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“Long day?” 

Naib muttered, smirk audible in his tone as he was practically shoved into the wall behind him. The edges of the paneling dug into his shoulder blades from the force the miner was using to pin him against the wooden corners of the room, eliciting a small grunt of discomfort under his breath. He was given no reply to his question, which clearly tried to provoke the bigger man, and that gap in dialogue was enough of an answer in itself.

It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Norton to barge into his room, demanding some violent form of intercourse that he was sure wouldn’t be called “intimacy” in any normal circumstances after he’d had a bad day. He supposed everyone had their ways of taking their anger out and, for the taller man, sex was apparently the most effective on his list of strategies. 

The mercenary would be lying if he said he minded being at the receiving end of that particular coping mechanism. 

“How,” Norton began slowly as he hurriedly began undressing Naib, practically tearing his clothes off of him. He seemed to fumble with the zipper of the other’s pants for a moment in his impatience, hands trembling with the effort of keeping calm and seemingly only getting more aggravated at the fact that he couldn’t get the damned thing undone as fast as his brain wanted him to. “...How tired are you, from earlier’s match.” 

It wasn’t really spoken like a question, more like a demand for an answer, with no regard for whether or not Naib desired to respond. He humored him the reply anyways, not much caring for offering another smartass remark when those rough hands were all over his crotch. “...We may have lost, but that doesn’t matter -- I’m fine. If you really think a little kiting will tire me out, then I’ll kick your stupid ass right now.”

“Oh yeah? Then--”

“But that’s not what you want, right?” 

Silence. 

Norton seemed like he didn’t want to admit it out loud, despite the fact that this was something they’d been doing for several months. Honestly, Naib would be surprised if the other survivors didn’t know what they did after particularly rough matches, locked away in the mercenary’s bedroom and testing the limits of the thin, shoddy walls closing in on them.

Without missing a beat, Naib continued, as he absentmindedly reached down to help undo his pants, the sound of him sliding the zipper down seeming so much louder than it should have in that moment. “You wouldn’t be trying so hard to get in my pants if that’s all you wanted,” he continued with an annoyed roll of his eyes, glancing down as if to prove his point. A little gasp of surprise escaped him at the rough way Norton immediately shoved his jeans down to his knees at that comment, egged on even further.

“Whatever,” the dark-haired man spat, dipping his hand into the man’s boxers and curling those gloved fingers around his dick while the other hand pushed down the clothing to get it out of the way. He was only about half hard now, considering the total lack of foreplay whenever Norton sprung himself on him like this; every once in a while, Naib allowed himself the self-indulgent fantasy of the miner showering him in attention, providing gentle, teasing touches until he was aching for more -- the sheer opposite of the rough, overly grabby hands roaming his body right now. He would never admit it, of course, but something about the thought of Norton refusing to actually give him what he wants in favor of tracing his fingers so lightly against Naib’s skin, kissing at the insides of his thighs so teasingly… 

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Subedar,” Norton mumbled as he peeled off his gloves with his teeth, which shouldn’t have made Naib’s heart pound as hard as it did in that moment. He was stunned into simply staring, watching the deliberately slow way the tall man tugged down on the fabric, waiting with his breath caught in his throat as the glove finally began slipping off the tips of his fingers to reveal those familiar scars peeking from behind; they traced around his knuckles, a cluster of faded brown blotching against the contrastingly pale skin of his hand.

Now gloveless, Norton’s hand returned to the other’s crotch, expertly gliding his fingers across the shaft protruding from between the smaller boy’s legs. The touch, so real now without the rough fabric that had covered up those hands before, made Naib’s mind go fuzzy. He found himself leaning into it on instinct, though not enough to be called out for. At the demand he’d received mere moments ago, his eyebrows furrowed, squinting as he tried to figure out what to say -- or if he should even say anything. 

What was he meant to do, admit his biggest fantasy to the one who probably despised him deep underneath all of… whatever this was? He’d rather drop dead. 

