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they’ve been at it for an hour.

the sheets are ruined. there’s sweat on the pillows. both of them are flushed, half-naked, tangled together.

wise is on top. lighter is writhing mess underneath him — spread out, cock hard and leaking across his stomach, his wrists pinned gently above his head.

“you said you wanted to cum,” wise murmurs, leaning down, lips brushing lighter’s ear. “so why haven’t you earned it yet?”

lighter’s voice cracks.

“i— i did—! i’ve been good— please—”

wise strokes a single finger down his cock, watching it twitch. watching lighter tremble beneath him.

lighter’s cock is hard, flushed, red and dripping with slick.

“you’ve been loud. not sure if that counts as good.”

“wise— please— darlin— please— i’m gonna lose it—”

wise kisses down his chest. slowly. lingers at his hips. presses a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh.

then, without warning — takes him in his mouth.

lighter screams.

“fuck!”

but just as quickly — wise pulls off again. breath hot. mouth slick.

“still didn’t say the magic word.”

lighter’s thighs quake. he’s panting. his cock is so red, so wet, so ready.

“wise— please— please let me cum— please—”

wise wraps a hand around the base. squeezes.

just enough to stop anything from happening.

lighter sobs, whines.

“you’re so mean—”

“i’m being nice,” wise whispers, a smirk appearing on his face. “because if i really wanted to be mean?”

“i’d edge you until you cried.”

lighter turns red instantly.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” wise teases. “being ruined. held down. kept right on the edge like this all night.”

lighter whimpers. his hips jerk, but wise holds him down.

“you’re so fucking hard,” wise breathes. “so sensitive. you’d cum the second i say yes, wouldn’t you?”

lighter sobs out a whimper. “yes— fuck— please wise please—”

wise leans in, pressing his lips to the head of lighter’s cock. a single kiss.

“then beg.”

lighter breaks. his hips jerk up, back arching.

“please— wise, darlin’— i’ve been good— i’ll do anything— just let me— let me cum, please— fuck, please—”

his voice cracks on the last word.

wise smiles like the devil.

then finally— finally— he strokes him. once. twice. fast.

“cum for me, lighter.”

lighter moans — a high-pitched, long moan.

his entire body locks up. his cock pulses— spasming in wise’s grip— and he shoots across his stomach, across his chest, across his own damn face because he came so hard and so much it’s messy, everywhere, and he’s shaking. twitching.

he collapses instantly.

eyes glassy. mouth open. whimpering.

wise kisses his jaw.

“good boy.”

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wise is sitting back in his chair, legs crossed. fully clothed. calm.

lighter is standing in front of him — shirtless, panting, flushed to his ears. his cock is rock hard, twitching with every breath.

but his hands? 

behind his back.

just like wise instructed.

“good boy,” wise says softly, eyes dragging every inch of lighter’s wrecked form. “you’re already dripping.”

lighter swallows hard, trying not to look down at himself. he tries not to twitch at the slick trail rolling down his shaft.

“i didn’t touch it,” he whispers.

“i know.” wise’s voice is low. dangerous. “you’re so obedient. so good for me.”

lighter shudders.

“and so, sooo desperate.”

wise still doesn’t move. doesn’t even lift a finger.

he just talks.

“i bet your cock hurts.”

“i bet it’s aching. swollen. leaking.”

“you’re throbbing without me even touching you.”

lighter’s knees buckle slightly. his back arches.

“please—darlin’—”

“ah, no touching,” wise says again, a little firmer.

lighter groans. his thighs tremble.

“close your eyes.”

he does.

“okay, now breathe.”

he breathes. but it’s shallow. fast.

“now imagine,” wise says softly. “me. on my knees in front of you. mouth open. tongue out.”

lighter whimpers.

“i’d look up at you while i licked that pretty tip of yours.”

he pauses.

“i wouldn’t even put you in my mouth at first. just my tongue. just soft little licks.”

lighter’s cock jumps. a drop of precum spills down the side.

“you’d grab my hair, wouldn’t you?”

“y-yeah— fuck—”

“but you wouldn’t. because i’d tell you not to.”

lighter groans. his head tilts back. hands clenched around him. 

wise watches every second of it. 

“you’d be dripping just like,” wise whispers. “hard and trembling. right on the edge.”

“i’d stroke your thighs and say — ‘don’t cum yet.’ and you’d listen, wouldn’t you?”

“yes—” lighter pants, cock twitching to the left with precum dripping all over the carpet. “i’d listen— fuck— i’m— wise, darlin’—”

“and then,” wise purrs, “i’d wrap my lips around you, just the tip, and i’d swirl on my tongue around you, and then i’d say something like—”

“cum for me.”

lighter whines, explodes.

he gasps, hips jerking forward, legs shaking, cock twitching in the air as he cums untouched. white spurts spill across his chest, his stomach, dripping down his abs as he moans wise’s name through clenched teeth.

he nearly collapses.

wise doesn’t move. 

just smiles at the view before him.

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the apartment is warm with laughter and cheap alcohol. the now empty soju bottle spins on a scratched coffee table. plastic cups everywhere. music low.

wise is curled up between lighter and komano — cross-legged, shirt slipping off one shoulder, cheeks pink from alcohol.

he spins the bottle with a lazy grin. lets it land.

