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"How many dicks have you met, Beej? You know, personally, not professionally."
It was a little hard for BJ to respond when Hawkeye was wrapped so tightly around his cock he felt like he was suffocating. "Only you, darling."
Hawkeye contorted himself to flick BJ in the balls for that. BJ jolted back on their bed, wincing, and was quickly dragged back into place by Hawk's insistent weight on his pelvis. "You need to expand your social circle. You've got no idea what a fine specimen you are."
If he considered it… he really didn't have a clear idea of what his cock felt like inside someone from the other side. He knew Hawkeye loved it. He knew, much to his chagrin, that Hawkeye had loved Trapper John's cock the same as his. But he'd never met Trapper, and he'd never had anyone inside him other than Hawkeye, who wasn't anywhere close to his size.
BJ grabbed Hawkeye's hips, stilling his lazy grinding. "Tell me what it feels like."
Hawkeye laughed into a moan. "You know what it feels like."
BJ reached up and grabbed Hawk by the dog tags—the single point of connection they were allowed outside this house and shady bars, and only because nobody could ever see that one of the tags wasn't their own—and pressed his lips to his ear. "Tell me what I feel like."
Hawkeye gasped and jerked his hips, sending a ripple through BJ's abdominal muscles as he held back his arousal. "Big," Hawkeye panted.
"Oh-hoh, very descriptive. Next you'll tell me I'm large. Tell me, does it feel like I'm inside you?"
"You pedantic bastard. I'm gonna come all over you and not tell you a damn thing."
The tingling at the back of BJ's mind kicked up. He could never hold himself back from teasing Hawkeye, and it was so much easier to tease him when there was something dangled in front of him that he desperately wanted. "I don't think you'll come until I tell you to." He finally released Hawk, letting him lean back with his hands on BJ's legs, cock red and hard and dripping, panting as he circled his hips. "What do I feel like, Hawk?"
"Goddamnit, like you're splitting me apart. Like you're in my goddamn lungs, is that good enough?"
"Empty words, darling," BJ tutted. He shifted his hips so Hawk dragged his length over his prostate with the next circle of his hips, gasping and whining. "When I'm inside you, it's like you're strangling me. You're so hot and tight that it's like… you remember those nights when we couldn't sleep because it was too hot and humid? Just like that. I can feel you pulsing for me. And when I give you what you want…" BJ paused to buck hard into him, squeaking the bed with every thrust and feeling his arousal grow tighter and tighter; "Oh, I can feel how excited you are. You clench around me every time I fuck into you. Doesn't it feel good?"
Hawkeye whined again and leaned forward, sandwiching his cock between their stomachs as he rocked back on BJ's length. "Jesus, Beej. I can feel, feel your heartbeat. It's in my trachea, makes me wanna come every time I feel it p-pulsing. Want it deeper. Wanna- hhh, you could, you could, fuck me with a bedpost and I'd take it, I'd take it all, wouldn't waste an inch-" Hawk was grinding faster, now, pulling harder and harder thrusts out of BJ as he held onto Hawk's hips for dear life. "Lemme come, Beej, huh? Milk that big cock, that horse cock, you're my fucking stallion, lemme have it, breed me deep-"
BJ groaned as his balls tightened. He was so close. "How come you- want my baby so bad?"
He could feel the slickness leaking from Hawkeye's cock building up in the hair on his stomach. It made his length slide across his skin so much easier, again and again as he thrust faster, driven beyond words by his need.
"Yeah, that's right." BJ picked up his pace, chasing his release as he struggled to keep up with Hawkeye's movements. "That's why you like my cock, isn't it? Because I'm going to come so deep inside of you you have to get pregnant."
Hawkeye wailed as he came all over their stomachs, dragging BJ with him the moment he felt the first hot spurt of his release. BJ wrapped his arms around Hawkeye's back to keep them pressed together as they slowly rocked through their orgasms, rubbing his sweaty skin and feeling the sparse threads of hair.
They breathed together for a long moment, no words passing between them.
The moment BJ shifted, Hawkeye whined again, distressed rather than pleasure. "Stay here for a while."
BJ laughed and kissed Hawkeye's nose. "You like that I'm big even when I'm soft, don't you?"
"Maybe. I like to think of it as a bonus."