“None of your damn business,” he finally growled, though it didn’t sound as manly as he’d hoped with the relentless way the prospector was jacking him off, using harsh flicks of his wrist to pump his cock rhythmically. A small moan escaped him as he moved to grab onto Norton’s wrist -- a warning. This wasn’t what either of them wanted; masturbating was something they were both perfectly capable of doing on their own. 

“Fine then,” Norton spat back, making a small “tch” as he stepped away from Naib for a moment. The seconds passed as he seemed to reevaluate the situation, staring so hard at the shorter man that he almost felt like he would shrink in on himself on instinct.

He didn’t, somehow.

Fingers were pressed up against Naib’s lips, not even waiting for his initiation before shoving them past into the wet cavern of his mouth. “Get ‘em nice and wet for me,” the command was uttered, sounding almost bored, “you know the drill.” 

No, not bored, Naib corrected in his mind, just impatient. Norton was nothing if not impatient whenever they were together like this. He sighed around the other’s hand, a heavy blush apparent on his face as he dragged his tongue across each digit, then switched to the crevices between his fingers. To the scars poking out from his skin ever-so-slightly, relishing in the way Norton groaned whenever he paid close attention to the more sensitive flesh there.

“ God, Subedar, you really are a natural,” the prospector tried to laugh, but it came out as a pathetic little sound. Naib didn’t comment, panting heavily around the long fingers dipping into the back of his mouth, nearly breaching the entrance to his throat. Norton curled his fingers to push them further down, making the other’s throat tighten on instinct as he fought the urge to gag; tears welled up in his eyes, but he made no move to jerk his head back, instead continuing to lap dutifully at the digits with his tongue with a small whimper that he hoped went unnoticed when Norton set a steady rhythm of pushing his fingers back into the opening of his throat several times.

“Remind me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, kay? Considering the way you’re drooling all over my fingers, I’m sure you’d love my cock down your throat, too.”

As if to prove his point, Norton pulled his hand away, a small wet sound echoing in the room as his fingers slipped out of the mercenary’s mouth. In a daze, Naib simply stared at the saliva-covered digits that Norton held up to his face with a smirk, blinking once as those same fingers reached down between his thighs, making the mercenary’s heart pound in anticipation.

“Funny way of saying you wanna fuck my face, Campbell,” the long-haired man finally managed to retort, though the way his voice croaked at the slight abuse of his throat ruined any truly provocative tone he might’ve had. He exhaled audibly as a single finger wiggled its way past his entrance, shifting positions slightly when he felt the painful ache of his shoulder from being pressed up against the wall for too long. “Not like I’m gonna stop you. So go ahead if that’s what you want.”

“Man, do you even hear yourself right now? You’re the one who clearly wants it so bad.”

Naib grit his teeth, sinking his hips down to try to meet the lone finger half-assedly massaging the insides of him. “Why don’t we just say we both want it and move on,” he grunted out, so aggravated at the constant back-and-forth that he didn’t really process what he was saying until the prospector suddenly stopped his movements entirely, and the slightest bit of attention he was getting had ceased. A strong hand held him pinned against the wall, stopping him from trying to grind down on the finger that had stilled inside him. 

“Oi, what’s the damn holdup? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet or--”

“...Get on the bed,” Norton spoke in a low tone that made Naib shudder, wordlessly trotting his way to the shoddy bed placed towards the coward of the room. He plopped down on it unceremoniously, a loud creak sounding out in protest of the sudden weight dipping into the mattress, but that was the only sound.

Followed by that was the sound of the miner undoing his pants hurriedly, a sharp noise that cut through the air as the zipper was yanked down. He untucked his erect cock from the confines of his pants, giving himself a few quick strokes with a small sigh of relief, and then climbing on top of the shorter man who laid obediently on the sheets, waiting. For a long moment, Naib wondered if he was meant to do something, because Norton just sat there and stared at him dumbly, not uttering a word.