“komano,” he drawls. “truth… or dare?”

komano smirks, scoffing. “dare.”

wise leans in. close enough to feel his breath.

“take off your shirt.”

komano blinks. then grins, slow and teasing. “you sure? what if you can’t keep your hands off yourself?”

“i’m not shy.”

komano shrugs his tee off — muscles tight and bulging, scars visible, gaze locked on wise.

lighter is silent.

he hasn’t looked away in twenty minutes.

the game continues.

next: lighter. dare.

wise tells him to suck his finger. lighter obeys. mouth hot. slow. too slow.

wise twitches.

another spin. another tease. 

it lands on wise.

he whispers something into komano’s ear that makes the thiren stiffen. komano turns to glare at him.

“ya think this is a game?”

wise’s smile turns sharp, mean.

“what if it is?”

the bottle spins again. and it lands on wise again.

this time, he’s dared to make out with lighter, before whispering another thing into his ear, earning a smirk from lighter.

“be careful of what you say, darlin’.”

and the game continues on. the bottle lands on komano. he takes off his trousers.

the bottle spins again.

this time, komano spins it. it lands on wise.

he doesn’t ask truth or dare. but he looks at lighter. a smirk appears on both their faces.

“bedroom,” komano says. his voice is low, final.

“now,” lighter adds, already on his feet. 

wise’s smirk falters. 

“wait—” 

komano grabs his arm. 

“no more teasing.”

the door slams shut.

wise is pressed against it instantly, lighter’s chest at his back, komano in front.

“you wanted attention?” komano says, breath hot. “well, now you’ve got it.”

lighter grabs wise’s wrists, pins them to the wall. licks ups his neck with a hot growl.

“keep being a brat, and i’ll fuck that smug look off your face.”

wise’s shirt is yanked down, his body exposed. he gasps, finally red and flustered.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about— mmph!” komano silences wise with a kiss, desperate, yearning, devouring.

“w-wait—!” 

“too late,” komano whispers, undoing his belt. “you asked for this.”

wise is stripped fast — lighter biting his shoulder, komano kissing down his stomach, both of them devouring him.

wise moans — loud, desperate.

“f-fuck— okay— okay!” 

they drag him to the bed. 

wise ends up on his back, legs spread, lighter holding his thighs open, komano between them. 

“just look at him,” lighter murmurs. “already dripping. how pathetic.”

“he loves it,” komano replies, sliding fingers in. “you love this, don’t you darlin’?”

wise whimpers beneath them.

“y-yeah— yeah— fuck, please—” 

komano grins.

“beg harder.”

wise is already trembling when lighter fists his jaw and forces his face up. his lips are wet, swollen, spit stringing from the corner of his mouth, eyes glazed over.

lighter’s voice is low, shaky but firm. “say you want us to ruin you.”

wise’s breath hitches, chest heaving, his thighs twitching against the sheets. his voice breaks into a desperate whine, shameless and wrecked.

“i want— i want it— i want you both— please, please— breed me, fuck me full—!” 

komano growls in satisfaction behind him, huge hands pinning wise’s hips down to the mattress as he lines up. the first push is merciless — his cock stretching wise’s hold wide, dragging a strangled cry out of him. 

but before wise can even adjust, lighter’s there too, pressing in alongside, their shafts grinding together inside him, forcing his body to take every inch.

the stretch is brutal. wise’s back arches high off the bed, a sob tearing from his throat, legs kicking weakly against air. 

his ass is spread obscenely wide, the burn making his eyes roll back — but his moans come out sweet and needy, trembling with pleasure.

wise’s voice is slurred, whining. “t-too much— fuck— nghh— fill me— fill me up— i can take it—!” 

lighter snarls against his ear, rutting deeper. “you’ll take it. you begged for this, darlin’. now you’ll be stuffed ‘til you can’t walk, yeah?”

wise nods, sobs breaking out.

komano whimpers too, his face flushed as he thrusts in rhythm with lighter, his voice breaking as his hips slap into wise’s ass. “s-so tight— fuck— wise— i c-can’t stop—” 

every time they bottom out together, wise screams, the sound muffled by the sheets lighter shoves his face down. 

his cock drags against the bed, leaking helplessly, smearing precum everywhere. his thighs shake, body quivering as he’s split open between them, his hole clenching down like he’s begging to be filled.

wise babbles, words incoherent. “c-cock— fuck— ruin me— breed me— ngh, cum inside, i’ll take it, i’ll take all of it— please, please—”

how could they say no to him? not when wise has his eyes rolled back, back arching, drool leaking out his mouth as he continues to leak more precum all over the mattress

two cocks pistoning into him at once, every thrust harder, wetter, messier. the room reeks of sex, sheets already soaked, wise nothing but a cockdrunk toy trembling and gasping under their hands.

the pace turns savage. lighter’s hips slam into him with brute force, each thrust jolting wise forward, while komano grinds deep beside him, his nails biting into wise’s waist. the sheets are a mess beneath them, soaked with sweat and precum, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room.

wise’s body convulses, his cock dragging uselessly against mattress as he sobs into the sheets.

“breed me— please— fill me— fuck, i’ll take all of it, i’ll take your cum— ngh— please, don’t stop—!” 

lighter snarls, his chest pressed to wise’s back, hand wrapping around his throat to choke him up toward the sound of his own slutty cries. “you’ll be dripping by the time we’re done. nothing but a fucked open hole for our cocks, ‘s that right, darlin’?”

