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Naib’s eyebrow twitched.
“I swear to God, Campbell,” he groaned, glaring at the man looming above him, “if you don’t get your dick inside me right now, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” His backside ached with an uncomfortable feeling of pleasure mixed with pain as Norton’s slender fingers slammed into him relentlessly, curling up to abuse his prostate with a force that had the mercenary’s vision blurring around the edges. He could feel himself growing close, and despite his best efforts to hold his orgasm at bay, he wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer.
He’d already had three orgasms, and his body felt sluggish and weak from how hard each one had hit him; it was too much. The fact that Norton hadn’t properly fucked him for any of the orgasms he’d had filled him with a sense of impatience that had him weakly clutching at the other’s wrist, attempting to stop the steady pace of the fingers that were currently being shoved inside of him, pushing him towards yet another one.
“Mm, can you, though? Doesn’t look like you’ll be doing much of anything for a good while,” the prospector pointed out, raising an eyebrow at the figure slumped against the sheets, barely able to look up from his spot on the bed. He wasn’t sure how long they’d been at this, but it was long enough to have his body covered in bruises that blossomed along his skin, mixed along with various fresh scratches and bite marks trailing down his body wherever he was capable of hiding with clothing; it took attention away from the scars he hated so much, to say the least, though a dull pain ached from every mark that covered him.
It wasn’t as if he would admit to being tired, though -- especially not when it seemed like Norton had plenty of stamina left in him. “T-That’s… Whatever ,” he muttered, clenching his jaw as he focused on keeping himself from cumming; he was sure Norton could hear it in his voice, too, because his fingers began targeting his prostate repeatedly, causing the mercenary to whimper and clutch pathetically at the other’s arms.
“F-Fuck, stop, I’m… I’m gonna … again…” Naib hurriedly protested, his voice slurred as he gave Norton an unfocused stare. Though, just when he thought his cries had gone unheard once again, the prospector withdrew his fingers with a small hum of acknowledgement. All at once, Naib was left with an empty feeling, the pleasure from before no longer burning a fire in his groin.
Confused, the long-haired man looked up at Norton with a dazed look, eyes half lidded. His brain struggled to catch up to the realization that he hadn’t cum, and he pouted when the other chuckled in amusement.
“Don’t want you passing out on me before we can get to the real deal,” he said simply, a lopsided grin on his face that would have made Naib’s blood boil if he wasn’t too busy reeling from being edged off his orgasm, panting for every breath. His muscles were weak, and he could feel his dick twitching in protest at the lack of release.
“Oh, shut up.”
As Norton opened his mouth to make what he was sure would be another dumb remark, the mercenary decided he’d had enough and would instead force him to shut up, tilting his head up to kiss the taller man before he could even think twice.
It wasn’t until he didn’t receive any reciprocation, the other’s soft, supple lips completely still against his own, that Naib was struck with the realization that he had never kissed Norton before.
Never.
Through all the times they’d fooled around, it had seemed like some sort of unspoken boundary that neither of them wanted to cross lest it be too intimate for the other’s tastes. Oh, he really should have thought twice.
Panic surging through him like a white-hot fire, Naib started to pull back, eyes wide. He was prepared to spill out apology after apology, to explain that he hadn’t been thinking, but it seemed like that wouldn’t be necessary; Norton grabbed onto the side of his face with lithe, scarred fingers, keeping him from backing away further. Then, he promptly swiped his tongue along Naib’s bottom lip teasingly. At this, he moaned, the various emotions flickering within him giving him such bad whiplash that he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to feel. He hated that more than anything else, he felt happy -- relieved, he tried to correct himself, not happy -- that Norton had kissed him back at all.
Instead of thinking too much about that, though, he simply let himself melt into the pleasure of the tongue prodding his mouth open, pressing his own weakly against it in some pathetic attempt to return the kiss. That moment of hesitation and shock seemed long forgotten now with the way Norton sucked hungrily on his tongue, nipping on Naib’s lip. His actions earned another whine from the man who simply leaned in closer, feeling the prospector up with eager hands that didn’t know just where to settle.
“ Mmf- -” Naib gasped into the kiss, head reeling from the lack of oxygen he was getting to his brain, along with the dizzying high of making out with Norton for the first time. He could get dangerously addicted to this feeling, he decided as he yanked the other even closer until he could feel the warmth of body heat pressing up against him. He didn’t quite make the connection between this close proximity and the fact that both of them were painfully hard, at least not until the moment Norton grinded his hips down, sending sparks of pleasure through Naib and making his toes curl at the sudden friction.