But then, before he could decide exactly what that something was, his wrist was grabbed by a rather forceful grip. “Switch places with me,” came the next command, and Naib once again quietly obeyed, albeit quite confused as to where this was going. Now, he was the one on top of Norton, but it was clear by his demeanor that their physical position meant nothing in this situation; the prospector’s eyes were predatory, gleaming with an excitement like a cat about to pounce.

“...Turn around. Can’t fuck your face too well in this position, which’s a shame, but…”

Naib’s face went red at the words muttered to him, at the implications of what was to come. The way Norton trailed off mid-sentence made him anxious in the most brilliant way, his pulse racing with curiosity; it was embarrassing how eagerly he turned himself around at the request, wanting desperately to find out what came next. The adrenaline of not knowing was definitely getting to his head, he decided as he lowered his head to rest next to Norton’s erect dick.

He let out a gentle sigh, a breath of air that kissed warm against the shaft, before he got to work, flicking his tongue experimentally along the slit and closed his lips around the head. There wasn’t much of a reaction from Norton, other than the sharp inhale as the other began taking more and more of him into his mouth, unhinging his jaw as best he could; it certainly wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this, so he knew the basics of what to do, but…

Naib could feel hands roaming along his ass cheeks, then the same finger from before dipped inside of him once more. It was quite distracting to have other stimulation messing with him as he tried to focus, feeling his mind start to go hazy when Norton was finally back to the rough pace he’d always relied on. His tongue dragged itself slowly down the long shaft, messily tracing along veins and covering every inch of skin as he was quickly stretched out with a single finger shoving itself in and out of his hole. Before he was even ready, a second finger was pushing its way inside him, earning a muffled groan in response to the dull ache it sent through his backside.

For the most part, nothing about this seemed different from the kinds of things they usually did. Naib just had to try a little harder to keep control of his focus as he used his mouth to please Norton, the sensation of being prepared and the thrill he got from sucking the prospector off making him throb in a painful sort of pleasure, aching to be touched.

Okay, maybe he had to try a lot harder.

By the time Norton had three fingers inside him, Naib paused when suddenly he felt a hand stretching his ass cheeks apart, making him squeak in embarrassment as his hole was opened up more. Before he had time to question what was happening, he felt something warm and wet circle around his stretched entrance.

“The hell are you-- aah …!?” 

Breaking into a loud gasp of pleasure, Naib’s back arched when Norton’s tongue suddenly pressed into his ass, making him squirm with a drawn out mewl. He didn’t even have to look behind him to know Norton was smirking at his reaction, enjoying every second of it. 

“F-Fuck, warn me before you do something like that,” the long-haired man cussed, out of breath. He half-heartedly placed his mouth back onto the side of Norton’s dick, leaving sloppy, wet kisses and licks along the shaft as he squeezed his eyes shut in pure concentration. He couldn’t help but moan with every prod and poke of the man so determined to drive him insane.

It was certainly working, he supposed; the mercenary felt a shudder wrack his body when the long fingers inside of him continued thrusting, the sensation of the other’s knuckles brushing against his rim while that tongue expertly teased his insides driving him to the brink of what he was certain could be called insanity. Each time he cried out, he could feel it send vibrations down Norton’s cock which remained in his mouth as he desperately tried to give a good blowjob.

Soon, though, it was all too much. The fingers inside him were pounding relentlessly, curling up against his prostate as Norton ate him out. The lewd slurping sounds coming from behind him made him whine in humiliation upon hearing how the prospector was sucking on his asshole like he enjoyed every second of it -- which, knowing him, was most likely the case. The tongue inside him probed against his walls, gave the extra stimulation that his fingers didn’t, and the quickly approaching orgasm had Naib clutching onto Norton’s hips so hard he was certain there’d be purple marks the next day.