“mmhm—! yes— please, ohfuck—!” 

komano’s thrusts grow erratic, his voice breaking as he moans into wise’s ear. “g-gonna— fuck— wise, i’m gonna cum—”

they drive into him together, pinning him down, and then wise screams as the heat floods him — lighter grinding deep, filling him hard from behind, lighter spilling inside with a shudder, their cum mixing thick and hot.

wise’s hole twitches around them, milking, greedy, his own cock spurting untouched against the sheets as he cries out, overstimulated and ruined. white smears his thighs, drips down his legs, his body trembling as he collapses into the mess.

“filled— oh fuck, so full—, don’t pull out— nghh—!” 

before wise could even inhale, they thrust him right to the brink, pounding into him until wise is wailing, his whole body shaking, drool and tears wetting the sheets. his cock throbs against the bed, leaking uncontrollably, but every time he’s about to tip over the edge, lighter snarls and yanks him back, squeezing the base of his cock hard enough to make him sob.

“n-no— please— let me cum— i’ll be good,” wise’s words slur, frantic. “ i’ll do anything, fuck, please—!” 

“not yet, darl’. you cum when i say.” 

komano’s voice cracks, his thrusts needy as he buries himself inside wise, trembling. “ngh— look at him lighter, he’s begging— fuck— he’s losing it—” 

lighter groans in his ear, pulling wise’s face up toward the headboard mirror. “good. let him see what he looks like. at how well he takes our cocks.”

wise whimpers, the sound wrecked and high pitched, his thighs twitching against the sheets. his cock throbs untouched, dripping helplessly as his hole flutters around them, stretched to the limit and twitching begging for more.

he can’t look away. lighter’s hand locks around his jaw, forcing his gaze at the reflection — at his ruined body, at the obscene way he’s split open and leaking.

his voice breaks into a sob, a laugh, a plea all tangled together. “c–cockdrunk slut— that’s what i— haa— look like… nghh, fuck, please— please let me cum—” 

but they don’t listen. they rut into him one last time, hard enough to make the mirror shudder on its hinges, then still, leaving him dripping, denied on the edge. his reflection shows it all: a slut begging to be bred, stuffed full but never allowed the release he craves.

and the only sound left in the room is wise’s broken whimpering — needy, ruined, and untouched. 

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the lights are dim. a soft tone pulses from a speaker — low, rhythmic, a little slow. hypnotic. 

lighter is sitting on the bed. eyes glassy. shoulders loose. breathing slow and deep. his legs spread open without even thinking about it.

wise is sitting across from him. fully clothed. grinning. his voice is low — soothing, but laced with something dangerous.

“you hear me, lighter?” 

“...yeah,” lighter breathes, voice flat. distant. 

wise grins wider. “good. that means it’s working.”

he walks up slowly, cupping lighter’s jaw, tilting his head to the side like a porcelain doll.

“how do you feel?”

“floaty.”

“that’s right. no thoughts. no tension. just my voice, kay?”

“haa… wise—” 

lighter’s cock is already hard. leaking onto his stomach. and he hasn’t even been touched yet.

wise drags his fingers down lighter’s chest, watching the way his hips jerk slightly, like a reflect he’s not aware of anymore.

“your body remembers what you like. even when your mind is quiet.”

he leans in. breath warm against lighter’s ear. “but you can’t cum. not until i say. you can’t.”

“...can’t cum,” lighter repeats, eyes glazed.

wise straddles him slowly, sitting right in his lap, letting the weight grind down on lighter’s cock. lighter shudders.

“you want it so bad,” wise whispers, rolling his hips. “but all you can do is sit there and take it.”

lighter whimpers. his hands twitch at his sides, but don’t move.

“what are you allowed to do?” wise asks.

“listen,” lighter murmurs.

“what else?”

“obey.” 

“good boy.”

lighter trembles.

wise slides his hand down, fingers wrapping around lighter’s cock, barely touching, just stroking the tip in lazy circles.

“this is mine now,” wise says softly. “you only get to cum when i say.”

lighter pants. his chest rises and falls in heavy waves, sweat beading on his brow.

“please— wise— please—”

“shh. you’re doing so well, baby.”

wise starts to ride him — slow, grinding pressure — letting lighter’s cock slide between his thighs, not inside yet, just enough to ruin him.

“feel how warm i am?” he whispers.

“ngh— fuck— yes—”

“bet you want to be inside me, huh?”

“please—” 

wise smiles and sinks down onto him in one slow motion. “ngh—” 

lighter chokes on a moan. his eyes roll back. his mouth drops open. wise feels so good, so tight around him.

“don’t cum,” wise reminds him, rocking his hips slowly. “not until i snap my fingers.”

he rides him like that. steady. deep. every squeeze of his thighs pulling a desperate moan from lighter’s throat.

“you wanna cum so bad you’re shaking,” wise purrs. “i can feel how much you want it.”

lighter whimpers. sweat dripping down his chest.

wise leans forward. mouth to ear. “beg.” 

