paused his movements to curl his fingers, pressing against the bundle of nerves with a firm precision.
Wally thrashed, tucking his chin against his shoulder as he looked up at Kyle with watery eyes. "It - it's so much!"
"And you love it," Kyle laughed, considering adding another finger before deciding he was too impatient - he wanted to be inside Wally now. So he withdrew his hand, Wally letting out a little yelp at the sudden emptiness.
In an instant, Kyle had re-summoned the construct cock he had worn earlier, letting out a little contented sigh at the sight of his dick laying across Wally's ass. He grabbed the base, smacking Wally's pale skin with it a few times before tilting his hips back, pressing the head against Wally's hole.
Gripping Wally's hips tightly, Kyle began to push in, head stretching Wally's entrance obscenely. Despite his prep, Wally seemed to be struggling to take it, letting out whiny breaths.
"K-Kyle," he hissed, shoulders straining against the handcuffs. "It - fuck, it hurts."
"Yeah," Kyle panted mindlessly, not listening to his words - he was too enamored with the thought of finally being inside. He pushed harder until the head of his cock breached, sliding in with a sudden pop. Wally wailed, entire body freezing up as he was penetrated.
"Fuck!" Wally sobbed, twisting helplessly. "Oh, oh god, give me a second please."
Kyle groaned, running a soothing hand against Wally's side. He jumped at the gentle touch, letting out pained gasps of air as his body struggled to adjust to the new sensation.
As much as he hated to admit it, Kyle really, really liked seeing Wally like this - face red with pain, letting out little pathetic whimpers as though he didn't regularly get hurt way worse than this. It probably made him a little sick in the head, but he couldn't really bring himself to care, not when it felt this good.
Kyle rocked forward slowly, moaning as his cock sank further inside of Wally, the speedster's body struggling to accommodate the thick length. He probably could have made the dick slightly smaller, but seeing Wally so thoroughly split open made him glad he hadn't.
Despite his struggle, Wally hadn't softened at all, hips still twitching minutely as he ground into the bed. Taking pity on him, Kyle wrapped a hand around his dick, jerking him off as he continued to sink deeper inside.
It took a minute, but Kyle eventually seated himself fully inside Wally, pelvis pressed firmly against his ass. He let out an appreciative groan at the sight, heart hammering in his chest.
"I'm all the way in," he panted, grinding forward and making Wally let out a soft whimper. "How does it feel, Walls?"
"H-hurts," Wally hiccuped, but his cock twitched traitourously against Kyle's palm. "It's - you're really big."
Kyle groaned, unable to stop himself from thrusting. He could practically feel the way Wally tightened up with the movement, satisfaction rumbling through him as Wally panted. "Yeah. God, I'm so deep in you. Bet it feels good, too."
Wally nodded minutely before burying his face in the pillows, muffling his breaths. Kyle frowned - hearing Wally's cute noises was one of the best parts of this, and he didn't want to miss out on that.
So he leaned down, running a hand soothingly through Wally's red curls before wrapping it tightly around his throat and forcing his head up. Wally let out a surprised gasp, though the sound came out choked as Kyle forced his head up, grinding down for a few more seconds before abruptly snapping his hips forward.
Wally whined, throat spasming against Kyle's palm as he drove into him. He didn't bother going slow, enjoying the way Wally's breaths came short and fast, air punched out of him every time Kyle thrust.
Kyle wished he could really feel Wally from the inside - he could tell that Wally was incredibly tight and warm, insides fluttering as he was fucked open. Even still, Kyle couldn't help but moan with pleasure, toy inside him grinding against his walls in a way that just bordered on painful. He was sure it was nothing compared with how Wally felt, though - despite his earlier tasing, Kyle figured that this was Wally's first time having anything in his ass, and Kyle wasn't exactly being gentle.
"Mmh, Kyle," Wally gasped, swallowing against the pressure on his throat. "I'm close, I want to come. I need - hh, I need something on my dick."
Kyle snorted derisively. "That doesn't sound like my problem, West. I'm a little busy right now."
"Kyle, please!" Wally begged, sounding genuinely desperate. "C'mon, please. It hurts - it hurts so good but I can't take it, I can't!"
His voice cracked, and Kyle wondered if he was about to cry. His first thought should have been concern, wondering whether or not Wally was okay - instead, he just wished he had Wally on his back instead, so he could look at the tears streaming down his cute face.
Kyle swallowed, allowing the handcuffs to dissolve away from Wally's wrists. Quicker than he could blink, Wally had wormed a hand underneath himself, and was jerking off fast enough that it almost looked like a blur.
He groaned, releasing Wally's neck from his tight grip. He pressed a gentle kiss to his back before biting down harshly, teeth sinking into the pale skin. Wally yelped, the sound crescendoing suddenly as his entire body tensed, shaking like a leaf as he finally came.
Kyle rocked back on his heels, stilling his movement and just watching Wally go. White spurts of cum painted the comforter, Wally's dick twitching from the intensity of his orgasm.
Wally let out a soft sigh, finally releasing his dick and collapsing onto the mattress, suddenly boneless. Kyle laughed, though the sound turned into a moan as he pulled out of the speedster, watching the way his hole fluttered at the sudden emptiness.
"Jesus… fucking christ, Rayner." Wally groaned, rolling onto his back and looking up at Kyle. The flush on his cheeks had spread to his chest, painting his pale skin pink. "Is sex with you always like this?"
"Only when I'm fucking annoying boys." Kyle laughed, instinctively leaning down for a kiss. Wally wrapped an arm around Kyle's shoulders and kissed him back, lips catching together in a messy makeout. When Kyle pulled away, Wally shot him a shit-eating grin.
"So… I know you said that you didn't want me to fuck you tonight, but d'you wanna get off with that thing inside of you?"
Kyle hummed, letting the strap-on fade away, though the construct toy was still sitting inside him. He sat back, ass brushing against Wally's soft dick. "And what would you be doing?"
"Oh, I dunno. I'm sure I could think of something." Wally tilted his hips up, and to Kyle's shock, he could feel Wally's cock twitch, the pliant flesh starting to harden.
"You really are insatiable, huh?"
"Oh, babe, you have no idea."