A line of drool dribbled its way down Naib’s chin as Norton continued tracing the inside of his mouth with his tongue, teasing every spot inside and pressing their tongues together once more, utterly overwhelming the smaller man. He found himself gasping for air in between hungry kisses, struggling to get anything into his lungs when each ragged breath would almost immediately escape him in a weak moan of bliss, bucking up on instinct to meet the prospector’s slow, teasing roll of his hips.
Even when Norton pulled away, Naib still couldn’t catch his breath, completely dazed from what had just happened. It seemed he wasn’t the only one feeling like this, though, judging by the prospector’s flushed cheeks and the way he refused to make eye contact with Naib as he inhaled deeply. “...Wasn’t expecting you to do that,” he mumbled, then offered a low chuckle as he rubbed the inside of Naib’s thigh teasingly. “You’re always full of surprises, Subedar.”
“...Sorry. I… I wasn’t thinking, really, so--”
“I don’t mean that in a bad way,” Norton cut in, hurriedly shutting down Naib’s panicked train of thought before he could dig himself into a hole of anxiety and regret; it was easy enough to tell by the look in the mercenary’s eyes that he felt guilty about his actions.
“...Oh,” was all Naib said in response, shuddering as Norton traced his finger around the rim of his asshole, then shifted his position to line the head of his dick up with where he’d just teasingly run his finger around.
There was no warning, no more of that brief flicker of normalcy between them; no more meaningful exchanges or anything even remotely resembling such a thing. All that remained now was a silence filled with sexual tension before Norton began pushing himself inside Naib.
“ Hah , f-fuck,” the short man cursed, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes shut to focus on relaxing the tightly bound ring of muscles. Feeling the girth of Norton’s dick stretching him open made his breath get stuck in his throat, hitching in a way that he couldn’t bring himself to care about right now when his hole was being filled to the brim, inch by inch; no matter how many times the two of them did this, Naib could never get used to the feeling.
“Tight,” Norton hissed out the obvious, his hands gripping tight enough on Naib’s sides that it would certainly leave little bruises along his hips the next morning. Not that he cared, with how many marks already covered his skin, whether it be scars or other hickeys and scratch marks from their escapade. There wasn’t much more damage that could be done, after how roughly he had already been handled.
It felt like an eternity before Norton was all the way inside; whenever Naib felt that surely he was finished, the prospector continued pressing even further in, filling him up more. He was left gasping for air, chest heaving and sweat beading at his forehead. His bangs were damp and clung to the slick skin there, Norton noticed as he stared down at his lewd expression with interest, then glanced at the way his ponytail threatened to come undone at any moment; for some reason, he just couldn’t resist the temptation to finish the job, reaching forward and threading the thin band out from his hair to leave it curled messily around the base of his neck and flowing down onto the bed sheets.
He wasn’t prepared for how absolutely wrecked Naib looked below him like this, his hair all messy and wet with sweat. The word “beautiful” briefly flickered into his mind, making him blush as he desperately chased such a thought away. “Shit, Subedar,” Norton laughed weakly -- a pathetic sound, really. “You look so good like this.” As he whispered into Naib’s ear, he began to pull out, only to shove himself back in again once more, earning a beautiful cry of bliss from the man below him. “So good with my cock deep inside you, aren’tcha…”
Naib could feel himself clench down at the dirty words murmured to him in that low, husky voice, making his whole body feel like it was on fire. Everything was so much, especially after having several orgasms before to make him feel even more weak and sensitive to the rough way Norton fucked him, pounding into him with an immediately brutal pace; he’d pull out until only the head of his dick was inside him, then shove all of his length in at once, making Naib’s toes curl from the way he felt the utmost bliss with every thrust.
“Ah, hhg, N… Norton, f- aahh… !”
Naib threw his head back against the mattress and whined out a stream of broken moans and gasps, dick twitching as it bounced with every push of the other into his ass. The relentless way Norton slammed into him had him leaking more and more precum by the second, small drops of clear liquid pooling on his stomach just below his belly button. The small grunts the prospector let out under his breath only pushed him further towards his oncoming climax, each sound going straight to his groin and making him clench down, swallowing up the other’s cock even more.