“please,” lighter gasps. “please let me— please i need to— need to cum— please— wise—” 

“not yet.”

wise fucks him harder. 

the sound of skin. wet heat. the pressure building. lighter’s whole body is about to explode.

wise brings his finger to lighter’s throat. soft. just a touch.

then — he leans in and snaps his fingers.

lighter whimpers.

he cums so hard his legs give out, cock pulsing inside wise in heavy, hot bursts. he pants, eyes fluttering, body twitching.

wise rides it out. slowly. letting it milk him.

“good boy,” he whispers. “so fucking good.”

and the only sound left in the room is lighter’s needy whimpering. 

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they’re cuddled up in bed.

the movie ended thirty minutes ago. neither of them remembers how it ended. it’s just noise now — low flicker from the laptop screen, a soundtrack to something very different playing out in real time.

lighter is on top of the covers, half sitting up. wise is between his legs, sprawled across his lap, shirtless, flushed, and breathing a little too fast for someone who’s not currently getting wrecked.

“you’re staring again.” wise murmurs, pretending to be smug.

“you’re pretty when you blush,” lighter says quietly.

wise tries to snort, but it comes out more like a breathless hiccup. because lighter’s thumb is brushing against his lips. soft. teasing. 

“open,” lighter says.

wise does. without question.

lighter’s fingers slide into his mouth. first one. then two. slow. deep. all the way to the knuckles.

wise sucks. hard. like his life depends on lighter’s fingers.

tongue slick against the pads. mouth warm and wet. his lips seal around them and he whimpers — barely, but lighter feels it.

“such a good boy,” lighter murmurs.

wise’s eyes flutter. 

“you like havin’ somethin’ in your mouth, hm, darlin’? wan’ me to use you?”

wise pulls off with a wet pop, but doesn’t say anything. he’s red. panting, trying to catch his breath. and already twitching where he’s hard in his boxers, leaking against the cotton fabric.

lighter leans in — voice low, dangerous, hungry.

“you gonna let me fuck you like this? sloppy. dumb on my fingers first. then full of cock.”

“‘s that what you want, darlin’?”

wise shudders below him. “lighter— please—” 

“i didn’t say stop suckin’.”

wise opens his mouth again immediately, his eyes looking up at lighter’s full of lust. 

lighter pushes them back in. his other hand slides down, tugging the waistband of wise’s boxers just enough to let his dripping cock spring free.

“fuck, you’re sooo wet darlin’...” 

he starts stroking him slow.

wise is sucking lighter’s fingers while getting jacked off. his thighs are shaking. his body is trembling. he’s already moaning, around his mouthful.

lighter watches every second of it, his grin triumphant.

“you gonna cum like this? with my fingers in your throat and my hand on your cock?”

wise nods. whimpers. tries to say something, but he can’t, not with his mouth full.

“too much?” lighter teases. “or just what you wanted, hm?”

wise bites down — not hard, just desperate — gasping for air through his nose as his orgasm hits fast, hot, messy, shooting across both their stomachs while he sucks on lighter’s fingers like they’re the only thing keeping him alive.

when he finally lets go. wise collapses onto lighter’s chest.

“that was mean,” he mumbles, flushed and breathless.

lighter kisses his temple. “that was hot.”

“you’re hot.”

“and you’re pretty.”

wise flicks him. weakly. “you gonna fuck me now or what?”

lighter grins. “don’t tempt me, sugar. y’know if i start, i won’t be able to hold back.”

“and what if i don’t want you to?"

“fuck, you’re gonna regret saying that.”

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wise is already flushed.

hands tied to the headboard with one of lighter’s t-shirts, cock rock hard, twitching against his belly. his thighs are trembling and he hasn’t even been touched properly yet.

just whispered to. just watched.

and lighter’s sitting there, fully clothed, one hand lazily palming his own cock while wise writhes.

“this is payback from last time,” lighter murmurs. “you’re already leaking, and i haven' even touched you yet.”

wise whines. actually whines.

“lighter— please—”

“no,” lighter says, tilting his head. “not until you say it, darlin’.”

wise groans, pressing his hips up into the air, desperate for friction.

“nghh— say what?”

lighter leans in. barely a breath away.

“say you’re my little mess.”

wise’s breath hitches. his toes curl.

“…fuck you.”

“you’d love to, wouldn’t you?” lighter chuckles, sitting back relaxed. “but right now you’re the one tied up and dripping like a needy little toy.”

wise turns red to the ears.

“you’re such a cocky— fuck—”

lighter grabs wise’s cock. squeezes one — tight. precise.

wise screams.

“mm, there it is,” lighter coos. “all that attitude gone the second i touch you.”

he strokes him slowly. base to tip. thumb swiping through the precum like he owns it. and wise is gasping, thighs shaking, already twitching his grip.

“you gonna cum already? from this, darlin’? from one hand a little teasing?” lighter taunts.

wise whimpers, bucking his hips up to feel something.

“hngh— li—”

“that’s fucking pathetic, wise.”

wise chokes. he’s soaked. slick dripping down his shaft. mouth open, words done.

“no— don’t— don’t say that—”

“why?” lighter purrs, leaning in, lips ghosting over his ear. “‘s it not true? you’re already beggin’ and i’ve barely done anythin’.”

wise whines.

“how pathetic. you gonna cum from just bein’ talked down to?”

wise lets out a guttural, shameful moan.

lighter pulls his hand away.