He lifted his head away from the other’s crotch, a small line of saliva still connecting his bottom lip to the head of the dick twitching before his very eyes. “N-Norton, wait,” he gasped out, his voice sounding hoarse, “no more, I’m gonna…. haah, I think I’m gonna cum.”

The prospector simply gazed at Naib, offering a few confused blinks. “...Mm? Go ahead. I asked if you were tired for a reason -- we’ve got all night, y’know?”

Oh. 

The sudden realization of what Norton had planned, that they were going to go at this all night… Naib shivered, and with the way his hole was suddenly being abused again, just like that, he couldn’t hold on any longer. His nails dug into the flushed skin below his fingertips and he inhaled sharply, gasping out whines and moans as he tilted his head to throw a glance behind him at the one making him feel this way, the one making him feel red hot all over yet ice cold at the same time. It was a sensation he still failed to find the words to describe, that bliss that trailed along his fingertips and made them tremble as he dragged them along the prospector’s skin, choking on the endless stream of moans bubbling on his lips uncontrollably.

“F-Fuck, harder… harder, I’m cumming, ggh… Please, Norton, fuck…! ”

He could feel his muscles tense as he came, several waves of pleasure rippling through his body and completely overtaking him. White ropes of semen splattered against Norton’s chest, though he seemed to pay it no mind as he continued fucking him through his orgasm, fingers scissoring in and out of his hole right alongside his tongue until Naib was basically sobbing, mind blanking as he weakly slumped against the body below him.

A few seconds of what felt like some twisted form of peace passed before Norton was grabbing him up by his ponytail and making a noise of unamusement. “C’mon, thought you weren’t tired?” The smirk on his face made Naib’s blood boil in all the ways it shouldn’t, and he probably would have punched the other’s lights out if it wasn’t for his orgasm deeming him vulnerable for now. Later, he decided, he’d surely beat the shit out of that smug bastard for this. 

“What,” Naib began, his voice slow and deliberate, “you worried about me or somethin’? How cute,” the sarcasm dripping off each word he spoke made Norton’s eyes narrow, and the tension between them began rising once more, a fire reborn from the sparks scattered about that never seemed to extinguish.

“Oh, I’ll show you worried when my cock’s so far down your throat that you can’t even breathe. You can choke and die on it, for all I care.” With a forceful shove that drew a high-pitched noise of shock out of him, Naib was pushed back against the soft material of the torn up satin sheets of the bed. 

“W-Wait,” the mercenary spluttered out as Norton beckoned for him to get down. It was a pause that, to most, may have seemed like a simple hesitation, a moment for him to collect his thoughts, but in reality was a chance. A clear chance for Naib to back out if he wished to, and the notion revealed a sincerity that made his heart flutter briefly in what he tried to pin as simple nerves rather than that pesky emotion festering inside him that he feared the most.

With a small hum, the mercenary lowered himself to his knees, barely registering the creak of protest the bed made as his legs dipped into the mattress, shaking the frame. He crawled forward a bit as Norton got to his feet, standing at the edge of where Naib was now seated patiently, giving him an expectant look that told him he was fine to continue. 

They didn’t speak any further than that. 

Having the silent permission he needed, Norton moved a gloveless finger to pry Naib’s mouth open, though there wasn’t really any resistance when he pushed on the chapped lower lip of the shorter man. He made a quiet, intrigued sound as Naib eagerly leaned forward to make the first move, closing his mouth around the head of his cock. He started to bob his head, but Norton was quicker, grabbing onto either side of his head and tangling those scarred fingers of his into tight locks of hair. 

“I’m the one in control here, Subedar -- don’t forget that,” Norton spat aggressively, and if it wasn’t for the light, warning tap of a single finger to the side of his scalp, Naib wouldn’t have anticipated the rough way the prospector thrust into his mouth, nearly making him gag as his throat was forced to open itself for the large shaft breaching it. It made him more pissed off than he could describe that he’d even received a warning at all, as if he couldn’t handle it. It was beyond frustrating to experience all these ways Norton tried to be gentle with him just as he tried in every way to be as rough as he could; he was thrown back and forth like a ship at sea, unable to gain his footing in the storm of emotions rocking him about. 