“You’re… hhn, getting so tight around me,” the taller man growled, running a hand along Naib’s stomach and spreading the splotches of precum against his flushed skin with his thumb, “you gonna cum? I’ve hardly even started….”
“Nggh, ca… can’t help it when you’re… so damn rough !”
Not responding to the clearly aggravated comment, Norton simply quickened his pace, burying himself further inside Naib and pressing hard against his prostate, which earned a yelp from the mercenary. His back arched and he mindlessly bucked his hips up to meet each thrust, mouth hanging open as he stared up at the one who was fucking him so good.
“...Cum for me, then,” Norton murmured quietly, his breath hot against Naib’s neck. He then curled his tongue around the shell of the other’s ear, gliding it down before nipping on his earlobe with another soft grunt. The shock of such a random action, of the hot, wet sensation of Norton’s tongue against his ear, sent the mercenary over the edge, crying out as he came in ropes that splattered onto his abs. His orgasm made his thighs quiver and twitch as he emptied himself; somehow, he still had something to give despite having cum three times already.
He half expected Norton to pause, to give him time to recover from his orgasm, but that moment never came. He was fucked thoroughly through it -- not only that, but there wasn’t even any signs of him stopping after overstimulation had settled in, making Naib let out a choked noise as he tried to squirm away from Norton, to get away from the harshness of the pleasure shuddering through his whole body that he wasn’t even sure he could physically take. “N-N.. Norton, pl… please…hhah... F… Fuck-- just came, h-h.. hold onnn ,” he begged in weak sobs, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
His pleads fell on deaf ears, though, and Norton firmly held him into place to keep him from moving around further. Quite honestly, Naib couldn’t form a coherent sentence anymore if he tried, seeing how he was being fucked hard enough to see stars, his prostate still being abused despite the fact he’d just come. The taller man seemed to quite enjoy his suffering, making things worse by leaning forward to give his twitching dick a few strokes that had Naib practically screaming from how sensitive his shaft was post-orgasm, straining against the strong hands holding him still against the bed.
“N… Norton, haah, God… fuck… I ca… can’t….”
Whimpering loudly, Naib tried to choke out a plea for the other to give him a break, but he couldn’t manage to finish any of the sentences he began, his words slurring into high pitched moans of the prospector’s name as he weakly clawed at his back, digging short fingernails into those broad shoulders of his. The pleasure was so overwhelmingly painful that the mercenary kept forgetting to breathe as Norton’s cock continuously slammed into him.
It was then that he glanced up at the taller man and felt himself freeze, a shiver shooting down his spine when he was met with an intense gaze. It was a look Naib was half tempted to label as admiration, but he knew better than to believe that could be a possibility, and blamed such a misjudgement from his current lack of sanity. But God , if that hungry glint in those dull eyes, the way those long lashes lowered a bit as he stared down at Naib, didn’t make him feel like he belonged to Norton.
Somehow, such a thought made his insides tingle in the most disgustingly pleasant way possible, made him want to throw up on the spot from how giddy with glee the mere concept made him feel. He hated even more so that once Norton glanced away, he yearned to gain that attention once more, to have those eyes staring holes into him again despite how embarrassing it was. So, in his weak-minded state, drunk on the pleasure and exhaustion of cumming so many times, Naib simply demanded what he wanted without a second thought instead of stashing it in the deepest crevices of his mind like he did with the rest of his fantasies.
“W-Why’d… you look away,” he gasped out, tilting his neck to lap his tongue at Norton’s lower lip, eagerly pressing his way inside the other’s mouth in a brief kiss before pulling away, a thin line of saliva connecting their lips, “keep your eyes…-- haah -- on me, o-okay…?”
Norton’s lips curled into a thin smirk, eyebrow raised at the sudden brashness. “...If you say it like that… Of course I won’t look away, then,” he practically growled as he pressed himself further inside Naib, thrust into him deeper and deeper. The mercenary simply whimpered and tilted his head to the side, feeling more shy than he expected under the pale eyes gazing down at him; it was one thing to be stared at, but now that he knew it was happening… it made him squirm a little, the attention quickly growing to be overwhelming. His eyes teared up with the pleasure continuously racking through his body, dick twitching as he was fucked even harder than before. At this rate, Naib knew he was going to cum again, but…
“Are you… hnn, aah, No--.. Norton, fuck… are you c-close yet?”