“…don’t you dare.”

wise screams. jerks at the binds.

“don’t stop—”

“you don’t get to tell me what to do,” lighter snarls, tone sharp. “not when you’re like this, sugar. leaking. squirming. dripping like you were made to be used.”

wise shakes, tears pricking at his eyes.

his cock is flushed purple. his thighs are wet, dripping with his own slick. his whole body is trembling like he’s right at the edge and holding on by the thinnest thread.

“tell me what you are,” lighter murmurs.

“…fuck—”

“say it.”

“i’m your mess,” wise whimpers. “i’m your filthy— pathetic— mess— please— please let me cum—”

lighter strokes him again. tight. fast. merciless.

“go on then, cum for me.”

wise explodes.

he cums hard — hands bound, back arching, crying out, his cock pulsing and spilling over his stomach, across his chest, leaking like he hasn’t in days.

and lighter just watches all of it.

“so fuckin’ easy for me.”

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wise is lying on the bed. arms above his head. mouth parted. legs already falling open without him noticing.

his eyes? covered. soft black cloth tied behind his head, snug and inescapable.

he can’t see a damn thing.

“lighter…” he whispers. “where are you—” 

“here,” comes the voice. warm. quiet. somewhere near his thigh. “but you don’t get to look tonight.”

wise shudders. his cock is already half-hard — aching just from the sound of lighter’s low, sultry voice.

“you’re gonna lie there and take whatever i give you,” lighter says gently. “nothin’ more. nothin’ less. got it?” 

wise lets out a soft breath. “okay,” he murmurs. “i trust you.”

“good.” 

then— 

silence. 

no touch. no sound. just the blindfold and the tension. the thick, humid air between them. the anticipation.

wise twitches.

“lighter?” he whispers.

still nothing.

then— 

a warm breath against his navel. 

wise gasps. his hips twitch up, but there’s still no hands, no mouth. just breath. just presence.

“hm? you’re squirmin’ already?” lighter murmurs.

wise nods weakly, lips parted. 

“you’re so easy for me, darlin’. one little breath and you’re already hard.”

“you’re so mean—” wise says, voice cracking.

lighter hums. amused. teasing. then finally— touch.

two fingers. barely grazing the inside of wise’s thigh. ghosting upward, toward the base of his cock. but not touching it. not directly.

wise lets out a pitiful little whine.

“you’re leakin’,” lighter says, watching the way precum rolls down the curve of his shaft. 

“hngh— can’t help it,” wise whispers.

“i know. you’re needy. and now you can’t even look at what i’m doing to you.”

wise shudders. his cock twitches, flushed red and fully hard now — standing against his stomach.

then— finally— lighter’s tongue.

one slow lick up the side of wise’s shaft.

wise moans out. his back arches.

“lighter—” 

“shh,” lighter breathes, right against the head. “you’re not allowed to cum yet.” 

wise whimpers.

“please— at least let me look— please—” 

“no,” lighter’s voice is firm. “this is mine tonight.”

then lighter wraps his mouth around him fully — slow, wet, deep.

wise cries.

in the dark, it’s all too much. the slick noise. the heat. the pressure. no warning. no sigh. just sensation, pleasure. his hands clench the sheets.

“you taste so good, darlin’.” lighter teases, pulling off with a wet pop. he dives back in, tongue swirling the tip. “can’t get enough of ya.”

wise’s hips twitch, jerking up to feel something. but lighter presses him back down. 

 “you gonna cum already? just from sucking? without even looking?”

“f-fuck— yes— please let me— please—” 

lighter chuckles.

then, he finally whispers— 

“go on then. cum.” 

wise cums so hard he sees stars behind the blindfold. his chest heaves up and down, breath heavy.

“haa… lighter—” wise is still blindfolded. “can— can you take it off now?” 

“i didn’t say i was done, darling.” 

wise swallows hard. 

he’s in for a long night.

then he feels it— lighter’s cock— proding at wise’s hole.

“fuck, wise. you’re so wet down here. all i did was suck you off.” 

wise makes a grumble.

“that eager to be fucked, huh?” 

then— 

lighter slams in. without warning. 

“w-wait! lighter—!” 

lighter doesn’t wait for wise to continue. his cock thrusts in and out eagerly, quick, and wise’s hole sucks him back in.

“shit— you keep suckin’ me in baby— gonna— haa… rip my cock off.” 

wise screams, back arching, hands around lighter’s back as he starts to leave scratch marks all over.

“hngh— more, more— please— lighter—” 

“yeah baby, i hear ya.” lighter leans down to kiss wise, his fingers slightly rubbing against the blindfold.

“you want this off, darling?” 

“ngh— please— please— wanna— wan’ see you while i cum—” 

lighter groans. in one motion, the blindfold is off. 

wise blinks to adjust his eyes to the light. all he can see is lighter. all he can focus on is lighter’s heavy breathing and the way his cock pounds into wise’s hole, merciless.

“fuck— gonna cum, lighter—!” 

“haa… fuck— wise, you’re s’ tight—” lighter grabs wise’s hard cock, stroking it at the same pace as his thrusts, while placing his thumb to the tip, pressing hard. 

“n-no—! don’t— don’t do that—” 

“you wanna cum, baby?” lighter breathes heavy, silencing wise’s moans out with sloppy, wet kisses.