Unhinging his jaw more as Norton gave another tentative try at fucking his mouth, Naib closed his eyes for a moment, willing his throat to open up more. If he ended up vomiting because he couldn’t control his gag reflex, he was sure he’d never be able to live it down, so that was something he wanted to avoid at all costs. 

“Shit, Subedar,” the prospector cursed as he dug his fingers even deeper into Naib’s hair; he tried to run them through the long locks of brown, but with the ponytail tied tight behind his head, there wasn’t much room for his hands to roam. Clearly aggravated by this realization, not even a few seconds had passed before a hand was yanking the band out from Naib’s hair, letting it fall down to his shoulders in a messy fashion. 

Norton groaned as he picked up his pace a little, voice dipping up in pitch slightly when he could feel the other’s throat constricting in protest of the violation. “Your throat feels good… I’m sure it needed a good fucking, hm?” He laughed before shoving his cock particularly deep, earning a gag from Naib who moved to push at Norton’s thighs on instinct when he tried to breathe in and couldn’t. Panic flooded through him, but not necessarily in a bad way -- it was exhilarating. 

The prospector carefully scanned Naib’s face for any sign that he should stop, but the man only wore a half-lidded gaze of lust as Norton continued to fuck his face with that small smirk of satisfaction twisting his features. He gave another deep thrust that left the long-haired man choking once more; the pain of Norton’s fingers tugging on his hair helped distract him from his inability to breathe, but never for long. His eyebrows furrowed as he waited, staring up with tear-filled eyes to watch the erotic expression on Norton’s face as he enjoyed the wet heat of Naib’s throat, keeping him there for one, two, three seconds before yanking his head back again. 

“Good boy,” the tall man grunted out, and the compliment shouldn’t have made Naib blush as much as it did; luckily, his face was already an unnatural color from the lack of breathing he’d been doing this whole time, so it wasn’t as if Norton could even notice. “You’re taking my cock so well. Such a good little whore for me, arentcha, Subedar?”

Even if Naib could have replied, he certainly wouldn’t have acknowledged such a comment. He simply gave an eye roll as the other bucked his hips once more, causing him to sputter a bit around the cock in his mouth. “Just a little more,” Norton promised, his voice sounding weaker, “I’m almost… ghh, almost there… fuck , your mouth just feels so good, cariño…”

The broken moans he began to let out as he grew closer sent blood straight to Naib’s groin, making his dick twitch with need. But he didn’t touch himself; instead, he focused on keeping himself from gagging, lest he end up ruining the other’s orgasm on accident. If he ever decided he was going to ruin an orgasm for this bastard, it was absolutely going to be on purpose, not because he couldn’t take dick down his throat well enough to last. 

If anything, it was to prove a point, he supposed. 

“Subeda...r… Mm, sorry, please just… ghh, so close , fuck… N-Naib…”

The lewd whisper of his name made the mercenary shudder, and suddenly Norton halted with a cry. Semen spurted into the back of his mouth, giving Naib no choice but to swallow, making him grimace in disgust as the grimy liquid slid down his throat. He could hear the other panting heavily as he came, holding Naib’s head in place while he slowly came down from the high of his orgasm. 

The both of them stared at each other for a long moment, and when Norton finally let go of Naib’s hair, the shorter man pulled back with a few coughs, struggling to catch his breath after all that. He was met with a small smile, one that felt more genuine than his usual teasing smirks. “Need a break?” Was all he said, sounding almost as out of breath as the one who’d actually been choking. 

“Fuck no.” 

Their gazes remained unbreaking, and there was a brief silence before Naib rolled his eyes and spoke again, a smirk on his face. “You said it yourself -- we’ve got all night, don’t we?”