“Mm, yeah, almost there…” Norton grunted as he replied, his pace becoming more sporadic and sloppy. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin was loud enough to be heard through the thin walls of the run-down bedroom, but they’d gotten way past the point of caring about that now -- it wasn’t as if Naib himself was any quieter, anyways. “Nggh,” the long-haired man whined out, as if to confirm that fact, “let’s… together, p-please… I can’t… hhah , much longer..”
Norton chuckled under his breath at the way the mercenary’s words slurred together, his sentences running into each other when he paused to moan or gasp as Norton thrust into his prostate. The short-haired man didn’t respond, but gave a small nod of his head as he curled his fingers tighter around Naib’s hips, pounding him with every heaving breath he took. “Gggh, you’re getting so tight, shit… Gonna cum…”
“Mm… M-me… Me too, Norton, ah, p-please,” Naib looked up at the prospector with teary eyes as he felt his orgasm start to take over -- though, it was a much more gradual buildup than he was used to, and it started to feel even more intense by the second. It took him by surprise when he hadn’t cum yet despite feeling like he was at the highest peak possible, dick twitching as if it was trying to ejaculate.
When Norton noticed and reached forward to pump his dick and help him cum, Naib let out a caterwaul of bliss, practically humping himself into the other’s hand. It wasn’t until after the intensity of each quickened stroke died down and Norton finished filling his insides with his own release that Naib noticed he hadn’t actually cum, and his eyes went wide.
“H-Huh? But…”
Confused, he stared up at Norton with blank eyes, cringing a little when the prospector pulled out of him and a bit of hot white liquid dripped out of his hole. The other simply stared back, blinking a few times. “Hmm, did I fuck you so hard that you came dry, Subedar?”
Ah, so that was it. A dry orgasm.
Face flushing red, Naib glanced away, a scowl settling on his face. “W-Well, I’m not… sure what you expected after making me c-cum that many times,” he mumbled simply, refusing to give Norton’s smug look the light of day. “Are you done now? Satisfied?”
The prospector gave a hum of thought, as if he had to ponder the question for a bit. “...Yeah, think I’m good now. Uh…”
Naib didn’t miss a beat on the awkward air that immediately shifted into the room -- the “what now?” atmosphere that Norton never seemed to know how to handle in this sort of relationship where they were desperately trying to avoid any form of intimacy, and God forbid if they were to express any sort of concern for the other --
“I can clean up on my own just fine,” he muttered harshly, trying to ignore the frustrations that bubbled up within his chest. The two of them had done this so many times, and yet Norton still fumbled like this, making things so much more awkward than they needed to be when he could just leave right away.
“No, that’s not it,” the short-haired man spoke almost urgently, and there was a look of discomfort on his face that Naib wasn’t sure he’d ever seen before. It made him feel… well, it made his own face mirror that same exact expression as he realized maybe this situation wasn’t what he thought it was. He felt a little bad for jumping to conclusions.
“Then…?”
Norton’s face hovered inches from his own, scanning the mercenary’s eyes as if trying desperately to find something within that sea of blue in each orb. “...T-Then… I, um,” awkwardly speaking, the other looked away, and Naib grew frustrated once again. “Just spit it out, already! What’s your problem!?”
His eyes fluttered shut as he tried to control the anger that compelled him to punch the living daylights out of the prospector, remembering just how frustrating talking to him was outside of their sexual encounters. The fact that he hadn’t even been able to get dressed again before they’d started bickering made him feel exhausted.
But he quickly realized that letting his guard down was a mistake.
Once his eyes were closed, he felt something soft against his lips, and it took him a moment to realize Norton was kissing him; it wasn’t a heated, sexually charged kiss like before, but… gentle. Passionate, even, if he dared to let himself think that.
“Goodnight, Naib.”
And just like that, it was over. Before the mercenary could even process what had just happened, Norton was whispering a gentle farewell into his ear, and all the long-haired man could do was stare in disbelief as the other dressed himself and made his way to the door.
“G-... Goodnight… Norton,” he finally managed to croak out as the tall man grinned at him stupidly from the doorway, and turned to leave with a wave of his hand.
Naib wasn’t sure if he’d ever calm down from the way that small exchange made his heart jump to his throat. Maybe, just maybe… Norton cared a little more than he gave him credit for -- and maybe that fact made Naib feel a little more happy than he’d like to admit.