“mmph! please—” wise sobs out in between.

“yeah? go on, cum for me darling.” 

and wise cries out— cum and squirt shooting all over his and lighter’s stomach, twitching to the side while lighter continues to ram into wise.

“fuck— wise, i’m so close—” 

lighter lets out a guttural moan, throwing his head back in ecstasy, eyes squeezed shut.

“ngh— love this hole so much, wanna cum inside you. please baby—” 

wise whimpers, nodding vigorously. “yes— please— want you to fill me up—” 

and with a low grunt, the veins of lighter’s cock twitches, and lighter spills himself inside wise.

wise lets out a high-pitched moan with him, nails digging deep into lighter’s back. 

the sound that leaves him is somewhere between a sob and a sigh — high, cracked, and trembling. lighter’s breath catches against his skin, every muscle drawn tight until it breaks. 

then, silence.

“wise.” 

“no, i can’t go again lighter.” wise sighs, against lighter's chest.

“too bad.” and lighter is flipping wise onto his back.

"hey—" 

"buckle up, baby." 

Chapter Text

the call connects.

lighter sits at his desk, shirtless, headphones on. his laptop screen lights up, and there he is: 

wise, sprawled on his bed, lighter’s black tank top, no pants, legs lazily spread as he smirks into the camera.

“miss me?” wise purrs.

lighter swallows hard. “y-yeah,” he says. “you look…” 

“say it.”

“you look hot. and cute, at the same time.”

wise grins. he leans back on one hand, the other slowly dragging down his stomach — teasing, lingering, until he’s cupping himself over his boxers.

“i’ve been hard since you said you missed,” wise murmurs. “so, thought i’d be nice and let you watch.”

lighter’s already shifting in his seat. “can i?”

“nope,” wise cuts in, smug. “you don’t get to touch. not until i say.”

lighter groans softly. 

wise pulls his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free — already flushed, already leaking with precum.

“you see that, li? this is what you do to me.” 

lighter’s breathing picks up.

wise leans closer to the camera, spitting into his palm before wrapping his hand around himself. slow, deliberate strokes. never breaking eye contact.

“bet you wanna taste, don’t you?” 

lighter nods quickly, brows furrowed. 

“too bad. shame you aren’t here, hm?” 

he moans — real, low, soft — hips lifting into his own hand as he strokes a little faster. the slick sounds echo faintly through lighter’s headphones. his eyes are glued to the screen.

“aah, lighter— i miss your hands—” 

lighter’s cock twitches.

“fuck, wise—” 

“still not allowed to touch,” wise says, smirking. “be good. watch me.”

lighter whines, his cock straining hard in his sweatpants. a wet patch is already forming.

wise spreads his legs wider, adjusting the camera so lighter gets the full view — his chest, his hand, the way his thighs tense every time he moans, his tight, wet hole, and his flushed cock, dripping with precum and saliva.

“wish it was your hand,” he breathes. “wish— ngh— wish you were here. on your knees.”

“i’d do anything.” 

wise’s breath catches. he’s close. so close. he bites his lip, eyes fluttering shut.

“hngh— i’m gonna cum. you— haa— you gonna watch me fall apart?”

wise cums on camera. moaning lighter’s name. trembling. messy. beautiful. “lighter— so— good—!” 

he pants into the mic, body twitching slightly, eyes heavy.

“you’ve been so good,” he whispers after a few moments. “now it’s your turn.”

lighter doesn’t last thirty seconds.

Chapter Text

it’s supposed to be a formal reception. mydei had gone to get air. phainon had followed. simple. harmless. 

but now—

mydei is pinned against the wall, deep in the shadows of an empty bath, mouth open, thighs trembling. his armour is shoved up around his waist. his cock is leaking. his cheeks are flushed deep red.

phainon’s hand is between his legs.

“you’re so wet already,” phainon whispers, voice low in his ear. “you like this? getting off at the chrysos heirs feast?” 

“shut up,” mydei hisses — but he’s rock hard, grinding against phainon’s palm like he’s starving.

the hum of voices echoes from the main room, just a hallway away.

too close. far too close.

“they’re going to notice we’re gone,” mydei breathes.

“then stay quiet,” phainon replies.

he pushes two fingers against mydei’s entrance, teasing, not yet branching. mydei’s knees nearly buckle.

“you’re so hard from just this,” phainon murmurs, biting at mydei’s jaw. “anyone could walk past. what would they see? what would they think?” 

“the crown prince of castrum kremnos, the demigod of strife— moaning like a whore in the public baths?” 

mydei gasps, and phainon covers his mouth.

“shhh.” 

the hallway creaks.

footsteps. closer. 

mydei’s eyes go wide. phainon presses deeper. finally slipping inside.

mydei moans into his palm — muffled, shameful, completely broken. his cock jerks, leaking against his belly.

the footsteps fade.

safe. for now.

phainon grins against his throat.

“you’re clenching my fingers so hard,” he whispers. “were you gonna cum just from that? from getting caught?” 

mydei tries to speak, but all he can do is nod. pathetic. desperate. dripping down his thighs.

“you’re unbelievable.” 

phainon drops to his knees.

“better cum quick,” he says, licking up the length of mydei’s cock in one slow motion. “before someone really does walk in.”

mydei cums hard. into phainon's mouth. body trembling as he gasps into his arm to stay silent.

and when it’s over—

phainon stands. wipes his mouth.

