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The migraine had come unexpectedly, and it had gotten progressively worse over the course of two days. And now Elliott Witt was nearly down for the count because of it, he had taken meds and various other things but nothing helped. Caustic had noticed his peril by now, how absolutely miserable the younger Legend was and he thought it was crucial to the next match for Witt to be on point. He wouldn't lose data because of an irritated and pain driven man. So he does what he knows might help, he gets Elliott to trust him enough to try an old remedy his former partner would.
Elliott is laid back into his bed while Caustic of all people stays near, he didn't understand why the weirdo was there but his headspace wasn't clear enough to complain. Having only asked him not to click his pen and to be relatively quiet, but he never expected a weight to settle on the bed beside him and for a broad gloved hand to settle on his stomach. He ignores it and keeps his eyes shut, the lights are dim thankfully but even so he knows Nox is up to something.
"Man what the hell are you doing? "
He asks finally not peeking just yet though, he wanted to see if he'd get an answer.
"Studies show that a session of proper intercourse can relieve migraines such as yours "
Elliott nearly chokes when he hears such a thing, looking at him and even grabbing the pillow to thwap him with.
"Oh fuck off dude! Stop m-messin with me, go be a weirdo somewhere else. "
He complains, laying his head back again and huffing as he covers his face with the pillow. Nox snorts and sits between his legs now, not touching him but he can feel the weight on the bed and how the older man rests on his knees.
"I am entirely serious Witt. Proper orgasms release dopamine and endorphins, which is what you need at the moment to relax and possibly be rid of your migraine. Will you allow me to assist you so we shall increase our chances to win the next game? "
He asks, and that tone is entirely too serious so it must be true to some extent right? Elliott groans as his head throbs with pain, it honestly felt like his eyes were going to pop from his head and they'd bounce away like in one of those old cartoons.
"Fuck it….. just use your hands please? I'm not exactly okay doing it with your monster dick. Yeah I know you've got a fuckin baseball bat for a cock, but don't come at me alright Bloodhound knows some shit. "
He's surprised that is what gets a snort out of Nox but soon enough he's resting back into a pillow and grumbling in pain, he feels his hands slip up his thighs now. Thumbs pressing in as they go before he retracts for a moment, Elliott is about to look down when suddenly those hands are pulling his shorts and boxers down his hips but most importantly they're ungloved and remarkably warm.
Alexander is utterly amused and enthralled to be conducting this, Witt was a fascination of his truthfully even if he hated to admit it. So to have the man underneath his hands, pliable and utterly submitted was rather enticing. As he pulls Elliotts shorts and undergarments down he grins at the half hard erection that's presented to him, he does pause before touching him though.
"Do you have sufficient lube for this activity? I would not want to hurt you. "
It's a simple enough question that's answered by Elliott tossing him a small bottle from under his mattress corner, he mumbles something incoherent before hiding his face in his pillow again. Alexander hums in amusement before popping open the cap and getting just a dribble into one palm, he helps Elliott out of his lower clothing entirely with his free hand before grabbing ahold of his cock. The trickster jumps with a sharp inhale but it soon dies into a mumbling breathy noise, Alexander strokes slowly along the length in his hand. Rubbing his thumb over the tips ridge with each pass, he slips his other hand down to press below Elliotts balls. Indirectly rubbing that spot inside him, it certainly gets a moan from the younger and his legs fall open a bit wider.
"H-holy fuck…. J-just keep doing- "
He can't even get a full sentence out and it amuses Alexander to every extent, he picks up the pace of his stroking to be a bit quicker and he slips his fingers down a bit lower after lubing them.
"Relax more, I'm going to finger you as well for max efficiency "
Elliott just nods, hands grabbing the sheets when he presses his middle and ring finger into him. Groans and breathy sighs are leaving his parted lips by now, eyes closed and head rolled back because of what's going on all at once. Those broad fingers spread him wide and perfectly, his eyes close and he jolts when they press into that spot. Whimpering he rolls his hips down to the feeling, his cock twitching in the warm hand around it.
"F-fuck caus just… little moreeee~ "
His needy moan turns into a gasp as the mans strokes become quick and the fingering lines up with the rythm.
"Is that so Witt? So eager to finish, imagine if I had you over my worktable. Then I could round your senses out until they're frayed "
The trapper growls it out in a tone that certainly does something new for his gut, sure this wasn't a busty woman but all Elliott can think about is Nox's fingers in him.
"Oh god yes!! Fuck that s-sounds so hot "
Caustic tilts his head as Elliott cums, thick ropes of white splattering his stomach. He's rather impressed by it really, how his legs close up and he throws his head back with a guttural moan. Hands grabbing at his curls and his back arches off the bed, he takes a moment to admire the scenery before him, even giving that spent cock a gentle swipe of his thumb.
"Now, how is your head feeling? "
Elliott shudders from the aftershock of his orgasm but he gives a humming noise, sitting up on his elbows to look at Nox.
"It's uh…. Bit better actually, thank you for uh…. Yeah… "
The older man nods and slips away from him and off the bed, leaving Elliott to go wash his hands. But the trickster grabs the back of his jacket and pulls him back, he raises a brow but suddenly the younger man is undoing his belt.