“let’s go,” he says, already fixing mydei’s armour for him.

mydei is shaking.

“you better not pull this shit again, deliverer,” he mutters.

“how about we do it at your library next time, hm? i fuck you from behind while you read me some of the ancient kremnoan scripts—”  

“absolutely not, phainon.” 

 “...well, at least i tried.” 

Chapter Text

dan heng is sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt halfway off, chest heaving. his pants are open, cock already flushed and leaking, twitching against his stomach.

caelus is kneeling between his legs. hair messy. lips parted. eyes hungry.

“nervous?” he asks, running both hands slowly up dan heng’s thighs.

“a little,” dan heng admits, flushed to his ears. “haven’t… y’know… done this in a while…”

caelus smiles — dangerous and sweet all at once. “then i’ll go slow.”

he leans in and kisses the tip. just that. one soft, warm kiss against the head of dan heng’s cock.

dan heng gasps. 

“sensitive,” caelus murmurs.

he wraps one hand around the base. strokes once — slow. then again. then licks — one stripe from base to tip, tongue flat and warm and teasing.

dan heng twitches.

“caelus— fuck—” 

caelus smiles against the skin. then finally takes him into his mouth.

not all at once. just a little. just enough to moan around him and let dan heng feel the heat, the pressure, the slippery grip of caelus’s lips pulling down over his length.

dan heng chokes on a breath. “you’re— holy fuck—” 

caelus, satisfied by the reaction, takes him deeper. his tongue moves in slow circles around the shaft, his hand pumping gently at the base, and he moans, low and filthy, just to let the sound vibrate through dan heng’s cock.

“caelus— caelus— i’m— fuck—”

caelus pulls off with a wet pop. his mouth is shiny. he’s breathing a little hard.

“not yet,” he whispers. “you’re not allowed to cum yet. not until i say so.”

dan heng whimpers.

“please— don’t stop— please—” 

caelus grins. “aeons, you sound so good when you beg.”

then he goes back down — deeper this time — one hand gripping dan heng’s thigh, the other pressing against his stomach to keep him from bucking up.

dan heng moans. loud. 

he’s flushed to his chest. his hands are clutching the sheets. and when caelus sucks a little harder, tongue flicking just under the head— 

dan heng loses it.

he gasps, voice cracking, and cums in caelus’s mouth. hard. desperate. Trembling.

caelus swallows it without blinking.

then looks up and licks his lips.

“you taste so good,” he whispers.

dan heng stares down at him, wide-eyed, still panting.

“your turn.” his eyes turn dark, lustful

“huh—” before caelus can continue, he’s pulled onto the bed. on top of dan heng. caelus's ass to his face. 

dan heng licks his lips. 

“now it’s my turn to eat.”

Chapter Text

they’re kissing — hard. hungry. 

wise’s shirt is already off, and lighter is pushing him back onto the bed, straddling him, biting his lower lip between words.

“you’re so fucking loud tonight,” lighter whispers, hips grinding down. “what would happen if i made it worse?”

wise laughs, flushed and breathless. “try me.” 

click. 

wise freezes.

lighter is holding handcuffs. one side is already locked around his wrist.

“wait— what—” 

“no takebacks, darlin’,” lighter smirks, grabbing wise’s other wrist and snapping it into place. “you said ‘try me’. now you’re mine.”

wise’s eyes go wide, chest rising fast. the cuffs are behind his back — he can’t touch. can’t steady himself.

“you’re… serious?”

“deadly.” 

lighter leans in, brushing their noses together. 

“let me see how good you behave when you can’t use your hands.” 

then he starts kissing down. neck. chest. wise’s stomach twitch under every slow, deliberate press of lips and teeth.

“li-lighter—” 

lighter spreads his legs, drags his nails up his thighs, then slowly pulls his pants down— 

“still so hard for me,” lighter whispers. “you’re so wet. and you haven’t even been touched.” 

wise whimpers. his hands clench behind his back — useless.

then— 

lighter licks a stripe up his cock.

wise bucks up hard, nearly gasping.

“fuck— lighter— i—” 

“can’t grab my hair now, can you?” lighter purrs, wrapping his lips around the head. “can’t stop me, either.” 

wise whines. his thighs are shaking. his back’s arching. and lighter doesn’t let up — deep strokes, sucking, swirling his tongue with purpose. 

wise’s head drops back. “i’m gonna— i’m gonna—” 

“do it, darlin’,” lighter whispers, pulling off for just a second. “cum while you’re helpless.” 

wise cums hard. moaning lighter’s name, trembling like a leaf, unable to touch, unable to do anything but fall apart.

and lighter? he just smiles sweetly and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“told you i’d ruin you.” 

then— wise hears the clink of lighter’s belt. 

“what are you—” 

“what, you thought i was done with you?” lighter smirks, and wise’s eyes immediately go to the fat bulge of lighter’s cock, a wet patch already formed through his boxers. 

“ready for round two, baby?” 

Chapter Text

they’re already flushed. kissing hard. wise is on his back, shirt off, panting as lighter straddles him — thighs tight around his hips, cock dripping against his stomach.

“you gonna let me ride you?” lighter murmurs, voice low, breath sweet against wise’s mouth. “or are you too scared i’ll fuck you dumb?”

wise laughs, eyes hooded, hungry. “please,” he whispers. “i want you to.”

lighter grins.

he reaches back, guiding wise’s cock right up against himself, teasing slow, torturous circles against his entrance. wise is already shaking.

“don’t touch,” lighter says softly. “just lie there and look pretty.”

wise nods. obeys.

lighter sinks down inch by inch, mouth open in a gasp, until he’s fully seated in wise’s lap — full deep, tight.

“fuck—” lighter shudders, rolling his hips. “you always stretch me so good.”

wise is gone already. gripping the sheets. eyes wide, lips trembling. 

“you feel so good,” he whispers. “lighter, you’re— fuck—” 

“you’re not allowed to cum until i say,” lighter cuts in.

he starts riding.

hard. deep. wet. his thighs slap against wise’s hips as he bounces, moaning opening, head thrown back.

wise watches him like he’s been blessed.

his hands hover at his sides — aching to touch, but still obeying.

“you’re so— good to me,” lighter groans. “so fuckin’ good— lettin’ me use you like this—”

“i love it,” wise gasps. “i love you like this— please—”

lighter leans down, panting against wise’s ears. “say it again, darlin’.” 

“i love you like this.” 

“louder.” 

“i love you like this,” wise moans, voice cracking. “when you’re on top— and you’re— ngh, squeezing me so— tight— please, lighter— ride me— cum on my cock for me—”

lighter’s body tightens, trembling. he grabs wise’s shoulders for leverage and slams down faster, needier.

“gonna cum,” he gasps. “don’t stop— fuck— don’t stop—” 

and wise, sweet, eager, so fucking good, grabs lighter’s hips and fucks up into him, letting him chase it, letting him scream.

lighter cums hard, cock untouched, spilling over wise’s chest, riding it out with a cry.

he collapses onto wise, shaking.

wise wraps his arms around him, kissing his shoulder, whispering— “so good. you did so good for me.” 

lighter grins weakly, nuzzling into his throat. “heh, told you i’m in charge.” 

Chapter Text

it starts with an argument.

not a cruel one — just heat. tension. lighter saw someone touch wise’s wrist too casually, which wise didn’t brush off, and lighter snapped.

now they’re in wise’s room. and lighter has him pinned to the bed. breathing hard. eyes wild.

“you let him touch you like that?” lighter growls. “while i’m right here?” 

wise smirks, breathless. “jealous?” 

“yes.” 

lighter’s grip tightens. he kisses him rough, messy — all tongue and teeth and need. wise moans, thighs parting without hesitation.

“you don’t get to act like you’re not mine,” lighter mutters, lips trailing down his throat. “you are. you know that, right?” 

wise nods. voice shaky. “then prove it.” 

lighter wastes no time. he yanks wise’s clothes off, exposing him, leaving him flushed and trembling. he undresses too — fast, messy, desperate.

wise looks at him, breathless, smirking. but then he hears metal.

lighter pulls out a cock ring.

“where did you get—” 

“keep quiet.” 

lighter wraps the cock ring around wise’s already hardened, dripping member. even the slightest contact to his cock makes wise shiver beneath lighter.

and then— he pushes in.

slow, but deep. claiming. stretching. owning. 

wise gasps — hips bucking, back arching, eyes wide.

“ngh— fuck— lighter—” 

“say it,” lighter pants, thrusting again. “say you’re mine.”

wise moans loudly, fingers gripping the sheets.

“i’m yours— fuck— i’m yours—”

lighter groans in ecstasy, thrusting faster, deeper. his hands grab wise’s hips, slamming into him, cock buried so deep wise can feel it in his chest.

“only i get to fuck you like this,” lighter growls. “only i get to hear these sounds. got that?” 

wise is whimpering now, every thrust hitting perfect, his own cock leaking against his belly. he wants to cum. he wants to cum so bad.

“please— please— lighter—”

lighter leans in, grabs his chin.

“you wanna cum, darlin’?” 

wise nods in return, eyes rolled back, biting his lips as he lets out more moans. they’re almost melodic. 

“please— wanna cum—” 

“you wan’ it?” lighter continues to pound into him without mercy, balls slapping ass. a white ring already appears around lighter’s cock. “then, earn it. beg f’ me.”

“please don’t stop— please— need you— need all of you— wanna cum— please—” 

“yeah? you want all of me? okay. you asked for it, baby.”

lighter fucks him harder. the bed creaks. the air is thick with sweat and moans and wise’s room smells like sex. he undoes the ring around wise’s cock, and he nearly cums.

“look at me,” lighter whispers. “wanna see your face when you cum all over my cock, untouched.” 

wise stares up at him — wrecked, panting, ruined — and when lighter thrusts deep one last time— 

he breaks.

cums so hard, moaning lighter’s name like a confession, thighs shaking, body trembling beneath him.

and lighter? he keeps going through it, chasing his own high, thrusts stuttering until he cums deep inside, biting down on wise’s shoulder to muffle the noise.

but before wise could even come down from his high, he feels lighter grow bigger inside him.

“lighter—” 

“you thought i was done with you, darlin’?” 

wise’s breath hitches.

“i’m gonna fill you up with my load over and over again, and i’ll fuck you until your body smells like me. now ass up.”