"N-not gonna lie, kinda do want this inside me~ "
He coos almost sweetly as he kisses the side of his half hard cock, pulling him back down to the bed and pushing him flat onto his back. The trapper gives a grunt when he's shoved down into the mattress, eyes narrowed and his hands holding onto his hips.
"I'm gonna uh…Ride on you?.. yeah that's the word for it "
Elliott says with a now nervous smile, carefully stroking Caustics cock and surprised when the man lays his head back with a hum.
"Very well. "
Noxs broad hands rest on his thighs as he strokes him up to hardness, he presses their dicks together now out of indulgence and his breath stutters at the absolute difference. Sure he was a bit over average, having a 7 inch at most. But Nox? The man's dick was at least two inches longer and maybe a finger or so fatter, he slips his thumb over the perfect fat tip it has and finds himself nearly drooling over the fact this thing is going inside him soon.
"Enjoying your indulgence Witt? "
The trapper's voice is a rumble not too distant from a purr, he bites his lip and nods before swallowing down a noise and grabbing the lube.
Soon enough he's scooted further up and that gloriously fat and heavy shaft is pressed up against his ass dripping with lube, and all he has to do now is hold it and sink down. It takes a moment but the tip slips inside and he sits down with one quick go, his eyes nearly crossing as the tip bumps along his prostate. What's even better is the growling noise that leaves Nox, head rolling back and his strong hands grab at the meat of his hips. There would certainly be bruises the next day, Elliott shudders as he takes a moment to relax. He's stretched to the point of a burn, and he's already spasming around it but god damn does it feel so fucking good he honestly didn't know if he'd be the same after this with how stretched he was. His hands grab at Nox's burly forearms now as he lifts up and then plops right back down, they both make a noise at the motion and it isn't before long that Elliott is doing it over and over.
He hadn't been interested in fucking Witt in honesty, but the heat around him is rather satisfactory. There weren't many partners that could take him whole with let alone with how thick he was, so to have Witt down to his base with each roll of his hips was nearly delightful. Not to mention the rich noises dripping off of the younger man's tongue, his curls have fallen into his face and he looks utterly blissed out of his own mind. Alexander takes a moment to drink in the sight now, eyes raking up the toned body atop him. From the way Witt's abs tensed with each lift of his hips, the glisten of sweat on his tanned skin right down to his hands desperately holding onto his own arms. He finds himself grinning now, his own ego coming into play because Witt had been driven to want this. So desperate to ride him, his head tilts when the younger man's hips begin to rut down, his hands planting onto his chest as leverage. Alexander slips his hands up Witt's thighs for the moment before grabbing onto him, pleased by the shaking moan that falls from the man's mouth.
He jerks his hips up into the heat around him and Witt curses loudly, falling into his chest and whining against him.
"P-please do that again, god just fucking use me. "
He begs, voice breathy and he sounds utterly desperate. Alexander chuckles in response and grabs onto his rear now, he may not be as energetic as he was in his younger years but he still had enough kick in his step to fuck Witt senseless. So he does what the younger man wants, and he uses him. Hips fucking hard and fast up into him, Elliott chokes on a noise now and he tenses around his cock. He slips one arm around Witts back to hold them together, the obscene noises coming from their bodies connecting has him growling in pleasure. His other hand reaching down to spread him further open and to feel the way Witt's hole stretches around his length, his knees protest at how hard he's fucking the man against him but he couldn't begin to give a damn. Chasing his release with fast rough thrusts, he can feel the burning in his gut and Elliotts desperate moans and gasps have urged him on.
He didn't think the trapper would be so good at fucking, but Elliotts eyes were already rolling to the back of his skull as he's fucked like some cheap hole. It's rough and just dry enough to cause a drag, he's gasping and moaning without shame as Nox's face presses into his collarbone. He can't even move up with how tight he's being held, who knew the old man was so strong? Soon enough his eyes are shutting and he's whimpering loudly as he cums again, with his dick trapped between them he can't do anything. His hands grip into the sheets as it becomes all too much, but it doesn't last no longer than a minute or so because suddenly the thrusts are brutal. Powerful hips slapping up into his thighs before stopping entirely and Caustic snarls beneath him, teeth pressing into his skin and his hold around him becomes unbearably tight. Then the hot heat of cum filling him makes his eyes widen, he's never actually had so much at once in him. Nox's dick throbs heavily as it pumps it's release into him, it makes Elliott gasp and whimper at the weight but eventually the throbbing stops and Nox groans tiredly against him. The sound shouldn't turn him on so much but it makes his hips jerk down once, an embarrassed noise leaves him when his ass is grabbed and he's lifted up.
They're both panting heavily and the mess that pours out of him makes him shudder, Caustic massages at his rear before slipping his hands up his back. He lays against the older man for a moment before sitting up onto his elbows and looking down, the trapper looks immensely pleased and smug at the mess they've made.
"W-well shit… Guess we both needed that h-huh? "
Caustic snorts at that and nods tiredly, Elliott rolls off of him and gives a quiet laugh as he covers his face.
"I just fucking fucked Caustic. Oh my god. "
The trapper cackles at that and pats his stomach.
"Indeed you did. And at least now your migraine will be subdued "